AN: As said, I've done a rewrite. Sorry for the long update, been busy with college recently. Thank you for others' patience though.
"Bloody History" – Prologue
Blood.
The smell was exhilarating.
Or so she thought – the metallic smell, the stinging odor, or the stench – it had been the way she and her comrades had reeked every time.
It had been for the past two years. She wasn't one for bloodshed, but she hadn't cared for a long time. Or was it because she had nothing to lose anymore? Either way, there's no need to remind her of it.
Cerulean blue eyes glared at the mangled corpse in front of her with nothing close to mercy filling her heart.
It was one thing when forgiving. Never easy, too difficult, the hatred still stays – so alike to the cold body in front of her yet so dissimilar. But it was another thing when forgetting, she couldn't, she wouldn't.
He had taken everything away from her.
It was because of him; that she had to at least give her friends' bodies a proper burial even in the middle of the war, that she had to cry over the burnt remains of her husband, that she had to inform her two year old child that his father was dead and will never be back, that she had to break her promise to her people, and that she had to be the sole reason why everyone she had cared for died.
A purple rippled eye and a single eternal Mangekyo sharingan stared back at her, glazed in apparent death.
This man had caused everything that had been her misery.
If not at first then eventually.
Daikazesakura held in her hand tightly, she swiftly slashed the eyes that damned her. The katana smoothly careening through flesh sickeningly, ripping of skin could be heard around the desolate clearing she and her enemy had chosen to fight in.
He had thought that they didn't have a chance.
They did, in the price of many lives.
Many people had used the infamous Shiki Fuuin that Konoha had been very reluctant to share and sealed all the tailed beasts he sent in different new born children. And even if she was greatly and highly against it, the Kages had killed the vessels at utmost certainty once the seal had settled firmly.
A part of her died that day together with her husband who had once been a jinchuuriki.
In the midst of war, it was a time of sheer desperation.
She was no foreigner to it.
After all, she had been the one desperate to train – under Killer Bee to control the powers of Kyuubi, Tsunade to help save many lives as she could and rain strength even beyond others' reach, the Toads to enhance the postponed sealing study she had with Jiraiya since he had died, and her sister-in-law to further master her wind element –, to save – her husband, friends, and comrades –, and to end the bloody history that is the Fourth Great Shinobi War.
To shorten the role that the council of leaders had beseeched to her, she had been their weapon.
Against Uchiha Madara. Against the Bijuus. Against the living dead. Against Kabuto.
And she had yet to consider the last.
Against Uchiha Sasuke.
She had reached out. But he simply refused to give way. She had been forgiving towards him.
That is, until Madara killed her husband. Burnt to death, cornered during the war, using the history of his family to conjure the efficiency of a quick death.
And guilt would always eat at her.
In the middle of the ravage landscape, she had been crying over a dying Sasuke's body, forcing healing chakra over his system to save his life. She had been by her former best friend's side trying to save him, while her husband died alone in the hands of the only man she ever hated.
Her ex-team mate's last words, "I always wondered about you, watched over you, and eventually fought you. I really regret leaving you that day…because you gave me up too easily."
She wanted to say that she didn't. Deny those accusing words, but she knew…that she did. She faltered. She broke. She was lost.
Then he came.
She found her way again. She had seen light. She stood up.
As years passed by, she fell in love again.
This time, her heart had been held securely to never let her go…and love her, forever and a day – he used to tell her.
A lone tear fell, she would have given up if it wasn't for her child. He had been a mixed of her and her husband; the two year old inherited his father's bloody red hair, his pale skin, but he inherited her cerulean eyes instead of his father's teal ones. His personality is bubbly around people he trusts, subdued around strangers. It was strange…seeing two people in one child, even people found it as an oddity sometimes.
She was told during her marriage that she and her husband had been two sides of the same coin. She didn't listen, until she saw it with her very own eyes…
…in the form of their son.
As she walked away from the cold body of her enemy, she approached the sleeping figure of her son beside one of her fox summons.
His small figure just fits right within her hug.
Just like how she used to hear – "I think we're made for each other, you fit just right in my embrace."
That statement had brought so much warmth in her heart. And it had developed more love than she could bear for the man who said it.
"Kirome." She called quietly.
The fox lifted its massive head. Black fur covered its body, silver irises glinted grimly under the sunlight. As he stood, he was two times the size of the current Akamaru she had faced after her training trip.
"The seals had been ready an hour ago, Senna-sama." Kirome replied quietly, wordlessly, he walked away from the battlefield to lead her to the place she expected him to bring her. Half an hour of walking, they had arrived in a clearing inscribed with complicated runes and seals. Something she had been working at since her husband died but had yet to try it.
She's selfish. That was established a long time ago.
If she died because of this technique, she will be bringing her child with her.
She just hopes that Gaara will forgive her someday.
"Bai-Okingu Fuuin." (Time Walking Seal)
Then everything turned black.
Peace.