It was a twist of fate, or another case of the Council stepping in where unwanted. When Fugaku met with his wife to discuss the turn of events, her words echoed his to Tsunade down to the tone, "is it true then?"

"I do not know, but her hair is pink, the girl was sleeping, but I can only assume her eyes are green." More quietly and with disappointment lacing his voice he added, "and it appears Tsunade, has accepted the girl's fate."

"What of Sasuke!? Of Itachi!?" Mikoto was expressing the thoughts he went through at the sight of the infant, but unlike him, she was unashamedly showing her concern. Since Madara's failed revolt, his family had been considered traitors. The Uchiha had since been pushed to the sidelines of politics, slowly they began to rise again. However, the prejudice was still there. Which is why when Tsunade announced her pregnancy, he went to her immediately. He had managed to convince her that if she had a girl, the girl should marry one of his sons. The contract had been signed, on her sixth month of pregnancy.

The marriage would have placed the peace treaty on stable ground, protected all the Uchiha, but more importantly to them, their sons. "They can't just claim the girl to be the Goddess of Spring, there is not proof of it, they can't just take her title like that! Was it Tsunade herself that claimed it?"

"No, it was the Council." Fugaku could feel his anger rise at the thought of the Council.

"That just proves the Council found out about the agreement before they were meant to, they are simply interfering. We can still fight their decision."

"It is not that simple, as Tsunade was so willing to remind me, we have no proof she isn't a goddess. She fits the description of the goddess, and for the Council its good enough logic. Besides, tomorrow it will be announced. Not only has the girl lost her birthright, but she has also lost her name. She will now be Sakura. By the end of the week she will be living in her temple."

"She has been on this earth two days!" Mikoto's reaction was one of shock and horror, as a mother she couldn't imagine being separated from her baby so suddenly.

"Tsunade has resigned herself, I urged her to fight this, but under the circumstances, it would be blasphemy for the girl to not go to the temple. The news of the goddess being born has already been spread. The people would never stand for it if she wasn't in the temple." Sighing, he looked at his wife, who seemed as crestfallen as he felt after a few minutes of silence he announced," the Senju line now ends with Tsunade. We will find nothing there. You know how the Council has always felt about Tsunade, she has always been too strong for their liking. They are using this to remove her from power, and place someone weaker."

They had both been so relieved when it was announced Tsunade had given birth to a girl, now their exhaustion, frustration, and helplessness were back full force without anything to slow them down. "Mikoto, our only choice now, is our last resort. Sasuke will marry the Uzumaki girl. That girl is now closer to the throne than Tsunade's child will ever be. She is being raised alongside Kushina and Minato's son, the boy who will one day be King." Fugaku couldn't hide the disdain in his voice even if he tried. "We can only hope, that will be enough."

Mikoto was silent, her thoughts written in her eyes, the apprehension and disgust of the possibility. There was a reason this was a last resort, neither of them had wished to walk down this path. The girl may be raised alongside the now future King; however, it was with little want from Kushina and Minato. The girl was Orochimaru's ward, and while no evidence had ever been found against him, the man was a snake that cared little for hiding his scales. "Can we discuss this at a later time? I wish to visit Tsunade, and you have to take Itachi to his training." There was a spark in her eyes, one he was choosing to ignore.

"Mikoto, I don't think Tsunade wants company at the moment, even Shizune was nowhere in sight when I spoke to her."

"A mother should never be alone when mourning their child." Was her simple well knowing response. He had nothing left to inform his wife of, he hugged his wife goodbye letting her know she could stay by Tsunade's side as long she felt she needed too. She simply said, "I've never needed your permission before, why would I need it now?" With that he knew it didn't matter what he thought, Mikoto was going to do as she wished. He decided then, he would not let her go at this alone.

"I'll see you when I see you then," he hesitated before adding, "be careful, convincing Tsunade will only be seen in a negative light." They lived in dangerous times, where knowing each other the way they did, was an advantage. In a world that hated them, understanding one another the way they did was an advantage like no other. They both went their separate ways for the day, Mikoto to convince their Queen to fight, and Fugaku to convince other clan heads to stand with their Queen.

A/N: not really sure what this is, just an idea that wouldn't leave me... but like I said beginnings is about potential multi chapter fics... I guess since I know I should be able to work on Timely properly soon, I am really in the mood for writing...

and because someone asked, yes Sasuke sent his father a lovely picture on Valentine's day. I also wrote how it happened, and Fugaku's reaction, but I really liked the idea of it starting with a confused Kizashi more than starting with a scarred Fugaku or an embarrassed Sasuke... I felt like I had to address that in case there was any confusion... a line from what I had with the one that began with Sasuke's,

Sasuke didn't feel like anything he may have done in his past life warranted this Karma, he was a good person in this life. His only sin was premarital sex, and really that was more Sakura's fault then his. So in reality, she should have been the one to screw up, not him, he was a pure person, a good soul, sure he gave in to his girlfriend on just about anything, but her eyes. Just thinking about her eyes made him forget his predicament, that was, until his phone began to vibrate, announcing a call from his father.

I had two different starts before I came up with the one I shared.