She hadn't always been a strong person. She had conditioned herself into what she was now. She was her own maker. She was strong, but it was times like this that she wanted nothing more than to cry, a heartfelt full on sob. Her pink hair fell in her face, it would protect her from prying eyes but she doubted that anyone would care. Men cried on the battle field. Everyone lost something in this nightmare that was called war.

She despised the word. She wanted nothing more than for it to stop. Only now could she fully understand what Pein had wanted. Only now could she really understand why anyone would fight for peace, that fighting Pein did, it was controlled chaos. What she was experiencing was not in the least controlled. Plans were made and foiled within moments. So many died. So many more would die. Going into it Sakura had been naïve she had thought that maybe she would come out with all of her loved ones. Now she knew that it was never going to happen. She herself could die.

It was times like this that Sakura- given the chance- would thrust the kunai into Sasuke's back without hesitation. She hated him. She hoped he died, serves him right! She hoped that he suffered and hated himself. She hoped he died.

Her head hit her pillow. It was lumpy and hard but she was grateful. She spent her time healing on the battle fields now and she was glad that she was there. She was glad in a way and very very sad at the same time because she had to see the death and the destruction. She had only a sleeping bag and no cot but she was protected from the cold and hard ground by the shear amount of fluffy feathers in her bag. She felt safe in her little tent. It was set up close enough to the medical tent that if something went wrong then she would be there in a flash but far enough that the noises of suffering patients would not keep her awake at night, and for that she was grateful as well.

Another thing that she was grateful for was that Naruto was in the same regiment as her, after (of course) Tsunade had decided that Naruto was in equal danger where he had been hidden then with the soldiers. Soldiers could at least help protect him. Their regiment did not get a whole lot of action, they were mostly a medical unit that took sick and wounded soldiers.

Sakura had trouble sleeping every night even though she was very comfy. She was always worried that her friends might not be there in the morning. She had so many friends. It was a waiting game for her; it was like life was taunting her.

Naruto was on watch that night. Sakura briefly wondered how differed watch was when you knew that you were not only watching yourself and teammates but also a few hundred fellow ninja, and, in some cases captives. Sakura herself would never find out, the healer's strength was saved for saving people not for the night watch. A sly smirk fell upon her mouth as she slowly crept from her sleeping bag. Healers weren't assigned watch but there was certainly was not a rule stating that they couldn't, oh I dunno…take someone's shift.

It was crisp outside, that was to be expected though because it was winter. Naruto was not hard to find with his exuberant chakra signature practically screaming HERE I AM! HERE I AM! COME FIND ME! Sakura sat down beside Naruto making the ninja jump.

"Some watchmen"

Naruto smiled. Almost every time Naruto was assigned the watch Sakura sat with him at least for a little while. "Some pajamas! Look little bunnies."

Sakura hit him lightly on the shoulder and jokingly replied "They where my grandmothers!"

Naruto smiled again, they both enjoyed each other's company. It distracted them from other less tasteful topics. "No wonder they make you look as fat as a hippo!"

Sakura hit him harder causing him to yelp. For a while they just looked at the stars. It grew darker, and colder. Hours past but not a word was spoken until the first rays of sun where rising over the sky. They both where tired but in all reality even if they had not stayed up on watch they would have had no better sleep.

"Sakura?"

"hum?" the pink haired ninja replied as her eyes drooped.

"Do you ever think about Sasuke? I miss him so much and I-I really wish I could forgive him for what he was done but…I am finding it pretty hard to do as of late. I know you love him and everything and you would do anything for him, and he is just like my brother, but when will enough be enough." Naruto's voice was barely a whisper. Sakura knew it pained him to say what he had. He never would really give up on Sasuke, but there could very well be a time that it would be his life or Sasuke's and Sakura knew she would want Naruto out on top.

"I think he can rot in hell." Sakura knew Naruto knew she did not really mean that. He knew that if Sasuke came back right now she would accept him with open arms, or at least halfway open arms. The real meaning was understood though. For now they had to give up on Sasuke.

Naruto sighed, "Yeah your right…"

Not to long after Naruto's relief came and took watch and Sakura and Naruto went their separate ways. Sakura made her way to her tent and quickly changed into her work cloths. "Some people get regular sleep, most people don't have this kind of responsibility." She was used to it anyway; she could easily stay up for a day or two if she really wanted to. Sakura sighed heavily and walked off toward the hospital tent. It was colored red and had a white cross on the top. Sakura had seen many people die in that tent. She did not enjoy being there but she would do anything for her country.

Sasuke was a smart person, a very smart person. He could not plan as well as Shikamaru could in a pinch but given enough time and determination he could come up with a good well thought out plan. That is one of the utmost reasons that Madara's army had lost only a few battles. They had won too many to count. Now sitting down at his desk Sasuke could not, would not plan. Every time he looked at his map it seemed to mock him. No matter how much he wanted to deny the fact he felt guilty when he looked at it. The places they controlled where white pegs. White the color of purity, Sasuke scoffed.

The map seemed to be controlled by white; its only opponent was the red pegs that symbolized the allied nations. Red the color of blood, a symbol of caution. Madara needed his plans, , but Sasuke was just not sure what he wanted. He hated Konoha but was the death and destruction really worth it? Was war worth it? That was what got him; no war was not worth it. So then comes the question; why the hell am I doing this? Madara would punish him if he did not get his plans.

