The Resurrection of Ninja
By: xSilverKatanax
Summary:
In a world, where Ninjas are hated and prosecuted, and Strong is weak, Ninjas must flee from their villages.
Sakura is among them, and she hides herself from her true identity in order to save her own life, by taking a job as a normal classed citizen. But who is this mysterious person that she meets who knows her true identity? Will she help him fight back the hate and prosecution-as a ninja and, find love in the process?
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does.
"Blah"-Normal talking
"Blah"-talking in flashback
Blah-Normal thinking
'Blah'-thinking in flashback
Recap: Darkness, formed around Sakura, as she heard her sensei call her name.
The name was lost in the wind, as the world seemed to close in on her.
Thus, Sakura closed her jade eyes, and fainted.
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Chapter 1: Bittersweet
(6 months later from Prologue)
"Oi! Pinky, wake-up!"
Huh?
"Don't you hear me calling you? Wake Up!"
Wha-
"If you make me have to call you one more time-"
"Ok, ok, I'm up!"
"Good. Now get up off your lazy-!"
"H-hai, hai Matsuyo-sama."
The door of the small room was slammed, leaving the child to her orders.
The girl blinked at the sudden interruption of her slumber.
Half relieved that her previous flashback was just a dream, and half relieved that the long night was over.
Night was the time that all of the nightmares of her past came to haunt her.
At that time, her previously dreams, nightmares and, her past life would follow suit- like loyal animals, to be seen in her mind's eye.
This is why the girl sighed in relief, when the sunlight kissed her face-signaling that morning, had finally come.
The child, slowly rose from her bed as if in a trance, contemplating on her dreams before she was awaken.
Stretching her limbs, yawning, her mind buzzed with many questions in her head.
I've been having more and more dreams of Konoha. The girl thought. Does this mean something?
At the thought of the relations between her and Konoha not yet being untied, the girl felt a light feeling in her stomach.
The feeling was hope, as she stood up to retrieve the lovely pink Kimono that lay on a table next to her full length mirror.
A breeze blew through her hair, as she made her way across the room.
Such thoughts, made her happy, and feel better at the thought of this hope.
A strange smile placed itself on the girl's face, only to be wiped off as soon as it came.
With the attempt of grabbing her Kimono, the girls face suddenly darkened at the un welcomed, new, contradicting thoughts that filled her head.
Wait, what am I thinking? The girl's eyes which looking to the floor in sadness thought, This doesn't mean anything. I've been waiting 6 months for a sign to reveal itself. The present status of a ninja will never change now. As long as he is in power.
Sakura- the name of the pink-haired girl, shook her head in fascination at her false hope.
Did she actually just hope for a sign?
Signs, were impossible to be found here.
And even after finding a sign, what next?
The girl felt foolish at such thoughts.
Such hopeful thinking.
Signs have not been found and never will be.
Nothing has changed since then, and nothing will change.
At these sad thoughts, Sakura picked up the rose-colored Kimono and slipped it onto her small frame.
She had been telling herself this in the reflection of the mirror for months.
Yet, she had never quite came to believing it herself.
She blamed it on the mirror.
It seemed to expose her of her true thoughts daily.
Glancing at the mirror laid out before her, she sighed at the un-familiar girlish sight of her own body.
Today the mirror exposed something that people were accustomed to where she came from.
It was hope.
Something that was easily destroyed in this business.
Where she came from, girls had something to dream about.
Whether it was love, friendship or, importance, there was always something there.
However, this, was a whole new world.
A world where girls are expected to be disposable to men, worthless, and to be vain with the work of maintaining a man's interest-even as a mere tea serving girl.
Sakura gazed at her reflection, lost in her thoughts, which were finally exposed-as, a routine.
For this was a place where Strong is Weak.
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(One week earlier)
A silver-haired man gazed sadly at a stone with hundreds of names embedded on it.
Running his pale hands through his hair, he sighed as his eyes laid fixed upon to names that were scrawled handsomely into the stone.
The names read;
Uchiha Obito.
And a name that he had never thought to be on the list so early-
Uzumaki Naruto.
A friend and a student.
Both gone.
The man smiled bitterly at the thought of his late student-Naruto, boasting loudly that he would one day make this list. The man remembered how he had told Naruto that being on the list was not a thing to boast about.
He would do anything to see that look on Naruto's face when he heard this.
Or any look, for that matter.
It was ironic in such a way.
Only when his student had accepted the dangers of the list, was when his name was found right on it.
Lowering his eyes to the ground, he thought of his other students-
One lost in the darkness.
One lost in false hope, which had finally come crashing down upon her.
A feeling of shame would have haunted any other teacher's mind with the knowledge of how his students had turned out.
However, this man was not just any teacher.
His students had become powerful.
Lost in the darkness, dead, hopeless or not, they had still proved themselves worthy as extraordinary shinobi.
And in a weird, optimistic sense, he was very proud of them.
The man smiled to himself, at that thought.
Sensing a sudden feeling of a familiar chakra waiting behind him-in the attempt to hide itself, the man smiled even more with this new source of amusement.
Coolly cocking his head to the side, the sad man pretended to give no notice to who was behind him for a few seconds.
Speaking of someone lost in the darkness, the man finally spoke;
"Have you already forgotten what I've taught you…Sasuke-kun?" The man asked suddenly, to what seemed like nobody.
The scenery behind the man seemed unchanged for a moment, but sure enough, a young man appeared out of thin air to answer the man's calling.
