I DECIDED TO REWRITE THIS STORY WITH THE VERSION I ORIGINALLY CAME UP WITH ITS NOT REALLY DIFFERENT JUST MORE DETAIL AND SOME OTHER STUFF….HOPE NOBODIES MAD CUZ ITS NOT GUNNA CHANGE MUCH OF ANYTHIN!XD ENJOY. READ AND REVIEW!!

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A figure shrouded in black ran down a littered alleyway, sticking to the darkness created by the towering buildings of the city. The noise of cars, yelling and the thrum of music beat like a war drum in his ears.

Lifting his nose to the air he scented his prey and snarling took off around a corner his trench coat flapping behind him but stopped short at the sight before him.

A leather clad figure was slaughtering the skin walkers that he had been hunting for two days. Without a lucid thought he jumped into the fray, his adrenaline pumping high as he cut down the human look alikes.

Besides, if it was another enemy he could just kill them as well.

He fought back to back with the female in perfect synchronicity, he was certain she was a female since her smell hinted of fertility and cherry blossoms.

Plus she moved in more flexible ways than any male he'd ever encountered.

Back flipping, he blocked a killing blow to his counterpart and pulled out dagger, effectively gutting the salivating monster.

Monster, funny that many people used to think that of him…some still did.

He looked over at her and was surprised to feel a tug of arousal as he watched her fight. And barely ducked in time to avoid the oncoming swing of one of the skin walkers.

They fought together as if dancing, swinging their element based weapons his sand, hers water. The sound of hisses, clashing metal and the cries of the dying rang out from the alley, music to the fighters ears.

He was taken aback when she laughed as she punched one of the creeps in the face and then elbowed another in the nose that tried to come up behind her. For reasons unknown, her laughter made him smile…a small smile but still a smile.

He turned and watched as she decapitated the last of the hissing monsters that resembled humans in such a twisted way. He kept his eyes trained on her as she wiped her blade clean on its shirt, her shoulders then drooping in exhaustion. As he made his way over to her he barely caught the dagger that was rapidly making its way towards his skull.

Impressed, he twirled the small knife in his hands while he inspected what he could see of this intriguing stranger.

"You're in the Order", it wasn't a question and he nodded slightly. Her voice sounded like honey and It sent shivers of awareness skate down his spine.

He flipped the dagger so the hilt was facing her and held it out to her. She reached for it, her fingertips lightly brushing against his knuckles and he heard her gasp.

He stiffened instinctively as a current went up his arm, no other woman had been able to do that except for….her. She was a demon container, he could feel the power pulse off her skin, but what disturbed him was her aura.

It was achingly familiar.

Dragging her into the light, disbelief marred his eyes but his face remained blank as he stared at the woman he'd thought to have died a hundred years ago.

Her once pink hair was charcoal black with only the tips retaining its original color. But her eyes, the eyes he'd stared into as he'd climaxed were still the same fathomless emerald green that he had lost himself in countless times before. The eyes that still haunted his dreams with memories of laughter and her smile.

His breath hissed through clenched teeth when she jerked away from him and stepped back over one of the disintegrating corpses.

She glared at him from cold eyes as she shimmered away. His voice was hoarse when he finally managed to speak, "Sakura?".

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Beep,Beep,Beep,Be…CRASH! Sakura's alarm clock hit the opposite wall and fell to the ground in pieces, wires sticking out in odd directions.

Grumbling curses she stumbled out of bed into her bathroom. Flipping on the lights she hissed at the burn then swore when she saw her reflection, "FUCK!".

Her eyes were red and puffy, a reminder of her crying session of last night. It was all his fault, the bastard!

Sakura scowled at the mirror before turning to fiddle with the shower knobs until the water warmed. She was over him, true or so she hoped, but honestly who could forget the man responsible for their death.

Though indirectly.

She stripped her clothes off and climbed under the hot spray and promised herself that she would get through today without totally losing her marbles! "I will not let him ruin seeing my friends again", she swore out loud as she rinsed her hair and climbed out.

The Guardians had ordered all Elite operatives on a mission in Konoha city to find out what the skin walkers and their leader, Orochimaru, were planning. And the only way to sneak that many people in under their radar was to pose as high school students. For cryin' out loud she was over a hundred and she had to attend High school! Not that she wouldn't mind spending time with her other elite friends.

Sakura grabbed her boots after dressing hurriedly, grabbed her helmet than ran out the door to her motorcycle.

It never occurred to her that Gaara could be on this mission as well.

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