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Sakura knew death. She knew it quite well. She had witnessed it first hand, as a kunoichi. Then as a medic training under Tsunade Senju.

She had witnessed a war.

She's ripped spine's from enemies body, punched creators in the ground, mutilated heads to be so unrecognizable even she found it almost nauseating to see.

She watched her husband die. Then her daughter. Then Naruto, and Ino. All of Rookie Nine. Nobody but her remained. Ironic. The first thing Tsunade had drilled into her mind.

The medic was always the last one standing.

That is, until there was nobody left to heal. Nobody left to fight. Nobody left to stop her, as she gripped her kunai and ran it against her throat.

A fitting end, for Sakura Haruno.


"Why isn't my child crying!" Lysa Stark yelled.

Emotions filtered through the woman's face. Rage, fear, sorrow. Her child wasn't making a sound. The Maester was no help in calming her beating heart, as he carried the babe further away from her view. Towards her husband, Benjen Stark. Whose face betrayed more then any words could.

"No-" Lysa bellowed, her wail echoing around the chamber.

Benjen stepped back, his head hanging low. Face casted by a shadow of grief. And the heart inside her chest broke, crumbling to little pieces.

"Sorrows, Lady Stark." The Maester began. Turning around to face the distraught woman. His body covering the deceased babe.

"It seems the umbilical cord had constricted around the infants throat, suffocating her. There isn't anything to do about incidents such as these." The Maester explains solemnly.

Lysa covers her mouth with her hand, as tears fall from her eyes and down her cheeks. "A girl?" Lady Stark sobs in question.

"We'll hold a proper burial for her, Lysa." Benjen speaks for the first time, drawing his wife's attention to him.

There isn't much to be said between the two, as Lord Stark moves to his lovers side. His hand finding the weak one of Lysa's, interlocking their fingers.

"Tell my boys." She murmurs, her eyes finding her husbands. "Rickon will be old enough to understand.. to mourn. Bennard-" Her voice fails her at the mention of her youngest son.

But she finds the strengh to continue. "Bennard should know he would have had a sister."

Her husband nods, and stands. "I will tell them, love." He whispers reassuringly, before leaving the room. Lysa's ladies-in-waiting fret over her, as the Maester gathers the deceased babe in his arms to begin preparations for the burial.

But all of the keep are privy to the heart-wrenching sobs of Lady Stark. And the news that hung over their heads, the death of the little Stark babe.


The first thing Sakura remembers after gaining consciousness, is the cold. It wrecks through her body, even as her mind unconsciously channels the heat of her chakra- but it does not seem to come to fruit.

She sucks in a breath of cold air, her heart beating uncontrollably. And as she blinks her eyes open, she notices the empty branches of trees, the dull colored sky shrouded by rain clouds. When Sakura tries to turn her head, she finds herself unable to control the muscles littering her neck, as it flops against the warm furs beneath her head.

It's then that Sakura notices the rather giant woman beside her. Her face covered in black, see-through mesh. Pretty grey jewels littered her collarbone, nothing like she's ever seen.

'This can't be the afterlife. This all feels too real' She thinks.

Sakura had died, slicing her neck open beside the deathbed of her husband and daughter. She was supposed to wake up in the after life with them by her side. With Naruto, and Ino. Her parents.

'This isn't fair.' She wants to scream, but her words come out in a high-pitched shrill. Shocking the woman beside her, whose painfully-wide eyes stare down upon her. The emotions all too real, all too familiar to her own.

Despite the words that echo around her, Sakura does not stop her wails. Even as the woman from before tries to coo soft, reassuring words. Or as large hands rock her gently. She does not cease until her vision dots with black, and her body falls limp.


"A miracle." The Maester utters. Staring at the babe that was huddle into Lord Starks arms. Breathing soundly. Alive.

"By the old gods, our daughter has been blessed with life." Lysa musters up, her hands coming around to pull her two boys against her side. Fingers running through their brown hair soothingly.

"A name, my wife." Benjen says, turning his body to face her. Cradling the babe like she could disapear any moment.

Lysa blinks as the processes her Lord Husbands words. She had yet to name a single one of their children. Rickon and Bennard had been names chosen by Benjen himself. Now Lysa found herself tearing up at such a vulnerable offer.

"Sarisa, Sarisa Stark." She murmurs after some thought.

Benjen nods. "Sarisa Stark. A fitting name." He says.

As news spread around the keep. From the servants, to the guards. Not stopping as tables from the common folk filled with tales about Sarisa Stark. Given life beneath the Weirwood tree.

A babe who had been considered dead for nearly two days, alive and healthy.

An good omen.

That House Stark would be fortunate this winter, and many winters to come.