Moonbeam: I'm sorry for the wait, it's been hard to update. Thanks to all who reviewed! I'm glad you like it. You'll also learn about Sakura's Bloodline limit, and other things that were mentioned in the last chap. Please read and review!

To Gaaralover 3: Since Sakura was in a place for gods, hence only her spirit was brought up the plains of the gods by her mother. Once her mother's power grew to low for her to keep Sakura with her in that world, Sakura's soul needed to go back to her body in the real world. Hence the portal is the passageway between worlds. But this will be explained also in the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Note: I own my OC, my plot line, and my story.

Chapter 5:A Mother's Legacy

(Sakura's P.O.V)

I woke up to the annoying rays of sunshine coming through my blinds. I groaned before trying to shield the light away with an extra pillow over my head. I moaned in discontent. My body felt stiff and heavy, I felt depressed, and I felt sick. All I wanted to do was sleep. Was that so much to ask? But I relented soon enough since the sun's rays persisted in shining. I groggily rolled my shoulders to make the muscles wake up, but only got pain.

I winced, what had happened to my muscles? I growled softly as I stretched out my back, earning some pops and cracks. Once I was finished I was rewarded with more muscle pain that was only dulled by the heavy feeling of my body, and persistent sleep. I shuffled my way out of my room, and came face to face with the stairs.

Ah, my mortal enemy! I shall vanquish you fiend!

I took a hesitant step on the first one, finding my still sleep-induced brain, to fuzzy to control my balance. I held a firm grip onto the railing as I made my way down the stairs. I came out of the experience with out a scratch, and I groggily made my way to the kitchen, hoping to get some tea to wake myself up. I stumbled into the kitchen, lazily looking around for the tea pot. I became little more awake, and blinked in surprise.

Where was the tea pot?

"You really should be resting, Sakura-san. The trip to and back from Takama-ga-hara must have caused a great deal of stress, and exhaustion on your soul. But you don't need to worry your body was unharmed as I watched over it for you. I'm surprised you weren't out longer, but than again you are Hanako's daughter. You must be feeling rather stiff and sick. I'm sorry, my dear, such a trip for a mortal soul is quite tiring. But I have a tea that should help you."

I twitched, and prayed this was all a bad dream again. That all of it had been a bad dream. I found behind me my ancestor, Diantha-sama, Goddess of Tsuki, sitting at my dining room table with fresh breakfast, and herbal tea on the table. She smiled gently at my staring form.

"Well come on, I don't bite." She giggled softly as she patted the cushion seat next to her. I felt my eye twitch.

The world must really hate me.

I shuffled to the seat and plopped down next to the now tea-drinking deity. I sat at the edge of my seat, finding it more comfortable if I was farthest away from her.

After all I didn't know…

… if goddesses who are your ancestor bit or not.

Ok, so she didn't bite. But she did make a great breakfast.

I glared down at my empty plates and tea cup, and gave a side ways glance at Diantha. She was sipping her tea casually, as if nothing was wrong with this arrangement. My hands twisted together on my lap in distress. How was I supposed to talk to her? How did you talk to one of the most powerful immortals in existence? I knew how to pray to one, but make small talk?! What do you talk about? Have you fought any evil spirits today? Did you curse someone for their sins?

I sighed, I didn't know how to handle this at all.

I looked over at her again, she was sipping her tea quietly as she had been before. I gulped nervously and beads of sweat started to form on my forehead. I never handled anxiety all that well. Probably sensing my nervousness, Diantha-sama looked over at me worriedly. I tried to smile, but I failed miserably. So much for acting cool and calm. Her concern turned to understanding and smiled at me like she had the night before. She set her tea cup down softly on the low table, and turned her whole body to face me. I stiffened involuntarily, but stayed still. She looked at me again and sighed.

" I suppose you want to know exactly what is going on, ne?" She questioned, and I jumped in my seat. I smiled nervously at her, and hesitantly nodded my head. I shouldn't be asking a god to explain themselves, but curiosity had always been a bad trait of mine. Her smile became thoughtful, her eyes contemplating on when to start. She then cleared her throat and began.

" There is much to tell, but I suppose I should start from the beginning. As you know I'm your ancestor by blood, your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great-. Well I'll just say there is a lot of "great"s involved. Anyway I'm your grandmother, the mother of your clan. And it's my duty to watch and protect my decedents, especially those with certain special powers. But like I said I need to start from even before our clan was established.

