Yes, I am still writing 'Shattered Mirror' but for the time being, I need to reread it due to the extensive revising and editing.

I am honored for a view on the first day, it makes me truly happy!

As always,

Enjoy!

~Kyvena

Chapter 2: Unspoken Words

As of now, Sakura sat in front of her uncle, father and mother for a deep scolding from the agitated red haired Uzumaki female. Looking towards her daughter, Mito scowled slightly, causing Hashirama to become slightly uneasy as she continued to yell, "SAKURA UZUMAKI ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Sakura nodded slightly, but in all honesty, all she could think about at this very moment was if Izuna Uchiha were all right.

Right at that moment, Naruto walked in to see his mother ripping his sister's head off and promptly took a step in front of his beloved sister. Blood or not, Sakura was his sister and she would continue to be his sister until the day he died. Blood ties meant nothing the the blonde. What truly mattered was the bonds he had created with her and the many other memories he would create with the pinkette down the line.

Scowling at his mother, Naruto clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned a ghostly white coloration, "MOTHER STOP YELLING AT SAKURA!" The pinkette couldn't help it, she truly adored Naruto no matter if he was her real brother or not. Placing a gentle hand on her brother's, Sakura sighed gently, yet shook her head to let him know that she was more than fully capable of handling herself. Nodding at his sister, Naruto merely got on his knees beside her so that he too would take some of the blame.

After two hours, Sakura and Naruto were dismissed and the pinkette felt the dire need to go out and take a walk; though this time she would at least let her father know where she was going and what she would be doing. Knocking on Hashirama's door before entering, the brunette casually looked up and his face immediately softened at the little girl whom he had named, "Sakura, what can I help you with dear?"

Sighing heavily the pink haired Uzumaki laced her hands behind her back, "Father, would you mind terribly if I went on a walk within the woods for a while...? I just - I just need some time to clear my head. So much has happened and I'm finding it hard to handle..." Hashirama's face instantly softened, yet nodded at her request, "I see no issue with this. I will let your mother know that you are going on a walk."

Smiling brightly at her father, she then ran to him and flung her arms securely around his neck. At first, he was slightly shocked, but he was soon to cuddle into the pinkette that he adored so much. Releasing Hashirama slowly, Sakura then turned and began to run back into the woods, fully preparing herself to stumble upon an Uchiha corpse.

Reaching the spot she had first met Izuna, Sakura looked around as she began to walk. Not paying attention again, Sakura tripped over another warm body and roughly face planted into the ground, "Wow." Was all this man said as she snapped her emerald orbs back towards him, "Hey watch it!" The man made a snide remark before shifting his gaze away from the pinkette.

Sakura had to hand it to the teen... he had one hell of a DNA strand. The fact that he was drop dead gorgeous would be enough to drive any woman into the state of unrequited love. He had long black hair that held a blue tint, deep charcoal orbs that seemed to hold the wisdom of the world, he was beyond fit and muscular, and he definitely held himself very well. Blushing a deep scarlet tint, the teen gave a smug smirk towards the hurt pinkette and that's when she realized it; his eyes were the same crimson coloration that Izuna's eyes held.

"You're an Uchiha." Sakura stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Raising a brow, the teen's smirk deepened, "Very good, you have done your homework." Now she was simply curious as to why such a beautiful man was simply just sitting here all alone, "May I?" She motioned to the spot beside him and he gave a simple nod, "Do as you wish."

Smiling at this, the pinkette slowly made her way to sit beside the teen as her long cotton candy colored hair flowed gracefully behind her. In all honesty, the way her hair flowed behind her was truly angelic and soon enough he found himself gawking at her beauty, completely mesmerized and fully captivated with her appearance alone.

Finally speaking, Sakura adjusted her legs so that she securely held onto them, "My name's Sakura Senju. May I ask what your first name is?" Even though her birth name was Uzumaki, she found that she liked the way Senju just rolled off her tongue more. The teen rose a single visible eyebrow at the lass before speaking one word, "Madara."

