Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor the characters of the franchise!

I've written this story when I was fourteen years old. A year later I'm picking it back up and finishing it, and publishing where it belongs. Enjoy this Fanfiction, all reviews are welcome!

In only seconds, her life crumbled before her eyes. Deep in the breeze, her tears shown. She believed that she has grown ever since he left before her eyes. Now she wasn't so sure of herself. Her boiled confidence steamed until it vanished, and her stance became small. Haruno Sakura was sure in this moment she didn't know herself.

"Sasuke, define a sin," she murmured as he continued walking away, out of earshot. "Is it the child she's having?"

He continued walking.

"Is it Karin and the child?" She repeated, anger shaking her voice.

Her chin raised in defiance, releasing sweltering anger that fought against the chilled breeze. His figure was almost going, wandering away. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take watching him leave again, alone where no one was around. The sun was covered by the clouds, the sky an ashen white. Eventually, it will rain. She could go with him, but she wouldn't. Not while she is alive and her child is well.

He believed she was foolish enough to not know. She is a medic. She knows.

This was her last chance to catch him before he drifted away. Her heart sped into hammering beats as she ran after him, a foot after the other. The wind grew into an intimidating push, stinging her eyes and faltering her stride.

But she had to keep going.

"Sasuke!"

It must have been the wind. No, it couldn't have been. Her eyes couldn't have fooled her. She witnessed him vanish amongst the Gates of Konoha. Along with it, her heart froze in pain and the world around her strained from its color. Plastered grays and blank whites, her vision quaking. She felt her breath crumple and dissolve in her lungs. Was…this a jutsu? Konoha disappeared before her eyes. The buildings softened into sand, the sky warped to sleet, and the people became illusions.

She couldn't run.

Stranded on the ground, nobody in sight, nor Konoha, she reached out to Sasuke.

One last time.

The taste of metallic stained her breath. A slow motion of twitching trailed up her throat, sliding near her ear.

"Get off!" She yelped, smacking the jeweled insect away from her.

Her eyes left the skittering bug to focus on the charred ground.

"Konoha…this isn't…."

She closed her eyes and inhaled. No sandalwood fragrance, no lingering scent of hung wet laundry, not a single whiff of merchant food or the static smell from the electricity wires. There were harsh pangs of carrion, undertones of woodsmoke and notes of briny perspiration that packed the brackish air. Sakura picked up on the sounds of the lingering whisper of wind and the distant cackling of the trees. After her sensory investigation, she raised slowly. She brushed the fresh ash that clung to the back of her legs and rubbed the rough indents on her elbows from the pressure of the uneven ground. Her green eyes scanned the area.

Small, thin trees you could wrap your hand around like bamboo. High and sinister, forcing shinobis to rely on genjutsu or result in their deaths. The Usui Woods. Sakura followed the hissing, tracing the sound to result in some kind of life. The surroundings were an ashen gray, the sky's white light weaving down onto her. She forced down her shivers and confusion, needing to focus to find out where she was.

"Kai!" She shouted, but nothing happened.

Thus, she continued, already feeling sapped of her will. As she followed the sounds, something crossed her mind. The Usui Woods was on the outskirts of Konoha, right outside of the gates. Yet, the woods now waswere the outcome of the destruction of the Usui Woods; to rebuild the trees there and make Konoha look less daunting. Yet, where she was from, the trees were fully grown and large…because they were planted 115 years ago when Usui Woods was destroyed.

Sakura's fear grew in the matter of seconds.

She kept sprinting until the sounds raged. The hissing was the blazing fragments of fire scattered amongst trees. Her eyes widened while she skipped back. She grasped a kunai from her pack and continued her excursion.

Keep quiet, she thought. Someone is here close…fighting.

Sakura continued weaving through the trees, glancing above her at the gleaming white lights. She was finally getting somewhere, because she saw the distant smoke grow and the sounds of people. Shaking, she slowed her pace. There was nowhere to hide.

"Help…" A small plead shifted through the trees…a plead that contained the voice of a child.

Sakura swallowed, stiffening her posture. Bice eyes, calculating and penetrative, riffed through the area. A dark figure was cowered on the ground. He was wearing ceramic armor and holding his hand close to his stomach. Immediately, she rushed to his side. Whether that was a mistake or not will be determined soon.

