Change of Heart
On the brick of losing everything, she uncovered a secret scroll but at a high price. Now she's in a place where hope first began to dwindle and ends up in a fight against her feelings for a certain silver-haired jounin.
Prologue
To venture into the hidden village of Rain at night is not for the faint of heart. Long abandoned, and in much need of repair, it was surrounded by pens and stalls and fenced yards. Scared and soaked to the bone, she stalked ahead carrying a small grey sack containing the necessary ingredients for the seal to work. Her footsteps echoed into the chilling night as she descended into the cemetery. She shivered with every step; her emerald eyes gazed upon the tall dark tombstones giving her the abnormal impression that the tombs were staring accusingly back at her – almost as if the dead knew what she was up to.
She finally found what she had been looking for. The famous Rain's altar in which the villagers once came to pay their respect to the dead was now forsaken and in deterioration. According to the myth, at every new moon, the altar would connect with the other side allowing the villagers to communicate with their lost ones. Settling down her sack, Sakura made a circle of chalk in the dirty stone, marking it with the symbols of Earth, Air, Fire and Water. Afterwards, she withdrew the kindling from the bag and proceeded to feed the fire with the herbs she had also brought.
Her eyes wept and nostrils burned but she cared not. The medic-nin reached out for the dark scroll in the bag and with a quick hand sign the scroll unveiled its contents. She swallowed hard as her shaking hands held the scroll in place; she scanned the hand signs instructions and memorized them. After she set the scroll on fire, she sat down in the middle of the circle. The wind regained its strength and began blowing irately. She forced herself to keep still, remembering why she was doing this in the first place. There were no more options. The great ninja alliance had failed and every single comrade lay dead in the battlefield. She attempted to supress her tears but they came anyway, as though they were joining forces with the present rain.
Naruto was dead.
And she was going to change that.
She pressed her hands together and formed the first hand signs. Her chakra flared up immediately and she could feel it being sucked away by an invisible force. She did not fight it. She performed the next hand signs and this time memories flashed through her head. A loud scream escaped from her lips as she felt the invisible force pry into her head. She saw her twelve-year old self following both Naruto and Sasuke through Konoha gates. The memory then changed to a much older Sakura practising with Tsunade-shishou on the training grounds. Her mother's funeral followed next.
Her eyes suddenly opened as the memories came to an abrupt stop. She was panting heavily, feeling weaker and weaker as her chakra was running low. She could feel her body grow numb and her breathing become more and more erratic. She forced her hands up and performed the last hand sign right before darkness took over her senses.
"Please… save them… Naruto…"
Author's Note: Please take notice that this is just the prologue. The first chapter will come soon, I am just fixing some bits and then I will upload it! How did you like it so far? Interested to read more? Hmm? Please review! I will offer you Kakashi homemade cookies :3
