So this story is a new one that I've been thinking of writing about two years now... I've always shunned the idea of writing something in the original Naruto universe, but I guess now that Naruto 'ended' I could do something to honor it. Though I'm pretty sure this is not as good as the original story, I think if you're interested in new twist for the original one than you might be interested.

First I just want to to say that you'll soon notice that I've changed the timeline a little. So instead of Naruto returning from training with Jiraiya and Orochimaru being able to take over Sasuke's body after two years, I changed it to three to accommodate my story in the plot line. This WILL BE A SMUT/LOVE story between Sasuke and Sakura for they're and will be my OTP for ever. And this story will contain lemons in the future chapters.

Also I wrote this story to fill in the void that I'm starting to feel because I'm about to write the last chapter of my other story Immortal Death. If you're interested in SasuSaku vampire stories than go check it out.

I have nothing else to say except I hope you'll enjoy this and if you do review me for there's no other way for me to know that you want to read more.

Fated Encounter

CHAPTER 1

Two years after Sasuke left Konoha (About eight months before Naruto returns to Konoha)

The winter was relatively harsh this year compared to the ones the past decade. The snow banks were almost over one meter tall and covering the lower trunks of every tree since it's been snowing like a blizzard the past few days. And there were no signs of it stopping any time soon. It continued to pour down like water from a bucket without restrains.

Unfortunately, the amount of snow falling has caused disturbances between the trades of the villages - even of the biggest villages like those of the hidden ones. All roads were covered in snow making it impossible to deliver goods from one village to another. To put it bluntly, it was a death wish if one tried to travel to another village by foot, especially if you were an average human.

Ninjas on the other hand were a different thing. They could swiftly travel through the forest and not get stuck in the snow like carriages. They could jump on the branches and make sure that nothing stopped them but, at the moment, not many shinobis did proper mission. The ones he has seen so far carried bags of food from one village to another. But mainly everyone tried to avoid traveling as of yet, and preferred to wait for the weather to clear out. Even animals avoided roaming outside. No small footprints that normally covered the snow were seen anywhere and not even the birds sung like they normally would. The entire forest was the epitome of silence, if you didn't count the sound of wind howling as it blew among the trees and tree tops throwing snow everywhere.

But for a certain rogue shinobi not weather or anything was an obstacle to stop him from achieving his goal, as he jumped on tree branches, his black cloak covering his face and warming his body. The weather was cold and prickled his face numb, but he didn't want to stop and warm his body. He needed to deliver the scroll to Orochimaru so they could continue his training.

His lungs were burning because of the cold air he had to breathe and his fingers were stiff from cold. His hands clenched in futile attempt to warm them. His lips were chapped and he avoided licking them. He tried his best to ignore his body's wails of exhaustion and demands for a break.

It was already night fall and the forest was dark apart from the glowing snow falling and covering the ground. However, he wasn't bothered by any of it. He needed to get a move on if he wanted to continue his training and there was nothing in this world that would stop him from succeeding in his goal. There was a moment or two when his body demanded for rest - eyes drooping sleepily - but he forced them open and his body to move forward.

His legs were strained but he sent more and more chakra into them to make sure he didn't collapse. He knew that at this rate there was still two or three days to go before he reached the boarder of Sound. He needed to slow down his pace at some point, for losing consciousness because of stupidity wasn't something he would do or even allow to happen.

Orochimaru had given him a fair amount of time to take care of the mission in which he had succeeded in less than half of the given time. He didn't need all that extra time and he should know it already. Any extra day away from training was a day wasted. He was aware that he was almost two weeks early with delivering the scroll and could take a rest for a few days in a local village not too far from where he currently was. But he didn't want to waste another minute in the Land of Earth.

As he continued his way forward on the left side he could see the village appear in his line of vision. It wasn't one of those big villages with a lot of people and merchants roaming its streets, and what little he has heard about it is that the village's leader was a former ninja, who quit the dangerous life in exchange to live a peaceful life. But what caught his attention was the red that shone through the trees in the general direction of the village.

From his position on top of the branches he wasn't able to see properly what was going on there.

A loud yell alerted him that something was wrong and he stopped. The red in the village was moving and now that he had stopped he was able to see the tall smoke pillar making its way up high in the sky. Furrowing his brows, he jumped down on the ground, even though a small part of him wanted to ignore the whole village, but the distinctive smell of fire he could smell, every time he did one of his fire techniques, made him look closer.

Leaving the cover of the forest to an open field, he could identify the redness as flames. The close distance allowed him to hear the panicked yells of the villagers. He wasn't able to see what exactly was burning for the high wall surrounding the place. Jumping on top of the tall wall he got an unobstructed view of the biggest building, in the rather small village, on fire.

It appeared that the village leader didn't get as peaceful life as he wanted. Funny, how easily your past can explode right in front of your face leaving everything covered in dust.

One little boy run below him carrying a bucket of water towards the fire with two other villagers running closely behind him with buckets of their own. Another man yelled that their leader was still inside the burning house and needed to be rescued. Everything was in chaos as men and women ran around, some trying their best to extinguish the flames as others stood there doing nothing.

