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Authoress' Notes: Its official. I can't survive without internet.

They Say that Sunrise is Hope

The world plunged into chaos the moment the Fourth Great Ninja War started. Villages scrambled for alliances with whichever village they think was stronger, the food supply ran dangerously low as villages panickedly stored food, the economy plunged into a deep depression, people grew hungry, children starved and most were pushed training as shinobis as forces started to diminish…

Konoha wasn't any different.

"Fetch me a bag of type A blood on the double!" The pink haired woman barked at the scrambling nurses. Her eyes were green aged by the war a little bit too fast. People were dying left and right, enemy and comrade; there was no time for childhood even before the war started.

"Haruno-san! There's no more type A blood!" The nurse beside her exclaimed after coming out of the storage room.

Viridian eyes turned into slits as she regarded the young woman in front of her. The nurse couldn't be older than twenty, with eyes so wide and uniform so pristine, not a drop of blood staining the clothes.

"You are an A aren't you, Mizimami-san?"

It was near sunset when he was captured. His blonde hair choppedly cut, lacerations all over his body; some were deep some were shallow, broken hands, broken legs, broken person. It couldn't have been a challenge to capture him in such a state, he wasn't able to fight and when Sakura caught a glimpse of his eye, she pondered on the thought that maybe he didn't want to anymore.

"What do you want to do to him?" A voice asked, a bit gruff followed by a deep cough.

Sakura wanted to ask back; Why are you asking me this? Why do we even took him in? Why does the war seemed to prolong everyday? Why am I alive? Why are you? Why is he? She had so many questions but it wasn't given to life, none of them, except one.

"Why are you asking me this?"

In the darkness of the underground room, she could still see in her mind's eyes the scars on the man's face, scars that she once feared as a child but now welcomed because of their familiarity, because even a little it reminds her of who she was.

Perhaps he didn't know why either, so he repeats his question and she leaves.

The rusty jail door creaked as she closed them behind her. The screams and the pleads in her mind were muted if only for a second before they came back more powerful than before.

She cannot see him in the dark but knew that he was there. Broken like her.

"Why are you here, un?" His voice was gruff because of his dry mouth and he coughed because of his puncture lung.

"Why are you?" She asked back as she stepped closer to his form.

People didn't talk when she left the room empty of life and bore a child, they didn't know, nor will they ever understand.

Neither knew the answer to the other's question, but in truth, whatever the other had to offer –willingly or not- they took, they covet because the sun was rising and it was another day.

Authoress' notes: Woah, first time I tried this style…gotta say I like it but it couldve been better. Anyways, review!