Chapter 1
"Odd Eye for the Pink Guy"
A breath of wind and scatter of leaves brushed Sakura's bangs away from shadowed eyes, revealing her mismatched pupils, now glowing in a similar yellow shade the moonlight. The moon- which was broken and powdered, yet appeared so much larger than it had been in the night sky ever before- it was drawing nearer the earth every passing second.
The weight of the earth rests on her shoulders, the fate of each living being on this planet she calls home is reliant on her. Obito had taught her moments ago- and now it had become her millstone to complete her mission.
Dragon- hare- tiger- bird- ox- horse! The hand signs came in and out, the fluid motion of her fingers too fast for her own right eye to see.
It was all because of his dampening presence- Toneri- drawing closer and closer, his signal bursting in volume as he neared the clearing. His footsteps were grinding the brittle rock underneath, the crunching audible from even where Sakura was standing. Time was running out.
Suddenly, a stream of light blinds her- much like an explosion. The nearby flora is immediately charred with a cobalt blaze, and Sakura doesn't even have as much time as to blink before those footsteps turn into cries.
Fire was spreading rapidly across the scenery- a wisp of azure flame caught in her vivid locks, but she battered it off with haste. The cacophony of Toneri's breathless vociferation- "Where is Naruto?!" blends to the orchestra of the crackling fire. Through the bushes, his ebbing and flowing cloak descends into the clearing, the hate in his flowered eyes turning the peaceful lilac into a treacherous storm.
"You! You're Kakashi, aren't you? You know where he is!" As Toneri's vexation suddenly turns to her sensei's- the tantalizing plumes of the rapid oxidization dances up her legs- but she doesn't care, the adrenaline pumping in her veins going on overdrive to mask out the unbearable sensation.
Toneri's ire manifests itself into his fists- charing towards Kakashi at an unpredictable speed- but as the danger comes into close quarters, Sakura intervenes. "Amaterasu!" she yells, the all-encompassing flames beginning to devour its sapphire brethren. 'It's only a temporary measure- it's only temporary- everything will be over, soon-'
Unable to control the hellish power without the presence of the second Sharingan, Sakura just murmurs a silent prayer to the gods. As Toneri falls back in awe of the blackened attack, he flinches, opening up just the right amount of time for her to finally perform the jutsu.
"Sakura, now!" screams Obito, grabbing onto the pinkette's shoulder. His head is turned to Kakashi in their final adieu- his blue spirit flickers and shimmers like a dying supernova and his form scatters back into Sakura's body- re-absorbing his chakra. Every part counted.
The Rokudaime looks at his final student now, black pools softening before she annunciates the decisive words-
"One's Life Genesis Jutsu!"
As soon as the '-u' is finally pronounced, Sakura feels the ground swept beneath her. She's floating- she's flying- she's moving in such a rate her mortal senses cannot keep up at all- everything she sees is a shadow of the past- she sees a rainbow ring in the center of her vision, which slowly lessens in size, until the bright blue dot in the center of her sight is the last trace of worldly light in view. Pain unlike anything she's ever endured comes from all corners of her limbs, into her chest, her head, the wholeness of a united agony so strange to experience. Not even the cloying fire running up her thighs, born of Toneri's resurgence, has compared to half of this pain.
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