I do not own Naruto and I know I mixed up the peoples families but I couldn't help it I love making crack stories. 3 I hope you guys enjoy.
The village crowded around the streets and cheered as soldiers rode through on horseback and waved goodbye to their loved ones. In the crowd was little Sakura who was trying to push her way to the front to see the soldiers and pretty horses. She squeezed past two screaming women who were yelling "I love you!" to their departing husbands. She fell out into the street and scrapped her knee and began to cry. A soldier with long black hair and red armour dismounted his horse and picked up the crying six year old and comforted her. The crowd coed and he set her back on the ground. She smiled up at him and he knelt down, took her small hands and kissed them. Sakura giggled loudly making the man smile.
"Be strong little one. Wipe those tears away."
Sakura frantically wiped the tears away and boasted "No more tears! See!"
"Dad!"
Sakura turned to the sound of quick foot steps behind her. A young boy about her age ran towards them. He stopped and panted heavily. Catching his breath he hugged the man and cried.
"I'm going to miss you, dad."
"You too, Itachi. Hey bud, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure!"
"Look after this pretty little Princess for me will you." He chuckled.
Itachi looked at Sakura who stared at him back. He shuffled over to her and wrapped his arms around her neck and looked back to his father.
"I'll protect her! I promise!"
"That's my lil' soldier."
The crowd went wild and women squealed; it was to cute for them not to. He mounted his horse and nodded at them and trotted off. Itachi let go of Sakura's neck and held her hand instead. They stood there and watched till the very last soldier trotted through the village gates and disappeared. The crowd dispersed and they stood there still holding hands. They cried silently as the man they both cared for deeply left for war. Moments later Itachi sniffled and cleared his throat.
"My name is Itachi Uchiha, age eight, son of General Madara Uchiha. What is your name?"
"Umm... my name is Sakura. I'm six."
Itachi gripped her hand firmly and whispered. "I'll always protect you Sakura."
"Thank you, Itachi."
As the years passed Itachi honored the oath he made with his father and stood by Sakura's side everyday. Sixteen years passed and Madara returned home. A victor and hero of war. Two months after Madaras return, Itachi and Sakura announced their engagement to their families who cheered and congratulated them both. Life continued on and they gave birth to a young boy named Sasuke. At the age of eight Sasuke's father too had been summoned to war.
The village crowded around the streets and cheered as soldiers rode through on horseback and waved goodbye to their loved ones. Itachi stopped his horse as a blonde little girl fell into the streets and cried as she scraped her knee. Itachi smiled as the scene from years flashed in his head. He dismounted his horse and hugged the girl.
"Be strong little one. Wipe those tears away." As he said that, the sound of a child screaming out for him got louder and louder as his son ran through the crowd towards him. Like father like son he thought. The same transaction that happened to him and his father happened once again. He waved goodbye to them and smiled. Itachi looked forward to his return.
"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, age eight, son of General Itachi Uchiha."
"Umm... my name is Ino. I'm six."
Sasuke gripped her hand firmly and whispered. "I'll always protect you Ino."
"Thank you, Sasuke."
THE END.
