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Notes: I can't believe someone actually said they couldn't believe I put a cliffhanger right at the best part of the story. Hello, my screen name is DEMONIC in origin! And a cliffhanger isn't much good if you don't cause people to rip out their hair, swear violently, and curse you and your entire family with voodoo dolls.
Now, here's the best part...I'M NOT LETTING YOU KNOW IF THE PUNCH LANDS YET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...ok, I admit, that was a bit much.

Chapter 2: Sakura

She had just turned sixteen a few days before when the morning sickness began. Even she, a certified medic trained by Tsunade herself, didn't think much of it till Tsunade pulled her aside. That morning her life changed, and eight months after that it changed even more. Naruto had been a wreck, constantly questioning whether he would be a good father. He was, for a while. Their son had three years of happiness, and parents who loved him and each other...before it ended.
As her fist flew at Naruto, she remembered that day when she woke up to find herself wrapped tight by a snake, Orochimaru standing over her. He had simply looked at her, no real emotion in his eyes. Even when her Insane Strength tore the snake apart, just before Naruto burst through the wall, there was nothing in those eyes. She remembered them now, how they weren't empty, or hollow, or cold...there had simply been nothing there. Just two eyes, staring at her.
Their son's cries and the sound of a Chidori followed, yet try as she did Orochimaru vanished before she could get near him. Naruto landed where he had been standing, a gaping hole in his side, already healing in a furry of red chakra. Her eyes turned to Sasuke, holding her son, and at that moment she knew hate as no man ever could. This was the hate of a mother whose child was being taken before her eyes, a hate so powerful that it froze Sasuke for a moment, and there was fear in his Sharingan eyes for the briefest of times. Then he too was gone, and so was her son.
She raged, she cried, she begged the gods for her son, begged Naruto to bring him back. He and every ANBU and Hunter of Konoha, Suna, and even the Rock joined the search. Yet all that was ever found was the orange scarf Naruto had given to his son on his second birthday, blood soaked and torn.
Her rage paled in comparison to Naruto's, which was that of a Greater Demon. The Western Wall still bore the scars of his immense outburst of chakra, and the rage that nearly took him over when he returned and was given the scarf. She saw it now, tied to his right arm, still soaked with the dried blood of their son.
Naruto had been banished soon after, his power terrifying the villagers and the Council more than the thought of Orochimaru having free reign to enter their village and steal their children. Such power was something no shinobi should ever have, not even a grieving father perfectly justified in his pain. In fear and haste the village voted to banish him...and in her grief, she blamed Naruto for failing to bring back their son, just like he failed to bring back Sasuke. She had cast the deciding vote. She abandoned him. She gave up long before he did. Twice had she lost someone she loved to Orochimaru. No...three times now. She had lost Naruto a long time ago...and she would loose him again.
If only...

Part 2 up for my people. Next up, Naruto's thoughts. And yes, I know this is short, but her fist is flying at Naruto's heart...of course it has to be short! Sakura's the Hokage now, her speed is incredible!