I decided to write this because I love Attack on Titan and Sakura. I felt the two would make a great mix. Warning: This takes place after Madara basically steals the remains of the Kyuubi from Naruto's father (basically the most recent chapter of Naruto).

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyoujin.

Chapter One

Explosions rang out in the background as a young medic tried in vain to revive her fallen teammate.

"Naruto!"

She sliced rib open and stuck her hand inside of his exposed torso. She did not care that she could possibly rupture his lungs, but what good was a lung if it was not providing oxygen for his body?

The hand quickly found its way to his heart, and squeezed it desperately in an attempt to mimic the contraction of a regular heartbeat. This method was much more effective than chest compression CPR, as the air breathed into the victim's lungs would be pumped throughout the body to keep them alive. She pumped his heart with her fist again.

This was an effective method of CPR, but Sakura knew the repercussions of what she was doing.

Decomposition occurs right after death, and without something to combat it, there was nothing to stop the cells of Naruto's body from decomposing due to the normal flora that thrived from his existence.

An existence that would be no more if she did not stall the effects of death on a boy—no, a man whose very life was the bridge between hope and despair.

Another puff to his mouth, and Sakura, though tired, would not give up on reviving Naruto.

And she knew, within a very short time, that Naruto would begin to suffer the effects of brain damage if he did not regain consciousness soon. Cardio pulmonary resuscitation is only meant for a proxy to act as a temporary pump for a failed heart until professional help arrives or until the victim can maintain homeostasis on their own. Naruto cannot, for the Kyuubi was extracted from him forcefully, and at present Sakura was the only professional in the area. Individuals with tailed demons will lose their lives if their tailed beast is extracted from them. This, Sakura knows, which is why she is acting as his lifeline to this world so that Gaara can transport them to his father who will hopefully seal the other half of the Kyuubi in him so he will live.

However this plan is thwarted when Madara appears in all his Sage of the Six paths glory and steals the Kyuubi away before his father can even attempt to seal it into his fallen son. Sakura stares on in shock and incredulity as the powerful figure chastised his minion for being late.

Hope is lost, and Sakura realizes that Naruto will die a dog's death.

And it is this realization that she cannot and will not stand for.

All of which Naruto represents, all the people in far off lands who looked upon this man for support and encouragement, all the hearts of steel that were molded into hearts of compassion—and not by a fair and lovely maiden, but by a brash, loud-mouthed and ambitious ninja—would be vanquished. And this, she whispers to herself, will not happen. Not when she is alive and kicking.

Since day one of her training with Lady Tsunade, she knows that to give up is to accept failure.

And failure was something that Lady Tsunade could not accept. Of the all lessons the slug princess has taught Sakura, this was the one that was mercilessly and brutally beaten into her.

And so, with all of the strength she can muster, she scrapes up the remains of her chakra and summons a shadow clone. The clone, already knowing what to do, gets down to being Naruto's lifeline for this world. She turns to Kakashi and meets his eyes with her level stare and his eyes widen.

"Sakura, as your superior and sensei, I absolutely forbid you from endangering yourself."

Sakura takes out a soldier pill and pops one in her mouth, biting down angrily. As a burst of chakra floods her system, the clinical, more analytical side of her mind reminds her of the effects of the pill on an exhausted soldier. Her more daring side tells her analytical side to screw off, ready and determined to fight this offending person.

"Kakashi" Sakura began, voice grave "first and foremost I am a medic."

"I am aware." Kakashi sent her a sardonic look.

"However, at this point in time, dearest sensei" she enunciated slowly "I am useless. There is nothing I can do to revive Naruto besides continuous CPR. But even that will not save his brain from the effects of death. There is only so much oxygen one can breathe into a person, but it is not as plentiful as the volumes they breathe when they are self-sufficient." She paused, realizing she was rambling. "There is one method we could try." Her eyes fell on Naruto's father. His eyes matched Sakura's own in ferocity and for a moment she almost believed that this man was Naruto. He looked down at his son solemnly. Kakashi sighed.