Appearing highly confused, the pinkette slightly tilted her head towards the beautiful man as she rapidly blinked her emerald orbs, "Huh?" He honestly hated repeating himself, yet humored her this one time, "My name, it's Madara." Sakura's mouth gained an 'OH!' expression and she began to slightly giggle, "It's very nice to meet you Madara-kun." Madara held up his hand the very moment she had even said the word "kun". In all honesty, Madara hated formalities just as much as Sakura did, "Just Madara."

Nodding at him, the two continued to speak as if they had known one another their entire life and before they knew it, the sun was going down. Sakura honestly didn't want to go home, she really didn't... "Sakura... would you like to star gaze with me tonight?"

Sakura's breath hitched in her throat slightly as a deep blush crossed her cheeks, "Oh, I... um..." Madara tapped his finger against his shin patiently, but someone had to interrupt his plans. Both of their heads turned behind them as the all too familiar yell, "SAKURA!" Was released. The pinkette knew all too well as to who this was and she clenched her teeth until her jaw uncomfortably popped.

Hearing that pop, the Uchiha male's voice dropped to a subtle whisper so only she could hear him, "Who is that...?" Glancing those beautiful emerald orbs towards Madara, which oddly reminded him of a cat in the dark with the way her eyes brightly shimmered in the still of the night, "My brother." Sakura gently spoke out.

"Shall I leave then...?" He continued to whisper and Sakura only shook her head, "I want to go star gazing with you Madara..." Grinning smugly, Madara swiftly stood, placed his hand over Sakura's mouth so she didn't accidentally scream as he lifted her over his shoulder before beginning to bolt.

. . .

Naruto had been looking everywhere within the forest for his sister but just couldn't seem to find her anywhere. He was growing slightly worried for her with the way their mother had been acting towards the pinkette as of late. All he could honestly do was make a cover story for Sakura so that she wouldn't get in any trouble so to speak.

Turning around, Naruto made his way back to the Senju stronghold and entered through the gates, only for fellow Senju clan members to begin bowing towards him respectively. The blonde knew that he had never really been very comfortable with how people showed him so much respect whenever he just wanted to live a simple life.

Suddenly bumping into someone, Naruto bowed deeply, "Forgive me, I should have been paying attention, ya know?" The deep voice that Naruto knew belonged to his uncle then rang out, "Naruto... where is your sister..." This question was made in the form of a statement, causing the young male to take an uneasy step back before stiffening up, "S-She was working on s-something and s-said she would be l-late..." It was very unlike Naruto to stutter the way he just had, but his uncle always made him gain a sort of anxiety whenever he spoke.

Releasing an angry 'TCH!', Tobirama then folded his arms, "Your sister is to be my wife. I'm sure you have been made aware of this Naruto. Now, tell me where she is this very instant!" This made Naruto scowl heavily as his venom laced tone was released, "Uncle, with all do respect... you will not marry my sister just so you can become head of the family! I WON'T allow you to use her that way, ya know! What about Sakura's happiness!?"

Tobirama shot a deadly glare towards his nephew, clearly ticked off over how he was being sassed by his very own nephew, "This was your MOTHER'S choice, not mine. So-" Naruto swiftly cut his very own uncle off with shouts of pure rage, "YEAH RIGHT! YOU HAVE ALWAYS WANTED SAKURA, YA KNOW! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME UNCLE!" With that said, Naruto grit his teeth and snapped around before bolting off towards the main house.

Once he reached the main house, Naruto quickly kicked his shoes off at the entry of the home and quickly yelled out, "I'M HOME!" When no one replied, the blonde haired Uzumaki then ran to his father's study as if the devil were hot on his heels. Forgetting to knock as usual, the panicked blue eyed child ended up slamming the door to his father's office open, which in terms, scared the living life out of Hashirama with the way he just about sky rocketed into the ceiling.

