Hi everybody so i am a beta reader for a good friend of mine IRL and he has been making this Naruto Fanfiction which i will be posting on this website for him as well but if you truly would do me a honest favor...Go to his AO3 and give him support there as well here is the link and i will be posting it in every chapter. unfortunately you'll have to condence it add periods because FANFICTION
archiveofourown org /works/45730315/chapters/115081648
Summary:
One whose sight was destroyed, One whose clan and history was shattered, and One who must claw and bite her way out of a nightmare. This the story of the three of them ended up falling for each other. How they became a Thrupple and ended up with kids.
How sight is over-rated, a family is better than a clan, and how sometimes nightmares are scared of you.
Notes:
1. I sadly do not own Naruto, otherwise I would be very wealthy.
2. This is a loose re-writing of another story I wrote a few years ago "A Blind boy and his Buggy Girlfriend". Frankly put I actually just got back to a good mental state and have once more found my passion for writing. So until I think I have an idea for an actual book you'll all have to suffer me learning how to write. So please, enjoy the story and commenting on any of the simple mistakes that I'm sure are littered throughout. I intend to try and keep a chapter posted roughly every other week but I won't guarantee that schedule due to the fact that I work full time and I also try to stream when I can. I'm honestly really impressed I got this out before Litha.
Chapter 1: The night that started everything
Chapter Text (7:22 PM Saturday) Naruto
Scrabble over the alleyway fence, dodge the cleaver, and land on the balls of your feet. Take two steps left to miss the overweight man jumping over after you, swap the pork from my right arm to my left and use my new free hand to push off hard on the brick wall right before I run into it. I don't hear the scream, I don't see the flash of light as the kunai is slashed across my face. I only leaned back on instinct, not knowing what I was trying to dodge. I felt myself fall, seeing only black and red in a mixing and swirling pattern I would quickly grow accustomed too.
When I awoke it was hard to tell, there was a buzzing sound in my ears. It took me a few moments before I realized it wasn't buzzing at all but instead a rather jarring amount of machines all beeping and whirring to do their jobs. I tried to open my eyes only to find they already were open, the only thing in my field of vision was an inky blackness that seemed to stretch on for eternity marred only by splotches and streaks of an ever moving red paint. After what felt like an eternity I finally learnt more about where I was. The smell of antiseptic, the background noise of people in pain, and the overwhelming feeling of despair. I was in the hospital, and considering I couldn't see anything didn't bode well for me. I had begun to count the seconds, then minutes, finally counting hours as well; 2 hours 17 minutes and 33 seconds after I woke up I heard the door open and 2 pairs of feet walk into the room. I turned my head to them, ignoring the odd crick in my neck from staring directly up. "What time is it?" My voice is odd to my ears, I almost don't recognize it.
"Oh Naruto my boy, I'm so sorry" I could hear the pain in this man's voice. The smell of tobacco overpowering the antiseptic for just a moment. I let my head dip back down, trying my best to smile but knowing it didn't come out right.
"What's the time Old Man?" I can hear the ruffle of fabric, and the click of metal. His pocket watch being opened and getting stuck on the faulty clasp like it always does.
"It's 11:16 PM, I was only alerted you were here after you cleared surgery" I wasn't expecting surgery, though it made sense. Despite how much the average villager hated me, the Shinobi of the village always wanted me in peak condition. The hospitals spared no expense and I didn't pay a yen.
"Old man… I have the feeling this night is a lot worse than either of us realize." I didn't know it yet, no one could have known. Tonight was the start of something horrible and incredible, something that would change the world as we knew it. It's not all my story to tell though, time for you *see* things from a new perspective and man I hope you like blind puns.
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(10:15 PM Saturday) Sasuke
No one could have known the nightmare that was going on in real life. I wasn't awake for most of it, not until people started screaming. I was up and out of bed before I realized, already moving for the window to see what was going on. People were running, some stumbling as they tried desperately to get away, all from the growing pile of dead bodies. I stood there stunned and horrified watching as the person I looked up to the most, my older brother, slaughtered people. Justus lit the night sky as bright as though it were day, throwing stars and kunai dancing through the air as they found purchase into the fleeing civilians of the clan. I'm not sure how long I was watching, something broke my window glass scratching up my face and arms but I couldn't bring myself to move more than looking down to find the head of my father. By the time I looked back up ANBU arrived, he was on the back foot and retreating.
