A/N: For the purpose of this fanfic, Madara died a little later (some months before the Kyuubi attack). The first part will be told in 1,000-2,000 word drabbles. It won't be until after she graduates that the word count will get significantly larger only because it will be a notable amount of information to be covered and I don't want this to be a hundred chapters long.

Summary: He was a legend–strong, driven and commanding. It would only be right that she would share those same attributes. What are you to do when you were born with so much ambition, yet you lack the abilities that you once had–that once made you powerful. Simple. You become a legend in your own right. In which Haruno Sakura is Madara's Reincarnation (BAMF Sakura, AU, Reincarnation)

The night was calm, an unsettling and yet peaceful calm that blanketed the land. It seemed as though the wind sensed the change, and the trees waited with bated breath for something to happen. Death with its black cloak and sharpened sickle paused that night. It too sensed the change, feeling paralyzed by the unknown force.

Deep in a intricate and willowy cave, a gangly figure rested on a worn throne of slabs. Their once regal form collapsed, but they tried to look as composed as they could, choosing to face death head on and unfearing.

"Madara-sama. Is it time?" A figure appeared in front of the throne, its face obscured by a mask and the high collar of its cloak. Although their face couldn't be seen, the concern was clearly heard.

The man in question opened his worn eyes, acceptance flashed through them. "It seems as though I've fought off death as long as I could. I was not meant to live this long, and now death has come to take me." He harshly sighed. "After tonight you will have to carry on the mission alone, Obito."

Obito took off his mask, allowing his scared face to be seen. "Thank you for all that you've done and taught me. Without you I don't know what I would have done." He approached the man.

Madara scoffed. "You owe no one thanks." He rasped. "You did it on your own. Don't cheapen your success by attributing it to someone else." He closed his eyes and leaned back to rest his head, before continuing.

"I've never had children. Besides the village and the clan, I've never thought much about what other legacies to leave behind. It brings me peace to know that my legacy will live within you… You weren't taught without reason. I've invested time and energy on you so that you could see that the plan is completed."

Obito's face was set in determination. "It will. I will make sure of it."

Madara continued. "I only wish that I could have lived long enough to see my plan in motion." His raspy voice weezed. "The eye of the moon plan is our only hope at peace. It will bring upon a new world where no one dies and no one has to fight. A place where we all can live happily."

"Yes a world where we can live without worry with our loved ones." Obito's voice was soft in memory and imagination of the future.

Madara noticed the change, and he paused as if contemplating what to say. "I'm not one for regrets, but my biggest regret is not fighting hard enough for that peace. The wars between the villages, the countless of innocent people's lives needlessly taken, could have been avoided."

He then stood up with as much strength as he could muster. "I once had hope for this world." He started walking, dragging the tree-like appendages protruding from his back behind him. "That hope caused me to build a village with a man who I once thought of as a friend, not thinking of the dangers I was putting my own clansmen in. That hope blinded me causing me to lose my dream, my family, and my honor. Hope is a dangerous thing."

Obito watched as he walked towards the middle of the room, the moonlight from the skylight casting an ethereal glow on him.

"Tell me Obito. Tell me that no matter what happens you will do all you can for this world. That you will follow the plan so that savages like those who killed your beloved won't continue in the new world."

Obito gritted his teeth at the reminder of his own lose and failure.

Madara turned his gaze to the large tree, the one that was keeping him alive and the one that would be important for the continuing of their plan. "It will be a long and lonely road filled with people who won't understand you, but in the end it's the only choice. You will be calling for a better world for everyone."

"Yes I will allow nothing to get in my way." Obito agreed.

Madara gave him one last look.

Tearing of flesh echo loudly through the cave as Madara removed the tendrils of his life support. With the sudden drain, he sagged against the tree. Obito was quick to his side, placing him comfortably upright.

Madara shuddered with sudden coldness and turned towards the frowning face of his only companion–and only family.

"Remember the plan." He told Obito.

"Remember your pain." He reminded him, his voice fading in strength.

"Remember that this is for the future." He whispered.

He shakily turned his eyes upwards towards the sky, getting one last look at the moon. He was unsure what fate he would meet in the afterlife, but he would gladly pay the toll to only see his dream come alive.

"A world of eternal peace." He mumbled before his eyes shut one last time.

Unknowingly at that moment a woman was deep in labor in the village of Konoha. Her husband and the doctors were doing all they could to calm the frantic and in pain soon-to-be mother. Her cries echoed the hospital hallway. The suddenness of the labor catching them off guard leaving them unable to give the crying mom any notable pain medications.

So she laid there in agony, tightly gripping her husband's hand as the nurses and doctors prepared to delivered the baby.

At the crescendo of her cries, another softer voice soon joined. It's high pitched cry blanketing the room as it's tiny body squirmed within the arms of the nurse. They tended to the baby as its cries died down, and finally handed it to its parents.

The mother shakily took hold of the infant, embracing it closely, and cooed at its soft pink tuff on top of its head.

The child's eyes slowly opened, and for a brief moment recognition hit. Its intelligent eyes taking in the surroundings before closing in exhaustion. The Haruno's thought nothing about the sudden awareness of the infant and instead chose the time to comfort the new addition to their family.

Deep in the night, marked the death of a misguided legend and the birth of a providential child. Both taking their last and first breath at the same time.

A/N: Just so you know, death is only a figurative personification in this fic. Its presence is to add a sense of foreboding. Death will not be approached as interactive character, but rather used as a literary device to invoke imagery, symbolism, and/or allegory.