The Imperial Uchiha Princess
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto just the plot to my story
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Chapter 4
He didn't know how many months had passed as he, Sakura and Izuna trained relentlessly with each other. Sakura had grown to tolerate Izuna to a certain extent, something that Madara greatly appreciated. However Izuna by far didn't share his sentiments. Sakura's taijutsu was nothing short of exceptional Madara suspected and was proven right on numerous occassions. He couldn't be more proud of her than at that particular moment in time. However, his younger brother couldn't be anymore jealous than right at those moments always trying to one up the pinkette.
But Sakura was hardly phased at all by her youngest older brother's insecurities. If he was feeling insecure when compared to her, his younger sister. The one who got absolutely no training except frm his brother, or so he thought. She was still meeting up with her white-haired sensei who she could not let go of no matter how many times the older woman told her to be less attach. Lately she has been feeling like things around her was soon about to fall apart.
And oooh it did...First it started with the death of Izuna, by the hands of none other than Tobirama Senju. To say that Sakura hardly felt anything would be an understatement. She didn't feel anything at all and people noticed, some even started whispering behind her back, said that she was heartless, that she didn't care. Truth be told they were right, every single one of them, and that's what made it so hard for her. She felt nothing for her brother nor for her father. You could say it was based on the way she was brought up mostly isolated from her father and her brother who dreamed to follow in his father's footsteps.
Madara had changed drastically after loosing Izuna, he had gone so far as to cut off his friendship with Hashirama. He trained relentlessly day in and day out since the funeral. Sakura tried to approach him and asked him if they could train, his reply was that he was busy. Her father had been moody and distant shutting out everyone in his life, going to so far to make her mother feel hopeless that her family was falling apart, with a daughter who didn't care, a son who was drowning himself in vegeance and a husband who didn't want anything to do with anybody besides clan business.
There was a soft wrap on the bedroom door causing the Uchiha matriarch's head to perk up.
"Mama... Are you in there?" The pinkette called out softly, her voice as meek as ever.
"Come in sweetheart. Did you need something?" She asked lovingly like only a mother could.
"No..." Her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at her broken down mother.
"Then what is it darling?" Sarada's eyes showing concern.
"I-I... I w-wanted to s-say that I'm s-so sorry Mama. Sorry f-for not being there for you when Izuna died. I'm sorry for n-not caring that he did. Mama I-I'm s-sorry for disappointing you. I'm just sorry Mama!" She cried into her mother's shoulder burying her tears in her clothes. She cried for the first time in how many years? She couldn't remember she lost track of when last she cried, when she got rid of that weak little girl who nobody really wantd in their lives.
"Oh my darling child! Listen to me Sakura my dear, I'm not mad at you so there is no need to apologise for soemthing that you can't control. Not everybody can express their feelings and you just have it worst than most my sweetheart. It's nothing to be ashamd of you sweet child. I'll always love you my darling and that's a promise, no matter how you express your feelings..." She whispered into her crown of carnation hair as she rubbed her back soothingly, like only a loving mother could do.
"Thank you Mama... I love you. I just wanted you to know even though I didn't really care for Izuna much I am sorry that he died, and I didn't mean to hurt you.." She whispered into her shoulder, her body stopped convulsing because of the tears. They sat like that for a while until the sunset and they both fell asleep on the bed.
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Harutoura woke up in the dark void again, he looked around him but saw no one, not a person or thing in sight.
"I told you to take care of the princess... But yet you continued to neglect her..." Awhispered voice passed by his ear like the wind. He spun around attempting to activate his sharingan, but it felt like someone shot a bullet through his head. He collapsed on to his knees from the sheer force of the pain shooting sharply through his head like an arrow.
"Now you are loosing things that you hold most dear... I hate to see who you'd lose next if you continue to neglect the princess." And with that said he was pushed out of the dark landscape.
He woke up in his office sprawled on the floor ike a rag sat up groaning and massaged his head."Just what the fuck happened..." He mutteredgetting up to drink his tea to find tat he was cold. the Uchiha patriarch was becoming increasingly frustrated and threw the cup acrossthe room, his magenkyou sharingan activated. There was a soft wrap on his door.
"Come in." he commanded. A mop of pink hair stuck through the tiny gap that was created between the door and the door frame. Harutoura groaned inwardly cursing his luck. Just what did that littl runt want with him now?
"Mama said it's time for dinner..." She said meekly not wanting to incur her father's wrath. He just hned letting her know that he understood and that she should leave because he didn't want to see her. He held the cup mid-way to his lips... rewinding back to his first oddo occurence. This princess that he was ssuppose to protect had pink hair and green eyes. She looked a lot like.. Sakura! She couldn't be this princess that he is suppose to protect - could she? Harutoura shook his head rid of the ridiculous idea and left his study to have dinner with the rest of his family.
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Three months had passed since that ill-fated day of Izuna's death, Sakura had been training more relentlessly than ever. She would not let what happened to Izuna consume her brother's soul and fill it with foul longings of revenge ridden thoughts. So she had to get stronger, stronger than what she was now. That's why she had to train from dusk till dawn, relentlessly, never giving up! That was her ninja way, to never give up! Just like... Naruto!
A hazy picture appeared in her mind of a blonde haired and blue eyes male who was six feet tall and dashing! Kami-sama my head... She groaned and fell unconcious from the pain that was induced by long lost memories.
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"Sakura-chan...?" She felt someone shaking her shoulder trying to wake her from her slumber. Where am I? She wondered, feeling groggy.
"SIlly child... You're in the realm of the undead." She knew that voice... It sounded so suspiciously familiar... She opened her viridian eyes and spotted long white hair. Wait a second.. long white hair... familiar voice... Sensei!
"What's going on sensei? Why am I here? I'm not dead... Wait a second.. Why are you here?!" She asked suspiciously, last she checked her sensei wasn't dead... and neither was she! Just what the hell is going on here?
"This is a place where there is no time... My home..." Sakura looked into the vast expansion of the white void and saw notihing except for her sensei. This was all too confusing for her to comprehend.
"I don't understand why I am here though... what does this have to do with me?"She inquired, her brain reeling.
"All your qustions will be answered in due time." With that said she tapped Sakura's forehead and released her memories as easiky as swatting a fly off of her forehead. The memories followed in rapid succession.
She found herself in a clearing with a stand named Ichiraku Ramen. She saw next a bedroom decorated with shades of red and pink. Felt the sensation of her being tucked into bed and a warm kiss on her forehead.
Contentment.
The bell test. Guy with chicken ass hair stuck in the ground. Goofy Blond with cerulan eyes. Grey haired man that reads porn in front of childen.
Walking up a tree with chakra.
Waking up on a bench at midnight with a broken heart, rejection wrenched deep in her heart and soul but still filled with the determination to do better.
Reviving a dead fish. A blonde haired woman with a diamond on her forehead.
Fingers coated with green chakra.
Her home in ruins. She weeped, but fought.
Scent of deer and forest. Smelled like home where her heart no longer belonged.
blood. Red. Hot. Sticky. War-zone. Bodies everywhere.
Naruto... Kakashi... Tsunade-shishou... Mina, gomen nasai.
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