A/N: This is my first every fanfic! So if it sucks, please don't hurt my feelings….i have bad self esteem issues. This will have a pretty dark Sasuke in it, so if you want a fanfic with lots of love and cut cuddles and fluff, I suggest you look else where. It won't have any lemons in it either, just lots of violence. I plan on making a prequel about Sasuke and Sakura before these events and that story MIGHT have lemons in it…..maybe…….
Disclaimer: Um I don't own Naruto…cause if I did Sasuke would have died a loooooong time ago…..-evillaugh-
I would have followed him to hell if he asked me to and with all he put me through, maybe I did.
"Come on! You're almost finished. Just a little bit more!" the blonde haired medic said standing at the base of the bed, where a women was franticly pushing and breathing hard with short, raged breaths. The petite women had a large swollen belly that rippled every time the girl screamed in pain.
"I…..can't do….it!" the girl cried, tears flowing from her eyes. The two women were in a hospital room, with a white bed and a few machines beeping and reacting every time the pregnant woman went through a contraction. They were the only two present in room.
"Yes you can! Only a little bit more!" the blonde women shouted again.
"I can't! Tsuna-" the women stopped her speech when another round of pain hit her torso. She grunted and gasped as she gripped the bed sheets and grinded her teeth together as she pushed as hard as she could.
She felt her body relax and heard the sound of crying fill the room. She laid her back against the bed and let out a weak breath she didn't know she had been holding. She watched the blonde women take the bloody, newborn to a station and not a minute later return with the child wrapped in a blanket.
"It's a boy. A very pretty one at that; he has your eyes." The exhausted women lifted her head up and outstretched her arms to hold the child. As he was gently laid in his mother's arms, she gazed down in wonder. The small boy had his eyes closed, but she watched as they blinked open once before closing again and she saw a flash of green. He had black hair and his face more closely resembled his father, but she was there in his features. His forehead was just slightly too large.
A small giggle escaped her lips and she lovingly watched her child sleep in her warm, protecting arms. There she made a promise to the small child, which he would not know for quite a few years. A promise she vowed she would die to complete.
You will never be alone; I will make sure of that. I'll protect you. Forever…
Her train of thought was broken, when she heard the medic speak next to her. "What are you going to name him?" To the women holding the small child her arms, it was no question; she knew at once what his name would be.
"Ren. I think it's a beautiful name." the girl spoke fondly.
"Ren Haruno. Spring of water lilies. Yes, a beautiful name indeed." The girl looked up at the medic and a light smile escaped her lips before she let out a small grunt of pain, which came in reaction to the increasing pressure in her lower region. The medic held out her hands to take the child and after a moment's hesitation, she softly handed over her son.
He was gently laid down in a crib next to the hospital bed, before the medic turned around and smiled at the girl sweating on the bed.
"Well Sakura, I guess it's time for round two." The girl had started panting again, but she paused to glare at her master who was smirking at her.
"Tsunade!" she shouted before she focused once again on her contractions that hit her body.
It's really painful to say goodbye to someone that you don't want to let go but it's even more painful to ask someone to stay if they never wanted to stay.
"Please!" the girl begged holding onto her bleeding side. Blood oozed out between her fingers. "Don't please!" Tears rolled down her face and sobs broke in between her pleas. The man in front of her made no indication that he heard her and continued his walk toward the girl that was barley able to stand.
Her pink hair was just a little longer than her shoulder blades on one side while the other reached her lower back. Pieces of her hair laid scattered about the blood stained floor. She shook violently, her tears mixing with the blood on her face.
Her body was covered in cuts and knife wounds; the worst was the long and narrow stab wound that her small, shaking hand covered. Her shirt was torn in many places revealing the black bra underneath. Her lips quivered and she let out a small cry of pain. Her gaze did not look into the man's eyes, but instead looked at his lower face and lips. Her eyes only vaguely had fear in them. It mostly just anguish and suffering that filled her expression.
He continued to walk forward and then stopped ten feet in font of her. He said nothing and just stood there waiting for her pointless begs and cries to end. The scene around them was one of disaster. The ground was broken apart in multiple places and trees were broken into tiny bits. The village they were in was alight with flames. Screams and shrieks could be heard, from every direction.
The man wore a black coat with red patterned clouds covering it. His black hair blew in the sudden wind that carried the sound of death in it. He appeared to be completely uninjured, except for a small cut on his left cheek. He held a sword in his right hand and stared at the girl who was still whimpering some quiet cries and pleas.