He unconsciously shook his head. There was no way anyone would survive from that destruction, ninja or not.

It was obviously an explosion that had caused the fire since the North side of the house was completely crumbled to the ground. And there was a distinctive smell in the air that screamed of ninjas' explosive tags. Looks like someone had a bone to pick with the leader. How ridiculously ignorant can some people be? Did he think he could take a position as high as a village leader and expect his enemies to back down? In what kind of a world did he think he lived in?

The ninja world was ruthless, and if you aren't strong enough than you're bound to die. This world is not for the weak. Only the strongest can survive as they strive forward with power and strength.

To be honest, the leader would need a miracle to survive that kind of a destruction. And he was sure that many other houses would too gain some damage as the flames spread.

There was a bunch of people running for the well to get more water as others tried in vain to stop the fire from spreading to the nearest houses. In a place like this that would be a catastrophe, for most of the houses were made of wood so, if allowed to roam free, the fire could easily destroy the entire village in a matter of couple of hours. However, the unity of this village was admirable to watch to some extent.

Without a further step in to the village he turned around and headed back the way he was meant to go. The fire wasn't his battle to fight. Everyone had their own fights during the course of life, and this wasn't his. His awaited him in the future.

In no time, he was jumping on the branches heading to the Sound. That moment had been enough of rest until he reached the base. His body had taken in the small break and recovered a small portion of his strength he needed to finish this small journey.

When he reached the start of the forest the blizzard only strengthened and soon it was hard to see even a couple of meters ahead. He had to slow down his pace and extend his awareness. It was harder to keep going but he didn't want to stop. And he still needed to remember that there might be someone after him. He stole an important scroll from a secret archive few miles away from Iwa, so it would be understandable that someone was following him even if the chances were low.

His mind concentrated on his quick steps and scanning the area when something flickered in the edge of the area he was able to sense. Something faint and almost extinct; a chakra. It flickered few times until he couldn't feel it anymore. Just in case, he stopped again to concentrate on the small flicker. But for a good moment he couldn't sense anything. Nothing made its presence known. It was disturbing and unnerving. For a moment, he thought that he had imagined the thing.

Then it came back again. He instantly snapped his head in its direction.

It felt familiar.

But he couldn't put his finger on it. The familiarity of it was only so small that he couldn't even be hundred per cent sure if he had known it before or sensed it. Maybe he had spotted it while traveling on missions? Or than it was just his imagination that was going crazy because of the exhaustion his body was feeling after traveling at such a fast pace without any breaks.

In no time, he was heading towards the chakra.

The snow continued to pour and block most of the view, as the yells of the small town grew more distant. The faster he moved, the harder it was to see, but he was determined to see what had intrigued his mind and senses. It wasn't at all like him to do this, however he had time. He could forgive himself a few minute stray from his original schedule and he was sure that no Iwa shinobi could catch up to him any time soon.

In no time, his eyes detected something moving far ahead in front of him. A figure that was swaying unsteadily from side to side, hunched low and occasionally stumbling only to support his body with his hands and continue onward. His brows scrunched low as he jumped last two branches before landing on one directly on top of the small figure.

His chakra continued flickering and he was sure that the person had to be injured. The way he held himself without any posture and the way he walked just screamed that everything was wrong and far from okay.

Small patches of snow fell on either side of the person from the impact he made when landing on the branch, but the person below didn't react and instead walked forward. It was like he hadn't even noticed the snow. There was snow covering the shoulders of the person's shredded cloak and as he moved forward he noticed the person was not wearing any shoes. Bare feet flopped in and out of view in the snow with unsteady steps and the way the lower legs looked like he was sure the person was a female.

"Ngh," she gurgled before falling on her knees, her entire body trembling.

With a graceful landing, he jumped off the tree and straight next to the girl. His hand reaching out, he grabbed the girls arm to pull her back on her feet and turn her to face him. The sight that greeted him made chills run down his back.

Under all that blood and cuts were a pair of familiar emerald eyes looking dully at nothing. The normal brightness and happiness he's associated with them was gone, and only emptiness remained. It was unnerving sight. Of course, the last time they saw each other, her eyes were filled with sorrow and desperation as she tried her hardest to stop him from leaving Konoha.

The muscle in her throat moved as she swallowed hard but it only brought more blood to her mouth that fell off the sides. The sight was gruesome. Her lips were cut open from more than two places and the blood that smeared her face also covered her eye, replacing the white of her eye with a deep red color. The drops of blood that continued to fall down her face and onto the snow left wet lines all over her face, and he couldn't help but think how badly exactly she was hurt.

At this point, even though he was so close to her, her chakra was nonexistent. There was no longer any kind of flicker making itself known and assure him that she was alive. The upper arm he was holding was so cold that she felt like a real walking corpse. There was no heat coming off her and even her struggled breathing didn't create any steam like his did.

The amount of blood covering her face and body that was showing under the ripped cloak and clothes was unrealistic. How is she even able to walk? Her face was pale as if she was a ghost and there was no recognition in her eyes, even though he stood right in front of her. Any normal person would have already had some sort of a reaction, but instead he got no reaction at all.