This tale began many millennia ago, when the gods were young and the world was younger. I had just ascended to my rank of Moon goddess, working with my twin sister, Amaterasu., to bring light and guidance to the mortals we watched over. Thought our plan didn't always run smoothly. Susanowa, our brother, had to go a scare my dear sister, and she fled to a cave in her fright. Hikari, my sister's childhood name that we always used for each other, would not emerge from her rocky haven, and the world seemed it would remain in darkness. The gods went in search of a solution to draw her out, myself included. Every method tried didn't work, even my flute music couldn't draw her out. But it was while I went in search of another method that I met a person who would change my life forever.

While I searched on earth, particularly flower fields, is when it happened. My sister loved flowers, so I hand hoped I could find ones that she loved so much that they would draw her out. It was in one of these fields that I met him. The one man I would ever love. He was mortal, but when I first saw him surrounded by those dew covered flowers and outlined by dawns light I thought he was a fellow god. In my sense of awe I approached him and it was only when I was close to him I realized this handsome man was mortal.

He must have realized I was a god because he bowed low to the ground in respect. I had always hated people treating me with such stiff formal manner. I waved his gesture off in annoyance, and he smiled at this. He understood my behaviour perfectly. His behaviour intrigued me and before I knew it we spent the whole day talking and getting to know one another. We ate a simple dinner in the twilight while watching the sunset. From that day on I fell head over heels from him. His name was Haru, just like the spring field we met in. I also learned he was a monk for Amatarsu. My sister gave us her blessing.

We kept meeting and our love grew. We didn't care about status or species, we were just so in love. While other's didn't approve of my choice in a lover and husband, I didn't care. We were married on the brightest day of spring, in the same field where we had met. We were consumed by our marital bliss and it seemed nothing else mattered. But our union, however, couldn't last forever. I was immortal, but he was not. He died later in life of old age, and I was left to mourn. But I found I could visit him in spirit every half a century or so. But not everything was bad. From our union came a great treasure, a daughter. I named her Ayame. We were inseparable while she grew up. I loved her dearly, and spoiled her at times.

But our good times would come to a screeching halt.

By her late teens she found a nice, responsible, handsome mortal husband. She was a good wife, and ran her household with warmth and love. And soon Ayame became heavy with child, at age 20. I was so happy! I was so excited to be a grandmother. She gave birth to a happy, healthy baby girl named Hana. I was thrilled. Ayame took to being a mother right away, and the baby grew into a bright young teen who would soon be at marrying age. Everything seemed fine. But something happened unexpected. Her hybrid blood started to take its affect on her mortal body. She became sick, weak, and delirious from fever. It seemed she couldn't take the mix of our blood, and it had dire consequences on her. An infection started to ravage her body, from the inside out. It even affected her mind and her very soul. I didn't know what to do.

I found out it was terminal illness, and I hurried to find some kind of cure for my beloved daughter. But things took an even worse turn when Ayame started to go insane, she lost her head. She accused and cursed me for her illness, that she would die because of me. Haru and I hadn't known about the side affects our mixed blood, nor the affects they would have on our children. And with her insanity came her dormant powers. Powers of unlimited energy, strength, and control of all the elements.

While regular shinobi's could control more then two elements, it seemed Haru's sacred blood from being a monk and my immortal blood enabled her to control all. And not just over fire, wind, earth, and water. She could mold them together, and could even control metal. She had seemed to gain Alchemic abilities, so you can guess how disastrous this was. She turned against me and the gods. She pledged to kill me, and I didn't know what to do. I knew she was out of her right mind and that perhaps I was to blame for all of this. Since I was the one who had married a mortal. But I had never expected her to what she did next... It still sends shivers down my spine...

She joined forces with the evil eight headed demon Yamata no Orochi.

He was an enemy of my brother Susanno, but he had defeated that Orochi when he had promised to slay it for an elderly couple in exchange for their daughter's hand in marriage. Susanno had slain that filthy demon when he had out-smarted him, but I don't think the heavens counted on my daughter being able to bring him back from the darkest pits of underworld. And that she could raise a army of mindless, heartless minions that would wipe out almost the entire population of our world in a conquest to hurt me and the gods. Every deity, spirit and demon had to watch in shame, sadness and anger as this happened.