He tilted his head back, teeth held together as he withheld the horrid pain. She analyzed the dark wound that shattered his chest armor and was left gaping on his stomach.

"I'm going to heal you," she assured, suppressing her own nervousness.

Sakura settled his back on a branch. She reached inside her medic bag and pulled a cloth from it.

"Can you hold this down for me?" She asked, managing a smile.

He looked down, breaths rasped and his eyes glassy when he opened them. From what she could tell, he was very young, barely 17 maybe. The armor he wore was ancient, far back from her time. She continued to heal him, blue light illuminating above his torso. When his breaths evened, she asked questions.

"What's your name?"

"…Tasaki," he rasped.

"Tasaki, why are you here?"

He opened his eyes to look at her. She choked on her breath. "There is a battle here…many are hurt but we are in the lead."

"Okay…stay here." Sakura stood, planning her next step.

"But, I must fight."

"No. Your injury is still healing. Fighting will only reopen the wound…stay here."

As she began running, she couldn't help but reimagine those eyes. Blistering red, peppered black…the Sharingan. The implications were threading itself together. Sakura scanned the bodies around her for life but found nothing. Soon, she did find more shinobi clad in armor: the staggering red and bulky armor and also simple beige robes with minimal black armor. Two sides of ninja.

Before she moved to heal the next victim, a spout of fire roused under her. Quickly, she leaped and held to one of the thin trees before she was trapped in the fire. Her legs were suspended above her while she held onto the bending tree, using all of her upper body strength to hold herself until she evaded away from the hidden attack.

"That was close," she murmured before continuing.

She crawled down to another shinobi, this time in beige. His size was small, and his features were young. Too young.

"I'm here to help you," she urged, stress nerving her.

There were figures she saw beyond the smoke, running. She grabbed the young boy carefully and lifted him to a safer place. He was quiet, body shaking and sweat dampening his collar. He was in shock. Burn wounds and a fractured arm.

"Can you tell me your age?"

"…Nine."

"Nine?"

"I'm tired," he murmured, "I wanna go home."

"You'll go home soon, okay? Stay here and close your eyes."

"Okay."

He was a Hyuuga. Sakura continued to heal victims and collect her conclusions. The Uchiha and Hyuuga must be fighting a battle over a century ago was her conclusion. But…where did she fit? Why was she here? How was she here? Konoha hasn't even been built yet. Was this all an illusion itself? She remembered seeing Sasuke leave, and now she was thrown into a situation of battle. How could this had happen?

Unfortunately, questions had to wait, because she was spotted.

She locked her eyes with his. His hair was dark, swept to reveal a deep red eye. It was cautious but withholding against her. She became stiff and entranced under it. There were many meters between them, but she still cautiously averted her gaze down to the dark robe and high collar. He didn't bear armor, only a sword and traditional clothing of a shinobi. His dark hair encompassed his shoulders and back in feathered movements…and those red eyes couldn't be mistaken.

Was he…Madara Uchiha?

Sakura shuddered, raising from her patients surrounding her in the midst of the trees. It was him. Along with Madara, another man dressed like him stared at her, too. She identified him as Izuna. How could she be surrounded by people who lived a century ago? People who created Konoha? Why were the Hyuuga and Uchiha fighting here?

She backed away, then turned suddenly to heal more patients…and escape his eyes. She didn't make it far. Immediately, she was surrounded by shinobi. Hyuugas. Their silver eyes plastered and swarmed over her. She couldn't move.

"Get away from me," she hissed.

Rapidly, she was caught by her wrist. The man before her pressed his thumb down on her wrist, numbing her whole arm and dropping her weapon. With a few short jabs to her torso and thighs, she couldn't move.

"I'm a medic! I healed your people!"

"You have also healed the Uchiha. How could that be trusted?" He frowned in discontent, strays of long hair loosely falling over his eyes.

With a short glance to his comrade, he said, "Take her."

No, Sakura shook under his hold, but was too numb to move.

She was being carried away form the battle on swift feet, prisoner. She leaned her neck, looking for help, looking for anybody's eyes. Those eyes. They reminded her of the man that left her, but saved her so many times.

But this time, nothing could save her now. She would have to fight this on her own.