"Sakura." he tried saying her name, but it was like she never heard him. As if he hadn't said anything. The blood continued to pour from her mouth occasionally and the blood falling down her face had now completely covered her chest. Her clothes were wet from blood and glued against her skin. Well if you could even call those clothes. She had a pair of biker shorts that were hanging loosely around her legs and her red shirt was just barely covering her private parts.

Her body swayed unsteadily again making him hold tighter around her arm so she wouldn't fall. However, before she could fully regain even the little control of her own body her knees give under her. Falling awkwardly on the ground without any muscle resistant made him realize that she was no longer with him.

His fingers were even number than before. The way his fingers gripped tightly around her upper arm was making his fingers turn completely blue. The lack of warmth was surrealistic. He needed to do something.

The blizzard had given up a little and it wasn't blocking him from moving faster anymore. He could freely jump over the trees without having to spend so much chakra on his surroundings. No Iwa shinobi had made their presence known and he was sure they had lost him at some point.

The body he was carrying hadn't made any movement the past hour and he had a fleeting thought that she was dead. Her body didn't generate any heat and he wasn't entirely sure if he could detect the small movement of her chest as she breather or if he was imagining it.

His teeth clenched in annoyance for he couldn't believe he was helping her. He would already be much further away heading for Sound if he had left her out on the snow. She wasn't his responsibility and nonetheless he needed to cut all the bonds he had created to be able to succeed in his goal. Everybody back in Konoha were burden he needed to get rid of, one way or the other, and this definitely wasn't helping that goal.

Though he had to admit, it felt weird to be around Sakura after such a long time. He hadn't expected to crossing paths with her any time soon, and neither had he planned for it.

But instead of thinking what he should have done he decided on putting his full attention in reaching the next village. For a moment, he had thought of going back to the village in danger of being burned to ashes, but he doubted he could get a place in an inn easily since everyone was trying put out the fire. And if he remembered correctly there was an old woman living in another village that offered shelter for travelers. The only downside was that she was very reluctant when it came to shinobi, but he had to try for his body wasn't going to last for much longer since he had wrapped his cloak securely around Sakura's injured body to shelter her from most of the weather.

The fairly, thin shirt he was wearing, instead of his usual white shirt with an open front, was warmer but without a cloak to provide more protection he wasn't going to last long. The temperature was still freezing and he had still over an hour till he could reach the village. At this point he had to hope that the old lady would still remember him and let him stay the night.

He wasn't still sure what he was going to do to Sakura. He could leave her to the village for someone else to care of, but there was still the matter that the entire village wasn't very fond of shinobi. They tried their best to stay away from them and when someone passed thought their village everyone hoped they would leave as soon as possible.

Even he experienced the cold shoulder during his one night stays at the place, but as long as no one was in his way, it didn't bother him at all.

The sun hadn't even started to raise when Sasuke finally reached the gates of the small village. The guard watching over the gate was sitting casually on a chair inside a small wooden cover that had a glass window looking over the open gates. His hands were crossed over his chest when Sasuke stepped over to the village paying no attention to the glaring man.

The old woman's house was located near the town's center market and all the lights were out when he reached it. No one was out at the time of the day for it was still early morning, though it appeared to be more like midnight. The sun didn't come up until late in the morning like it normally did during winter, and he tried calculating in his head that it had to be around five or four in the morning.

Knocking on the door was hard for he still had to keep a hold of Sakura's body and his fingers were stinging from cold. He had to knock a few times with hard strikes on the wood before a light went on upstairs. A sound of floorboards creaking was louder by the minute and the door opened with another loud groan as an old woman dressed in a rope glared up at him.

The two head shorter woman scowled at him, "What do you want?" Her voice was hostile, and the recognition in her eyes soon turned to anger.

He didn't reply, instead held out his hands to direct her attention to the girl lying in his arms. Blood was seeping thought the cloak that was covering Sakura's face and body and the hand that was hanging freely was also covered in bruises. The old lady took a step back, shaking her head. It was obvious that even she could see how badly the young girl was injured.

"I'm not keeping a shinobi hospital here. Find some other place."

"There's no other place."

Wrinkled eyes peered suspiciously at him as her frown deepened.

"Fine," she backed away from the door but not before giving him a once over and taking in the ragged state he was in. His hair was wet from all the snow and his clothes were no difference.

He stepped inside the house as the old lady headed for the kitchen to the left shouting quietly at him to take the girl in the living room and on to the cot in the corner. As he took steps down the small hallway he amused in his head how different a trained shinobi was compared to a civilian. His steps didn't create any noise on the floorboard, whereas the elderly woman created noise even if she was just standing still.

Soon the woman appeared back next to him as he, as gently as humanly possible, laid Sakura's still body on the cot. The woman was instantly working to unwrap the girl from the black material and as soon as her eyes landed on the bruised and battered girl a hand flew to her mouth.

She turned her steel colored eyes on the boy standing next to her looking down at Sakura, "It will be a miracle if she survives, Sasuke-kun."

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- Jakura