A/N: Ohayou guys! How's life? Listen, I'm sorry about not updating 'Sakura-chan!' last Friday, it's taking longer than expected. I'm full of homework –it's like all my teachers have decided to have a 'who can assign the most homework competiton'- and my mom has decided to limit my hours on this laptop so writing it is becoming quite a challenge. I wanted to get this story out before updating my other one. Sorry if Kushina is OOC but I needed to merge her and Sakura's personalities. Hope you enjoy what I've got so far!
PS:- This is a sort of filler chapter and the prologue will be in a sort of Kushina's POV. The rest of the story should be in the Third-person.
Warning: This story may contain spoilers for those who don't now the truth about 'Tobi'.
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Prologue
A forest in the night.
There is a small clearing in it. It is slightly lit up.
A baby lies on an altar. He is sleeping peacefully. He is oblivious to what is surrounding him.
We feel a searing pain in our abdomen. As if it is on fire. Our vision is beginning to blur. We can feel the warmth of a body behind us.
We can see that it is Minato. We feel affection towards him. He looks at us in a pained expression, but tries to smile.
Behind him is a creature that is larger than the entire clearing. His shadow stands in contrast to the moon. He moves slightly. We are panting heavily. The pain is more apparent now. We catch a glimpse of its sharingan wielding, crimson-coloured eyes. Eyes full of hate… and guilt.
We turn towards the baby. Our baby; Naruto. We speak to him. Our voice full of love… and a hint of sorrow.
We see the faces of the shinobi around us. The Third Hokage. ANBU Black Ops.
We fall onto our knees. The Kyūbi's claw is sinking deeper into us. The pain is unbearable. We hear Minato's voice. He is calling our name. But it is becoming muffled. We sink to the ground. Out face touching the cold,hard ground beneath us.
Out of the corner of our eye, we catch a glimpse of the masked-man. The reason for the situation we are in right now. He spirals out of existence. Leaving this world behind him.
Then our world fades into darkness.
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We wake up. We feel so strange. We are crying. Howling at the top of our voice.
Sunspots are clouding our vision. A soft voice whispers to us;
'Haruno Sakura, that is who you shall be…'
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Five-years pass in a blur. We see pictures of a brown-haired woman holding hands with a little girl.
The little girl has viridian eyes. A much lighter shade of green compared to the older woman. But that is not her most unique feature: her hair is pale pink.
Holding the girl's other hand is a man with light purple coloured, star shaped hair, with the same colour side-burns and a moustache. He has bright blue eyes.
We see more and more pictures of them.
The three at a bakery called, Haruno's Bakery.
The man giving the girl a piggy-back.
He and her both eating dangos.
The girl watching her mother bake.
Her sitting alone up in a tree, watching the moon and the stars at night.
And finally, the three of them watching the cherry blossoms falling in the spring.
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Chapter 1: Uzumaki Kushina & Haruno Sakura
A five year-old girl stands in front of a mirror. She is staring at her reflection, 'Geez pink hair!? And I thought the colour of my old hair looked awful.'
She huffs and blows at her bangs.
–A/N: Just so you know Ino has not given Sakura the ribbon yet, so her hair looks like it did earlier-
She sighs, 'Is Kami-sama out to get me or something!? First, he gives me pink hair, then he gives me civilian chakra reserves after I've been a jinchūriki and finally he stops me from seeing Naruto!'
When she had first seen herself, she had thought that her life as Uzumaki Kushina had been a dream or something… That was until she had seen him… until she had seen Naruto.
His hair was like Minato's but minus the bangs, and his eyes the very same as his. She had tried to follow him… but he had disappeared like a dream. The pinkette had immediately rushed to Hokage Mountain. It was then that she had seen Minato's face carved into the rock. She had thought about telling the Third Hokage about her situation, but decided against it as she was worried about the consequences.
Everytime she saw Naruto; he would disappear, and leave Kushina wondering what was going on. It was during one of these instances when the thought finally hit her; What was she doing here?
She had spent days pondering about it. She finally came up with an adequate theory: the masked-man had done it.
It couldn't have been Minato; he had already started Shiki Fūjin no Jutsu.
The Third Hokage and the ANBU would never had tried such a thing.
The Kyūbi was still a possibility though very unlikely.
The only other person there had been the masked-man.
The pinkette let go of her hair and her eyes widened. The reality was like a slap to the face. Through the hole in his mask she had seen… the sharingan…
But why would an Uchiha do this? And I don't believe all that mumbo-jumbo about Uchiha Madara still being alive; there's no way, She thought, I have to get a lot stronger. If I was that powerless against him earlier; then I stand no chance now. I have to-
Boring!
'Oh yeah,' she began, 'I almost forgot the best gift Kami-sama has given me: an Inner-Headache.'
I love you too, 'ttebane!
I rolled my eyes. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.
I was wearing a long-sleeved mesh shirt, that was under a red, sleevless shirt with the Haruno Clan symbol on the back, dark green shorts and blue shinobi sandals.
The Haruno Clan. The viridian-eyed girl remebered when her father had told her about the Clan's history. He had told her that even thought the Haruno Clan was not as well-known and powerful like the Senju and Uchiha Clans; the Haruno's were very loyal. The valued teamwork over everything.
'Never abandon your comrades,' he had told her, 'Also, do not forfeit your comrades' lives for the sake of a mission.'
Even though the Haruno Clan now ceased to exist; the pinkette was determind to heed her father's advice.
When she had declared that she was going to become a Kunoichi, her father had become really excited. He had always wanted to become a shinobi as a boy, but his parents had refused; not wanting to allow their son to take up such a dangerous occupation.
Her mother has been completely against the idea, but her father had managed to persuade her to give Sakura a chance. In fact, it was because of her father that she was going to join the Academy in a year.
He had even brought her two sets of kunai, some shuriken and a mini shuriken holster, which she was currently wearing on her right thigh over a layer of bandages. He had tried to get her more ninja tools, but her mother had drawn the line at explosive tags.
Sakura glanced at the wall clock, it read; 11:16.
'Awww man!' she exclaimed wondering when it had become so late, 'I wanted to work on my stamina!'
She rushed out of the house yelling a hasty good-bye to her father and headed into the village.
Ever since she had turned five, her parents had allowed her to leave the house as long as she returned home at around 1:00PM.
The pinkette headed towards an abandoned training ground she… well trained in. She would practice a couple of katas, run around the village twice and practice her shuriken-jutsu.
As she entered the training ground, she froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Sitting in front of her with his back to her was a blonde, spiky-haired boy.
'…Naruto?'