They had been powerless to do anything without approval from the higher ups. My elder sister called a meeting of the gods in Takama-ga-hara. I attended with numb seriousness. It was as if all this war, blood and heart ache had happened over night. The gods and goddesses argued and debated. They agreed and yelled. Their decisions were cruel yet just. Their accusations were shameful yet held truth. And one finlay rushed, panicked yet heavy decision was made after a week of arguing. They knew what they had to do to settle this thing with Ayame. They sent the decree out the next morning everything had been decided.

And so it became known that my dear, sweet beloved daughter had betrayed me, her family and the gods. And that she and her precious pet Yamata no Orochi were to be slain without mercy or redemption.

And I would be the one to kill her with my own hands.

I gasped softly, horror and sympathy settling into my gut. I had been breathless and heart broken by her tale so far. But before I could say anything to comfort her or express how I felt she waved a hand for me to stop. I saw tears spilling form her sad ancient eyes and knew she needed to finish her tale or else she wouldn't ever be able to tell it again. I sat stiffly in my seat as I watched my ancestor take in a deep breath, her magical silver eyes swirled in so much emotion I couldn't express it in words. Her voice cracked slightly because of her incoming tears, but her voice became strong again.

"Haru begged me not to go along with this decision. That some how we could still save her. How much I wanted to believe him... So vary much I wanted to fool my heart...But I knew...

Yes, I most definitely knew in my soul, my mind, and in the very depths of my heart I had to end my beloved daughters life. I had given her life, so I had to stop hers.

The war continued, and bloody, fierce battles were fought for a cause I can't remember. I all could think and know was that I had to end the life of someone who mattered more to me then my own life. But I prepared and trained. I learned and I mourned. I drew determination from the blood soaked fields of the innocent that she had slain. And I drew from pain that had shattered my heart. I developed my powers and summoned from my very blood the secret to everything else in this world. With this power in my hands, I could very well unravel time itself if I wanted, everything would be at my mercy. But I wasn't like some of my fellow gods, I wasn't like all those weak mortal shoguns.

I had a world to protect, and my family to think of. Hana was safely being looked after by her grandfather's soul, and my sister. I had to pave a future for my granddaughter. No matter how much it hurt to think about my sin I would commit upon my innocent daughter. But I didn't have to wait long for Ayame to strike. With her usual impatience, a habit she never seemed to get over since she was a child, attacked the gods and our strong holds for a final assault. Orochi's hordes of demons attacked with my daughter leading the way.

That day will haunt my memory for all eternity. There was just so much blood, so much death... So many innocent lives lost that day. Many gods were hurt, but none killed. We aren't immortal for nothing, but many were close to death's cold grip. Susanno had wanted to settled his feud. with Orochi while I was left to take care of my daughter. We met silently met on the mortal plain though it was to my disadvantage. In the field of dew covered flowers that all of this had began from. We met each other with our own masks, her's in a cocky smirk, mine emotionless. We didn't say anything, only stared each other down as we drew our swords for our final confrontation.

Our swords met with a metal clash that could be mistaken for thunder by its sheer resonance, and for lighting because of the glare our ruthless blades gave off. And so we duelled in swords, and the only words spoken were when we summoned our spells and chakra to perform jutsus. Our battle lasted for 10 days and 10 nights before I started to feel the effects of our battle. But with Ayame, since she was only half god, was exhausted. She yelled obscenities at me, telling me that I should be just as exhausted. But she does not know I know the universes secrets, that I have trained from my blood, sweat and tears for this battle. She dos not know how it hurt to hurt her, to carve the next wound into her body. She didn't know of my guilt for some how being responsible for her state, the knowing that if I had know in the past that this would have never happened.

That I could have stopped her infection before it spread and corrupted her. My sadness and sheer pain of having to do this. But also the anger of what she has dared to do, what she has done to her once precious family. She had slain her good, kind husband and had almost killed her own daughter. Tears fell from my eyes then, and I sped with my new strength up to her and thrust my sword into her belly cleanly. She didn't even have time to react.

She looked up into my face then, her eyes back to normal for only a second. Seems the bloodline disappears once the owner is near death. She looked confused then, not really comprehending anything, being her old self again. She only had time to whisper Mother to me as tears fell from her eyes as her memories of her dead came back tp her, and at her first sob became her last breath and her body collapsed onto my lap in cold death. I looked down at her broken body, and wept as I clung to her. I mourned for not just her, but every one.

