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Welcome to my first Naruto FanFiction Idea
This was something I thought up� and well, I just decided I
wanted to do a hardcore serious thing. There are other elements too, of course.
Some happiness later and eventual romances, followed with a dose of angst, a
pinch of hate, chased down by sorrow, regret, blood loss and a student/sensei
fist-fight.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto,
and this is making me no profit.

NOTE: The later focal element will be SakuLee to let you know � hate for anyone to
get involved only to get pissed at the coupling later. For now, it�s rather
Sakura-centric.
Also,
there is a Yaoi coupling in this.
If either of these two things you
disagree with, then perhaps this fic is best left
unread. If, however, you are fine; then please by all means continue forth.

When Flowers Wilt

Shattered boulders and pools of
blood dotted the battlefield. You wouldn�t exactly describe it as Hell, par say, but the scenery was pretty torn up. The figures of
those fighting did not look any better either. At least a dozen were either,
from the looks of it, passed out or dead.
Two figures of particular note;
they stood out against the mass of grey figures due to their pastel attires.
One was visably on the verge of falling, having just take down three of the grey men. The other still looked
capable of carring on a bit further.
The first figure, who�s hair was a mix of lavender and blue, concentrated
moonshine eyes on the closest enemy. Hands set in front and on the defensive;
finding a voice to call to the other pastel colored figure.

�I�m not sure how long I can hold
out.� The voice, feminine in nature, spoke.

�Just do your best, hold on as long
as you can. We can do it; there are only five of them now.� Another feminine
voice answered.

�Alright!
I�ll do my best!� The first voice replied.

The woman, in appearance, closed
her moonshine eyes and brought two fingers to her lips. They were set in an odd
symbol like manner; pointing straight up.

�Byakugan!�

After just a moment, her eyes snapped open and
seemed to pulse. Veins radiated across her temples, but to her it was as
natural as breathing. With this new �vision� of hers, she quickly scanned the
area. It was relatively simple as she had a new enhanced vision of 360 degrees
from her one spot. She gasped as she found something disturbing.

�No! There are five we didn�t take
out!�

�What?!� Shouted the other woman.

Indeed, as the first had admitted,
five of the �unconscious� enemies suddenly rose and converged on the two
woman�s locations. As quick as she possible could, the lavender beheaded beauty
twirled in her stance, hands moving rapidly and took out three of the offending
ten. However, as she came to her stances end, a hand blow to the back of her
neck caused her collapse.

�Nng!� She squeezed out, as her stomach smacked the
rubble terrain.

�HINATA!�
The other woman exclaimed.

Though her exclamation lost her
valuable defense time, and she suffered a punch to the chest for it. Flying back onto the ground, her back skidding lightly, she wirled her legs around and got right back up; though to say
she was still lacking a little bit of oxegyen. The
enemies stopped for a moment, and formed a large circle around the woman. There
were eight of them, and one of her.

�Shit.� She swore internally. � First TenTen. . .now Hinata.� She risked a glance at her fallen teammates. She
could tell that thankfully they were still alive.

�Down to one.
This should be fairly simple.� One of the voices around her spoke.

�Yes� but she�s a fisty one at that. She has such stamina and strength.�
Another retorted.

�We aren�t to kill them yet, until
we extort them of information; so why not play with them � or at least her
first.�

�Not like anyone will know.�

The woman sneered, but held her
bitter tongue. She was use to hearing this; any Kunoichi was use to this. She
knew she was tiring, even though she still had a bit to go; but she was also
smart � she knew she�d not be able to take them out one on one.

�So. .
.looks like I resort to that once again.�

She took note of where each one of
them stood. Two were directly in front, three were close behind her, on her
left side and three were singularly around her on her left right and hind right
sides. She smirked at the formation. They were lined up almost perfectly� she�s
nailed at least six for sure.
She relaxed her stance, bringing
herself upright in full, and slowly began to reach up and undo the scarf she
had worn over her hair.

�You�re wasting my time, and I am
never late from my missions. So I�ll be generous and kill you all quickly.
However, before I do� you might like to know who will be killing you.�

The men collectively chuckled,
scoffing and mocking. As the woman spoke, she torn
away the cloth that concealed her hair and half her face. At this, the men fell
silent, a few even gasped.
Medium length strands of pure pink
spilled down from its once hidden spot. Some of it swayed loosely in the soft
breeze. Blush lips smirked at the reactions and legs partly slightly, beginning
a strong stand on the ground.

�She. .
.she- it�s the..�

�Impossible! Its
just not possible!�

The blush lips smiled even more,
focusing on the enemies in front of her. Her hands came up in the form of a
symbol. The onlookers were too shocked to really move; and most were unsure of
what was about to happen. The symbol was not recognized. In truth, the symbol
was a real one at all � she knew this, but they did. It was a ploy. A ploy for her to use the small amount of time before pulling off a
deadly move.

