"As The Blossom Wilts" is an idea I have had FOREVER and it seems I can't continue my other story unless I finish this one. So If you were reading my other story (Which I doubt) I hope you enjoy this one even more so. BUT as I have CLEARLY stated before I am writing/typing this all on FANFICTION. No Microsoft, or Beta. So please PLEASE tell me if you see any thing so bad that I screwed up on (Which there will probably be) and TELL ME.

Thank you so much for your unguarenteed paitence.

Chapter 1

She laughs at the pain.

Some say that roses are beautiful, they are the expectation of perfection and beauty. Portraying the obvious and perfect balance of pain and undoubtable love and rarity. Uniqueness is what they say. The color of eternity is what they say.

Unique?

Beauty?

Sakura guessed that they never really looked at a rose. Millions of them.

And all the color of blood.

Sakura 'hummed' to herself staring at the familiar color of them as she leaned over the cracked and worn down brige that is just begging to break. She could hear the creaks of it under her fixing itself to her weight. The familiarity of her weight. She looked at the odd surrounding feeling the wind graze her face. Thoughts circled in her mind but she doubted that it mattered. She never paid attention to them anyways. So she let them. Her face an obvious blank slate as she contemplated her next move in life.

She did this often.

She could never stay away from here, the graze of the wind left chill bumps over her uncovered arms and it thrilled her that she could feel it. The feel of the weightlessness of her hair scraping across her neck. The warmth that the setting sun brought to her as it left her cold. She never really could get over this place. She might even consider it her safe haven if she wished it so, but nothing more. She had no ties. Expect for one, but that still remained a mystery as to why she even cares. She feels that she doesn't anymore. The numbness left her a long time ago actually. Denial left her along with it.

He left.

Who cares.

She doesn't apparently.

Not anymore.

Only one person she knows does.

A small smile slipped over her cold lips at the thought of the blond haired spontanious friend. He left a couple of days ago on a long-term mission. One year he will be gone along with her supposed teacher and the replacment of her long broken up team that wasn't and will never be together again as they all worked alone now. She was left behind...yet again as her old team-mates got put together unexpectedly by her captain to take down a severe target, they had to go to Alaska of all places. Sakura laughed softly at the thought of Naruto complaining heatedly about the cold and Kakashi ruffling his hair like a child, Sai rolling his eyes but would be secretly amused. It was all to predictable...even her coming here at night was adamantly getting thrown into her routine even if she thought it was doing something "Different" She guessed she didn't think she was going to keep coming here, but being here was like the last remanince of something simliar to peace she had. She guessed that seeing something ending but being able to see it come back soothed her, because whatever she killed...

Never came back to life obviously.

So she watched as the sun settled into sleep and let the coolness seep into her skin just thinking about everything. Everything she remembered. Going over it in her head. All her life she had been thought of as...weak. The word left a bitter taste in her mouth. She was never included in anything really. Never given what she could handle, because no one paid attention even if she was trained by the captain herself. No one knew...what she could do and she thinks that she is underestimated with the smile plastered on her face all the time.

She WAS given the title of the deceitful Blossom for a reason and for a spy she held that title with pride.

Her small smile slipped at the thought that none of her supposed friends would even think of her deceiving them with her fake emotions. She wished she could tell them, but as things were now they would think she was crazy and that something was seriously wrong with her.

She wouldn't disagree with them of course.

No emotions was something she was used to and using fake ones was natural for her for even as a child she would never cry for sad things, only for the thing she wanted, she was a selfish brat and trained by someone who wore her emotions on her sleeve all the time she guessed it would only hinder her as she watched as they turned to bite her teacher in the ass every single time they got loose.

Sakura smirked at the fact that it sounded like she was over-estimating herself slightly.

She continued with her rampaging thoughts staring at nothing but soaking in everything, the steady smirk still in place on her cruel lips. She knew her weaknesses, her strengths. The only person she has observed more carefully than herself.

Would be no one.

She thought it would be best to see herself clearly. She knew she wasn't a catch, or absolutely beautfiful

Like that damn rose.

But she has accepted that. It didn't matter to her anyways. The only things mattered to her was her revenge and that was that. So she did nothing but train. It was all she needed.

A sliver of something slinked down her spine and she straightened up swiftly. Turning around quickly her hair swaying and tickling her neck and braced her long thin arms behind her on the rail she felt her back give a bit of protest at the sudden movement. Her fire filled eyes caught at a figure heading toward her. It was obviously a male at the broad shoulders and positioning of his stance. He walked alone with a grey hood pulled up covering his face in darkness and long lean legs hiding underneath a pair of clean blue-leans accomponied by a pair of converses. She automatically relaxed her tense muscles as she recongnized the small dangling pendent he wore around his neck that shined brightly in the coming up moonlight and she jerked her head up at him signeling him to stop

He stopped.

She smiled.

"Yes?" She asked, her voice carrying easliy on the lonely bridge to him with the opposing wind.