"I see." Minato Namikaze placed a hand on his son's chest and smiled ruefully to himself. The hand that was touching Naruto's chest began to glow and everyone watched as the eyes of the living corpse that was Naruto's father began to droop.

Sakura directed her attention to Madara.

One thing was certain.

"Will you join me, Kakashi?" She tossed him a soldier pill. He pulled down his mask and caught it with his mouth, giving Sakura a playful wink.

And she believed that this was an argument that Kakashi could not even argue with.

"Why, I'd be honored to."

They were not going to win.

Kakashi flashed out of sight, a kunai headed for Madara from the place he was just residing in. Sakura flashed into battle after him, throwing her own kunai with an attached paper bomb for effect. Madara dodged both attacks easily and landed some place far from either of them, careful not to be in the vicinity of the bomb.

Not when their saving grace was down for the count.

Kakashi charged at Madara again, this time Sakura in tow as he attempted to land a blow on him. Withdrawing three kunai and two shuriken, each laden with a paper bomb, she threw them at Madara who deflected them easily. They landed all about him as he flew backwards.

And he will be down permanently if she and Kakashi did not stall this man who wished to project his views of an ideal world through power only stories could fabricate.

"Surely this is not the extent of your repertoire?" Gauded the sage. Kakashi and Sakura crouched in defensive positions. Kakashi nodded to her and Sakura grunted as she ran towards Madara while keeping her distance from him. She ran around him and at the same time throwing kunai at his person while Kakashi stood, focusing on his next move. Again, Madara deflected the attacks. Bringing two fingers to her lips, she whispered "Kai" detonating each paper bomb-attached kunai around Madara. Shrapnel flew as Kakashi lifted his headband and yelled "Samui!" as a powerful vacuum appeared on his face, attempting to suck Madara in while catching the debris cause by the explosion. As quickly as Kakashi's attack had appeared, it vanished. When all the smoke caused by the explosion disappeared, a perfectly unscathed Madara stood before them, looking unimpressed.

They weren't going to win.

Sakura looked on towards Madara, but never caught his eye. She unconsciously tightened her leather gloves and summoned chakra to her hands.

This, they knew.

The ground erupted in large slabs of earth as the medic punched the ground with her chakra laden fist. Madara stood still as earth and debris fell about him, still unimpressed.

So Sakura really shouldn't have been surprised when she unveiled a sealing technique taught to her by Lady Chiyo did not restrain Madara in the way that she had hoped. Under normal circumstances, the seal would have incapacitated the opponent, giving her free reign over what their fate would be.

But these were not normal circumstances.

Neither was Madara a normal man.

Because a man who wielded all of the power in the world could not possibly be felled by some measly kunoichi with no special talent or ultimate attack to her name.

And when Madara decided that he was bored with their antics, he began to toy with them.

Her heart sunk all the way into her stomach as the gravity of the situation set in.

You fool. The analytical side of her mind screamed. Did you really think that you could pull a Naruto? Did you think that you could summon an untapped power deep within your soul that would save the day? Madara was returning the favor now, steadily fighting Sakura and Kakashi with all of the leisure he could muster. The two could only play defense as the powerful man increased the momentum and force of his attacks.

We will die before Naruto becomes Hokage.

This thought deeply saddened Sakura. She hardened her resolve and quickly ran through the options they had left—which were slim to none. Sakura relayed a message in her mind to her clone tending to Naruto and instructed her on what to do.

The clone bit her thumb and pulled out the necklace Lady Tsunade gave to Naruto to control the Kyuubi. She ran her thumb along the main crystal of the necklace and the three people disappeared in a puff of smoke.

At least they were safe now.

Madara's relentless attacks rained down on Sakura and Kakashi. He landed a particularly nasty blow which threw Kakashi several meters backwards. Sakura watched Kakashi out of the corner of her eye as he struggled to lift himself off of the ground. She watched her opponent carefully before charging at him and being struck by a fist to her face. Sakura flew further than Kakashi and landed with a nasty crunch. She looked up; eyes blurry as Madara made her world go black.

