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As I said before, SECRET LOVE is a SERIES OF ONE SHOTS. They are all Non massacre or at least they are until I make one that's not. This one is pretty sad and yeah, I'm in a bit of a pissy mood so I wrote this in that mind set.

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A scream.

Agony: pure unadulterated agony searing inside her. Her arms quickly crossed over her bulging stomach, her jade eyes squeezing in shock and pain as the fire stretched within her womb.

Again, she screamed.

No, no, this wasn't supposed to be happening to her. Her baby wasn't due for another few months. A few more months and she and Itachi would be parents. The proud parents of a little girl: Itachi's little princess.

Sakura dropped to her knees in their kitchen, the cool tile being covered in her crimson blood. The dishes she had been previously been working on crashed to the floor, echoing in the empty home.

She couldn't move. The invisible knife that seemed to be cutting through her stomach to her unborn child glided from either side of her body, dragging across in zig-zag lines until it changed direction and sliced from the bottom of her sternum to her engorged naval.

A piercing scream and she fell over to her side, her elbow smashing into the cabinet. It would probably bruise but, she couldn't hold her body up any longer with the pain.

'Itachi, I need you!' she inwardly screamed, her lips not being able to do anything but let loose screams and hisses of pain.

They really hadn't planned on the baby. They wanted children but Sakura didn't like planning babies out on some sort of a calendar and Itachi felt the same. But, with as much fun and mind blowing sex they had, it was inevitable and soon found themselves in Tsunade's office being told they were going to be parents.

That was one of the happiest days of her and his life. Now this one was the worst.

The nails of her slender fingers gouged the sides of her belly, the fabric of one of Itachi's old shirts crumpling and wrinkling with her writhing movements.

Something was wrong. It wasn't normal for women to go into labour this early. That thought scared her. She couldn't lose her baby: their baby. They had just painted the nursery a soft yellow and moved the light cherry wood crib Sai had made them next to the window.

No, this couldn't be happening.

They had all the little clothes. The bitty shoes and pacifiers with matching bottles and bibs. She was ready to begin nursing and Itachi was taking off the rest of the year from ANBU, taking the Hokage's offer of a teaching job. He didn't want to be away from their family.

Not now, she shouldn't be in this much pain now. It wasn't time yet.

Kakashi and Yamato were squabbling over her training, reprimanding her not to engage in any strenuous activity: just as Itachi instructed. Sasuke and Sai were monitoring her diet, making sure any of her cravings were taken care of with exact preciseness and Naruto made sure to read her growing belly a children's story every night. She didn't know why he was doing it but, she figured the rest of her teamates kicked their blond friend out of the rest of their orders and he was just being helpful.

Although they only had the best intentions, their demands to live in her and Itachi's home until the patriarch of the family came back was completely unfounded and ridiculous. They even took turns sleeping next to her on her husband's side of the bed to make sure she was given the proper amount of help and care.

Even though it was too much care, she couldn't have felt more loved and touched by their actions. Itachi merely wanted them to keep an eye on her but; they took teamwork to a whole new level. And to say she was grateful was an understatement in the most extreme case.

But now, she needed them.

A chilling scream rang through the house as a wet and warm liquid flowed from the apex of her thighs. She didn't know if it was more blood or her water breaking from the goring she felt inside her body.

"Kakashi," she muttered, trying to raise her voice.

Tears were strangling her eyes and she decided to release the tension and let them fall. The salty fluid cascaded down her cheeks and she whimpered for someone to come and help her. She tried to yell as loud as she could but with every rising breath, her internal organs clenched and refused to cooperate.

She couldn't breathe. She didn't know if it was from her frightened psyche or if her lungs were actually closing but, she had to do something. She had to save her baby.

"Sasuke!" she tried even harder to stretch her inflamed vocal cords.

It was too early to be in labour and it hurt too much. There wasn't supposed to be blood creeping up into the soft fabric covering her knees. It wasn't supposed to be seeping between her fingertips where her field of vision was growing fuzzy.

No, she was supposed to go into labour when Itachi was here, beside her or at least somewhere close by. She was giving birth to a new Uchiha, in which her baby's future grandparents were eagerly waiting for their granddaughter to spoil rotten. Mikoto had already taken Sakura shopping dozens of times for maternity wear and happily helped in any way she could.

While Fugaku was interested in the new heir, he couldn't hide his growing smile from his two sons for long. He was getting older and it seemed with age, he was finally lightening up. He on numerous occasions visited Sakura to make sure she was doing well, saying little but letting his caring gestures speak in his stead.

"Naruto!" she cried.

Her eyes opened and closed again, she couldn't call for them anymore. The darkness eating away at her consciousness was too consuming. She couldn't call out to Itachi. He was gone and there was nothing she could do.

As she twitched on the ground, struggling to keep awake, the front door carelessly flew open and her over zealous blond teamate came in, followed by Sai.

"Oi Sakura chan! We're back!" he called.

She could hear him from the living room yelling through her home and wanted nothing more than to run and cling to him but, in her drowsy state, she could barely move her lips.

"Sakura?" was Sai's soft voice. She could hear the growing concern clearly.

Finally, footsteps came crashing into the kitchen followed by a strangled gasp.

"Sai!" Naruto cried, running over to his fallen teamate.

Within seconds, the artist ran into the kitchen, "Oh God, Sakura," he murmured running over beside his friends and kneeling down.

The words of a hospital and Tsunade made it to her ears before she opened her eyes to see two heads of blurry hair cloud her vision. She closed her lids again. When she opened them, three more dark blobs of inky brown and black crowded her sight.

The voices grew slow and broken. She was being lifted somewhere and a white light blinded her already drooping eye lids. The five blobs of different shades filled her vision and ran along side her body, probably wheeling on a gurney, until her eyes became unseeing and she faded from any sort of coherent thought.


