Prologue

The women held the baby close in her arms. She stopped for a moment, looking for the sign. When she found what she was looking for she stumbled over.

The red liquid slowly trailed down her legs and the women bit her lip as too stop the pain that rushed through her body.

"It has to be around here somewhere!" She thought desperately as the pain increased making her double over. Her legs felt sticky and she felt collapsing then and there but she knew she had to get there.

When the pain had lessened slightly she continued forward on shaky legs. She kept an eye out for any rocks or loose pavement jutting out of the ground.

She knew that if she fell there was a good chance she wouldn't be getting up.

The women stopped as coughs shook her body. Using her free hand, she wiped the blood off the side of her mouth. Before continuing she looked closely at the precious bundle in her arms.

The baby hadn't even twitched since the journey began but the women could here shallow smooth breaths that told her that it wasn't dead.

Yet.

She knew that she had to be close. She recognized these streets and knew she had to be going in the right direction. She looked up at the cold moon and determination filled her heart. She had to get there.

She started at a quicker pace, ignoring the squelching between her legs. The pain was almost unbearable but she gritted her teeth. She would do anything for her precious child.

After an eternity of searching she found the building she was looking for. It looked unassuming enough. The architecture was like many of the other slum buildings. But this place was special. This would be where her child would be growing up.

This was the moment the baby decided to wake. It looked at her with big hazel eyes and let out a small gurgle, hand outstretched towards her. The women took this hand within her own and gave a small smile to the adorable thing. When she touched it she could feel soft, innocent skin beneath her rough hands. She hoped her baby would stay innocent but, the women looked around, that was likely.

Keeping her hand on the infant she started towards the building. It was only a few more metres but, to the struggling women, these steps felt like miles.

The women fell onto all fours as she tried to make it up the small concrete stairs to the door however it looked like this was as far as she was going. She breathed out a small sigh of relief when she placed the infant on the doorstep.

She glanced one last time at her beautiful baby. The women took in her gorgeous eyes, tiny mouth and smirked at the tiny spiky tuft of hair on her head. As she did this her heart split in two. She wished she had the time to see her child grow up. To help on the first day of school, teach how to cook, help it with homework and so many other things. The women could feel the red liquid pool beneath her. It seemed that nature did not agree with her.

With one last smile, she set the child down. Almost as soon as she did this the baby's eyes widened and she began to cry.

The women flinched. "Don't cry p-please. Don't make me leave now. I want to know she's safe. What kind of world is this to m-make a mother's last memories the sound of her child's agony!?" The women could feel a clear liquid drip down her face. She had no energy to comfort the screaming child.

She felt the door in front of her open and the bright fluorescent light burned into her eyes. She could smell the smoke and saw to large boots thud onto the steps.

"Another one. Add her to the pile. We're burnin' 'em tomorrow. They're startin' to smell" She could feel the scowl on his face and felt the large sigh. "Take the brat inside and get it to shut up. Don't want the cops round again."

Many a mother hopes that their last memory of their child is them happy or, at the very least, safe but not everyone is so fortunate. The last thing the women could remember is her baby's screams and large grabbing her floppy body and dragging it to a bloodstained pile of her kin.

[A/N]

The dark side of Konoha everyone.

This AU obviously but I always thought that shinobi were treated much better than civilians and I thought how that might have an effect over time because, lets face it, the world is far from perfect and while they have chakra these are still people.

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