Note/: This is a rewrite of my 2008 awful, cringe worthy and VERY badly written fic: You Killed The Sakura We Know. It will be the same concept of the fist fic for all you long time readers but set in a different time period and a LOT better written!
I do not own Naruto!
Sakura centric.
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Winter is lifeless.
Cold.
Quiet.
And white.
Nothing moved, everything still...the world finally at an end.
They had won, but it didn't feel like winning.
Millions were dead.
Millions had been resurrected only to be killed again.
The 4th Great Shinobi War... but in the end what was it really all for?
Kakashi was dead by Obito's hand, as was Tsunade.
Kabuto was dead by Sasuke's hand, so thus was Orochimaru.
And Naruto;
Naruto stopped the Sage of the Six Paths within an inch of his life and at the cost of the Kyuubi, leading a broken nation back home to rebuild and recover.
But what of Sakura?
She was there, like she has always been there.
A splash of pink against the white.
Cold.
Quiet.
The war wouldn't have been won if it wasn't for Sakura.
Yet she was the one who lost the most.
Every failed life-saving field operation.
Every man who died because of her chakra exhaustion.
She lost them all.
She always lost them all.
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