AN: Alright! I'm rewriting this first fic and continuing writing it! Before reading, I apologise for any OCCness!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs.
Pairings: Don't know yet.
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Prologue
In a clearing of a forest near a nameless village, a couple could be seen. One desperately pleading to the other.
"Why?" a pale fuchsia haired woman demanded desperately as she clutched on to her baby, "I loved you with all my heart! You love me too, don't you?" her voice started to crack.
"Of course I do. That's why I 'm doing this!"
"LIAR! By doing this, you are condemning us!" the woman held the bundle of her child closer to her.
Far off into the distance, many voices could be heard. Predators, hunting for their prey.
"Please let us go!" she begged, one hand still holding onto the baby while the other shot out to her lover's arm.
"I can't." he firmly insisted.
"Why not?" the woman cried, tears streamed down her face as her lover hugged her close and stroked her hair.
"Because you are a monster." he whispered harshly into her ear. The woman whimpered and began to protest but was silenced by a feather like kiss. "I love you, but this had to be done."
"They'll tear me apart and burn me..." she whispered to herself. "...and our child...Oh my god, our baby! They'll- please! At least take our child with you and run!" she thrust the bundle into his arms.
"I-"
"Please! You told them you were leaving the village today didn't you! They won't know, I'll make sure of it!"
"Bu-"
"She our child! YOUR daughter! Please! She won't turn out like me! You'll be there to make sure of that! She won't, she won't, SHE WON'T!" she screamed desperately at him.
The voices in the distance were nearing as each second went by. Shouts and yells could be heard.
"They are coming." the woman gasped. Wiping the tears away she stood up, her beautiful emerald eyes shone in determination. "You must leave."
"Wait-" the man and the bundle in his arms disappeared immediately as sparks of light shot out from the woman's palm and engulfed them.
"THERE! THERE'S SOMETHING OVER THERE!" the voices were closing in rapidly.
"Goodbye. I love you Kousuke and my dear child too." she smiled sadly at the remaining sparks. "And I forgive you." she added softly.
"I FOUND HER!" the woman turned around, eyes glinting defiantly in an unearthly shade of green to meet her inevitable fate.
Meanwhile at the main gate of Konoha.
"Sir? Sir! Are you okay?" a young boy at the age of seven shook the unconscious man. He blinked as a few sparks of light flew from the man and vanished. Shaking his head, the boy concentrated on the man. As he turned the man over onto his back, he felt a slight annoyance bubble up. Of all times, the rest of his team just had to be absent when something like this happens...including their instructor. Damn it. So much for watch duty.
"Ughn." the man groaned though still not awake. The man was too heavy for him to carry alone, so taking him to the hospital right now would be out of the question- especially when he was suppose to be on watch. Thinking through all the possible solutions, he decided the best was to guard the man and wait until either one of his team mate is back or his instructor. He prefered it to be the latter.
The boy began to examine the man.
'This man might be a rogue nin.'
The thought left as quickly as it came. The man was clearly a civilian, perhaps just not from Konoha.
As he continued his examination downwards, he realized the man was clutching tightly onto a bundle of a blanket. Carefully, the boy separated the bundle from the man's grip. Looking down at the bundle, he found haunting green eyes stared unblinking back at his onyx eyes.
Suddenly, the man shot up, glancing at the boy who was in a trance like state, he snatched the bundle back and held it closely to him.
"W-where am I? Who are you?" the man croaked out as his throat was dehydrated.
"You are in Konoha and It's common courtesy for one to introduce theirself first." the boy stared piercingly at the man.
"M-my name is Kousuke, Haruno Kousuke." the man was surprised at the boy's maturity.
"I'm Uchiha Itach. A shinobi of Konoha, ranked genin."
"A shinobi! B-but you're only a child- you looks no older than seven!" Kousuke blurted out incredulously.
"Haruno-san, my instructor and the rest of my team should be returning soon. We'll wait until then." Itachi ignored the man who stared at him in shock. His reaction to his status had confirmed that this man was indeed not a citizen of Konoha.
Still in awe, Kousuke could do nothing else but nod.
"Are you injured Haruno-san?"
"N-no."
"What about your child?" Itachi indicated to the bundle in his arms. Kousuke looked at him in confusion.
"Child? What chil-" paling dramatically as memories of recent events tumbled back to him, his attention snapped to the bundle to find two vibrant and very familliar green eyes staring at him. "Aah!" in shock he suddenly let go of her and let her fall to the ground. Itachi's eyes immediately narrowed as he dashed to catch the baby. Holding the baby protectively, he frowned at the man who staggered back as if he had just seen a ghost. The man started mumbling incohorently, Itachi neared him cautiously as he strained to hear him.
Not far from Konoha, a beam of light shot up into the sky and expanded before vanishing completely. Both Itachi and Kousuke attention snapped to it as it brighten the night.
Kousuke's eyes widened in realization.
"Oh god, what have I done." he whispered. "Ayame...I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
Itachi stared suspiciously at him and at where the strange light had been. Glancing down at the child, he found glassy eyes that appear to know what had happened.
"My daughter." looking at the man who reached out to the bundle, Itachi debated whether or not it was safe to give her to him. "Please give her to me." he pleaded hoarsely. "She the only thing that I have left from her! Please!"
Slowly, Itachi carefully handed the bundle over to a pair of shaking hands.
"Our daughter...she'll grow up as beautiful as you, Ayame. But she won't become like you." Kousuke smiled weakly at his daughter. "Isn't she beautiful?" he asked, showing her to Itachi.
Looking at the baby, Itachi found that not only does she have an unusual shade of green eyes, she had pink hair. Not one for cooing over a baby or anything at all, he changed the subject.
"What's her name, Haruno-san?"
"Her name? It's-" A piece of fond memory flashed briefly before his eyes, he smiled wistfully.
"-Sakura. Haruno Sakura."
Fifteen Years Later
"STOP!"
A few more crashes and screams rang through the chilly night's air. Sleepy neighbours switched on their lights and peeked out from their windows in curiosity with a ting of fear. In a house where the commotion came from, a eighteen year old girl huddled in a safe corner and sobbed. There was another girl, who bathed in blood with a kunai in hand, slouched against the blood splattered wall for support.
She stared at the corpse in front of her; it was hard to believe that the corpse was once her father. Looking at her bloodied hands and her kunai, she felt no remorse, perhaps a pang of satisfaction and relieve instead. She felt the corners of her lips tucked upwards. Gently, she ran her free hand through her pink hair, tainting it with even more blood, and stumbled towards the girl in the corner.
"It's alright now neechan, he's dead. He won't hurt you anymore, I'll protect you." the pink haired girl comforted and embraced her before falling into unconsciousness.
The brunette, still crying embraced the unconscious girl back, waiting for anyone to take them away from their house, away from the corpse. Wanting to forget everything, her father, the screams and the horrible glint that was in her sister's eyes.
"What will happen now Sakura-chan?" she asked softly as drifted off into slumber in her sister's arms.
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AN: Well that's the prologue redone! Hope you liked it. I'm sorry if you don't like the way how I presented Itachi as a seven years old. He can't be that emotionless at that age, can he? Just so you know, the baby Sakura was two years old.