She saw him jerk not expecting her to talk to him directly. After all he was just a messager, but her quickly stilled himself as she watched him set his shoulders straight and directed toward her. "Orders" He said, his voice low and also carrying to her "Same place." He said curtly before he turned around and walked off stifly. She quirked an eyebrow at his attitude and let a shrug slide up and down her shoulders and stood up straight. Curling her arms up she pushed them above her head intertwining her fingers. Her back popping instantly she stood slightly on her toes to get a better feel of her stretch. A small sigh slipped out of her mouth at the relief it gave and she settled back down, her body awakening after being in the same position for about over an hour. SHe immediatly started moving.

And followed him like the ghost she was.

The streets they went through were deserted. Everyone knew better then to step here for afraid they would get robbed or hell even murdered. So many criminal cases followed this place like a plague. It was one of the reasons why she came here. It was nice being by herself and she almost laughed at the thought of anyone trying to mug her. They of course would have very little luck, her reputation to be left alone started up here after she almost killed a guy who grabbed her ass. He was never sent to the hospital and he didn't last long after she left him. No one bothered to help him. He could have lived if she had atleast dragged his sorry ass to the small clinic or just stopped hitting him, but she knew who he was and sadly she wished he suffered a crueler death because if she had been anyone else. A pinch in the ass would have turned into something most girls can't fight against.

It wasn't long before everyone knew not to mess with her. Not long at all and frankly she preferred it this way. And the fact that no one in her line of work knew her reputation down here.

All they did was ask why she preffered being here.

Her answer was vague as all she did was say "Feels like home." and end up getting weird looks. She ultimately doesn't get asked that anymore. She guessed at times she was glad no one paid attention to her. SHe let them believe she was weird. Better then knowing the real her she guessed.

Sakura surveyed her surrounding. They were at the edge of the poverty laced part of the city Konoha. She could see the small lights of her destination and felt her male companion turn the opposite directing conceding that he didn't need to guide her anymore. She snorted mentally at that, she didn't need to be guided in the first place. But whatever. It was all protocall. She hurried her silent steps as she blended into the shadows more so seeing people at the entrance of where she was supposed to enter. It was...a reflex that was built into her since she was 15. The coldness heated up as she neared even closer to the club and the lights burned brighter with each step making her eyes adjust to the light slowly. She could hear people chatting at the entrance. Young people who are waiting to waste their night away at the only club in konoha that didn't cost 30 dollars to get into too.

When she finally made it to the edge of the building across the street she pulled herself out of the shadows amd started walking up with a swish of her hips. She looked at the security guard at the front who was looking as intimidating as possible. She caught his eye with a wave of her hand as she walked up with a friendly smile on her lips and lightnes in her green eyes. He recognized her immediatly and waved back. His muscles bunching up with every movement. He smiled showing a gold tooth at the corner of his mouth.

"Good evening Sakura" His low voice rumbled as she continued to make her way to him across the street.

"Indeed Alfaz" She stated happily passing the line of people who were waiting. Some coversations hushed down as they watched her pass and quickly came to the conclusion that even if they have been waiting for over an hour to get in, she can go in front of them. Groans emminated from most of them and she could feel the burning glares peirce her back as she continued walking. Her smile ever-lasting. Allowing amusment to lace her eyes. She stopped walking and stopped in front of Alfaz who immdeiatly understood. He bowed and moved over just enough for her slender body to pass by him. Shouts could be heard behind her as she entered the dark entrance and darkness greeted her once more. Of course that only lasted a second before her sense were crowded so much at the sensation of pressed bodies and loud music. Oh how she hated crowds.

Sakura gritted her teeth and made a bee-line for the small door by the bar. It was her only escape right now and thank god it was where she needed to be at the time. Come to think of it she never aloud herself one foot more in the crowd that pushed at her. Sakura shrugged off the thought deeming it unimportant and continued her hurried but silent steps to the door. Passing drunks and girls making out with girls with guys watching hungrily. Or the usual girls making out with guys with other guys and girls watching with envy. A small smirk laced her lips 'No such luck for you fellows' and proceeded her way knowing no one could see her face and smirk. Only stopping in front of the door to pull down her smirk and her face into a blank page, thinking of buisness.

'I wonder what she needs from me.' She wondered idly feeling the cold knob under her slender and small hand.

She turned it before pushing the door open. The stench of sake peirced her nose quickly and her mouth started to water. Her apple green eyes quickly found the source of it and stared at the busty blonde who was sitting in an over-sized leather chair. Her eyes moved away from her to her desk that sat under the weight of papers...papers...and more papers. She grimaced inwardly and felt a pang of guilt for her captain at the look of it, no wonder she drank so much. A small figure beside the woman met her eyes next and she saw her captains right-hand Shizune, a seemingly small women dressed in a black kimono with a small smile on her face. A kind woman she was.

Sakura cleared her throat catching the blondes woman's attention who was bent over a small peice of paper scribbling furiously she wondered how she didn't get a cramp or better yet break her hand.

She looked up quickly jerking her head back. Obviously it was painful because as soon as she did that her hand went up to rub the back of her neck and a pained expression crossed her young face. Blue eyes met her green eyes and she looked back levelly. Her captained smirked a bit as she worked at her neck. "Hello Sakura" She said nochantly. Sakura nodded her head respectfully and stared at her curiously "Hello captain Tsnuande" She replied lightness in her voice showing that despite her face being blank there was familarity and a show of friendship. The Captain inclined her head.

"You have a mission."

Sakura bit back a cruel smile.