Sakura was tired. So very tired.
And it's not even the type of tired you feel after a sleepless night. Or the type you feel after exercising. It's a deep rooted tired, that you feel in the very depths of your soul. That makes the seconds feel like minutes, the minutes feel like hours, the hours feel like days, and days feel like months. It's a type of tired that makes you wonder why you're still here.
And the reason for this tiredness, is that Sakura simply cannot die. Well, she can die, but when she does, her life simply starts over.
In her first life, she was a hopeless romantic, fallen head over heels for a certain Uchiha.
In her second life, she was a confused scholar, searching for the reason of her rebirth.
In her third life, she was a careless daredevil, showing no regard for her life.
In her fourth life, she was moody, getting sick of this game.
In her fifth life, she gave up hope, knowing that the process would always repeat itself.
In her sixth life, she took a blade to herself, hoping to move on. She didn't.
In her seventh life, she was a killer, a merciless assassin.
In her eighth life, she was a traveler, searching the world for an answer.
In her ninth life, she became a leader, her name known far and wide.
In her tenth life, she was a civilian, a small, little nobody.
Now her thirty third life has come to an end (she was a genius musician in this one), and something goes wrong in the rebirth process. To put it simply, the gods screwed up. They were careless with an especially important soul-an immortal soul. A soul that belonged to a person rebirthed so many times that her soul carried so much wisdom and knowledge that it needed special handling. In the end, they accidentally put her soul into another body. A body that was already occupied.
A body belonging to none other than Madara Uchiha.
Disclaimer: this is all purely a work of fiction. I do not own any of the Naruto characters. I made the cover, but not the picture.