They took her baby.

They pried her little girl from her body.

They took her daughter away from her.

They put her some sort of box or tray and carried her away.

They took her out in pieces and threw her away somewhere.

She knew before she even woke up that she was no longer a mother. She wasn't going to have relieved teamates showing her a little bundle of blankets with her newborn in them. She knew and yet, she still opened her eyes.

She opened her eyes with tears in them.

Sai was the first one she saw. His lean form sitting next to her bed with his un gloved fingers gently gliding over her pale hand. His obsidian eyes quickly flicked over to her face as she opened her eyes.

"Where's…my…baby? Where's-" her words melted into a fit of tearful gasps when the artist quickly enveloped her into his lean and muscular embrace, wrapping his arms around her torso and pressing the back of her head into his chest. He sadly looked down at her arms coming up to rest against his chest and looked over her shoulder to see Naruto solemnly rising to move on the other side of the bed.

"Sakura chan," he whispered, stroking her upper thigh with his soothingly warm hand.

Again, she croaked, "Where's…my baby?"

Sai whispered against her hair calm hushes and kissed the side of her head. In all his years with team 7, he learned what few emotions he could but, seeing Sakura so distraught and broken awakened an innate sense to do whatever he could to comfort her. He didn't have to think of where his gestures and motions came from: they just happened and he openly welcomed the flood.

The door of her room opened and Sasuke slowly walked in with Yamato and Kakashi behind him.

She repeated the same questions over and over again, wishing someone would just tell her that her daughter was dead and yet, at the same time, praying no one would take away her ignorance. She clenched her fists in Sai's black zip up jacket and felt his grip around her shoulder tightening.

The rest of her teamates watched their only female sister and daughter break. There was no amount of training, ramen or jutsu that could heal what had been done.

"Where's she?" she tearfully bit out, searching for someone to ease her mind and fix what little bit of heart she had left.

No one answered.

For once, Naruto steeled himself silent. Sasuke moved behind his teamate turned sister and rested his head against her back, staring at her flushing skin while Kakashi sat uneasily at the foot of her bed. Yamato stood next to Sai's form and mimicked Naruto's motion on her leg, gently squeezing her knee to let her know they were all there.

Her voice quivered as salty bitter tears ran down her cheeks and dripped on Sai's shirt and pants, a few drops draining on his muscled bare stomach, "Where's Ita-"

"He's coming," was Naruto's raspy voice, cracking with unshed tears.


It was a hurried mission, one he had thankfully finished in record timing. He was already heading home to his pregnant wife when the ink hawk found him. The simple message of "Sakura needs you," was enough to break the travel time into a tenth of what it was back to the village.

When he arrived at the hospital, he wasn't greeted with cheery faces or "Congratulations," but dreary and sorrowful glances filled with sympathy. When he was directed toward his wife's room, he had no idea what to expect.

The door opened and all five of her teamates looked gravely up at his face. His stressed and chiselled features were more pronounced from the hours of endless running to make it back in time to see his wife. His dark eyes followed each hoarse and pained face until he settled on his wife's now more slender body curled up in Sai's embrace, fitfully trying to sleep while he held her fast against his chest.

Sasuke was the first to push his chair from the bed side and quietly walk up to him, revealing the reason he was told to go home, "….She's gone, brother," was his awkward reply.

Itachi's world stopped. He knew his brother was trying to put the news as delicately as possible but, it was in vain. How could you sugar coat 'Your daughter's dead?' He didn't know and neither did anyone else.

As calmly as he could, he inched his way over to his wife's form. The artist nodded slowly and whispered into her ear, "Sakura…Itachi's here," while silently slipping off from the bed, allowing Itachi room to sit in his spot.

Without so much as a grumble or moan, two glossy jade eyes opened. Not another word was spoken as he pressed her body forcefully to his, stroking her darkened moonlit hair and letting her tears drip onto the exposed junction between his shoulder and neck. He pressed needful kisses to the side of her head, letting his eyes close and his brows frown.

"….She's gone," Sakura gasped into his neck, her hands clawing at the back of his shirt and wringing the fabric, "they took her…they….."

Her words were lost but, he knew. He understood. There was no daughter waiting for him in a little hospital bassinet. And there was no loving and cheery wife cooing over their daughter.

There was no new family.

Only a broken one.


A few weeks later, Sakura was released. Itachi didn't take the academy job as he said he would but, no one blamed him. Sakura tried to resume her normal life as best she could but, it would be a while before things ever went back to the way they were.

Every night Itachi would comfort his wife and every night she would comfort him. They both lost what they wanted most and no 'There's always next time,' or 'We'll just try again,' made them feel any better. The damage had been done. They lost one child and, no matter what Tsunade's explanation was, being just a rare case, made them want to take the chance again so soon.

They stood now standing in what should've been their daughter's room. The rainbow of clothes still hung in the closet, all packed in bags to keep dust away while the crib was finally covered with a dark tarp. The little music boxes and mobiles were stuffed into drawers and the pacifiers with matching bottles and bibs were folded neatly into plastic bins.

They stared one last time into their daughter's room.

"We'll get through this right?" Sakura asked, staring up at her husband and taking his large calloused hand in hers.

"Yes," he nodded, "we will."

"We can…try…again," she whispered, still holding back the tears.

"Yes….next time."

They closed the door.


I'm really sorry this ruined your day with its sadness but, don't worry, there will be HAPPY one shots coming up. I'm getting better at juggling tennis with school and writing and NHS and more stuff ness. Yes. Well, I'm sorry I killed her but, I wasn't in a very happy mood so, this is what happened.

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Thanks, Slyvia...GONE!