Okay, Slyvia here.

I know i shouldn't be starting ANY NEW stories but this idea just came to me on Sunday. I actually have some ideas for it.

Well, Itachi never killed his clan and his is very OC (Maybe, you never know what he would've been like he didn't kill his clan) in my story so read it with that knowledge.

Well, Read and REVIEW, tell me if i should continue it or not.

Sakura stared leaned against the railing of her balcony, the night air nipping at her face. It wouldn't be too long before her husband came home from his mission.

S ranked.

She should've been standing at the gate along with the rest of the wives of Konoha, all frantically jabbering about how they missed their boyfriends, lovers, and husbands. She should've been smiling giddily with them, going on and on about her loving husband and how she couldn't wait for him to walk through the gates.

She should be happy.

Sakura sighed as a happy couple ran across the street, passing Sakura's home, shouting and laughing as they placed chaste kisses against each other.

'They must be back then,' she thought.

Sakura smiled sadly at them.

The moon half glowed against the thick clouds in the sky. It had rained that evening, a poor reminder that her husband was coming home after his two week long mission.

'That's the longest he's ever been away,' Sakura thought.

While the other wives were groaning and complaining about the lack of warmth in their beds or talk in their homes, Sakura laughed. She treasured the time her husband wasn't home, she loved the cold bed and the peace and tranquillity of his absence.

She closed her eyes, imagining what her life could have been.

'Why me? Why did he choose me?' she asked herself, wringing her wedding band around her left ring finger.

She felt guilty: her husband was loyal clearly showing that day and night. He didn't drink or gamble: he was a modest man. He didn't hurt her or pressure her: he was the perfect gentleman.

Goose bumps ran across her body as she stiffened, sighing and taking a deep breath, her chest heaved. She gave a small smile, her husband would've stared.

'I don't deserve him,' Sakura thought as she looked over the simple silver ring, small and humble, 'Just like him.'

Sakura's life had changed.

"Sakura, wake up," Tsunade whispered, "Sakura, can you hear me?"

"…Tsunade sama?" Sakura croaked as she slowly opened her eyes.

The bright light of the hospital room overflowed her senses. A dark figure stood at her side as two more sat across the room.

"Sakura," Tsunade repeated.

"What happened?" Sakura whispered.

"You were ambushed…" the Hokage trailed.

The memories of team 7's A rank mission flooded through her mind. She remembered Kakashi drawling on about teamwork and Naruto chanting about his beloved Ramen while Sasuke smirked and stole glances at Sakura. She pretended to ignore them while stealing her own.

The kunai and shuriken came out of nowhere as the sky became littered with the harsh metal.

"Sakura, move!" Sasuke yelled as he dove for her.

Naruto was screaming out his shadow clone jutsu as Kakashi leapt passed them, throwing his own round of shuriken.

Sasuke grunted as he coughed up blood.

"Sasuke!" Sakura screamed as he smirked at her, blood dripping down his chin.

"Are they…" Sakura trailed, regretting the answer.

"Sakura," Tsunade sniffled, "Sasuke and Kakashi are dead. Naruto's been waiting for you to wake up."

"What?" she whispered as tears stung her eyes.

Sakura took in ragged breaths, how could they be dead? No, this had to be some sort of dream. If she only pinched herself, she'd wake up and see Sasuke's arrogant smirk and Kakashi reading his perverted novel. If only she just could wake up.

"They didn't make it Sakura, I'm sorry," Tsunade said as one of the two figures sitting across the room got up and walked over to her bedside, "We sent a team of ANBU to rescue your team but, it was too late."

Sakura looked down at her hands as the figure touched her hand and spoke, "Sakura," he whispered as his dark raven eyes looked sadly over her face, "I'm sorry."

"…

That was when it all started.

Sakura and Itachi had found comfort in each other after losing their loved ones, Itachi a brother and Sakura a sensei and teamate.

Itachi's family had been at the funeral, his mother crying as their father looked sadly at Sasuke and Kakashi's pictures. Naruto stood beside Sakura and held her by the shoulders as tears ran down her face.

"Sakura," a small, meek voice came from behind her.

"Uchiha san," Naruto whispered as Sakura turned around to face Sasuke's mother.

Sakura looked deep in Mikoto's eyes as the woman sniffled, her husband tenderly holding her hand.

Mikoto wrapped her arms around Sakura, crying into her hair as Fugaku gave a sympathetic look to her and Naruto.

"I miss him, I miss him so much," Mikoto cried as Sakura softly wrapped her arms around her.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Sakura whispered, "I should've…I didn't…I," she stuttered as the woman pulled away from her and smiled weakly.

"It's not your fault," she whispered, "I'm sorry about Kakashi; I know how much he meant to you and Sasuke."

"Sasuke never would admit," Fugaku started, "but he loved this team."

Naruto stared wide eyed as Fugaku placed a hand on his shoulder, "he thought of you as another brother."

"Thank you," Naruto whispered.

"I should've been paying more attention, I should've-"

"Don't blame yourself," Itachi said as he stepped beside Sakura, "They wouldn't want too."

Sakura had nodded her head and walked away with Naruto. She had told everyone she would be fine, that she would recover, but she didn't.

Something inside of her died that day.

Naruto and Itachi were the only ones that saw it and yet, never said anything.

Sakura spent most of her days at the memorial stone, staring at both Kakashi and Sasuke's name etched into the rock, there to stay for eternity.

She remembered how Itachi had stood behind her everyday and watched as she cried and screamed at herself for not being stronger, for not being more alert and prepared.

And everyday he held her as she cried herself to sleep in his arms.

Sakura sadly smiled.

'We became close after that,' she thought looking up at the moon.

Itachi had proposed soon after that and she accepted.

She knew Itachi loved her, he said it every night and everyday. And she knew he meant it. She could see it, a small flicker of passion and affection behind his cool eyes.

But she couldn't return his love. She couldn't tell him she loved him and mean it.

She'd lost that part of her heart when Sasuke and Kakashi died.

'I don't deserve him, he should find someone else, someone who isn't broken,' she thought as she clenched the fabric over her chest.

Frequently she would cry and tell Itachi those same words, ashamed at how he would give a small smile and kiss to her and tell her he loved her.

And each time, he would give her the same reply: "I don't want anyone else, I love you."

She would always smile, putting on a mask to hide her true pain.

He knew she stilled blamed herself for Sasuke and Kakashi's death, he always heard her cry in the shower and when she thought he'd fallen asleep. He always held her as she continued to cry.

Sakura loved the time he was away. In that time she could stop pretending, she could stop living for a brief time. She could hate herself, punish her mind and spirit for being alive while her two teamates weren't.

She could stop smiling until Itachi returned.

She didn't deserve him, she begged him to leave her every time he came back from a mission, no matter the time. She begged him to forget about her and let her go but, he never listened.

Sakura smiled sadly as two arms snaked around her waist. She was pulled back into a large warm chest with a small kiss on her shoulder.

"Welcome home," she whispered as his strong arms massaged her waist.

Well, there is the little prologue thing. TELL me if i should finish it, i already have the next few pages done.

Well, REVIEW!

Slyvia OUT!