Summary - FemNaruA nameless shinobi who protects peace from within its shadow. Sasuke creates a new dream to destroy Konoha, the only thing standing in his way is Naruto. But what if Naruto was a part of the Massacre in a way Sasuke doesn't know or can't remember?

Preface-

In this fan fiction, which is AU, Fem!Naru, and Itachi/Naruto/Shisui - it's more of a sibling relationship with some implied romance. This is a Mature rated Fan Fiction. With Dark Themes, Mature Themes, and things some people would prefer not reading about. It features abuse, self-harm, attempted suicide, torture, suicidal thoughts, abundant cussing, rape, character death, lots of death and a lot more fucked up shit. I will tag the beginning of a chapter that may contain anything that is described in detail that I feel is overtly mature. Also almost the whole story is just one big flashback, though a bit more complex. It's rather angsty and all out disturbing, which made it quite interesting to write.

This story revolves around Naruto, who is a girl in this fic. Naruto's connection with the Kyuubi/Kurama is a bit closer, though, for the most part of the story, she does not know about him and simply thinks that the voice inside her head is 'the demon she really is'. Naruto is more than ignored and glared at in this and while the Sandaime would have never allowed this, he is much more busier in this (which is not a coincidence). Naruto will be a bit OOC in the first couple of chapters. The story will progress pretty slowly, too.

I reserve the right to change facts about the main story at any time. If it doesn't seem to fit, and you think I just made a typo, please PM me or Review. If you want to advise me on something you think I did wrong, please Review or PM me and I will look it over. I admit to not having a Beta, so it seems like my work is half done. As for the updating, it will be very irregular. My muse comes and goes, and I'll admit I'm just outright lazy.

Also to those who wish this was yaoi, I attempted to write it like that, but it just didn't seem right. So I was forced to do a sex reassignment surgery on poor Naruto :(

All in my entire goal here is to make you all either cry or at least make your chest hurt. I hope you enjoy my story (while crying your eyes out) :D! (~'o' )~

Chapter starts here -

Two figures stood, panting on opposite sides of the battle field. One, a young blonde woman with blood stained hair down to her waist, the other, a young man, who had spiky, black hair in a shape reminiscent of a duck's butt .

They were surrounded by shinobi from almost every hidden village in the elemental nations, each having their own battle with the outcome of the Summoning: Impure World Resurrection jutsu.

"I guess… this is it, eh Sasuke." The blonde girl smiled painfully as she formed a Rasengan with the help of a clone.

Sasuke merely growled her name as he charged up a Chidori, set on killing the girl who stood in the way of his revenge. "Naruto."

The clone that had assisted in forming the Rasengan grabbed the original's hand, spinning her around and launching her at Sasuke, who pushed off the water, boosting himself with chakra to meet the blonde mid-way. Everyone, Shinobi and undead Shinobi alike, stopped fighting and was watching the former best friends, as they flew towards each other, jutsu in hand.

When the two powerful techniques met, a light enveloped everything, and suddenly images started flashing in front of everyone's eyes so fast they couldn't comprehend what was there before it was replaced by another delineation, after a few moments they gradually slowed down before settling on a single image.

Self-Sacrifice: Broken - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

(!)Warnings- Dark Thoughts, Attempted Suicide, Death

Upload Date- 03/07/12

A young girl with hair that looked to be made of sun beams and blue eyes that could rival the ocean sky which sat upon a whiskered face seemed to be emotionlessly scanning the hundreds of still and bloodied bodies that surrounded her. The girl's ear twitched as her sensitive hearing picked up on a low, pain filled moan, in a blurred streak of yellow she was looming over the source of the noise, a young women, perhaps thirteen at the most, clad in nothing but dirtied and soiled rags. Fearful eyes looked up at the blond, silently pleading with her; the blond child hesitated before the words He told her resonated in her head.

'no one is to be left alive'

Blue eyes filled to the brim with unimaginable pain and regret before tanned lids momentarily shielded them from the world as the blonde's clawed hand came down upon the slave girl, splattering the blonde's face and hair with the girl's blood. Blue eyes opened to take in the massacre she created, the pain and regret gone from her blue orbs, leaving behind a lifeless void.

'For Konoha. For Konoha. For Konoha-'

She caught a sudden flash of light and turned to realize it was just the moonlight being reflected off one of the many swords that were scattered across the camp. The young girl silently made her way over to the katana and collapsed before it as she held her chest. It hurt; it felt as if that sword was lodged in it, she wanted to stop hurting. The blonde turned her eyes to gaze longingly at the corpses before her; they didn't feel pain, why couldn't she not feel pain? Her gaze returned to the sword before her, she closed her eyes, letting a single tear flow out. In one swift movement the sword was out of the ground and coming toward her chest, fixing to pierce her heart. Blood once again splattered across her naturally tanned skin, mixing with the tears that had broken free of her mental dam, yet the pain was still there.

