--Oooooh this story plot popped out of my head and I felt that I just had to write it before doing anything else. So this fic is sort of dark? I'm not so sure if this will be cliché or anything like that, but I just want to say that this plot jumped out of my head and was not based on anything. So, if I somehow have the same brainwaves as someone out there, then I did not copy his/her work. :3

--Again, I'm just posting prologues/chapter 1's. But I'm not going to continue the story just yet. I'll be finishing Tabula Rasa first

--The title does not mean Ice's Sakura, instead, it means Cherry Blossoms of Ice

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Koori no Sakura

Prologue

~Rebirth~

A lone figure stood amidst the fallen bodies on the ground. Blood spilled all over, tainting the earth beneath. Rain fell from above like a thousand tears from the gods—indifferent to whatever happened below. A loud clank echoed through the area, piercing through the hard rainfall's splatter. The sky's tears slowly cleansed away the blood on the blade, dulled from the fighting.

And, among the rain, another set of tears joined them. Mingling with the rain, tears fell from the figure's face and dripped onto the earth. Dark clouds continued to pour overhead shadowing everything below them. There was no wind, for the trees stood still and so did time. Nothing moved except for the rain. Everything…stopped.

"Why…?" Gloved hands clenched into fists as the figure fell onto its knees. "WHY?!" The Nimbus clouds above started clearing, but they did not disappear. Instead, they allowed little shreds of sunlight to touch the pale, cold skin of corpses. In that area, there was no breath of life. Just lifeless bodies that lay unmoving on the blood stained ground.

Tears streamed down pale cheeks. Hair that was once a playful color of bubbly pink was splattered with crimson. Once vibrant eyes of green full of life were now dulled and were as lifeless as the scene around her. Sakura, on her knees, dug her nails into the ground. She shoved her face into the chest of the person in front of her hoping for some sort of weak pulse…but there was none.

"Why…did you have to die…you promised...you…promised…Naruto…" Cold and dead, Naruto Uzumaki lay on the ground with a hole through his body. "You fucking Kyuubi! Why didn't you heal Naruto! WHY?!" Sakura slammed a fist on the closest patch of earth next to her. "Naruto…Naruto…come back…please…"

She lifted her head to glance around the area and found herself trembling from anger and sadness because Naruto wasn't the only one who was dead. "Kakashi sensei…" She called out with a broken, raspy voice but no one answered her. Instead, her own voice echoed back at her.

She gave a bone-chilling wail because the reality of everything was too much. All the bodies that surrounded her were all familiar faces. They piled on the floor, broken, tattered, wounded, bleeding…dead. "Yamato taichou…Sai…Ino…Shikamaru…Kiba…Hinata…Shino…" Hands dug into her arms as if the physical pain would ease her emotional pain, "Asuma sensei….Kurenai sensei…Gai sensei…Lee san…Ten ten…Neji san…" Her nails drew blood as they bore deeper and deeper into her skin, "Shizune san…Tsunade sama…"

She hiccupped trying as hard as possible to stop her sobbing but she couldn't. The tears kept coming like a cascading waterfall. There was no stopping any of it. "Otou san…Okaa san…" She said with wet, clouded green eyes as she spied the broken Konoha rocks which once held the hokage faces. Now, it was just a remnant of a fierce battle that destroyed all of Konoha…and its inhabitants.

Standing, Sakura swayed to keep her balance. Her head pounded as a dizzying pain swirled in her head. The fatigue was getting to her and it showed through her skin color. The rain, despite clearing a little, was still hard. The harshness of the rainfall was so harsh it seemed like a wall of water was being created. Merged with her cloudy vision, Sakura felt like she was going blind, for everything was just a blur. She needed to find shelter for the night because at the rate she was going, she'd be joining her comrades in death. But what was the point? Everyone was dead. There was no point in staying alive—there was no point in living.

Spying a small entrance, Sakura made her way inside a cave. But, fallen boulders blocked the entrance. In her frustration and desperate attempt, she gathered the remnants of her chakra and punched through the wall. Tipsy, she entered the cave. Two steps into the cave, her legs gave in and she crashed onto the rocks below. She gave out a pained moan as the small rocks dug into her flesh. And yet, the pain she felt was nothing compared to seeing her friends and family dead.

In that cave, half dead from fatigue, she wondered why she even tried to live. She should've stayed with everyone and died along with them. But why…why was she trying so hard to stay alive? Was it instinct? If it was, she condemned her kunoichi instincts. Already half lidded, her eyes began shutting. She wondered if she were even still alive.

Maybe she was already dead and her thinking was just a remnant of being alive. Kami…just kill me already… She wished hard in her hopeless state, that she would just go and die already. Why did the divine being above have to prolong her fate? It was so obvious that she was dying, so why couldn't they just get it over with and kill her already. After all, everyone was dead.

Her hand twitched towards her shinobi pouch as she tried to grasp for kunai—if they wouldn't end her life, then she would do it herself. But, her weak state didn't allow her to even move and her efforts for suicide-on-a-whim were cast aside. She mentally groaned, too weak to do it aloud. She would die soon and had no reason to fight for her life. If she were to live, she would've lived pointlessly—like a ghost wondering life eternally.

A ghost…remains of lingering spirit forced to stay on earth because it had an unfinished business. Her body didn't let her die, so did it mean that she too was becoming a ghost? Were the gods telling her that she had some sort of unfinished business she had to take care of? Yes…it certainly seemed that way.

She basked in her revelation that her body did not let her die because she had a subconscious notion. A subconscious thought telling her that she had not died because there was still something to do. That's right…through the death of her precious ones she had received a duty—one last unfinished business.

She had to kill Sasuke Uchiha.

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--So how was the prologue? Did it invite you to know what this story is about? :3 And why Sasuke Uchiha? Well…wait and see. xD

--Feedback is appreciated :3 Was the mood and tone enough? Or did I need to narrate the darkeness of the story more? I think that I lack the ability to provoke emotions in my readers .

--Madam Obscurum, "And melt your cold, cold heart…" ("Cold Cold Heart" by Norah Jones)