Hello, officialy, this story is my first, but only on . This is a rewrite of a story I wrote on Wattpad, this one should not have that much cringe. (You can find it under the same title, however my username is SandraSunnyS, so look out for that. I have another story there too, I hope I'll publish it here soon.)

Anyway, thanks for joining in, updates will be slow and grammar mistakes common (please do correct me, in a nice way), sry. My name is Sunny and I welcome you to this.. thing. (sorry if you cringe everytime, I do too)

Maybe, Sakura thought, maybe there was another world out there. A world without war. A world with normal people. A world without weapons known as shinobi. A world with birds singing without the distinctive sound of swords clashing. A world with children running around without being awfully aware of the danger lurking outside. A world where people didn't have to be afraid of other people.

Shinobi, she mused, they were weapons. From the very beginning, they were meant to destroy life, even if none were made aware when they started to. They were meant to kill. She knew all that, and yet was one of them. Maybe, she'd hoped, maybe the world would have changed. Maybe, the weapons to kill would become the very healing spirit that would save their world.

That never happened.

Maybe, Sakura had thought, maybe this world wasn't meant to be. Maybe, this world was a sapling that was meant to die from the very start. Killing itself from the inside, from the very start it got infected with humans. Maybe, she had hoped, maybe somewhere out there was a medicine for them.

There wasn't.

But she had hoped anyway. She had hoped that this sapling would spring into the most beautiful miracle anyone could have ever seen. But miracles don't happen. Their world had put up with so many battles. With so many meaningless wars between the human race. Each time the same. Each time with the same consequences. It went through with wounds, but survived. Then why wouldn't it survive this time?

Because of the fuming ten-tailed beast in front of her.

They were yet at another war. They were against a fully infected part of the world. She'd say worst of all.

Because there won't be anyone else that could compete.

Maybe, she thought, maybe she could have done more in her life. She could have saved more lives. She could have saved the people she loved.

But she didn't. One of her most important people in her life has gone away, promising to never return back. She knew she could have done more when she saw him disappear behind her and break a small part of her.

But this wasn't about him.

This was her life. And she remembered it all. The day she decided to become the very weapon she was battling. She remembered the reason she had come to hate herself. She remembered when she despised the thought of the two people that after became her reason and will to go on. She remembered taking the souls of others. And she remembered restoring them back to life again.

And if this went on, she won't be able to remember those things. The memories that let her get this far. Memories that got her believing that she could become the cure to this godforsaken world.

And because of all those things, she moved. She moved out the way an object that would take those things away from her. She would live. She may not be the cure, but she would swear her life to find it. So she moved again. Arched her back to avoid the cold life-taking weapon she then used to kill the person who threw it at her, to take those things away. To take her life. And now she did the same to another one. She was a weapon – and she will act like one if it was the only way to save her memories. Her life.

She used to think her life was a big mistake, but now she will make it the most important thing.

With all of these things in her head, she charged at another monster with a battle cry. She punched it and let its body fly into his ally. So what she wasn't strong as others? So what she didn't have the will to become emotionless as she was meant to be? So what? She will let everyone and herself know that she is not giving up now. She danced through her enemies with a cold sword in her hand. She sliced through one body and then punched a hole through another one. She delivered a high kick to one and then twisted in the air as she used to train and buried her sword into a head of the monster that was about to launch its fist at her.

Just when she wiped the blood of her victims mixed with some of hers from her face, she noticed to hoard of monsters around her. Surrounding her. They were so close, ready to kill her at once. Their blood red eyes stared at her as if she was a piece of meat – yet they were emotionless. Their bodies was big and identical. They were a creation of the very beast that wasn't supposed to be alive to begin with. She was prepared to make another one of her earthquakes to get rid of them all at once. She was ready to move, to kill, yet she couldn't. Her body was frozen, feet glued to the ground. And when she looked down at her hands covered in blood she knew why. They were shaking, her whole body was.

She was scared.

She would have laughed if someone would tell her that the cause of her death in a war would be her fear. She would have laughed in their faces, because Sakura Haruno was not a person run by their fear. She was sure she would die of chakra depletion or when she'd try to save someone from getting killed. And yet, here she stood frozen and shaking. So she smiled as she saw the humongous bodies closing on her covering form. The irony of it all. She encouraged her mind and convinced herself she wouldn't die here, that she could live on in this world. But it all ended here for her now. She saw their bodies advancing on her. She saw as they arched their arms, preparing to swing at her, opened their mouths and gathered black energy, to shoot at her.

Maybe after all, she and this world weren't meant to be.

Though in the end, it didn't matter to her. Maybe she was just a side character of the story of Earth. Maybe there was someone else in the world that will be the savior. And she was just one of the many sacrifices.

She didn't want to be, though.

She wanted to be the main character in her life. She wanted to do something big in it. But she got too cocky. This story wasn't meant to be about her. She was a support that would die in the behalf of the one person that would be the main character. It was ironic, really. She believed she could change her destiny just a few moments ago. But she realized it all now. She really wasn't meant to be. She was created to help the person to live. Naruto. She never was an important person, only the people around her were. Sasuke. They are the ones that this story was about since the very start. And so she realized it all.

Her death will mean nothing.

But, she guessed she knew it somewhere deep down. She knew it when she was born clan-less. She knew it when she was assigned into a team full of the strong. She knew it when their teacher, their guide never paid any attention to her. She knew it when people knew team seven only as the three most powerful in their area. Naruto, Sasuke and Kakashi. She never was a part of it.

But now, she was okay with it. Se didn't care anymore.

She was pretty sure her younger self would've punched her in the face.

And because of all that , she closed her eyes. She wasn't prepared to die, but she swore a long time ago that she'd accept death with open arms, for death was a relief of life.

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.

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That was why she didn't understand when she heard, quite loudly she might add, a shout of a very familiar jutsu. The very own that once almost killed her when she put her trust into him. She heard the sound of the crippling of thunder and chirping of thousands of birds all together, all of which she knew more than well.

Then she heard the thuds of burnt bodies falling to the ground. She smelled the burnt flesh, but the familiar smell of steel from him overpowered it. She smelled and heard all of it, yet she could not bring herself to open her eyes. She was scared, scared that when she would open them, he would disappear. Like he always would. Like he always did, just when she thought everything would be fine again. So she shut them down and pushed. She could feel him. He was so close, yet seemed too far for her to reach. She could feel the heat radiating from him behind her, where he was standing. She could hear his slightly ragged breaths.

She wished she didn't.

"Sakura."

She wished he'd just left her to die by the hands of the creations controlled by the mighty beast. She wished she was dead, just so she wouldn't have to face him. His raven black hair. His dark cold eyes, yet with warmth hidden beneath the facade he always wore around others.

The one she would always see underneath. The only one that ever had.

But not anymore. Because she was told to believe that it was never there to begin with. Because she made herself believe that he was what others said he was, just so she could forget about him. Forget about all the pain ha had caused her.

She never did. It was just buried deep inside of her, where she hid it from everyone and herself.

So why was there the all-too-familiar aching pain pulsing in her heart. Through her whole body. It only mixed with the pain from her previous battles, yet overpowering it. But even though as much she wanted to be dead right now, this whole situation gave her a small spark of hope. The one that she used to carry everywhere with her. The one that believed that he would come back to them, to her. Back home.

"..Sakura."

He was there, he really was.