Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters are created by the awesome and great Masashi Kishimoto, but the new plots are mine! MuHAHAha…

Title: Wrecked Door.

Summary: Being the Hokage's apprentice, dealing with a hyperactive Naruto and an emotionless Sai everyday was a piece of heaven… until a young man showed up on her doorstep covered in blood. Nothing could have prepared her for what could come out of opening that door.

Pairings: DeiSaku & SakuSasu

A/N: So it happens that the plot bunny has tracked me down and threatened me to write this first chappie. I hope you like it!

Prologue

The clash of metal echoed through the snowy night.

The cruel sensation of burning consumed her skin. Her teary emerald eyes could only see their feet, since she was lying down. Half of her face buried into the snow.

She watched impotently as they moved at an incredible speed around her.

Their chakra carried on flaring up at every minute that passed by.

"I thought you were dead," a cold, frightening voice rang through the snowy field.

"You thought wrong, yeah,"

Chapter One

At her doorsteps.

The rain beat hard against the windowpane as she sat with a cup of hot cocoa, looking out. She stared at the empty dark streets, her green eyes fixed themselves on the white ground where the rain crashed, and infinite particles flew at every direction.

A delicate sigh escaped her fully rose lips as she breathed in the warm scent of the hot cocoa. The winter had just arrived, greeting the village with pure white snow. The pink-haired girl lips curved into a small smile as she stared at the white scenario.

Sakura liked winter the most. She liked the way the snow fell down and stubbornly beautified everything it touched. Every time it snowed, she felt as if she was witnessing a magical moment; as if hidden secrets were waiting beneath it, a very well kept mystery protected by cold white snow.

The pink-haired girl slowly tilted her head towards left, her green eyes focused on the darkest corner of the street. Sakura trembled slightly, not out of fear, but from an odd feeling all around her body. Her skin began to prickle as she adjusted her gaze. She could have sworn that she saw a shadow.

Softly, she shook her head and quietly closed the curtains. Sakura turned around and glanced down into the dark hallway, where the several shadows seemed far too mobile for her liking. She giggled quietly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"I'm being silly," she whispered as she quickly increased her trek across the hallway, towards the staircases.

Sakura made her way towards the bedroom, ignoring the annoying and creepy sensation that something was right behind her. The young medic-nin quickly stepped inside her room and closed the door behind her with a loud bang. She sighed and closed her eyes. She knew she was being foolish. She was a ninja for crying out loud!

She made her way to the bed and closed her eyes as she allowed herself to fall backwards; her head greeted the big yellow pillow.

Except for the sound of the rain outside, all was quiet, but the scent of the night was heavy in the air. She breathed in, noticing the aromas of the damp earth combined with the vanilla scent of the room.

Slowly, Sakura reopened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling.

She hated to be alone. She wondered when Naruto, Sai and Kakashi were going to return from their mission. Right now, the house felt empty, lifeless. There was no hyperactive Naruto around to wake her up with an intense burning smell from his cooking attempts. There was no Sai following her with a book in his hands. There was no Kakashi-sensei to force to treat her and Naruto.

She sighed deeply. Sure, she liked to be in the hospital attending to the wounded. It was as important as missions were. Still, she missed to be around the ones she loved. Since Sasuke turned his back on them, she became too dependable, too close to the new team seven.

A sudden loud noise startled her. Sakura sat upright, eyes widened and lips parted. Slowly she jumped out of the bed and made her way towards the bedroom door. She swallowed dry as she made her way down the staircases, stopping at the bottom, facing the entrance door. Cautiously, and as stealthily as she could, she moved forward. When she reached the door and had her hand on the handle, she could hear Naruto mocking voice in the back of her mind. Again, she was being completely silly. She thanked the Gods that there was no one around to see her.

Sakura raised her chin confidently as she turned the knob. She gritted her teeth together at the scratching sound as she opened the door. Her emerald eyes fell on the tall silhouette in front of her.

Her breath caught in her throat. There was someone standing there in the half-light, completely soaking wet.

At first glance, Sakura thought she was imagining it, that her mind was playing a trick on her. But no, he really was there.

Dressed in that dark and red cloak and still as a statue, he looked like a ghost that came to haunt her. He had his head down; his messy blond-hair covering his features. He took a step forward and she took a step backward.

Sakura pushed her pink eyebrows together; her chakra flowed through her, ready to attack.

Slowly, the cloaked figure raised his head; his greenish-blue eyes met hers. He watched her intently, his unruly hair falling forward.

Her nostrils flared up at the intense smell of blood. She shot him a dangerous look, warning him not to come any closer. Confusion riddled through her as nothing indicated that he was going to take offensive measures towards her.

A croaky murmur plea of "Please," escaped his lips an instant before he stepped forward once again. He suddenly stumbled, falling unconscious in the middle of the street.

The rain started to fall harder.

Sakura could not decide what unsettled her more--- his plea or her own legs moving towards his unconscious form.

A/N: I know! It is somewhat short. Do not worry though! There will be longer ones. I hope it is any good and I would love to get some kind of feedback.

Thanks for reading!