Kitty-chan: Hi, how are ya? I know you guys are probably tired of me by now, but here's the revised version of Goodbye. I hope you guys like the new version so much better (I have no idea how you guys liked the older version—it was awful). But anyway. Like English Project I'm not really changing up the plot, I'm just strengthening weak areas, fixing plot-holes, and correcting jacked up grammar. Enjoy.

Itachi: Kitty-chan does not own Naruto.


Chapter 1

Sakura didn't go to school the next day.

And that day Sasori went straight to his English teacher, turned in their accursed project, and left.

He went to Sakura's house. He sat down with his back against her door and knocked every few hours. Every time he knocked, he waited to see if she would open the door. But she never did.

Once darkness took over the sky he went home and worked on his puppets.

The next day was the same as was the day after that. It could qualify as stalking. But Sasori didn't care. He waited anyway.

On the fourth day, she answered.

Well, technically it wouldn't qualify as answering since she brushed past him without even a glance in his direction, but she opened the door with her backpack shouldered and walked to her bus stop.

"Sakura . . ." Sasori managed to choke out, but she ignored him and continued walking.

Sasori sighed, mounted his bike, and went to school with a heavy heart.

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Sakura didn't go to the tree that morning. She didn't talk to or even acknowledge anyone during her classes. She didn't even read. She took care to look take notes and look like she was paying close attention to the teacher like she usually did.

She sat in a desk away from the rest of the class. Her eyes were still swollen from several sleepless nights of crying, and she was exhausted after to pulling an all-nighter to get all of her make-up work done. She was in some desperate need of sleep.

When the bell rang, she hurried out of the classroom, trying to avoid Sasori because she knew he would try to talk to her. She didn't want to talk. She knew what he would say.

No one bothered her in the halls anymore. She had claimed a spot with the Akatsuki and had grown a backbone now. Not only that, but a dangerous aura surrounded her as she walked through the halls—not caring if she ran into anyone—and her tired appearance gave her a threatening look.

"Sakura!" she heard, feeling a hand grab her by the shoulder. It was Sasori of course. She whirled around quickly and glared tiredly at him.

"What, Akasuna?" she snapped viciously, her eyes were dull. Lifeless. They didn't even hold the anger she was showing. Sasori knew he had messed up big time to make her feel this way—but was what he had done really so bad? He couldn't understand why she would still be this upset over a kiss.

Sakura glanced around. It was pretty much just them in the hall.

"I want to talk to you," Sasori answered, trying his best not to look hurt at her retort.

"There's nothing to talk about," she huffed and tried to turn around, but he held on to her shoulder. He wouldn't let her leave until he talked to her.

"Yes, there is," he disagreed.

"What then? What is there to talk about?" she questioned, her voice laced with venom.

"About what I did that night," he mumbled and looked down, too ashamed to say it.

"What did you do, Akasuna? You didn't do anything," Sakura snapped, proving to him that he was too scared to voice his fault. Sasori stayed quiet, too uncomfortable to talk about it.

"If that's all you have to say," Sakura jerked her shoulder out of his grip and stormed off.

When she entered the classroom the quiet murmuring stopped. Konan glanced up at her and noticed how she still had a hollow and tired expression. Instead of sitting by them like she hoped the pinkette would, Sakura sat in an available seat near the front of the room.

"She's getting worse," Konan whispered to Deidara.

"What do you think he did to her, hmm?" the blond asked.

"I don't know, but if he doesn't make up with her soon, I'm going to beat the answer out of him," the blue haired girl grumbled.

She had never been this angry toward Sasori; he was one of the more sane guys in their small group of friends, and she felt that she could relate to him sometimes. Right now, though, he was starting to get on her last nerve.

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Sasori made his way stealthily up to the roof. He hadn't been there in a while; he'd just been too busy to really go up there anymore. He kind of missed the place.

He lay down in the center of the roof and watched the sky. The redhead would never admit it, but he missed Sakura. It had only been a few days that he hadn't seen her, but he still missed her all the same.

He was disappointed in himself, too. He was disappointed that he couldn't admit his fault—that he couldn't apologize. He couldn't believe that he had hurt her so much.

~(^-^)~

Sakura fell asleep in her last class—glad to get a little rest before going home and then eventually going to work. She had taken the past few days off, and knew that she would eventually have to go back or she would get fired.

The pinkette was not looking forward to this day at work, and she could feel that it was going to be a bad day as she dozed off.

I'm so tired . . . she thought to herself.

Well, no shit. You haven't slept in forever, and it's making me crankier than usual, Inner snapped.

I can tell, Sakura grumbled.

You should just make up with Sasori. He realizes that what he did was wrong. He was even trying to apologize earlier, the voice muttered.