A move both deadly to her attackers
and herself.
After all, it was based off a
forbidden jutsu.

�Ich!�

The men watched and waited for her
to move, but she just stood there, symbol and stance almost stocic.

�Nii!�

One of the men snapped to
attention. �Her chakra is rising!�

�Son!�

At this point, the ground began to
tremble, the air around her beginning to swirl fast and dangerous, while sparks
of pink chakra tendrils began to flare out like bands. Her hair was billowing
about her like it was being blown by stormwinds.

�What the hell is
going on?!�

�Do something!�

�Ge!�

A pulse wave of chakra spread
across the area by at least 500 feet. The pink tendrils now wind and smoke like
came fall down � five in all � and spread out; one directly in front, one to
her left, one to her right and the last two behind her diagonally,
respectively. If one were to view it from above, it would resemble that of a
flower.

A Sakura blossom.

The men tried to do anything, but
failed as they could no longer move, the pink chakra had been a trap; and what
was worse was that the woman�s chakra was still rising. Gazing at her now
reviled her to be almost a glow; extra bands of pink chakra swirling around her
form, while mingled with masses of red, and the occasional flicker of emerald
green.
Her skin was almost pure white.

�GOU!�

Her shout was covered again by
another pulse, and this time she moved. Or disappeared.
Round house kick to the face to the
first opponent; punch through the chest to another. A Kunai pierced straight
though an abdomen of another. One man cried out as he watched his teammates
seem to just fall without reason, only seeing the aftermath after the fact. The
same man also blinked for a moment as what felt like sudden
rush of wind hit him, only to open his eyes and be staring at his feet. Before
he could scream, he could feel something slither around his torso, and yank him
up, high. This action caused him to turn around � to be face to face with his
attacker.
The woman was readying a punch,
while her left arm was holding onto something. . . it
was too much for him to precise. The punch came, to the throat, and whatever
had been holding him snapped, and he flew back against the ground.
The rest of the onlookers were
horrified. The woman�s figure, pink chakra radiating dangerously around her was
beginning to descend down to the very spot she had first stood. The last thing
the remaining men saw, could take worthy note of, where the woman�s eyes.

A thin ring of
green and nothing more.
Almost completely
empty.

And then nothing.

As she came plummeting down, she
shouted out, and brought her left arm straight down in the manner of a forceful
punch. She connected to the ground. A blast, an earthquake like tremor, and
upturned earth erupted.

Then all became quiet.

The chakra all faded like wisps of
smoke; the rubble settled, the air returned to normal and everything was a
deadly silent.
For a moment, nothing moved at all.
Only for a moment, however, as when it passed, the woman stirred and promptly
fell to her side, ragged breathing and aching all over.

�Damn�it always hurts.�

For a moment, she lay there,
attempting to rebuild the small reserve she had left. She kicked in her healing
abilities and was soon staggering to her feet. Slowly she made her way over to
her two teammates. TenTen was stirring.

�Nnn.. Huua!� She gasped as seeing the landscape about her, and the
condition of her teammate.

�Sakura-Chan!
Are you alright? What happen?� TenTen pushed herself
up, making her way quickly towards the worse for wear woman.

�I�m alright; Hinata
and I got them.� She gave a smile. �There were a few more than we thought, and
one jumped Hinata; she�s ok, just unconscious.� At
this she pointed over to the other member of the cell. TenTen
went to the fallen woman and picked her up gently.

�What about all this?� TenTen indicated the torn up land around them.

�They got me mad.�

The brunette bunned
woman sighed and shook her head lightly.

�I know Hokage-sama
helped you with such super strength, but you should really be careful with it.
You don�t want to over exert yourself, going about and busting up boulders with
punches and kicks. I�ve already dealt with that with another team member.�

�You have no idea.� Sakura said
lightly.

TenTen
gave her a questionable look, but Sakura shook her head dismissing it. The
brunette sighed audibly, but went about helping the unconscious Hinata. Sakura herself sighed in turn, mostly from the fact
the woman didn�t question her further; nor saw reason to. Sakura winced as she
felt her left arm pulse in pain. Upon further inspection, she could see blood
trailing her fingers. Turning away from the other Kunoichi, she pulled back her
sleeve. Blood was beginning to seep through the wrapped bandages.

�Shit�again.� The
muttered to herself.

Letting the sleeve go and her left
are to dangle, she looked about the landscape. It really had suffered a Hell
now. She was just grateful no one would reflect too much upon the damage done.
While TenTen was right in all respects of her being
able to do this kind of damage with her strength alone, she was also
misinformed.

Sakura wasn�t about to tell TenTen what she really had done. She wasn�t about to tell
anyone. Only her self and one other knew about this little invention of hers
and that was damn well how it was going to stay.
Though she knew Tsunade-sama
would be royally pissed at both of them if the elder woman ever found out.
For that matter a pissed off Kakashi would be just as equally scary.

