Not a memory, but a life.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A/Ns: Hi fellow readers and writers alike. Here's my version of how Naruto's mother and father died. I was half-asleep at the time, dreaming of Kyuubi till I changed my dream abit. Gradually I came up with Sera and how she died. Totally original! Please R&R!
Uzumaki Sera stared out the window, boring holes into the morning skies. The sky blue had a eery feeling and if Sera didn't know any better, she'd leave it to her raging hormones.
She placed a hand on her stomach. Her baby girl was due any day now.
A masculine hand joined hers and Sera glanced up into her husband's eyes, smiling at his cheerful grin.
"Morning, honey." Sera said, quietly.
"Morning, beautiful!" He replied, grinning from ear to ear, "How are we, today?"
Sera laughed, "Wonderful, and how are you, Arashi?"
"I'm really happy, now that I know how my two princesses are!" Arashi exclaimed, his smile growing impossibly wider.
Sera kissed him. "That's good," She said, smiling. Slowly, she dragged her gaze from her husband and turned back towards her window. Arashi followed her gaze and looked at at the peaceful Konoha, just waking up to start everyday life.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The Yondaime asked, already knowing Sera's answer.
Sera simply nodded, inwardly frowning. Something was wrong about today.
She just knew it.
Yeah, so that's chapter 1 for ya'll. Enjoy, and until next time.
Laters!