Sakura stopped pleading and now took a very small step backwards in hopes of maybe being able to leave…in a flash of speed that she could not even begin to comprehend she felt a blow into the back that launched her forward. A small grunt escaped her lips. She hit the ground on her side and by the time she skidded to a stop she was at the feet of the man who seemingly had not moved an inch. The man that was responsible for the destruction of her village occurring right at this moment.
She didn't dare look up in fear of seeing his blood red eyes and capturing her in an inescapable genjustu. She didn't want to move and so she laid at the feet of the man in front of her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to her, ignoring the pain on her side, from her stab wound, she dimly got on her knees. She looked at his feet as she saw him lift his left leg up and make contact with her stab wound, throwing her backwards. This time she couldn't stop the scream of agony came from her lips.
Sakura could use her chakra to heal herself, but in fear of worse wounds to come, she decided to not use more of her precious chakra. The kick had caused her wound to open even more and the result was the large amount of her blood that spilled onto the floor. This time she found herself unable to get up.
She faded out of conciseness for a moment before the brief second of safety was broken when she felt something lift her up by her hair. Her eyes snapped open and she found herself looking straight into the red eyes that had the three rapidly spinning tomes in them.
She watched the lips of the man move and could only pick a few words come out of his mouth. "Go…….him……bring…..NOW!" She only blinked and tried to focus her mind on what he was telling her to do. But at the same time her heart knew what he wanted and it was destroying her on the inside.
Something hit her face and she managed to focus long enough to hear what he was saying. His voice was dark and dangerous. Not a hint of guilt or pain anywhere. Just cold and uncaring. The voice she recognized of a dead man.
"Go bring him to me Sakura. Bring my son to me now!" Her eyes grew wide and her heart felt a hollow pain in it. She gave a small gasp that held so many emotions that were inside her head. Pain. Hurt. Horror. Fear. Pain. Hate.
Her mind, now fully awake, struggled to make sense of everything. He found out…He came for him…no…no…oh god no.
The hold on her hair was gone in a second and she fell to the ground with a loud thud. She looked up and one last time attempted to appease him and plead for her son. "Please Sasuke…..don-"
"Enough." he growled, his voice so full of venom she thought it alone could kill her. But then again it already had.
She didn't rise from the ground. Her body was shaking so badly she thought that an earthquake must be occurring at this very moment. Or that she was in some horrible nightmare and soon she would wake up to find this all a dream. Everything would never have happened. She would wake and the loud Naruto would complain about getting a boring mission, she would hit him and they would continue the day like any. Her eyes were closed and she almost made herself believe in the fake story.
But then her eyes opened and she saw the ground destroyed beneath her and her scarlet blood staining the forest floor. A sob caught in her throat and she opened her mouth to scream but no noise came out. Tears fell freely and pattered on the ground.
She rose on her feet slowly; her legs trembling so bad she didn't know how she even could manage to stand. She looked at him once before he vanished. She wasn't a fool. She knew he would never allow her to escape with her child. There was nothing she could do, but bring the only thing she viewed as important enough to live for to the monster. Like a sacrifice.
Her stomach churned and she wanted to vomit, but she was unable to do so. He was punishing her. In his own sick and horrible way he had found the way to make her suffer more than ever before. He couldn't get enough of her torment and anguish that resulted every time she had to look into his eyes.
So many times before he had left her broken. The day he left the village was the first time. Then it happened again when she watched helplessly as he almost killed her best friend. It repeated every time he chose the evil side instead of Konoha. Instead of the people that cared for him. She almost smiled bitterly at the memory.
A small green light illuminated from her fingers and hand that was pressed against her wounded side. Then she turned and limped away toward her home, which was located on the less busy side of the village. It must have been the only place that was now not under attack by Sound Ninja or up in flames. It had been rebuilt only two years ago, after the attack by Pein.
Tears poured down from her eyes, but she made no sounds. The silent but rapidly flowing tears made her eyes ache. Her heart felt dead. She felt that there was no reason to live again.
But she had to. That much she knew, as she ignored the flames and screams and walked onto the front steps of her house and then entered her home before shutting the door quietly behind her.
A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried.
The boy looked at the small frame in his hands. It was a casual frame that was broken and the glass cracked to the point it would shatter if it was handled incorrectly. But it wasn't the appearance of the frame that made him confused; it was the picture that was inide it. He stared puzzling at the four people that looked back up at him.
I'm holding on to something that used to be there hoping it will come back, knowing it won't.