A Twilight/Naruto crossover that has been bouncing around in my head for a long time. Set in the beginning of Eclipse, before anyone is aware of Victoria's army and before Bella's graduation party. This is a slightly different story and I hope you like it; the pairings will most definitely surprise you and I look forward to your opinions and thoughts. ^^

"A Pariah's Lullaby"

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Twilight; they both belong to their respective owners! (This applies throughout the rest of the story)

Prologue
Recommend Song: Hello by Evanescence

Danger. Run away. Now! The wind whispered its warnings fiercely into Sakura's ear and the seventeen year old forced her fatigued body to press forward. The sound of tortured screams echoed in her mind and the smell of burning flesh seemed to cling to the teenager's sinuses, disrupting her natural sense of smell. Her clothes were dirty and torn, stained in the blood of her friends and family.

'Just a little farther,' the sound of her Inner's voice gave the distraught pinkette a shred of peace, which was quickly torn asunder when two silhouette emerged from the shadows just a few feet in front of her. Sakura's body froze in place as icy fear gripped the very essence of her being and the wind howled around her viciously, trying to get her to response.

Run! Danger! Death! Sakura's body shook visibly in fear and she managed to stumbled back only to trip over a concealed rock, which sent her plummeting onto the cold, hard ground. The two figures stepped forward and tears shamelessly streamed down Sakura's cheeks, which caused one of the figures to scoff in a mixture of annoyance and disgust.

"Get up, bitch. At least try to put up a fight," a distinctively male voice broke the silence in a crude manner and Sakura balled up her hands into the earth as sobs escaped her lips, uncontrollably. The moon broke free from its prison behind the clouds and Sakura was roughly yanked upwards by her shoulder length pink hair by the crude man.

'Fight!' Inner Sakura shouted from the recesses of the teenager's mind, but Sakura didn't focus on her Inner's command as she struggled against the man's painfully tight grip on her hair. Her bright green irises clashed with the man's distinctive purple and Sakura weakly tried to pry his hand from her hair.

"Such a pitiful creature, you are. We'll be doing the world a favor by getting rid of all of you motherfuckers! Chanters, Elementalists, or whatever the fuck you all are called it doesn't matter, because we are going to wipe out your entire existence," the man leaned down close to Sakura so he was merely a breath's away from her.

"The Purge has officially begun," he whispered in a sadistic tone and his silver hair seemed to glow ominously underneath the moonlight, adding a sense of foreboding to Sakura's already panicked emotions. All around her the wind had gone silent and the haunted cries of her destroyed village soaked into her bones, leaving her feeling entirely alone and terribly vulnerable.

"Attention all passengers, we will be arriving in Seattle, Washington in approximately fifteen minutes. Please remain seated at all time with seat belts fastened, I hope you enjoyed your flight and we hope to see you all soon. Thank you," Sakura awoke with a gasp as the flight attendant made the announcement over the intercom.

'It's alright,' the voice of her Inner soothed her frazzled nerves and Sakura nervously glanced around the crowded airplane to see if anything had changed from the short nap she had taken.

The woman sitting next to her was diligently reading a magazine oblivious to how shaken up and anxious Sakura seemed to be. The teenager pulled her feet up into her seat and rested her chin on top of her knees as she hugged her legs close to her body in a small attempt at self-comfort. Sakura closed her eyes and took several deep cleansing breaths to calm her nerves, before she reopened her eyes to look out the window.

"From Seattle to Port Angeles and from there to Forks," Sakura reviewed her destination under her breath before she reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture that shown an older aged man. Sakura traced the outline of the man's face with her finger and she breathed deeply before she turned her attention to look out the window.

"Please," Sakura rested her head against the cool glass, "please, help me find him and allow him to help me," Sakura whispered as she held the picture to her heart and allowed a few tears to slip down her cheeks.