The Imperial Uchiha Princess
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto just the plot of my story
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Chapter 1
"Naruto-kun I'm sorry." She said as she coughed up blood her chest feeling restricted.
"TSUNADE-BAACHAN... Save her... you got to save her..." That was the last she heard of her blond haired teammate as the life left her body.
"Harutoura isn't she beautiful?" Sarada asked her husband, her body exhausted from labour. At the sound of her mother's voice Sakura cracked open a tiny emerald eye.
"A pink haired Uchiha." His left brow slightly twitching as he scrunched up his nose.
"Yes Harutoura a pink haired Uchiha." She said sternly. Her arms wrapped protectively around her daughter's tiny frame.
"She is not my daughter. No Uchiha has such features." He said firmly and flatly, clearly displaying his displeasure at the newborn's exotic features. He narrowed his eyes at the carnation haired bundle in his wife's arms. With that said he left the room abruptly.
"Don't worry my darling Sakura he will come to love you in due time. He can just be a stubborn thick-headed red blooded male." Sarada kissed her daughter's forehead lovingly.
"Sleep well my darling. Always remember that no matter what mother always loves you." She said as fell asleep Sakura carefully wrapped in her embrace oblivious to the world outside.
All the while nobody saw the creature lurking in the corner of the room.
Soon hime... soon. It said as it faded into the background.
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"Madara-oni-sama." A little voice squealed as she caught sight of her eldest brother. A blur of pink darted across the field and straight into one Madara Uchiha. Before he could react short chubby arms had already attached themselves to his waist.
"Imouto-chan what are you doing out here by yourself. It's very dangerous." He sighed. His sister knew no bounds when it came to safety almost giving their poor mother a heart attack on more than one occasion.
"I know oni-sama but Tou-san is being mean again." She said, crocodile tears forming in her eyes. Madara sighed internally, and here begin the water works again. He honestly wondered why his own father couldn't treat Sakura like she is his daughter and that idiot of a brother of his just follows his father's every step. Not caring a single bit how they broke the little girl's heart.
"Come on Imouto-chan let's go home or else kaa-san is going get very upset if we're late for dinner again." He soon realized that his words fell on deaf ears as his sister was fast asleep curled around his feet. He shook his head and smiled at her. Scooping the pinkette up into his arms he went home knowing full well that his mother was going to scold his sister for making her perfectly stark white dress dirty. In the meantime, the pinkette was snoring away gently in her elder brother's arms.
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One week later it was Sakura's second birthday. No birthday present in the world would mean more to her than her father's acknowledgement. As the war grew her father's patience with her slowly began to dwindle.
"Tou-san when are you going to start training me?" Sakura stared at her father with hope filled eyes as she clenched her hands behind her back in agitation.
"Child how many time do I have to tell you that I am not your father and that I shall not train you." He did sternly re-enforcing his words with every bit of anger he felt for being interrupted.
"Hai Uchiha-sama." She said bowing her head respectfully letting her bangs veil her face as she struggled to keep her voice from trembling. As soon as her father too his eyes off of her she darted out the room and straight to find her favourite brother. She didn't look where she was going and ran straight into the second person she tries to avoid at all costs on a daily basis.
Izuna.
"Watch where you're going." He sneered at her. Sakura just tried to shove past him and keep on moving the tears already free falling from her face.
"What Uchiha cries. Just as useless as one of those damn Senju." He muttered under his breath.
That did it. She hated him. Hated them both.
She stopped dead in her tracts and spun on her heals.
"I am not useless. I am your sister. I am an Uchiha and you'll do well to remember that Izuna-oni-san." She spat out his name like it was poison on her tongue as she glared at her brother. Her body vibrated with anger and hatred of being mistreated. Izuna stood still rooted to his spot, staring at his sister who never spoke back to anyone.
"The sharingan. Impossible." He said as he stared at her. Her eyes were glowing red and black as the tomoe was spinning. She spun around and ran out leaving Izuna standing there dumbstruck for the world to see.
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Sakura plopped down by the root of her favourite tree in Uchiha compound in the middle of the forest. She sat there sulking and crying. She eventually got up and began hitting the tree with her bare fist unconsciously leaking her chakra into every hit the tree took. By the time she had finished her venting she had bloodied knuckles and an abused tree.
"Good grief child what have they done to you." The woman who was watching her stepped out of hiding. Her silver hair tied back neatly. Sakura stood tensed, her guard never lowered as she stared at the woman, more like angel.
"Who are you?" She asked her voice trembling slightly.
"Relax young one. I am not going to hurt you. I'm merely here to offer you the training that you seek." She said gently reaching her hand out slowly to the startled pinkette.
"Why would you want to train me? Nobody wants to train me." She whispered her voice almost blending in with the wind.
"...And the kami's leave me to deal with their messes." The woman muttered.
"What?" Sakura asked curiously wondering what the woman was muttering about.
"Nothing young one." She said smiling.
"My name is not young one, it's Uchiha Sakura." She said looking at her with defiant viridian orbs.
"Such a spit fire of a child. Fine, I shall call you by your name as you wish Sakura-chan." The woman teased her. Her long white hair was blowing in her face.
"Let's begin." The smirk on her face made Sakura wonder what the hell she signed up for.