Prologue
The blood, the dead bodies, her home, her friends. They're all laid out before her, not one face had the determined expressions that settled there during the war and the light that displayed life in their eyes were now gone. The dead dull colors staring blankly towards the crying skies.
The five great nations have fallen.
Her sea-foam green eyes stared wide with shock and her body trembled. Fear. Shock. Shame. Those are the only emotions she can comprehend as the mantra chanted itself over and over within her head.
Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
The small petite body huddled into itself, the girl herself looked like a wilting flower. Her knees were up to her chin, her arms wrapped around them securely, her trembling form discreetly rocking to her inner chant.
Gone.
She could hear the footsteps near her. Slow and steady. Moving with a purpose. The broken girl does not acknowledge who is now standing in front of her. Instead she focuses on the boy she grew to love over her time being his teammate. The orange clothes that are caked in dirt, sweat, grime and blood; the headband that has been ruined and his bloodied face.
Naruto Uzumaki.
"Sakura," A deep voice calls. She does not look up or even indicates that she heard a thing. "I don't like being ignored." Sakura felt the blade that belonged to the owner of the voice slowly slice a shallow cut into her throat.
With a strategic flick of his wrist the sword forces Sakura to angle her head to where she now is facing her first love and enemy. Her dry sobs slowly fade and her horrified expression slowly settles into a hard glare.
"Funny. I recall that being my treatment as kids, Sasuke." She enunciates slowly, her voice oddly even and calm, "Make it quick will ya?" She says impassively. "Naruto is probably waiting on the other side."
"Naruto…" Sasuke says slowly, smirking coldly, "He got what he deserved, ne?"
Sakura's jaw tightens and she knows she is in no position to move without chakra with the serious injuries she has now.
Sasuke smirk sadistically, "How sad…" He murmurs, drawing circles into Sakura's collarbone. "You were finally returning his feelings too."
Sakura takes both of her hands and clamps them onto both sides of Sasuke's thin sword. Confusion flashes in his dark eyes before cold amusement settles into them and its obvious he doesn't believe she could do what she intends. She ignores his look, keeping her eyes on his, while her hands focused on slowly bending the sword between her bare hands.
Chakra be damned.
Sasuke's eyes widen slightly seeing the metal begin to bend against its will. He quickly does a roundhouse kick, effectively knocking Sakura a few feet from him and extracting his sword from her surprisingly strong grip.
He clicks his tongue to make a mocking 'Tsk, tsk, tsk' sound. There is disapproval on his face and Sakura realizes this is the most emotion he's ever displayed. Her vision blurs and her head rings. She lays there on the cold, hard, wet ground in a helpless heap of a mess.
Why? Why did he leave me for last? Her thoughts echo sadly. Her vision begins to focus and she is able to see somewhat normally again. What is in her line of sight is the strange looking Kunai that Naruto entrusted to her a long time ago.
Naruto's hands glide across the metal before he hands it to her. "Sakura this is special,"
She looks at the weapon in her hand and brings it closer to her face to inspect it. The only thing that stood out was its strange design and weird paper seal that wrapped around it. "It looks like a plain old kunai to me,"
He chuckles good-naturedly. "Looks can be deceiving." Sakura eyes him suspiciously; there is no way something that mature could have come out of his very mouth.
His expression becomes crestfallen. "If something very bad ever happens, such as Konoha falling or something unlikely happening, use it. Only if it is seriously needed. I'm not quite sure of where it'll take you but it will only activate if you run your bloody thumb over it a few times deliberately."
Sakura stared at Naruto, confused. She's about to ask him what exactly he's going on about but he holds up a hand to pause her. "Promise me you will not use it unless it is absolutely necessary."
She looks at him wearily and searches his face, for what, she isn't exactly sure. But whatever it was must have reassured her inner suspicions and concerns because she is suddenly verbally promising to do as he asked.
Sakura slowly brings her thumb to her lip and she bite down, hard. The blood trickles down her hand and she reaches for the kunai that had fallen out of her grasp during one of her many battles.
Sasuke's foot violently grounds into Sakura's arm and she bites her lip to keep in an ear-piercing scream. Her hand is already on the Kunai and she is already rubbing her thumb on the papered seal attached to it.
The pain slowly begins to cease and it feels as if she is lighter, disappearing into thin air almost…and maybe that is what she is doing. Sakura herself is not sure.
The one thing she is sure of though is the angered screams that came from both Madara and Sasuke as her world faded into darkness.
Just what could rubbing the seal on the Kunai cause to make them react in such a way?
A/N: My first story. This was an idea that kept running in my head…so…what do you think? Review. It'll tell me and make me update faster. That is if you want to read more…