…

When she awoke, memories from her shadow clone flooded her mind. Naruto's condition was stabilized but at the expense of his father's life. They were also in a temporarily secret location until Naruto can reawaken. This relieved Sakura only a little bit, for at the forefront of her issues was the situation she was in currently.

As she observed her surroundings, she realized that she was back in Konoha; a war-torn and desolate Konoha. Hands bound behind her back, she sat up groggily. Where was she anyways? She smothered her breathing and heartbeat to get a feel for her surroundings. There was a shattered window, a battered down door, a table, and some chairs strewn about the room she was in. This place seems very familiar…

She realized that this was an old daycare center that was not far from her house. That meant that there was an underground tunnel that led to her home. In fact, there was a tunnel that ran underneath Konoha that led to the Hokage Mountains should Konoha ever need to evacuate a large number of civilians quickly. However, when the tunnel was nearing completion, the council shot down the project, saying that its purpose was moot because the shinobi that would attack the village were not stupid, and an underground tunnel would be their chance to fell the village in one swoop. She could only hope that Madara had not found out about failed project.

Not to mention that traversing the thing would be unsafe to begin with.

But what choice did she have?

Luckily her legs were not bound, however she could not kick and destroy the walls or else she would attract attention to herself. Standing up, she wobbled before gaining her balance and with careful movements she dislocated her hands to slip off the wrist bindings. Afterwards she relocated her wrists and healed any internal damage. She walked towards a back door that lead into an alleyway near her house.

Closing the door quietly and staying low and quiet, she ran towards the back door of her home.

"Hey! Where did she go?" Sakura could hear some angry voices not far behind her. Quickening her movements, she broke into her home and closed the door behind her, careful not to make any noise.

She heard footsteps trudge past the door on the way to the other side of the neighborhood. Sakura gauged her options.

Assuming that the guys that just ran past the door were her captors, then if their handiwork is anything to go by they are amateurs at best. She gave them at least ten minutes before they went around breaking down doors of abandoned homes around the place before they found her. She hoped to be long gone by then. Sakura hurried up the stairs and walked into her room and grabbed a bag she usually took with her on missions and stuffed them full with summoning scrolls that contained important possession of hers. Any other items she needed were quickly loaded and sealed away. Floor boards creaked slightly as she hurried about her house collecting her items. She checked the clock hanging on the wall for the time.

She could hear doors being broken down and glass shattering about two houses away from her.

Seven minutes.

Sakura walked down the upstairs hallway of her house that had a closet at the end of the hall. Opening the door, she checked for anything she could seal away and found nothing, though when she made to close the closet door something familiar caught her eye.

She picked the item up and ran her fingers over the surface lightly. It was a story book her grandmother bought for her when she was younger. It told the tales of a far off land where ninjas did not exist and there were a variety of people.

Three minutes.

Sakura closed the book and made to close the closet door, when there was a resounding crash in the downstairs of her home. "Hey!" The kidnappers caught a glimpse of Sakura's pink hair before a loud boom sounded outside that shook everything off-kilter. The disturbance launched Sakura forward into her closet, locking the door behind her. She could hear muffled voices behind her, but the voices were fading away the more she tried to concentrate on them.

Sakura didn't realize that her closet was this deep.

But it wasn't.

Sakura was falling in a closet that was not supposed to have any kind of depth to it.

She found herself hitting the ground with a thud, groaning. Sakura lit her hand up with her chakra, illuminating the mysterious room. There was another door. She flattened herself up against the door and listened intently for any intruding chakra signatures, but there were none. Turning the door knob, Sakura opened the door to reveal an antique warehouse. In the front of the warehouse there was a large window that gave her a glimpse of the outside. It was a bright sunny day and there were civilians in the streets.

What had happened? Where was Madara? "This is not Konoha" she breathed. Sakura walked to the front of the warehouse and pulled the door. She stepped out onto cobblestone path and gazed about her expectantly. She clutched her mission bag closer to her person.

Where am I?