Amaterasu found me later, when the sky had started to cry with it own pure watery tears that mixed with my own, and she embraced and tried to comfort me. I buried her with my own hands, made a simple grave stone for her. All it that flower field. Later on Iris flowers grew in the spot where I buried her. Perhaps some kind of her kind heart trying to shine through to say sorry. This fields close to Konoha. I think that's he reason why your mother chose this village to raise you in. Anyway back to the story.

Yatama no Orochi had be slain again and sent to the deepest parts of hell once more. Though his confession that he was responsible for all of what had happened only angered me further in my grief. Turns out he wanted revenge on the gods and had turned my daughters blood against her and actually manipulated and controlled her until the very end to be his poppet. He had had many demons on his side, but it was good of Kyubbi-san-"

"Kyubbi?! What's that bastard got to do with this?!" I shouted out at her, and she blinked in surprise e through her fresh tears. She blinked curiously at me before giving a weak smile.

"That's the Kyubbi-san, the gods were able to have the tailed-demons lords and their subjects on our side. He was an honourable and true alle." I could only gape at her in pure shock. That friggin, frustrating, blood-lusting, perverted, self-cantered bastard of a demon had actually helped the gods fight against Yatama no Orochi?! She almost cracked a grin at my face, but she restrained it. Seems I had actually lightened the mood with my outburst.

"Well Orochi was an enemy of his to, so, we were allies for that war."

"But if he's such a great all-powerful alle of the gods then why did he attack Konoha and get sealed into Naruto?!" I yelled out at her. I knew I was freaking out on her, that I was changing the already hard subject of our clan's past, but I just had to know why... Why, if had been such an honourable friend to Diantha-sama in that brutal war, had he been ruthless and almost mindless in his slaughter of Konoha.

To know why my Okaa-san said I had a friend in Kyubbi, who I had come to dislike with passion. To know why Naruto had had to endure such pain and loneliness by himself all those years. Hey, I may be pissed at him and that hentai locked inside of him, but he was still one of my closest friends. I saw her eyes harden as she pursued her lips into a thin line. She sat silent for a moment before she finally responded.

"I really don't know Sakura. All I know is that he took my clan's problem seriously, and had asked for eternal friendship in his alliance in the war against Orochi. I'm guessing that the reason your so upset is that you've met that infernal demon playboy, that he's made advance toward you through his vessel, and that your dear mother may have mentioned him as a potential friend in your coming struggles." She stated dead panned, and watched my now blushing face with a knowing stare. She gave a chuckle while I scowled at her, which caused her to smile wider. I felt my eye twitch. God or not one of these days...

"From your reaction I'm taking that as a yes. That hormonal pretty boy could never keep his hands to himself when a pretty girl was around," She gave me an almost coyish if not appreciative glance, " But then again he must have good taste in something, since he hit on my lovely granddaughter. I guess he's not totally blind by his own ego. Anyway I'm surprise he hasn't recognized that the clan's name Haruno and didn't place you as his equal and honourable friend who should be treated with respect. Perhaps he mistook you as a smaller branch member, and not the cream of the crop. But still, Haruno isn't a common name." She tapped her chin thoughtfully while I stared at her in confusion. What the hell was she talking about?!

"What do you mean "smaller branch member" and "Haruno isn't a common name" Diantha-sama?" She looked up at me and gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry Sakura, didn't mean to confuse you. You see my dear, the Haruno clan has many branches, or should I say had many branches that stretched along the various shinobi villages. But about the time all the demons were sealed whoever was left of our clan was whipped out, they either died on their own, committed suicide, caught an illness, or died in battle. You and your mother were the only survivors of these events, and when your mother died, you became the sole heir and member that exists."

"They're... They're all gone?" I felt my voice crack with a quiet sob from my throat. What ever family I could have had was long gone. Diantha-sama shook her head sorrowfully, finding her sadness returning ten fold.

"Yes, sad to say, but they are all gone. You are my only alive decedent. All my daughters are gone now." She spoke sadly. I blinked through my tears, what did she mean daughters?

"Were their no sons descended from you?" I asked. She shook her head no again.

"I have never had a son born and been given the chance to live. The Haruno line usually produces only females, but if a boy is born he usually is very weak and sickly. And if they do survive through their childhood, seeing as the bloodline can only take place in the females of our clan, they will die off in their adolescence because the bloodline literally poisons their bodies because of their gender. You could say it spread like the human disease Cancer."

