AN:Because as soon as I learnt of Sasuke's past I just had to write this. It was like some weird calling.In this fic Sakura lives in Konoha when the massacure of Sasuke's family happened. Just a bit of artistic licence. Slight Sasuke/Sakura.
When they found him he was huddled outside under a tree. His clothes where soaked with blood and his screams echoed through the grim place. He said unintelligible things about brothers and family and love and blood. He bit and clawed anyone who got to close and they waited until he calmed down a bit to move him. For a six-year-old he was full of a raw energy spawned by grief and betrayal.
He cried and cried and cried until he fell asleep. They managed to drug him in order for his sleep to be dreamless. A small charity for a tortured boy. When he woke up they saw his eye where blank and his voice gone. He was like an empty shell. For a week he ate and slept and the time between was spent staring at the walls. He didn't take his eyes of them and his lips would be constantly moving though no sound would come.
He looked so small, when people tried to talk to him and to get him to come out of his world of silence and bloodshed he would look right past them. It was unnerving and his eyes where just two empty pools of black. Sakura begged to see her 'Sasuke-kun' but they feared that any connection to Itachi would send Sasuke over the edge.
Sakura stayed at the house where Sasuke was being cared for. One night one of the children was going to bring Sasuke his food but Sakura offered to do it for him, he agreed because the tray was much to heavy. Sakura grabbed the tray and went to Sasuke's room as fast as she could. She opened the door quietly and left the tray on the table before looking at Sasuke.
He was thinner than before, everything about him drooped slightly and he seemed to be running on a brittle force alone. He stayed alive not because he wanted to, but because he had to. He'd seen to much death to add to it. She felt her eyes fill with tears and she did the only thing she could think of. She ran to him and hugged him fiercely.
At first he stiffened, the last time he'd been hugged he'd been in another world. One with mothers and brothers and love. Now he was in a different place and emotion wasn't something he understood. But this hug, this person, felt familiar. She was in that other world. She was there and she was here too. Could he be there and here?
Was it all the same place? Marred by death and hate but still the same place. He wasn't sure about it, it couldn't be possible. The world had ended when he had seen all his relatives dead on the lawn. But hadn't it crashed again when he'd seen Itachi hovering over his parents? His face and hair and hands covered in sticky warm blood. The sky had fallen a third time when his brother had tortured him.
But if the world hadn't ended the first time, or the second had it really been gone the third time? Maybe it was still here, somewhere in the broken bodies and broken spirits. He was sure of it now, the world hadn't broken, just been cracked a little. And he would fix it, he would find Itachi and make him pay in flesh and blood for what he'd done.
But for now his six-year-old heart calmed down and he let his arms wrap around Sakura and he held her tight, she was his anchor into the real world. She'd make sure that he didn't break the world, she'd make sure he didn't lose himself in the same bloodlust Itachi had been caught up in. He didn't want to turn into Itachi, he didn't want to come close, he was terrified of someone someday staring into his blood red eyes before their own closed forever. But he had a strange reassurance that Sakura wouldn't let that happen, she'd protect him and love him. Forever.
Outside it rained, inside two scared little children held on in the wake of the falling sky.