Legend of a descendant

-A new start

"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today."-James Dean

On the cold evening of march 28, a girl with unusual pink hair and green eyes was born in a broken down shed in the lightning country. She was bundled up in a torn and used pink blanket and given carefully to the mother. The mother sat watching the child, awed, at the way the child stopped crying, and blinked her doe eyes lazily and yawned, raising her small hands in the air as she did so. When the child made noises resembling laughter, the mother couldn't help but be happy.

'Saori-chan, what are you going to name the child?' asked an elderly woman with silver locks tied up in a messy bun and wrinkles on her skin.

'I don't know, Mameha-chan.' replied Saori. She then set her gaze on the child. She looked at the rose colored patch of hair on her daughters head, similar to her own and the emerald green eyes, always her father's. Decided on the name, she voiced it aloud.

'Sakura. Her name will be Sakura, like the flowers.'

Saori looked at her daughter, both in awe and regret. She was elated at having a child. A child with the man she had loved. But she feared for her life. Sakura's father was one of the known descendants of the senju clan. But he had unfortunately lost his life protecting his comrade. Saori had found out about her pregnancy only a week before he had died. It was a terrible time for her to go through it alone, and though she had no regrets about having her, she did regret the life she was going to live.

'That's a good choice. Sakura. Suits her hair. But what of her last name? are you going with senju or-?'

'No, I don't believe that would be a god idea. Senju is, after all a well-known name. it would only bring suspicions. I wish to avoid that. She will have my name. Her name will be Haruno Sakura.'

'Field of cherry blossoms. Fits her quite well. But where are you going to go now? You obviously can't go to kumogakure, seeing as they branded you traitor for running of with the senju, in these times of war. Your best bet would be konohagakure.'

'I am not going to the place where my love died! I refuse! And I do not want sakura to associated with any shinobi!' she snapped, venom dripping from the word shinobi.

'But you do realize that sakura has shinobi blood running through her veins. And not just that, but her father was a descendent of the senju clan!. I know enough to know that the senju was a very powerful clan.' Her mother replied back, just as harshly.

Saori frowned. She had not thought about that. She knew that there was a high possibility that this could be true.

Hideyoshi senju was a powerful shinobi. One of the best there was. He was right next to konoha's own yellow flash, Minato namikaze. In fact, they were best friends, teammates. He was well known for his powerful water jutsus, signaling his link to the late Nidaime, Tobirama senju, who was well known for his water affinity nin-jutsu. Hideyoshi was a respected man and he had only lost his life at the ripe age of twenty-three because he had sacrificed himself to save his comrades.

Saori remembered him personally. They had me in the lightning country, where she was residing at the time. He was visiting on a mission. She remembered him vividly. Tousled dark blonde hair, looking windswept. Clear deep emerald green eyes boring right into your soul, chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. He was breathtaking.

They had met on some coincidence. Sparks flew and she was at the happiest she had ever been in. they were together for almost a year before he had taken the mission which had ruined everything. He never got a chance to see their beautiful daughter. He had been so excited about having a child. Almost bouncing with energy, only telling his closest and trusted friends.

Feeling her eyes itch, Saori blinked to keep the tears at bay. Remembering old memories would not do any good, she told herself.

'I am going to take Sakura with me to a civilian village, where there's less harm. Most likely to the village of rice paddies. I plan to keep her heritage a secret till necessary. If she starts showing any signs of abnormality, I will think of taking her to Konohagakure. But I pray that that won't be needed' she said stiffly.

'Having inherited his will is a good thing for her, and if she is lucky, she may also get your abili-'

'I do not want to hear it, Mameha-chan! I do not want her to live that life. They think that violence is the key to everything. But it only brings pain. I know it too well.'

When the first sound of whimpering were heard from Sakura, Saori swiftly got up and started rocking her back and forth in her arms, whispering to her that everything was going to be alright.

'I'll go get your things ready for your trip to the land of rice fields.' Mameha told Saori over the whimpering.

'Oh, arigatou gozaimasu, Mameha-chan!' Saori exclaimed gratefully. Taking hold of her hands, she told Mameha- 'you really have helped me in these past few days. Helping me in running away and my child's birth-'she stopped, thinking of a way to show her gratitude.

'If- if there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask. I will do whatever I can. Thank you for being the bestest friend I could ever have.' She told her earnestly.

' it's no problem at all, Saori-chan! You know that! We're best friends. I'd do anything.' She replied.

Touched, Saori gave Mameha a hug and whispered a thank you to her before letting go. Turning, she picked up a crying sakura and whispered soothingly in her ear-

'shhh,don't cry my little angel,I promise everything's going to turn out fine.

