The world around me was first observed as crazy warped dimension. The warped part of my perception was however, due to the fact that I was dodging. Black knives- kunai - were being thrown at me from every direction.
I'd wait for at least ten seconds before another was thrown. Each kunai with increasing accuracy.
Then I land on a piece of terrain far too rough for my usual expectations when moving and I stagger. No longer was there a kunai following me, but three spinning ninja stars that threatened to end my life.
I instinctively catch one of the fallen knives they failed to hit me with and block it with the knife. No, more like I redirect it in his path. It doesn't hit him, but someone behind him who's wearing a brown vest. It looked like a bullet proof vest if it were leather.
"It's probably not leather." I whispered to myself as the knife sinks itself into the vest but doesn't pierce the woman wearing it.
The crowd, about two or three ninjas, now stopped and stared at me in shock. Wait, ninjas?
Over to my left, right, and center were all red cloaked ninjas with brown and dark brown vests who were twice my size. At least, that was before a rain of fireballs eliminates every single. . . enemy surrounding me.
A war. . . I was starting to recall memories I never made. Angry villagers, war, a lover. . . reincarnation? And there, standing in front of me, was Sasuke Uchiha.
I immediately knew who this was, despite never meeting him, and I charge him like I was planning to do the other shinobi in my way. His gaze was cast downward on a body clothed in orange garment, but he instantly grabs my chakra coated fist and yanks it.
"W-woah!" He sends me tumbling and I instinctively form the hand signs for the shadow clone jutsu.
I feel the chakra my body once had quickly drain away from me as a pale summon is shoved out, and I see black.
THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS AREN'T WRITTEN IN BOOKS. YOU HAVE TO LEARN THEM BY EXPERIENCING THEM YOURSELF. -Sakura Haruno"Your child is just like you!" I yelled at Sasuke while he walked out of the house. He stops in his tracks, just like I wanted him to. But. . . it's not how I wanted him to.
"What do you mean?" He asks critically, still facing the door. "What do you mean just like me?"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know!"
He walks out of the house, leaving no trace that he ever actually returned.
Sasuke probably walked out because he knew he was entitled to no information on our child.
After all, he had avoided her since she was conceived.
"I never should have wrote to you!" I kick the couch in a fit of anger and it inches slightly away from its original spot.
It was much easier to let out my range without focusing my chakra into it, it helped release my stress more.
If I had never wrote to him about my baby's birth, would he have even known? Would he have even cared? Of course not, he doesn't even care now. All I wanted was the perfect life after the war, after all this "ninja" stuff!
Not even the perfect life, just a normal one. No, a fairytale one. Not perfect, but utterly delightful in subtle ways, was that too much to ask for? All I wanted was to be a kid again when I accepted Sasuke's marriage proposal.
Most of my child like fantasies were dented when I went through the chuunin exams, and destroyed during my time with Tsunade and in the past two wars, but once again I fell into the same trap younger me fell into when she was a third my age.
Speaking of child, I get up from my fetal position and walk into the kitchen. I noticed the lights were on and saw Sarada eating that new food. . . a quick ulterior to instant ramen. I think it was . . .
Macaroni?
It got real popular during the war. That damned war, it ruined everything. If it weren't for Sasuke being hailed a war hero, he'd be with me no doubt. If everything stayed peaceful he'd be at home!
I walk to my room and dream about my not so perfect fairytale.
"Goodnight Mother."