A rush of air was felt on the man's back, signaling the person's arrival.
"No Kakashi-sensei," The boy began, "I wanted to be seen."
The silver haired man- Kakashi, smiled underneath his navy blue mask.
He knew fully of the boy's intentions.
In an attempt to play with the person behind him, Kakashi acted ignorant in an act to deceive the boy.
"…And why did you want to be seen Sasuke?" Kakashi asked, trying to mask his amusement.
The boy's face turned emotionless as he took a deep breath before revealing his plan.
"I'm looking for someone."
Trying to find out more information regarding the boy's plan, Kakashi raised an eyebrow with interest.
"Why are you looking for this person?" He asked.
The boy gazed at the man's back without any will for answering the man's question.
This is going to be harder than I thought. The man thought as he casually scratched the back of his head.
Kakashi decided a different approach to pry the information out of his former student.
"Who are you looking for?" He asked.
Kakashi waited patiently for the boy to answer him. When there was not any sign of him wanting to speak, Kakashi decided to move the conversation along by guessing.
"Are you looking for Naruto?" Kakashi guessed with a bitter smile.
The boy's silence continued, as the soft spring breezed blew, creating shadows that danced upon his sensei's face.
Taking his student's silence as a sign that he had guessed right, Kakashi sighed before delivering the bad news.
He had always hated delivering such news.
There was always no telling how the person hearing the news would react.
Kakashi suspected Sasuke to act somewhat calm on account, of being used to bad news, but…this was Naruto he was about to speak about.
Sasuke had always acted differently-almost out of character, when the subject was on Naruto.
Inhaling deeply, Kakashi prepared himself for a bad reaction.
After all, this was a missing-nin that he was talking about.
People who were not affiliated with Konoha did not hesitate to attack those who were.
Finally, exhaling, Kakashi spoke;
"Naruto is…gone." He said slowly, steady and softly as he moved his hand towards his kunai holster.
The boy-Sasuke blinked in confusion.
Naruto? Gone? Him? He thought as he pulled the pieces together.
Not quite sure how to react, Sasuke lowered his head- trying to hide how uneasy he felt about the comment.
Clenching his teeth in attempt to control his anger, sadness and surprise, the boy managed to mutter one word;
"Liar."
Silence fell-once again at the bold statement recently made.
Kakashi, surprised at the mild reaction, removed his hand away from his weapons.
He clenched his hands in order to regain his composure.
"You don't have to believe me, Sasuke." Kakashi replied.
He was in control fully of his emotions now.
Kakashi shifted his legs across the grass to stand up from his kneeling position.
"But I know that I am right." He finished off.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow at his former sensei in surprise of his reaction.
He had expected something far more…violent.
Kakashi paused, glancing over his shoulder to wait for a smart reply that his former student always seemed to have.
When silence continued to fall, he stood up, brushing himself off signaling that he was leaving.
Kakashi raised his hand up to wave goodbye-only to be interrupted by Sasuke's newly level voice.
"Is it true?"
Kakashi moved one leg forward before replying.
"I will not repeat myself-" He began, his voice rising in annoyance.
Kakashi hated to repeat tragedies to those who did not believe them.
In addition, he was probably already in trouble for even meeting up with a criminal in such a formal matter.
Kakashi thought about this, as another spring breeze blew the wind in his hair.
Around this time of season, Sakura trees would grow-filling fields of flowers with a lovely pink.
A Sakura tree near by, shed a petal from its branches.
Sasuke looked up and happen to notice this.
That Sakura petal…
Already, an idea was forming in his head…
"Where is Sakura then?" Sasuke asked bluntly, interrupting Kakashi.
Kakashi blinked in confusion at the sudden change of subject.
Had the boy felt any remorse at all?
Does the boy care?
His best friend had just died!
Unless…
"I will not tell you." Kakashi replied firmly, shaking off his confusion.
Sasuke seemed taken aback at the sudden denial of his question.
"Why?" He asked.
Kakashi bent his head.
He perfectly knew why he would not tell Sasuke-he might hurt Sakura again.
If only, he could tell his former student this-
"I will not hurt her, if that is what you are thinking." Sasuke said, interrupting his thoughts.
"How do I know that this is true?" Kakashi questioned Sasuke with a raised eyebrow.
Sasuke smirked at the comment.
"Sensei, why would I waste my time hurting another ninja's feelings, when ninjas-as a dying breed, are in danger?" Sasuke paused to see if Kakashi would comment. When Kakashi remained silent, he continued.
"I have my life to consider. I also would take the risk of exposing myself if this was done in a public place. Which is where she is located."
Kakashi gazed at the boy disgusted.
He was disgusted at the fact that someone could put their life like that over others.
Ninja's had the responsibility to not only complete the mission, but to help their comrades as well.
Anyone that did not follow this rule was well, worse than trash.
The Sharingan in his own left eye showed how he learned this rule the hard way.
Still, Kakashi could clearly see that in Sasuke's 'plan,' there was no a risk of danger if she were to simply converse with Sasuke.
However, he was still unsure…
"And when you find Sakura?" Kakashi began, "Then what?"
The smirk that placed itself upon Sasuke's face was gone instantly and changed, to a serious expression.
The boy stepped forward in an attempt to be heard better over the wind that blew and scattered the Sakura petals.
"I will ask of her help to resurrect the name of the ninja."
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The 1st chap. Like it? Hate it? Well...review it!!!