Once again I would like to thank people who took some time to review, it warms my heart to see people like my story^^ I do hope you will enjoy the following chaptet as well!
To my anonymous reviewer: Yeah I know, but Sakura has had time to get used to it, because this takes place after she was turned by Madara, and after she tried to kill herself, I am getting there. Believe me she was crushed^^ Oh! And I always liked MadaraX Sakura stores because I like him as someone with dry humour, and sarcastic, so that's why he likes to taunt Sakura^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
It all started on a beautiful morning.
She had woken up early as usual, deciding to go and train while she could still do it in peace, since her Mother had taken upon herself to harass her about her upcoming wedding, and all the (unnecessary in her opinion) preparatives that came with it.
So on this fine morning, as the warm hue of dawn was still present in the sky, she had gone out, and started her usual practice…
Until the sound of a horse going through the royal gates at top speed had shattered the peaceful atmosphere.
She had rushed back to the Castle, where she had found the most alarming sight she could have come across.
Her Father's face was grim, and serious, something that was never a good omen.
Her Mother's pale features were almost ghostly, and the few wrinkles she had always done her best to hide were as proeminent as ever, an evidence the regal woman was as worried as her Husband, if not more.
A dozen of Generals were present, among them she recognised her uncle, as well as Nara Shikaku who had brought his son, Shikamaru, one of her long time friend, even though their first meeting had been quite unsettling to say the least, considering she had been a 15 year old teenager who held a personnal grudge against men, and he, a 17 year old boy who thought all women were nothing but troublesome.
Nethertheless the young man had proved to be quite the genius…well when he felt like being one anyway, but his opinion was not requested unless it was a dire situation…
His presence at the meeting only served to reinforce her rising distress.
But the last straw had definitely been her fiance, who had been called as well, and was already dressed in his fighting armor, his normaly gentle face a mirror reflecting his determination and aggravation. When their eyes had met the sorrow and pain hiding in those onyx orbs had her take a step back.
It was as though he had known something nobody else did.
The Messenger told them that the North of the Kingdom had been completely overtaken by ennemy forces, that the damage inflicted upon the villages there were terrible. Men as well as children were slaughtered, women were raped then either killed or enslaved, houses were burnt until they were nothing more than ravaged wood.
And amidst this hellish picture, a single flag was noticeable…
A black one with a large white and red fan in the center.
They all knew there was only one clan that could be responsible for this tragic invasion.
The Uchiha Clan and their leader Madara.
She had heard of him, he was an arrogant and ruthless man who wanted power, and had always been nothing but resentfull towards her Father Hashirama. He was also known to be an excellent warrior, devilshly handsome and charismatic. However his notoriety also resided in the cruelty he and his troops displayed during battles. This invasion was only another stain to add to their record.
Sakura shivered remembering his particular moment of the meeting. Everyone had been so silent, it had been almost deafening.
And for the first time in her life, she had been scared, terrified even.
Terrified that tomorrow she would wake up, and discover her perfect world was no more.
Wake up to find out an Uchiha fan dangling in front of her window instead of the usual Senju flag.
But it couldn't be right? Afterall her Father had many allies who wouldn't hesitate to come to his rescue should he found himself in a perilious situation right? Nara, Yamanaka, Akimichi, Sarutobi…
"Yes." She had thought, it was impossible for them to be defeated; any men who would try to fight the fearless knights on this Land would be crushed…
"If only I had known" the landless princess thought sadly.
Because her Father's army could defeat anyforces…
As long as it came to Human ones.
They all took off for the battefield two days later. She had wanted to go with them but the fact remain that she was the sole Heir, and in spite of her strong desire to fight alongside her lover and Father, the latter wished for her to continue to rule the Kingdom with her Mother while he was away.
She had protested at first, but then a look at the faces that she loved the most and she had immediately calmed down.
They did not want her to be harmed in any shape or form during a battle, because in the chaos of the battlefield no one would be able to protect her should she need it. Neither Izuna, nor her Father had been ready to put her life so recklessly on the line, prefering her to stay safe in the protective walls of the Senju Castle.
So she had respected their wishes, and comforted her Mother, whose legs had given out on her as soon as her beloved husband could not see her anymore.
Looking back she probably would have prefered going with them and getting to die an "honorable" death fighting alongside her loved ones to protect her beloved Kingdom, rather than being stuck in this world serving as an entertainement to the Monster who killed her entire family and destroyed her Land. She unfortunately could not go back in time, but if it were possible she swore she would have gone and told her Father to shove it and accept her decision.
Waiting for news, she remembered, had been the worst, no one knew what was happening, they had no way to know either, they could have been crushed in one day and no one would have known.
The answer came in the form of a bloody messenger, and Sakura had almost wished for the uncertainty to come back.
He told them that Hashirama's troops had been defeated in a week, there were no survivors. He described the ennemy as inhuman, in his mind there was no way they could have been prepared for what they had to fight. Her Father had tried to salvage some of his soldiers by going to fight Madara alone, but he was massacred as well. And Izuna…well no one had known what had happened to him, but he people had thought he was simply killed in battle and that his body had been burnt after. Her emerald eyes narrowed in rage at that, "Yeah, right…that was a good one" she told herself.
From that point on everything went downhill.
They had been told to flee, but it was impossible for too many reasons.
After learning her husband's death, her Mother fell ill, and had been getting weaker and weaker each day, a trip would simply kill her.
Sakura herself had been completely crushed, she did not eat more than a few fruits no matter how much servants had been coaxing her to. No one knew who she was anymore; she had been a shadow of her past self.
The villagers tried to flee the kingdom, but it was not an option, it was encircled, North, South, East or West, there was not a part of the Land that was not infested by some of those Uchiha parasites as she had begun to call them.
They had no where to run. Once again they were froced to wait. Wait for the Apocalypse to befall on them.
And it came.
There were no more than a hundred, but they did as much damage as an entire army.
They entered the Castle, wrecking havoc and creating chaos.
She could still hear the screams, children whose head were sliced off, women who were brutally raped…
Fire, everywhere, the flames devouring houses and corpses, the scent of burnt wood and flesh reaching her nostrils and making her nauseous.
She had stayed by her Mother's side, refusing to move even as some of the most loyal servants plead with her to come with them. But she had been numb and defeated, unmoving, as if already dead.
Even as her worst enemy entered the room, a triumphal smirk on his sinful lips and his armor tainted by her loved one's blood…she had stayed put.
And now, she hated herself for it. Because had she been more attentive, she could have killed herself before he even had the chance to deflower her in such an inhuman way.
At the word inhuman, she bitterly chuckled.
Of course he was not human, and had she known she would have thought twice before slicing her veins and letting herself bleed all over the floor.
The beast had bloody smelled it, and had promptly rushed to her side, like a Prince Charming, except he was anything but that and did not hesitate to bind her to him by turning her into…this bloddthirtsy, disgusting creature, .him.
"Just like him…" she thought. "How disgusting. As if he hadn't humiliated me enough, he needed to make me despise my own self as well!"
"But then again" she wondered "Why couldn't I make the most of it? Afterall…now we are equals…"
"Yeah…I am going to put that curse he gave me to good use" at that thought a smirk made its way on her angelic face.
The only thing she was not aware of…
Was how similar to Madara's it was.