A/N:A million thankyou to Dear Sophee~ SapphireRivulet

In order not to ruin the mood at the end I will post all I have to say at the front.

I worked very hard and planned on this story, please RandR.

Huh, I guess I dont have much to say after all...

Oh, if anyone can guess the plot based on this crappy prologue I will be very surprised.

PROLOGUE

3 Years After the Fouth Shinobi War

"Kakashi is dying."

In the forest, the copy ninja's three pupils went still as Pakkun, Kakashi's ninja hound, painfully presented the news.

His final wishes were for Naruto to go on and be the next Hokage.

Two simple messages, that sent the three of them to hell.

They were in a dense forest. Beyond the trees was a cliff.

Sakura breathed heavily, and leaned back against a tree trunk. Her brow was drenched with sweat. Her breath was coming in short, staccato gasps. Naruto stood beside her, his heart thumping with panic, his face smeared with blood and dirt.

Kabuto, who watched from afar, laughed sadistically.

"Hokage-Sama," Kabuto yelled out tauntingly. "What will you do? What will you choose?"

Naruto snarled at Kabuto, before he turned towards Sakura. "Sakura-Chan, can you stand? Sakura-Chan, please, please, please don't give up on me now. Please… Please..."

Sakura watched as the tears swelled up in Naruto's cerulean eyes. Memory; it's such a powerful thing. Who knew that there could be so much emotion, so much love hidden in a few simple words?

She raised her hand, and wiped away his tears. He whimpered in fear and resentment.

"Baka..." She said gently, and found that every syllable was hard to pronounce. "Don't... Cry. Go... Live your dream... Be Hokage..."

"I can't leave you here, Sakura-Chan! I can't do this! How can I be Hokage if I can't even save my friend?" He yelled, shivering with anger.

'Stupid, stupid Naruto,' Sakura thought as she closed her eyes and smiled fondly at her memories of him. 'Always so dumb, so blunt... There isn't a single crook or twist in his mind. He's like fire: A living, breathing, ball of warmth. '

Perhaps that was why she loved sunshine so much.

Pakkun started to plead again. "Naruto-San, I advise that you go back to the village as soon as possible. Konoha is under immediate threat, there are lives at stake..."

Kabuto's laughter echoed throughout the forest.

Sakura coughed violently, and to the Naruto's horror, blood smeared across her hands as she tried to hide it.

"Sakura-Ch-"

"Get out of my way."

Naruto looked back, and saw Sasuke standing behind him.

Sakura's vision was blurred, but she recognised Sasuke's outline and smiled softly. He didn't desert her after all.

She was only nineteen years old, but she would never live to see twenty.

Fate had been so cruel to her. Throughout her life, fate had forced her to love this man. But that man was destined for revenge.

He was a curse placed upon her. She was a curse placed upon him.

She wondered if, when he showed her mercy above others, it was a sign of kindness and affection. Or was it only another way to manipulate her?

"Baka, go back to your God damn village now. And take care of the trash for me in the future," Sasuke said in a monotone, jerking his thumb back at Kabuto.

Naruto narrowed his eyes at Sasuke. "Will you take care of Sakura-Chan?"

Sasuke sneered. "Of course. She's my wife."

These words seemed so far away, like a beautiful dream; a broken fantasy.

"Naruto, I'll be fine," Sakura reassured softly.

Naruto growled in anger as he summoned a messenger frog and asked it to transport him back to the village.

Kabuto laughed again, "Sasuke-kun… Pick her and you are de-a-a-a-a-d…"

Sasuke ignored him, and instead stepped up to Sakura, who was having trouble sitting up. She stabled herself, but her body was becoming limp.

She wished that she could see his face more clearly one last time. See the face of the boy she had loved all her life.

Sasuke picked her up in the gentlest of ways, and smoothed her messy hair back from her eyes.

"Didn't you say... You'd... Leave me here to rot?" Sakura asked, smiling gently, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Stop talking," he ordered in a soft voice, his face the image of pure agony. His heart was being ripped to pieces from seeing her, once again, on the verge of death.

Why was fate so cruel to her? She was always walking the thin line of life and death over and over. Life had tortured her so much, and it was driving him towards insanity.

She grabbed onto his robe, and leaned her head against his chest. "Sasuke-kun..." Sakura whispered. "I...I... I'm so tired... Of everything..."

The sky was howling in pain.

It was raining.