Everything felt numb, and I didn't realize I was moving. I was outside, moving towards people on the ground with Mom's first aid kit. It was a blur, but I saved people. Some would never walk again, others merely taking years to recover but they lived. My hands were coated with blood by the time the emergency responders arrived and one gently pulled me away. Hours later, dawn started to peer over the horizon. The second largest clan in konohagakure, surpassed only by the Hyūga, according to the census at the time had almost 1,700 men women and children. In one night it was brought to its very knees with a whopping total of 76 people left. 44 children including myself, 24 elderly and civilians, and 8 Shinobi. I wasn't privy to the conversations between the adults, nor did I care much that they eventually planned to train me as clan head. One thought rang true in my head, I had to become strong enough to match him. So that one day I could find him, and face him as an equal and ask "why". That's the story of how my journey started. I'll pass the pen over, time for you to learn about the last member of the family.
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(6PM Saturday) Sakura
Looking back on it, my problems back when we were kids seem almost small in co- [ow… Sasuke just told me to stop belittling my problems, stupid mandatory mental health appointments.]
Something had felt wrong the whole day, dad was quiet at breakfast and mom was cooking. They'd been fighting, that much was clear even to me at 11, I had just had my birthday about 2 weeks ago. School was done, and mom had given me some money to do a bit of shopping on my way home. Opening the door the house felt tense, the bag of canned goods heavy in my arms. I could hear voices in the kitchen, one I didn't know and my mom's. I could see dad's shadow in the light, his arms were crossed and his posture rigid. The door closed behind me with an audible click, and I could hear my mother's voice now loud enough for me to hear.
"Sakura dear, go freshen up and then join us here in the kitchen alright?" I set the groceries down, moving to do as I was told. In the bathroom I found a blue frilly dress that seemed to be almost see through if it was pulled taught. Slipping it on after a brief moment to wash my face and arms, as well as applying a bit of makeup, I drifted to the kitchen. Sitting at the table dad's arms were crossed and he looked tense, he was wearing his old Chunin uniform, a cup of tea sitting forgotten in front of him. Mom and an older gentleman I didn't recognize sat side by side chatting like old friends. I took a seat at the open chair, with a small bow.
"Mother, Father, Guest. I've returned home. It is nice to meet you sir." He gave a smile that didn't feel right on his face, his eyes seeming to rake over me. Moms smile is tight but overly gleeful. His hair was a salt and pepper gray showing he was likely in his 50s or 60s. The robes he wore were a fine silk, the kind my mom's family business sold.
"Sakura darling, this is Advisor Jeng; an advisor to the Fire Daimyo. He came here to meet you and talk about a betrothal contract." I didn't know what that word meant, didn't know the horror that I should be spiraling into. I didn't understand the nightmare that my life was just barely a step away from sliding into, thankfully my father did. His fist slammed on the table, hard enough to crack the antique from moms family. His face was a pinched white color, his knuckles popping in their grip.
"I've enrolled her in the Shinobi academy." Moms face turned a bright angry red, her voice hissed.
"How dare you, this is a time honored tradition in my family. I am so sorry-" she didn't get the chance to finish her platitudes as Jeng chuckled, shaking his head.
"It is of no consequence, kunoichi drop out all the time. We can still draft the betrothal contract," he takes the moment to look over me once more breaking the eye contact with mom as he bends down a bit to be more on eye level with me, "If you for whatever reason get dropped from the academy or Shinobi program before hitting civilian adulthood, then you'll marry me. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" Dad and mom seemed to swap colors, dad becoming an angry red and mom's complexion becoming a bit of a pinched white as I could see her debating it before she finally nodded.
"Yes I do think that's for the best, dear, why don't you take Sakura out for a treat while me and Sir Jeng discuss business" he nods stiffly, standing up, hard and, fast enough that his chair slams into the wall making the wooden back creak dangerously. A twitch of his hand had me following behind his delayed pace, the prosthetic leg clunking out the door. We didn't talk for a while, not until we had stopped at a shaved ice shop. I was sitting down with raspberry and dad had lime. He looks tired, eating slowly.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I did what I could for you." I frowned, and tried to clean up my face a bit, not really caring as I ruined the dress by wiping my face on it, getting a chuckle out of him.
"Did I do something wrong dad?" He shakes his head, rubbing his eyes.
"Your mom wishes to follow a tradition of marrying the daughters off to powerful men…. Men who will abuse you." Now I understood, my world shaking at its very core.
"But, why… why would mom do that?" He seemed to age 20 years before my eyes.
"I don't know sweetheart," he puts a hand on my shoulder making eye contact with me, "but I do know this, you can't fail at becoming a kunoichi. It's your one and only chance at escaping this, and having your own life." I nod, trying to blink away my tears. I didn't fully understand, but I also didn't need to because I understood enough. Becoming a kunoichi was something I had to do, not for my nation's honor, or a dozen other things. Because I didn't have a choice. That was the start of my story, a story that you'll soon find out spiraled out of control.
