It was proven time after time that for shinobi death and life were only an illusion, nothing was permanent even if you wished it were so.

Indra remembered the moment he had gained peace for the first time in his existence, peace gained after he had died, drifting in out of the void between perishing and existing. He had watched down on the people of the world with hooded eyes, their problems nothing to concern him. It was a tranquil way to be, so when such a time of being was ripped out from underneath him, pushing and chaining him back into the mortal confinements of a human body he couldn't control the damning rage that swept through him.

Indra had destroyed anything in sight and near him, damning those who had done him wrong, his body moving as fluidly as the day of his death so long ago. He hadn't been the only one brought back, one after another the dead were coming back to life. Each just as angry as the last; after a lifetime full of death and war they had found a place of peace and serenity, only for selfish living to rip it out of their grasp by bringing them back to life.

He remembered his younger brother, just another dead brought back to life, trying to stop him out of his rage. Asura, desperate in his need to stop his brother from destroying the an entire half of Konohagakure. They had exchanged heavy handed blows, Asura trying to stop the older brother he so desperately looked up to; it had been futile, Indra refused to stop his pursuit of angry revenge.

It had taken moments before Asura had been able wear his brother down, moments for Indra to take his brother down and stop the fight he had started. Indra had expected another daring soul to jump into the fray so quickly, hadn't expected the shrill cry of rage and a hit to the face that took him across the clearing and into a lumbering mountain on the other side. Indra had had his fair share of hits but he had never experienced his body coming feet off the ground and sailing through the air. When Indra had gained enough sense back to him he had expected to see a large man, or at least a man, standing in the place of his attacker.

Imagine his surprise when he saw a tiny female standing in place, fist clenched as she looked down her nose at him in contempt. Indra was surprised at fluttering of his heart, surprised at the excited shiver that wracked his body just by being the sole attention of the girls expressive eyes. "Indra Ōtsutsuki your rage is justified but I will not sit by and watch you destroy the home I fight for."

She hadn't screamed or shouted, merely raised her voice a bit, and even at the yards she had punched him through he heard every word clear. "Fight for?" Sure he had felt the strength in her body, seen the intelligence in her eyes, but he couldn't believe such a small woman would fight.

"I am kunoichi," she stated with a proud smile that made Indra's heart beat, "I'm also one of Konoha's best medics." Her hands begun to glow with an enchanting green light that, a light Indra would soon find out didn't even begin to hint at the real strength located inside her tiny and lethal body.

"What's your name?"

"Haruno Sakura."

A/N: this was for diamondluver67, sorry it took so long to get out. i'll try and catch up within the next couple days, hopefully it works. i planned on this oneshot being rated m, but i couldn't find away to take it there and i don't what to waste time trying to rewrite it. if anyone wants to read a indrasakura oneshot, rated m, written by me i'll try and post one soon.