Grasping his chest as if he were having a heart attack, Hashirama took a few deep breaths before speaking, "Naruto? What's bothering you my son?" Naruto's eyes filled with tears and Hashirama quickly noticed this as he abruptly stood and walked to the child before pulling him into his arms, "Naruto what's wrong...?" He asked once more as he stroked the blonde's back tenderly.

Looking up at his father, Naruto's shaky words then escaped his mouth, "M-Mother has a-arranged for S-Sakura to marry u-uncle T-Tobirama..." This was definitely news to Hashirama considering he appeared as if his eyes were just about to pop out of his skull, "What did you just say Naruto...?" Naruto knew Sakura was his father's favorite, even though he also knew his father would claim that to not be true.

Everyone within the Senju compound knew that the only person who could marry another off was the head of the Senju Clan, Hashirama Senju. Attempting to marry someone off without Hashirama's seal of approval was a high act of treason resulting in either imprisonment or death.

Releasing his son, Hashirama lowered his head, "I shall be back Naruto..." His voice had practically been released in such a small whisper that Naruto could only guess as to what he had just said. Once his father was gone, Naruto moved to the window to stare up at the twinkling night sky, "Sakura... you will be happy, I promise."

Hashirama was not in a good mood after hearing that bit of information come from his own son's mouth. Entering the kitchen where Mito was humming as she cooked, Hashirama instantly grit his teeth and clenched his fists before walking up to his wife. Silently standing behind her for a moment, he then yelled out, "MITO!" Mito instantly jumped and snapped around, "What in the hell Hashirama!?"

"Did you think that I would not figure it out..." His voice almost had a deadly ring to it and Mito blinked rapidly at this, "Figure out what?" This is when the brunette slammed his fist into the wall of their home, "YOU BETROTHED SAKURA TO MARRY MY YOUNGER BROTHER!?" Mito's eyes gained a panicked expression whenever she finally snapped at him, "She is too reckless Hashirama! Tobirama would be a good fit for her! He would be able to keep her safe while also keeping her in line!"

The more his wife spoke, the more pissed off he was getting, "And you thought that I would just approve of this? You did this without my knowledge and you know the punishment... now come." That was the last thing he said as she slowly followed after her husband, but little did anyone know... they'd never be seeing the face of Mito Uzumaki ever again.

Instead of choosing to live a happily lived life -

Mito chose death...

"WOW!" Sakura exclaimed happily as she twirled around the enormous field filled with moon flowers. Madara gently smiled at the beauty Sakura had, sure, she was only ten years old; but she was still beautiful in his eyes. The pinkette's eyes sparkled and twinkled brighter than any star that Madara could ever find, and the best part was he didn't have to strain his eyes to find that source of light.

Being five years older than her, Madara towered over her and he took a mere six steps to be right in front of the happy female. Raising a single hand, the Uchiha heir gently took Sakura's chin within his grasp as he stared into those beautiful eyes, "Would I be correct if I said that you enjoy this place?" Giggling softly, Sakura nodded happily, "Yes! Thank you for showing it to me Madara!"

That night, those two laid on the grass as Madara pointed out constellations out for Sakura to find and she listened to the best of her abilities. Sakura found that Madara was not only knowledgeable, but he was kind, sweet, and caring as well.

The moment Sakura stopped answering him and asking questions, Madara peered down only to see Sakura curled up against his muscular frame and began to wonder how he had never even felt her lay her head on his chest. Snickering softly, Madara wrapped his bulky arms around the pinkette before he too, was fast asleep.

. . .

Waking in the middle of the night, it was almost like a dream to the Uchiha heir that he had such a beautiful girl laying with him and he pulled her even closer while a gentle whisper escaped his lips so that he would not wake the sleeping beauty, "Forgive me Izuna... but she is now mine."

Out of nowhere in the middle of the night, a rock was hurled towards Madara and smacked him roughly right in the middle on the forehead as if someone were using him for target practice and had just hit the bulls-eye. It happened so abruptly that the teen, who in the future would come to be known as the god of war, shot up grasping his forehead.