He doesn't realize that he's done something wrong. . . He wouldn't even admit when I asked. He just stood there gaping like a fish out of water.

Well, you're going to have to forgive him sometime. I'm getting tired of you moping around like you just lost your best frie-

I did just lose my best friend.

It's not the end of the world. So quit whining.

"Sakura," a voice snapped, pulling Sakura out of her sleep/talk with Inner.

Said pinkette bolted upright in her chair and looked around. It was Konan who had woken her, and one quick glance around the classroom told her that everyone else had left.

"Class is over," the blue haired girl murmured. Sakura nodded, grabbed her things, and started to leave.

"You know the offer still stands," Konan added.

Sakura looked back as if questioning what Konan was talking about.

"You can still call me whenever if there is something you want to talk about," she explained. The pinkette nodded and left the classroom. She didn't plan on calling Konan, and even if she did, she wouldn't even mention what happened between her and Sasori.

The bus ride home seemed to take longer than usual. It hadn't seemed to take so long that morning, but on the other hand, she was so tired that she didn't realize what she was doing until she was at school and in class.

She went through the monotonous task of getting ready for work and heading to her workplace.

At the restaurant, she tried her best to keep a happy face, but no matter how hard she tried, her smile never stayed. After the manager talked to her—trying to cheer her up—she went on autopilot; she shut down and let her body go through the motions until finally she was home and the hot water from her shower brought her back to life.

The hot water felt nice on her cold skin, but she didn't stay long. She bathed, got out and got dressed. And once she had gotten dressed, she lay down to take a nap before starting on her homework. It was already ten 'o'clock anyway, and she needed the rest.

Not surprisingly, she couldn't go to sleep, so she did her homework. The dull work soon lulled her to sleep and she was dozing off on her desk.

Sakura knew it was a dream because she had had several of these dreams. These dreams where she had traveled back in time and had taken Envy's place.

She was sitting on the porch next to Nathanial, except something was different about him. He was quieter than usual, working on a little puppet that looked vaguely like herself.

"What are you doing?" she asked, though her voice sounded muffled and Nathanial didn't hear her. She tried repeating the words, though this time no sound came out of her mouth at all.

Nathanial looked up this time, but instead of the gentle smiles and loving look she always dreamed he had in his eyes, his eyes were filled with hatred and a frown was plastered on his lips. Then, a vicious smile spread across his lips, taking the place of the frown, and a wicked glint flashed in his eyes.

"They say curiosity killed the cat, dearest Envy. Of course, we know that now, don't we?" he chuckled darkly, his voice was raspy as if he had a bad cold.

She finally noticed the dark bruises covering his neck. The dark circles under his eyes as if he had missed countless nights of sleep. She noticed his broken fingers, begging the little puppet in his hand to do his bidding. She noticed a weight in her arms and nearly screamed at what she saw.

A babe with messy red locks rested in her arms. His skin was blue and lips purple as if he was really cold. The little child looked up at her with bloodshot, green eyes and made a gurgling, choking noise that seems to come from the back of his throat. The baby had been drowned.

It smiled up at her sweetly and made the disturbing gurgling sound again. It lifted up a small, pudgy hand and stroked her chest, and a pain shot through to her heart. She almost drop the baby as she doubled over at the searing discomfort and looked down at her chest.

There was dried blood all over the front of her tunic. She took one hand from the babe, lifted back her tunic just a little, and gaped at the deep hole that was in the middle of her chest right next to where her heart should be.

She had been shot.

He had been hanged.

The babe had been drowned.

They all died in painful ways, making sure they atoned for their sins.

Instead of crying like she wanted to, Sakura continued in saying, "Yes, I guess so. . . Do you regret it?"

"Almost every bit," Nathanial answered coldly, not looking away.

"I see," Sakura murmured, looking down at the babe. "I guess that means you no longer love me? I did get you killed after all; it would only be fair."

" . . . Love isn't like a fairy tale, Envy. There is no such thing as happily ever after."

Sakura bolted upright, her breathing ragged and tears streaming from her eyes. She hunched over her desk and sobbed into her hands. Nathanial's last words were still ringing in her head, and she tried to shake them away, to pull herself together, but it wasn't working.

She decided to call. She didn't know what time it was, but she didn't care. She had said to call any time anyways. Sakura picked up her phone and dialed the number shakily. After about the fourth ring, Sakura almost gave up and hung up, but the other line picked up.

"Hello?" the person answered groggily.

"Konan . . . I want to talk . . ." Sakura answered shakily.


Kitty-chan: Is it still good? Bad? Should I find another hobby? Review guys! I swear I will love you forever!

Sakura: No she won't

Kitty-chan: Well, maybe not love, but the reviews will make me so happy n stuff ^-^