When saori's back was turned, she didn't see mameha looking at the now consoled child with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Saori packed whatever was left of her belongings in a tattered travel bag, picked sakura up and started her journey to the village of rice paddies. The weather was biting, but she carried through, sakura oddly staying quiet throughout the whole journey. Once she saw a path leading directly to the village, she sighed in relief and quickly hurried along until she found rows and rows of seemingly never ending rows of rice crops.

Nearly sagging in relief, she tiredly walked until she found a quaint little hut. Walking a little faster and clutching sakura a little tighter, making her release a whimper; she reached the hut and tentatively knocked twice on the old wooden door.

The door creaked as it opened. An old woman with a kind face peeped out to look out at the new arriver.

'yes? What is it?' she asked, but not unkindly.

'I'm sorry for disturbing you, so late at night. I have travelled a long distance to reach here and I was hoping to get some shelter for tonight.' Saori replied, her breathing slightly labored. She desperately hoped the older woman would allow her request to rest for a while. She was tired and her arms felt like lead carrying sakura the whole while.

The woman peered over at the beautiful young woman in tattered clothing and the sleeping newborn baby tucked away safely in her arms. Feeling pity, she opened the door wider to allow the woman to come in.

Sending a thankful look to the older woman, she stepped into the small and dark interior of the house. She looked around, her hazel eyes roaming, and saw only a small table with a few books, a sink and a futon in the corner. It seemed as if she lived alone and in poverty.

The older woman gestured to saori to sit down on the futon. Not going to refuse, she sat down and carefully set the still sleeping sakura down on the edge. She then started to rub her aching muscles.

'What is your name, dear?' the woman asked saori.

'My name is Saori and this is my daughter, sakura. We have just travelled from lightning country. I had made a decision to leave the country as it wasn't a safe place to raise a child. I wanted to bring my daughter away from a place of bloodshed and bring her to a safer place where she could live a normal life.' She told her.

The older woman peered over to the sleeping child and after a few seconds, looked back at saori with a twinkle in her eye, as if she knew something she didn't. It was unnerving.

'Dear, the land of rice fields may seem safe, but nowadays, even these lands are being hunted down by the shinobi. But, for taking these lands, they are offering protection to the people. That's why our village's daimyo , Noboru Hayate, agreed to sell parts of these lands. Don't know why, it not as if the great countries aren't big enough.' She replied, muttering in the end under her breath.

After hearing this, Saori frowned. It seemed she couldn't get away from these shinobi that bought her so much pain. And to make matters worse, if these shinobi were from lightning, she would be found out for sure.

The older woman, seeing the frown, went on to say –

'You do not have to worry about the shinobi,dear. They are rarely seen and even if they are, they are mostly so fast, you completely miss them.'

This made Saori a little relieved about coming here. But it did not ease all the worries in her heart. Mainly revolving on Sakura's life.

'Arigatou for all the information. Now I just need a place to stay and a job to earn' she said the last part mostly to herself.

'Saori-san, even though we have only met, I would be glad to offer you shelter. My home may not be much, but it is better than many houses you will find in this land where poverty is severe. I know I have not introduced myself properly, and for that I apologize. My name is Nashiko Fujiwara. And as for the job, the most common work available here is workers needed for the cultivation of the crops. It's a tiring a job, but the pay is good to a earn a living here.' She offered to Saori kindly.

Saori blinked. She had not expected that. A surge of relief and gratitude rushed in her like a waterull and she almost fell to her knees. Now, she did not have to search for days on end for a house and for a could all be taken care of. Holding herself up, she looked at Nashiko-

'Fujiwara-san, arigatou gozaimasu. I am forever in your debt.' She told her, sincerity in her eyes.

Nashiko smiled and gazed kindly. In a soft voice, she replied back-

'Please, saori-san, it is nothing. I would greatly appreciate the company in this lonely house. It is the least I can do to help someone in these times. And please, call me Nashiko.'

Saori smiled and nodded.

When Nashiko had gone to sleep in the bedroom connected to the living room, Saori looked at the now wide awake sakura.

'Sakura-chan, I love you so much.'

'Mmhm…goowah'

Saori laughed at the cute sounds made by her daughter.

'I hope that even though you may not lead an easy life, it would be a happy life, tenshi' Saori told her daughter, her gaze the softest it's been.

So that's my first chapter. Sorry if it was a little boring but this is just the prologue. Its about the beginning of sakuras life. Of course its different. Shes literally a senju now. I promise from the next chapter its going to get a little bit more interesting. But im pretty sure sasuke and the others wont come until either the 3rd or 4th chapter. But be patient.

Saori is the mother of sakura and hideyoshi senju is the was kind of like a forbidden love story for them, since saori is from the lightning country and hideyoshi is from fire. But they loved each other. Saori hates shinobi because she blames them for hideyoshi's death.

The next chapter will be fast forward a few years. Probably when sakura's 6.

Anyway,please review and add to favourites!i'll try to update by tomorrow or day-after maximum!

-fourthfireshadow-