She shuttered for a moment before dropping
her gaze lightly, she felt a little bit of remorse, reflecting on her actions
during that time. She didn�t let it faze her too long, as she could hear TenTen finishing up with the remaining team mate. It was
best not to dwell on it. After all, a year had passed without incident thus
far.

�Are we ready to move out?� Sakura
called over to the other woman.

�Yeah; Hinata�s light so I won�t
have any problem. You?�

�I�m fine. Let�s get home.� Sakura
gave a smile. �I need to keep my time.�

With that the two Kunoichi
disappeared, taking off for their home village of Konoha. Sakura was indeed in
time; something she always made point to be, and on most occasions tried to be
ahead of said appointed time. Though, she was never late.
The two women had made sure Hinata was looked after at the hospital, before each going
their separate ways for the night.

Exhausted from the mission of the
day, Sakura returned home promptly. Though she was tired, and fatigues, she
decided a shower was in order first. Slowly making her way to her bedroom, she
began to slip out of her easier to slip off garments. Her long black boots took
her a bit more effort of wiggle out of. The last remaining item she shed was
the now overly bloody bandage that ran along her left arm, up to her elbow.
Careful as to not cause any more pain, she examined the arm.
All along it were cuts, scares and
bruises from various missions times before. The new
wound was just as ugly as the others had been. Nothing a little water and time
couldn�t heal. Making her way towards the shower, Sakura stopped as she caught
her gaze in the full length mirror she had in the corner. She stared at herself
for a small time; critically analyzing her aged body.
No longer the unmarred sixteen year
old body, she now sported the twenty-two scarred body of dedicated shinobi. Her legs had bruises and cuts; her arms and a few
nicks to her shoulders, her stomach had two almost invisible scars running
across. Even her right breast supported the spoils of battle. However, the most
painful thing on her body, was really no longer
physically painful � but it still left as much a mental scar on her life as it
did her body.
It was a wound she had received on
her first S-Rank mission. The enemy had been using some awkward weapon; not
those she was familiar with. What ever it was, it had been throw at her. She
dodged it, or so she thought, until it dug into her body. The area of impact
was right where her right ovary would be. She had been going to remove the
weapon when she felt exploding, shredding pain. The thing had, somehow, opened,
and shredded the inside area of where it had embedded itself. Things were fuzzy
after that point, up until she came around in the hospital. She found out later
the weapon had done such immense damage, that it had destroyed her ovary,
without any chance of repair.
To most women, this would have been
a bit of a loss, but not too awful much. They had two ovaries to rely on.
However, for Sakura, the news brought her despair. When she was young, she had
been born with a defect in her right ovary; it never produced what it needed
to, so thus the work was taken on by her left one; causing it to work overtime.
To Sakura, the news she was told was something that would scar for the rest of
the life.

She would never be able to have a
child now.
She had been robbed of motherhood.

And to remind her of this, day in
and day out, was an ugly scar that�s shape and look was that of any other. It
was as if it would be a haunting memory and an ironic reminder. The way the
cuts radiated outward, like little jags; like that of a blooming flower, with
just enough �petals� to be given a reference.

A scar shaped of a lotus blossom.

Not a day went by since that
mission that the god�s irony failed to reach her spirit. It was a constant
reminder in her life that her youth was a foolish one; and that she had thought
herself unmatched. Oh how wrong she�d been. Oh the things she had experienced
after. From the loss of ever being a mother, to her knowledge of being alone;
who could want such a battered and bruised thing as she? Though most of it was her own fault. The other kunoichi,
she knew, didn�t go through their battles like she did. No, she threw herself
into them. A fight was something to take and eliminate. It was an obstacle that
needed to be knocked down.
Sakura had no regard for her health
half the time she went on a mission. Her life was the missions; for there was
nothing to come home too except an empty house. It was inviting, but it was
cold and dark. Her house was like her own mind; inner turmoils
making it a lonely place, but there was still a holding out of hope. Though it
diminished every new scar, every new bruise, every new cut she received. Each
step brought her closer to being nothing more than a tool of death. It was a
wonder she wasn�t an ANBU. Truthfully though, there were few precious times
that allowed her happiness.
Her friends were those times. These
were people important to her that had shaped her early life as a child growing
up. These were people she fought alongside with, and would happily die for.
These were people she loved.
Yet. . .
She wanted more.

Exhaling lightly once more at the
image in front of her, she closed her eyes and cast off the glance she gave
herself before returning to the task at hand. The shower was inviting her into
a world of relaxing and warmth. Promises of unseen lovers and unknown fantasies
lingered there, and she wasn�t about to deny her aching body and soul. Grabbing
up a large soft towel, she ventured forth. Soon after she would fall into a
sleep of worlds not here; places unknown, and in embraces that promised
possible futures.

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