Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Shinobi: The Next Generation ❯ Sakura's Story ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Well, konnichiwa!….Again. PLEASE READ MY STORY! This is chapter 2, and yes, I do know Sasuke runs away, and will probably never marry Sakura, but then again, this is a fanfic, so I can do anything I want…..MUWHAHAHA!!!

No, If I owned Naruto, would I be writing this?

Shinobi: The Next Generation

Chapter 2- Sakura's Story

The Famous Uchiha Sasuke, and his equally famous wife, Haruno Sakura, were now proud parents of a 15 year-old grandson, Takashiand a 2 year-old granddaughter named, to Sakura's surprise and delight, Sakura for her pink haired grandmother. She was a dark haired girl with a solemn personality, more like Sasuke than Sakura. Takashi had light brown hair and bright green eyes, greatly contrasting with Sakura's black ones. Takashi was an upstanding member of the clan, not near as good as Itachi, or even Sasuke had been, but still better than most. A few years after his jounin exam, Aran, Takashi's best friend was killed during a mission to th grass village. Takashi grew estranged from his family, ignoring his little sister, and the rest of them. A few weeks after Sakura's fourth birthday, she walked home from a shruiken lesson with Haru, the streets unsually quiet for that time of day. She walked into the building, shivering in the frigid air. “Mom! I'm home! Mom?”, her words echoed back at her. A scream reverberated through the hallway, chilling her blood. Sakura ran down the long hallway to her parents' room, black eyes wide with fear. She threw the door open, slamming it hard into the wall. Her parents were slumped on the floor next to her grandparents, each covered in blood with kunai through their hearts. “Funny, isn't it? There was nothing they could have done, just like Aran. No one lifted a finger to help him, just like no one lifted a finger to help them.” Takashi was sitting on the bed, examining a bloody kunai he had pulled out of his mother's chest. “You bastard!” Sakura grabbed the kunai her grandfather had given her for her third birthday and ran at him. Takashi easily knocked it out of her hand,and twisted her arm behind her back in one deft move. “Sakura, you're just too slow! You're never going to become a kunoichi if you can't keep up with your opponent!” he slammed his foot hard into her back, knocking her to the ground, coughing up blood. “Get up Sakura”, he said pulling two more kunai from his pouch, “Let's see if you can last longer than these sad fools.” And with that, he drove the knives through her kimono deep into her arm, and pinned her to the wall. “Sayonara, Sakura. Maybe we'll meet again someday, but jugding from those wounds, you're going to see our dear parents first.” As Sakura's world went black, he walked away, into the night.

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Nine years later, thirteen-year-old genin, Uchiha Sakura jumped out of bed, her braid messy and crooked. She splashed some water on her face, having woken up too late to shower. A shirt came next, followed by a pair of shorts and shoes. Hurriedly, she sat down and began to rebraid her hair, wincing slightly as her scars still twanged at that memory. She tied her headband on and pulled on her fingerless gloves, and set out in to the moring sun. The preliminaries for the last test of the chunnin exam were tomorrow, and she needed to train.