Accidents Chapter 11- What Memories Could Hold

" W-who, who are you?"

Sakura trembled as her rescuer looked down at her, his ink black eye looking over her small face. He smiled, or so she thought, as his eye shut and he chuckled.

" Don't worry, you're safe now," he said low and she couldn't help but smile, feeling safety wash over her. He looked considerably older, maybe 22, but he had a strange aura around him that didn't match his age. He looked younger than she would have thought at first glance, now looking over his jovial facial features. He had the eyes of someone young, she thought.

" Please, what's your name mister?"

" My name? Well, I couldn't tell you that," a grunt from the attacker adverted her hero's eyes from her and to the dark figure gripping his blood covered arm, " go help you're friend over there while I handle this, okay?"

She nodded fearfully as he set her down and made his way over to Mr. Uchiha. She couldn't help but feel some pull towards the man that had rescued her. He seemed soo familiar and yet… she didn't know what it was, maybe it was his shocking appearance, his hair so vibrant much like her own. Or maybe it was the surge of thankfulness to god for sending her and angel to save her and Sasuke.

Whatever it was, she was indebted to him. She staggered up from the ground and ran the few feet to Sasuke who sat in the ground, holding his arm. She knelt beside him and looked at his arm. It was broken definitely, as it hung limp at his side.

" Sasuke, are you alright?"

" I'm fine Sakura, but who is that man who saved you?" Sakura glanced over at the silver haired man staring down Sasuke's father. He seemed awfully calm up against a man almost twice his age. And an Uchiha at that. She suddenly felt scared for her savior.

" I-I don't know…" she whispered as she watched two exchange harsh words, Mr. Uchiha pulling the shuriken roughly from his bloodied hand.

" I don't know who you think you are, punk, but either way, I will kill those children, even if it means killing you along with them," he growled, his menacing eyes a deep scarlet. The strange ninja laughed and pulled his hitai-ate from his left eye, revealing a shocking red orb with a scar etched down the center of the eyelids.

Sakura gasped and fell to her bottom beside Sasuke, shocked at the man's strange eye. Sasuke watched, baffled at how the man could have his families bloodline trait. He had never seen this man before, so how was it he was an Uchiha. But the fact he had only one Sharingan eye left Sasuke even more confused.

" Y-you!"

Mr. Uchiha stumbled backwards, the deep red eye of the man before his captivating him.

" H-how can you still be alive, I-I thought, after Obito…"

" Not quite old man, it's a gift and I intend to use it well. I take it that boy," his head jerked in Sasuke and Sakura's direction, " is your son, and the girl is Mrs. Haruno's young daughter. You intended to slaughter them all, didn't you, and make it seem like your older son's fault."

" H-how do you know such things?"

" After your son went missing a couple weeks back, you lost your head. He went in league with Sound and ever since you heard, you were looking for revenge on disgracing your family name. You were going to pose as him, weren't you? Kill off your entire family for his scandal. You knew Black Ops would hunt him down and destroy him."

" You! You're in on it! You and my son! I knew it, I knew it…"

He stumbled around, a maniacal grin on his face, chanting and sweating, his eyes darting quickly about. He stalked over the ground like a wounded animal, his face pale and sick. His wide eyes scanned the rooftops before he stopped in his tracks.

" No! NO! Don't come any close! NOO!"

As soon as his voice died, Mr. Uchiha collapsed to the ground, his breathe coming in shallow gulps, his face glimmering with sweat. Sasuke leapt up and ran to his father, stopping short a few feet away to approach slowly.

" Father? … Father, please answer me… FATHER!"

Sakura's hand gripped Sasuke's and she watched mournfully as Sasuke wept, watching his father's still body lay in the dirt. His hand clenched around hers painfully and she pulled her hand away roughly.

" Sasuke, you're hu.." " SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP SAKURA!"

She gasped and took a step back, watching the emotions surface to his face. His teeth gritted, his tears falling hard from his narrowed eyes. He turned his head to the silver haired man and his hand formed a fist.

" YOU KILLED MY FATHER!"

Sasuke lunged at the man, only to have his arm twisted behind his back suddenly and forced down into the dirt. His nose filled with dust and he coughed as his face lay in the earth, his arm clamped behind him. Sakura watched fearfully as her once rescuer held Sasuke pinned to the ground.

" Now listen here boy, your father isn't dead, he's poisoned. My shuriken was lined with it and now it's in your father's blood. I'm taking him to the ANBU infirmary. You are not to interfere in anyway, understand. I will have someone get you two and take you somewhere safe so stay put."

Sasuke growled and he was released quickly, the silver haired man already hoisting Mr. Uchiha's body off the ground and over his shoulder.

" Like I said, stay here. Or else."

With that, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and Sakura sat down, exhausted and weak. He mother was dead… her father, she had no idea what became of him. She was alone… terribly alone. She sniffed as her eyes began to sting, tears welling up in her green eyes.

" WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

Her voice echoed among the surrounding buildings and she fell her her knees, her grimy and torn dress billowed out over her legs. She wiped at her eyes fretfully, waiting for her hero to return, but he was gone. Like everyone else she loved…

Sakura woke with a start, her face beaded with hot sweat, her body shaking and trembling. Nightmare….only a nightmare, she told herself over and over as her livid eyes scanned the dark room. Her chest heaved painfully and she leaned forward and buried her face in her hands as she sobbed fitfully.

' Why am I having this dream again!' her inner voice screamed, the images flashing behind her eyes. A mysterious man she now knows as Kakashi, a younger Sasuke with a heart of gold… What did it all mean?

" Sakura?"

Sakura lifted her tear stained face to see Kakashi walk over to her and sit beside her on the bed. His fingers lifted her bangs and swept them neatly behind her ear, wiping at the tears that ran down her cheeks.

" Having that dream again, eh?"

She nodded and sniffed, using her sheets to wipe her wet face.

" I want to know what it means Kakashi. I'm sick of seeing my mother's murder over and over… and you. You were my angel. You saved me Kakashi. Is this supposed to mean something?"

Kakashi chuckled and Sakura smiled weakly as he pulled her into his ebrace.

" It means nothing. They were just memories that haunt you. You'll always have visions of things that leave imprints on your life. I do all the time. But they seldom ever mean anything. I think you're going to be fine," he consoled her, kissing her forehead to soothe her.

" I know, I just can't help but worry," she whispered as she looked out the window at the darkening sky, rain clouds threatening them overhead with thunder and lightning.

Author Notes:

GAWD this was a pain in the ass. At first I didn't know where I was going with this chapter, but I eventually found the flow and went with it. So anyways, anticlimactic, I know. But I promise something drastic will happen soo! Anyways, keep an eye open I'ma try to have these chapters out a lot more often, promise!