Her eyes gently fluttered open again to reveal she was still surrounded by the bodies of those she brutally murdered not long ago; she looked down at her chest and discovered that the sword did not make it through, only the tip was buried within her flesh, perhaps just nicking her lung. She examined as a drop of blood fell from her wound and trickled down the sword meeting a bloodied pale hand that seemed to glow in the moonlight, she watched for a moment as the blood from the hand mixed together with her own. Curious to who the hand belonged to, she allowed her gaze to trail up the pale arm and face to meet the most enticing eyes she had ever seen. But the demon that she really was said otherwise, it told her to rip the beautiful eyes from their sockets and crush them till they were pathetic spores of dust in the wind. She was about to comply with her real self's demands, when she looked further into those brilliant orbs. While she was momentarily distracted by his eyes' crimson color that was reminiscent of the blood that covered his face, she could see it, behind that thin layer of indifference, his eyes were like hers.

Broken

The blonde barely registered as the boy asked her if she was alright, she was too engrossed by his scent, a lustrous mixture that if she had to put into words, she would say it was an assimilation of night and power. It filled her senses and slowly ebbed away at the pain in her chest, she found herself wanting more as she buried her head in his chest, ignoring the pain of the sword dislodging itself from the movement, she burrowed deeper in to the warmth as the boy hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, she suddenly realized she was crying as sobs violently racked her body but decided she didn't care, a part of her reasoned why should she trust this boy but the other part of her choked that portion until it shriveled up and died, for this was the first time she felt safe in a long time and even then she was sure she couldn't have felt as safe as she did now.

She vaguely noticed that the red eyed boy had stood up with her still in his arms and was dancing through the trees with ease that only a leaf shinobi could possess. The small blonde slowly drifted off to the lullaby that was the boy's steady heartbeat.

There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she's looking back at me I can tell… she's hurting inside.
- Unknown

The blonde awoke to the buzzing of crickets and the chirping of birds. Years of flash mobs after her head, attempted assassinations, and villagers trying to burn her alive inside the comfort of her own home, caused her to be instantly awake and taking in her surroundings like a true shinobi. She found that her shirt had been removed and bandages had been wrapped around her chest, she was in one of the forests surrounding Konahagakure and from the redness of the sky she could tell it was close to dusk.

Looking up at the crimson empyrean, instead of images of blood flashing before her eyes, a set of equally red orbs appeared in her mind and instead of the usual pain that arises in her chest; there was a… warm and fuzzy feeling. She briefly wondered whether those enticing red eyes from last night were a dream or reality before her thoughts were disrupted by a presence making itself known behind her, the girl turned her head slightly to take in the sudden guest. The pale skin and swirling red eyes told her that it was not a dream or perhaps that she was still dreaming. Not one to stay quiet she decided to say what was on her mind.

"Are you going to kill me?"

This seemed to surprise the boy, though he hid it well, the blonde girl was good at knowing one's emotions, though she didn't know why he would be surprised. Why else would he have taken her from the slaughtered bandit camp other than to kill her or at least have a bit of fun with her? Perhaps she really was dreaming.

"What do you mean?" this was said in a rather monotone voice that most would consider emotionless, but she could hear the underlying confusion and… fear? Did he fear her? If so why would he go through the trouble of carrying her to wherever they were? Why not just let her end her sorry excuse of a life?

Cocking her head to the side like a confused puppy, which unbeknownst by her made her look extremely adorable though the blood that still covered her person made her actions quite creepy, the blond decided to voice her question. "Why else would you take me away from the camp?"

It took a moment for even the ever observant red eyed boy to get past the sheer captivating yet disturbing motions, to process what the blue eyed girl had said, and even then he was at a loss for words. What was wrong with this little girl? No, what was wrong with this whole picture? Why had he saved and taken this bloodied little girl who had most likely killed all those people in that camp and was therefore a threat to his beloved village? Was it because she was about the same age as his own little brother? Was it because she had attempted to kill herself? Was it because she was like him...

Broken

He didn't get to muse any further as he was interrupted by very violent coughing and a dull thud as the object of his thoughts hit the ground. He was at the blonde's side in a millisecond, checking her over, his observant eyes were quickly drawn to her hand which was stained crimson in blood, it didn't take a genius, which he was, to figure out that she had coughed up blood.

"Shit"

The quiet curse in the air and small puddle of blood were the only things left of the two children as the spiraling leaves caught in the wind gently drifted to the ground.