He picked a random village and a random plan that he knew would probably work with minimal damage to his troops and gave it to Madara. He had done his job. He felt guilty for it. Would his family be proud? He was avenging them but at what cost? More death. He hated that. He was almost certain that his mother would hate him for what he was doing and he could see his father just shaking his head. So in conclusion; it was not worth it.

Sasuke leaned back into his chair and pushed his hands through his black spiky hair. Not only were complete strangers in danger but Sakura was too. Naruto was wanted for the fox. The only person that seemed safe from direct harm was Kakashi but he was probably at the front line battling soldiers Sasuke himself sent in. What if Naruto or Sakura were killed by an ambush he set up? What would he do then? Sit back relax and relish in the fact they where no longer there? No, he could not. He would…well he was not sure what he would do.

What Sasuke did know was that Sakura was in trouble. Very much so. Sakura was now bumped up to a number one priority. Someone else other than him would plan her capture and if they did succeed…then he would…do something. He was grateful it was not him planning her capture because he couldn't. She was annoying. She used to be head over heels for him now she wanted to kill him. He would prefer she not do either of those things, but no matter how much she annoyed him and rubbed him the wrong way he could not bring himself to wish her harm. She was too innocent. She healed people. She saved people's lives. How much more innocent can you get?

He found himself in another battle field. It must be bloodier than before…more red…more gore…more death. He gritted his teeth. Soon this would be his life, that of a soldier. His eyes would be completely healed soon. He could fight then. He could kill then. What if he went up against Naruto and he dared not consider Sakura? He couldn't kill them, he knew he couldn't. He couldn't let them kill him. What if it was one of his acquaintances or his former class mates? He had fought Garra, but he regretted that bitterly. He had killed Danzo and he was glad but he could have picked a better place to kill him he did not have to attack all the kages.

The streets where covered in bodies. They were poor people their cloths were brown and grey. I did this on a whim. The battle had gone well like he had suspected. Like he had planned. Sasuke saw Konoha, Suna, Iwa, and Rain headbands. What have I done. He felt no happiness from the deaths, he thought it a little weird that he could have ever thought he could have. Had he never thought about it! This was horrible. He wished that maybe he could take it back. Impossible. He wanted it never the less.

His feet drug him on. Madara wanted to talk to him, like every time they won. Maybe he would get a pat on the back for this. Maybe he would just be updated no matter what it was Sasuke just wanted it to be over. Not just the meeting but the war too.

Madara was in the village heads office. It was for looks of course, the remaining villagers could see their village leader killed and his house in shambles. It was an effective way of getting a sort of submission. They were too shocked to fight.

Sasuke could see the palace. Before the palace where the prisoners of war. He did not want to look at them. They were just more objects to haunt him in his dreams.

"Is this what you wanted, Uchiha?" one of the prisoners yelled at him. Sasuke turned to him just in time to see the guard knee him in the stomach and bring him to his knees. The prisoner was from Konoha or so his headband implied. Sasuke could almost recognize him. He was one of the guards. The Konoha guard grimaced but continued, "Well? You gunna let this puny slob fight your battles for you? I thought you were above that!" the prisoners guard pulled a kunai from his belt and went to stab the prisoner.

Sasuke flash stepped and caught the guards hand, "let me deal with it." The guard nodded and Sasuke beckoned to the Konoha gate guard. He made sure he followed him deep into the forest.

"What's your name prisoner?" Sasuke normally would not have asked but he was curious. He knew this man.

"Kotetsu." The prisoner sneered.

It clicked in Sasuke's mind, the Chunin that had posed as a Genin in the Chunin exams. Where was his partner? Was he killed? "Ah, well then."

"What are you gunna do to me? You not above this kinda thing then? Killing pow's huh?" Kotetsu taunted.

"No, you're going to do me a favor." Sasuke stated calmly.

"Na, not for you."

Sasuke's eyes darkened, "Then what about for Sakura, Naruto, and Tsunade?"

"Explain."

Sasuke huffed completely exasperated. He hated explaining himself. "Sakura is going to be targeted for capture. She is a valuable medic and shared ties with Naruto and Tsunade. If I was you I would go and warn them." The last part was less of a suggestion but a threat.

Kotetsu nodded and ran off. Sasuke had hoped they had got his letter but this was a safeguard. Sasuke turned back and continued walking towards Madara. He hoped he had done the right thing. He was late for his meeting now and it was getting dark but Sakura's safety was worth it. He wondered if she would have done the same thing for him but seeing as she had tried to kill him last time they had met he supposed not. Naruto would. Kakashi would most defiantly not. Sakura was a mystery.

The palace was a splendid place even though the village was poor. It was made mostly of marble and gold trim. It had a long spiral stair case, long colorful rugs, and vivid tapestries. Sasuke once again walked aimlessly around until he found Madara.

He wore a sly grin. "Why Sasuke aren't we timely?" Sasuke said nothing. "Oh well that's just fine. You arrived just in time to see our new guest."

Madara gestured to a smaller room to the back of the room Sasuke was currently in. He walked slowly toward it fearing what he would see. Yes Sasuke was afraid of what he would see because he had a very good idea of what it would be and when he entered the room he was unsurprised.

Bound in the corner was a beaten and broken looking Sakura Haruno.

I am sorry for the late update. I am sorry this is rushed. I have a lot on my plate right now. Lots of makeup work cause I was absent(aftershock of mono)

So I can start updating better over the summer which is in 5 weeks. I will probably update once or twice before but summer vacation is what I am counting on.

Hey if any of you read the first Shattered Peace then please tell me if I am doing better :) thanks.

Review if you so chooses.