Oh he knew who this had been from due to the scent that had been emitting from the rock. Without even thinking, Madara then angrily shouted, "DAMMIT IZUNA! THAT HURT!" That's when Sakura woke up, "Huh...? What...? Izuna is here...?" Sweat dropping slightly at Sakura's words, Madara then knew the one thing that would rile his younger brother up even more.

"Sakura..." Madara's tone softened and he rose both hands to cup her face, "Will you allow me to try something...?" He had been so vague with his explanation that the only thing Sakura could really do was nod as she yawned, "Yeah, sure."

Green light - Go. The Uchiha heir swiftly swooped in like a hawk that had been hunting its prey before his lips captured her own. Sakura was so shocked at this that at first she struggled against his hold, well, that was until he began to gently stroke his calloused thumbs across her silky cheeks in a calming, yet loving sense; which instantly caused the pinkette to relax.

Izuna jumped out of the tree and ran towards the two, "Big brother, what the hell! I told you that I was going to bring Sakura here tonight!" Madara pulled away from Sakura, whom now felt as if she had stars twinkling in her emerald orbs from the sudden rush of excitement.

Shrugging his shoulders, Madara turned his head away, "Izuna, I have no idea what you are referring to. You said it perfectly clear, we are now rivals... but you have forgotten Izuna; I always get what I want." Izuna growled angrily, which only gave his older brother an amused facial expression.

"Sakura! Get away from that scoundrel! He already has sex with concubines on a daily basis!" Izuna yelled angrily and Madara's pitch black voids shot towards his younger brother dangerously. Sakura's eyes widened immensely at this and she instantly stood and calmly walked to Izuna, she had no plans on becoming another one of Madara's bed buddies. Sure, some of her friends were already married and some even had a little one or two running around their homes, but she was different.

Being raised by Hashirama Senju, she had always been told marriages were very important in one's life; but what was more important was the foundation of that marriage. Hashirama believed and wanted for his children to honestly fall in love before being married. Unlike her father, who had been forced into an arranged marriage very early in his life with no solid foundation of love to first create a successful marriage, he had wanted his children to follow their own path and find love on their very own.

After listening to the two brothers bicker for quite some time, Sakura's gentle tone rang out, "S-Sorry... I suddenly don't feel so well. Please pardon me, I will be heading home now." Was all Sakura said before bolting off and leaving the two brothers to shoot glares between one another. The pink haired Senju heiress finally returned home and opened the door to the main house, which was oddly quiet until Hashirama's voice, which now held a dark tone to it, rang out, "Sakura, we must talk."

Nodding, all the pinkette could do was obediently follow her father to his study as the silence of the night once again set into place with the only thing to be heard was the soft steps both her father and herself took. Once the two entered, Sakura noticed not only was her brother there, but her uncle Tobirama was present as well, "What's going on...? Why is everyone up so late?"

"We could ask you the same thing Sakura Senju." Tobirama exclaimed coldly, causing Hashirama to instantly snap his dark orbs towards his younger brother, "TOBIRAMA! DID I ASK YOU HOW TO BE A PARENT!? NO! SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH THIS VERY INSTANT!" In all honesty, this was the very first time Naruto and Sakura had ever heard Hashirama yell this angrily. To say the least, both Naruto and Sakura both now held a shocked expression on their face from the outburst.

That's when it finally hit the pinkette, "Wait, you called me Sakura Senju... not Sakura Uzumaki...? What's going on! Will someone tell me something!?" Naruto was just as confused as his sister currently was, it wasn't every day your last name suddenly changes without you even knowing it.

Hashirama released an extremely heavy sigh at this and rose a single hand to press his index and middle finger against his forehead, "I'm not going to beat around the bush with this matter. Naruto, Sakura, your mother has died."

Sakura's face held an expression that she couldn't even describe as of now, "W-What...? H-How...?" That's when Tobirama decided to speak up, "She went against the rules of our very own clan. Instead of repenting for her sins... she decided..." Tobirama paused momentarily before continuing, -

"That death..." -

"Was more suitable..."