Here we are again folks; however let's try it without my bitchiness over reviews this time!

Disclaimer: I do Not own Naruto or any characters from the manga or show. Other characters are mine.

I'm just going to make a little line break here seeing as my tool bar won't let me.

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A cold day in Hell
Prologue

"Are you sure?" An aged voice whispered. In the dark shadows a figure appeared, lithe and sure footed. A woman's face followed, pale against the dark. Sharp green eyes darted about suspiciously before settling on the figure opposite of them. The lady's mouth set in a grim line, furrows made from long before rest above her brow. Though she appeared originally only in her mid forties, stress had aged her much in her rule as Mizukage.

"Yes Mizukage-Sama, I and fellow anbu witnessed the breach ourselves. The samurai have burned and destroyed multiple villages as we speak. We sent Hawk and Badger to stall them as long as possible." A young woman responded with a brisk efficiency. Her short cropped black that barely reached her chin swished forward as she bowed and kneeled before her leader.

The Mizukage cast anxious eyes to the room behind her; she wanted to hurry back as soon as possible. Though if this new breach is anything to go by…her eyes hardened. Whatever was happening to her country needed to be stopped and now. Perhaps she could call on that favor the blonde Sannin woman owed her… Or not. A shift in movement caught her attention.

"You are dismissed." The younger female hesitated but then sighed, the defeated sound echoing in the small cold room. She dissolved in a mist to leave no trace behind.

The garnet haired Kage returned to her thoughts only to be interrupted once more by a piercing wail. Emerald eyes widened as she hurried to the next chamber, her soft padded feet making no sound against stone. She shoved the door open and crossed the room to the light green cradle standing solitarily in the middle of the floor.

" Shush…" Akina whispered to her child. Small pale hands clutched her kimono in a fierce grip for one so small. The shrill sound died down to whimpering and then just quiet cooing that all infants make. Her lightly calloused hands brushed over her baby's own soft light pinks locks, cradling her head as Akina rocked the child to sleep.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she came to a horrid revelation. Her child would be in terrible danger. With war in her country the heir would be the target of many attacks, especially with the Kekkai Genkai she had undoubtedly inherited from her father. Her grip on the infant tightened a fraction as though to protect it from what had not occurred yet. It was settled then. Her baby would have to be sent away somewhere else faraway.

Fire Country Her mind supplied. Their hidden village of the leaves would be perfect for they had the Yondaime Hokage. It was all perfect. No one would suspect the child to be hers because of the child taking after her father mostly. She had only inherited a light shade of hair from her mother and the breathtaking emerald eyes.

Akina began to plot, her eyes lighting with newfound hope. After all, her child would live on. No one would touch her daughter. No one would touch her Sakura blossom, for it would be a cold day in Hell before that happened.