Chapter 25: Just Realize, What I Just Realized

Sakura

That jerk.

That idiot.

That unspeakable cad.

Why does he do these things to me?

Naruto

It started as a flicker, but suddenly a loud explosion shook the village. Flames shot high into the air and civilians screamed.

Something was happening again.

But this time it was twice as strong. Twice as violent. Relentless. Twisted. Painful. . .

"Naruto!"

Slippery amphibian hands clasped onto the back of my shoulder.

"You have to come with us, Naruto!"

Before I could protest we teleported, leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke.

Pein

The chakra of the Kyuubi disappeared without a trace.

The elders must have sent him somewhere 'safe' for a while.

I'd find him though.

I'd find him if I had to tear this village apart, brick by brick.

And I would to. For everything, I would.

For Sakura, for Konan, for Yahiko, I had to.

To keep them all safe.

The Fifth Hokage appeared with her many bodyguards, not that she'd need them. The look on her face said she remembered me and I remembered her too. She had been kind, but hadn't thought to much of us when we were young. Just orphans that would die.

Well, at least she'd stopped Orochimaru from killing us too young.

Maybe I wouldn't kill her.

Then again. . .

"Unforgivable!"

. . .I hadn't dealt Jiraiya-sensei the same kindness.

Sakura

My name is Reiame Sakura. I am the daughter of Konan and Nagato, two orphans of a ninja war and co-founders, and co-leaders, of a band of missing-nin called the Akatsuki.

Did I get that right?

Its right isn't it?

It had been so much to take in I found myself repeating most of what Pei– what Nagato said in my mind. Every last word of the truth merging with the lies and ruling over. It was a rollercoaster that had left my head spinning as I sat in the courtyard reviewing everything over in my mind.

Hinata

A white kimono was traditional, but I preferred my blue kimono. . .

Temari had forbidden me from wearing a tsunokakushi to the ceremony. It was my showing of becoming a gentle and obedient bride that Temari –in all her womanly independence wouldn't stand for. She wanted me to be loud and outspoken. I was gentle by nature anyway.

The design was of spiraling blue of the ocean merging with red koi fish that wiggled through the water like a red tongue. Red like the hard candies Gaara-kun's sister always got me whenever she made her trips from Konohagakure. . .

Konohagakure. My homeland that I had banished from my mind.

I brushed my bangles off to one side of my face. . .

It was Sakura who told me to grow my hair long ever when hers was usually as short as a boy's. She loved my dark navy hair color and waved me off whenever I commented on hers.

I painted my lips a pale pink aside from the tradition scarlet red that did not suit me at all. . .

Make-up had never been my specialty, but Temari-san knew a thing or two.

A few last adjustments to my kimono. . .

I never thought I looked good in dresses, kimonos, or any sort of skirts at all. Temari smoothed all creases and straightened the obi and my hairs' elaborate design with bells and crimson flower petals.

I took a breath and my fingers curled tightly around my bundle of flowers and Kankuro's arm. Temari disappeared and the door opened. . .

The way Gaara looked at me told me I was beautiful.

It was a rush of words and vows of everything. The man before us described Gaara as the sun and me as the moon. . .

It was actually quite the opposite. Gaara was darker than a moonless night, aside from his flaming red hair, and I could be brighter than the sun, without my moon pale eyes.

The man nodded and we turned to face each other. . .

Our pale eyes met and we drew each other in for a kiss.

And I was bond to the man I love. . .

And I was married.

Sakura

My father's parents were murdered by Leaf-nin seeking refuge in their house. They had attempted to hide, but had alarmed them and the whole thing had been a bloody accident in which my father had survived.

Because of the traumatic ordeal my father's Rinnegan had awakened and he had –unintentionally?- killed the two Leaf-nin on the spot. He'd spent the better time of his youth from then on with two more orphans, Konan, my mother, and Yahiko, the body of the Tendo Pein –what I thought my father looked like. They were trained by Jiraiya too. . .(He's dead, I already know. . .)

Skip ahead a few years the Akatsuki, my mother was held at kunai point by a tyrant of the Rain Country, Nagato was forced to kill Yahiko, and my father fought until his body was damaged beyond prepare.

Madara's (I will dwell on this later!) claws had sunken deep into him by the time I was born.

And all this started because of an accident. . .

The fact that two Leaf-nin had broken into my father's house and raided it for food and were stupid enough (in the dark no less!) no mistake two civilians for enemy ninja and expected my father (he said they had told him "sorry") to calm down?

No wonder he hates Konohagakure so much!

Wait. . .

That bastard knew this would be a lot for me to process.

He knew that if I spent all my time here thinking about what Konohagakure had done to him, that I wouldn't think about what he was doing to Konohagakure.

He thought he could trick me.

I jumped to my feet. "You bastard!" I screamed, before tearing off towards the village gate.

I had to get to Konoha.

I had to get there fast.

Madara

"See that, Zetsu?" I gestured outward, towards the window where the usual gloom of Amegakure was dragging through the sky, but a bright flash of pink and red caught our attention from the usual dreary color scheme. "My little kunoichi has figured it out."

"Took her long enough. She's a clever gal." His two sides answered.

"Now, Zetsu, be a little more enthusiastic. This is the start of our whole new plan. Little Sakura with her 'marvelous' skills will come in handy once her daddy's out of the equation."

"You'll have to get close to her first. She'll sooner kill you, than have you. HAHAHA!"

My grinned faltered and I sent a glare in Zetsu's direction.

"Oh, she'll have me alright. Whether she likes it or not." I muttered under my breath, shutting the curtain.

Nagato

The real fight begins now.

Now since the Kyuubi container showed up.

Naruto

Now I could end it.

Sakura

Maybe I could stop it.

Oh, yes, aren't I the devil?

-*tsunokakushi= Its a symbol of a bride's "horns of jealousy" in a traditional Japanese wedding. It represts the woman's submissiveness to her husband and her maidenly quality. (Temari and me voted it out.)

-*(Madara's Last Line) For some of you with perverted minds. . .you are correct.

(Mini Rant): I am at the part in my school life where I'm caught between cool nerd and likable, fashinable, bring-punk-back-opinionated-go-to-girl. I'm not expremely popular, but I know a lot of people and I'm not afraid (for the most part) to tell them what I think. I'm book smart, I can play a wicked game of checkers and I'm shooting for sky-high goals all without going to some sweaty grinder party at night to get sloshed and run over with a run away barrel of hay (Yeah, that happened in our school). I just don't see the point in it. Also that fact that there are no, I repeat NO, guys at our school that I deam worthy of spending my time on. And I have been asked out, but I didn't like any of those guys in that way, or ever really thought about them, or even like them as friends in general. I mean, I talk to guys and I've met cool nerd and hot jerks that I liked but none of them liked me back. Sadly, I'm attracked to hot jerks.

Song(s) that Inspired: Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

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~QueenVamp