I winced. Talk about harsh. Diantha straightened herself out and cleared her throat as she began the rest of her tale. " Now as I was saying, Kyubbi-san helped us out an my daughter was to be judged. With her being manipulated and such the gods took mercy on her distraught soul and made sure she went to the world of the mortal Ancestors. Ayame settled down with her husband again there. It took some time but they came to mend their relationship and their love.

I put Hana in the care of my sister's monks, and I visited her frequently. She had Ayame mended things up to. Clean-up for the war began, and with a few centuries Hana grew and had a family of her own. She had several daughters, most would be affected by the curse of the human and god blood mixed from me and their grandfather. But what daughters didn't become effected by their blood would e the mothers of entire clan later on in their years.

I bet you once wondered why half-breeds spawned from Ningen and Kami unity became forbidden right? Well that rule was passed because of what happened. Guess the world didn't need insane, beautiful woman trying to over-rule every male ruler in the world, and have the man forever terrorised by their godly superiority. You see that's in a way what the blood line is. It makes you different from humans, gods, and youkai. You are your own type of species, you're own type of person. You have more privileges, and tougher decisions. What ran through your mother's veins, what ran though your families veins, what runs in your veins is as much a blessing as it is a curse. This curse, this infection with taints all of the more talented females of our clan with power unlimited. And power corrupts, much like it did to your Uchiha friend.

And so after Hana had her own children, when she was not effected by the blood, that I would watch over and guide every single one of these teenage girls. I would teach them, and help them control the power that they neither wanted nor the burden that awaited them. That is why I ma here Sakura. To help you through your bloodline, through this crucial time. You are descended from the main branch, the one who have been most talented in their training. The smaller branches descendants who mastered their training would loose their abilities in their early twenties or thirties.

But you are different. Your genes are strong, just like you mother's were, only perhaps even stronger then her own. You have the potential to be as powerful as I am. You have the ability to grasp the secrets only I have been able to obtain. You can master your training!" She stated this with pride and hope. Hope in me and my word to accept. I think hesitantly. There is something I need to know first though my head is spinning with such an overwhelming story.

"Diantha-sama what happened to the girls that were not able to over come the blood line and complete their training?" Her smile vanishes replaced by an emotionless expression, her eyes become so dark they almost seem black. I shiver at her reaction. What could this mean?

"My daughters that are not able to complete their training and master the blood line will suffer the same fate as my first daughter did. They will be driven insane from the inside out, and they will cause chaos for everyone on this earth. And so if this happens..." She trialed off, her voice stiff and cold as the raindrops had been in last nights storm.

"And what happens, Diantha-sama?" I really hadn't wanted to ask, but had sickening feeling in my stomach that I already knew the answer. And it frightened me beyond words.

"Then as it is my duty to protect and guide my daughters during this crucial period. It is also my duty to end their lives then and their before they loose themselves completely." I gasp escapes my mouth as I put a hand to cover my gaping mouth. How could this be possible?! How could this be happening?! One thought that ran ominously through my mind made my already heavy stomach sink into my gut like a weight and caused my heart to be in my throat. Adrenaline started to pump as my heart beat increased as I tasted fear in my mouth.

"And what happens if I befall the safe fate?" I asked breathlessly as I watched her obsidian gaze pierce into mine, ripping and tarring at my insides. And with that stare I knew my answer.

"Should you befall such a fate dear Sakura, I will be forced to kill you to. If I were to leave you unchecked, then you would succumb to the bloodline all the sooner. And now that you've seen your mother, heard your family history, that you've met me, and learned of what is inside you I leave you to decide what you will do," She relayed sharply and with out emotion., while she stood up and walked to the door frame of the next room.

"I will return in three days when the full moon will disappear, and then will you give me your answer. Should you choose to partake in the training, it will began immediately. If not, I will leave you to your life and you use whatever time you have left of sanity to be with the people you care most about. And when it over takes you, I will come for your life. While I would say to choose the training, I can not make this decision for you. Because it is of your own free will." She turned her back to me as she was ready to depart.

"I am sorry, my dear, daughter. My dear Sakura. If I had my way, you wouldn't have to make this decision. I never intended to let this be the lagacy I would leave my children to remember me by. It hurts me to do this to you..."

"I am so sorry." Her voice dripped with sadness as she disappeared just like she had the other night. I stared blankly at where she had stood.

I threw the tea pot against the wall, and as it shattered to pieces I cried until I was numb and asleep.