Fully Summary: Sakura's death has shattered Sasuke's world into peices. He cannot live through life anymore. He's not alone, either. What happens when one fatefull night he gets a second chance and can change his mistakes. Will he set things right? Or will the events come out worse, throwing Sasuke away from everyone that once loved him.

I do not own naruto

This is an old sotry from my old account, Sakuras Undying Love. I will not be updating this story, nor any of my other stories, even if not completed.

Sakura's death had taken it's toll on many in Konoha.

Konoha's #1 hyper-active ninja was one of the most sad. Uzumaki Naruto had stopped missions all together and hadn't left his appartment since Sakura's funneral. Hinata had been to see him, but was only met with a closed door and a solemn faced boy not willing to speak to anyone.

A certain sensai was even slitely different Hatake Kakashi seemed to be fine at times, but those who were close to him knew better. Kakashi went through life but without the twinkle in his eye, or his small grin just visible through his mask.

The Yamanaka flower shop seemed to be wilting away day by day. The once peppy and cheerful girl who worked there now took to staying at home going through boxes of tissues, leaving the house only when necessary.

Sure, all were sad, but none as sad and depressed as once. Uchiha Sasuke. His body seemed to drift from mission to mission, his soul hallowed out. He was even more disstant than he usually was. But no matter the person, the message was perfectly clear; everyone missed Haruno Sakura.

Uchiha Sasuke moved his feet slowly through the thick mud, the cold rain slapping loudly against his ANBU mask. He was thinking about the same thing he had for five months now. Sakura. He had told told himself he would never forget her pink hair, or her round emerald eyes. But now he found himself trying hard to remember the sound of her voice, or the feel of her cool, gentle touch. He thought and thought. Then it came to him. Her voice, like a curl of sugar on freshly fallen snow. Her gentle touch, it was like a hard rain letting up, smooth and soft. Sasuke had never missed Sakura so much before now.

He found himself at the Hokage's door with his two other team members for the mission. Shikamaru and Neji walked through the big red door, leaving Sasuke to fallow. Sasuke sighed and went in. The office didn't surprise him; papersscattered this way and that, empty sake bottles tipped over and forgotten, and a woman sitting behind the desk, her eyes clouded and distant. Sasuke zoned out as the other two briefed Tsunade on the mission. He offered his usual "hns" or casual nods of the head. He stopped when the Hokage called him up to her desk and dismissed the others. He kept his head down, his eyes on his feet.

"Sasuke..." Tsuande started, "I know Sakura's death has been especially hard for you and Naruto." Sasuke cringed at the sound of Sakura's name, her voice flooding his head. "So if you would like to take a break from any missions, just let me know."

"With all due respect Hakage-sama, I'm not sure what you're talking about. Please don't hold me back. After all, a good shinobi doesn't let his emotions get in his way, Sasuke bowed and headed to the door. He stopped as he heard her voice once more.

"Sometimes we just have to be human, not shinobi," Tsunade stared at Sasuke's back as he ripped oppen the door and stalked out of the building.

Water splashed onto his handsome face, spilling down his strong jaw and over his deep onyx eyes. He quickly washed and heald his small cuts the had accumulated over the mission. He sighed and walked over to the phone and pressed the button, allowing him to hear the messages. "Sasuke-kun, it's Sakura. Kakashi-sensai has a mission for us! Hurry up and get down here!" A soft but firm voice went in one ear and out the other. No. That's not good enough. Again. He played the message over and over several times until her voice rang through his head, and he was sure he would never forget the smooth sensation again.

Another mission. This time Sasuke had to go get information from someone in the mist country. He had to go undercover, so he wasn't sporting his usual ANBU attire.

His feet pounded on each tree branch, going from tree to tree. He tried to remember her...Her voice came clearly, but he found her eyes distant. He thought more clearly. Though her eyes became more clear, that familiar twinkle seemed to not be there. He made a mental not to ind a picture of her.

He quickly found himself at the gates of the Mist Country. He lied that he was coming to the Mist to visit a family friend. After walking through the town he found his hotel and checked in. He decided to go explore. I mean, if he was going to spend time in this town, he might as well get to know his way around.

He stepped out into the bustle of the pepople. The crowd of people was like a giant sea. The current changing randomly, the water rushing this way and that. He made his way through different booths and stores. He bought some soba on his way. He decided to sit down and eat. He found an empty table. Well, almost empty. There was a little man sitting there, but Sasuke was sure he wouldn't mind. He pulled up a chair and sat down.

He was about to eat when he caught the man starring. He looked up expecting the man to take the hint, but he found two big brown eyes staring at him. Sasuke put down his soba and stared right back. The man seemed to not be offended, for he stared at Sasuke so intently, Sasuke felt like his soul was being checked.

"You," the old man's voice was very raspy but clear. He spoke as if every word was hard to say, "are...in pain." Sasuke looked at the man like he was crazy. He felt perfectly fine, thanks. "What you...want the most...will only...come back if...you...truly want it...Tonight, wish for it...and it will...come...true." The man silently raised himself from his chair and shuffled off. Sasuke just shook his head and went back to his food.

When Sasuke got back from exploring the village his knowledge of Horigome Tokimasa grew a small bit. When ever he asked of him, people seemed to always tell him he would have an easier time getting information (or anything) from a tomato. He flopped down on the couch, annoyed by todays events. He tried to get his mind off of the mission and think of Sakura. Every bit of her flowed naturally to his mind, but when he got to the eyes...the twinkle was still not there. If only he could see her face on more time...He decided it was time for bed, for he needed to get up early for the mission. he climbed into bed and gave into darkness.

"Sasuke-kun," Sasuke looked over to see Sakura standing in front of him. He gasped and reached out to her. "Sasuke-kun," she repeated, "they have me! Hurry! Don't let me die! Sasuke-kun, I need you!" She faded away into the distance.

Sasuke's eyes snapped open. He felt beads of sweat dripping down his face. He got up and got a quick drink of water, and sucummed into a dreamless sleep.

The next day Sasuke woke up and quickly ate breakfast. If he wanted to get back to Konoha tonight, he had to get started. It was only a D-rank mission (remember, he's ANBU) after all. He made his way where Horigome Tokimasa's house was rumored to be. Sasuke quickly made a genjutsu and sneaked into the yard disguised as a servant. He walked casually to the main door and slipped in. e found himself in a quaint hall, complete with cream pillars and a Sakura blossom embroidered rig. 'Sakura...' Sasuke though. He reluctantly shoved the thoughts of her to the back of his head. He sauntered over to the kitchen, past the seven bathrooms (yeah, seven!) and finally to a regular brown door. He couldn't sense anyone's chakara, so he opened the door, the hinges squeaking from lack of oil. He hurried over to the desk and shuffled through various scrolls and papers. Bingo. His fingers rested on a deep purple scroll. He quickly opened it, glanced at the contents to make sure it was the right one and headed towards the door. He didn't sense anyone around and got out unnoticed. Easy. He headed back to the hotel. On his way he bumped into the same old man as before. The man smiled a crooked tooth grin as if he knew something Sasuke didn't, and walked on, ignoring Sasuke's scowl. Sasuke pushed past the crowd and headed back.

When he got to the hotel he went to his room and stuffed the scroll in his pack. He hurridly left the town, not wanting to stay any longer.

When Sasuke was traveling back to Konoha the last thing he decided he wanted to do was go home. He now just wanted to go away. Sure, he would be able to sleep in his own bed, but he would have to deal with the sulking Naruto, a Hokage who was shrinking before everyone's eyes, and most importantly he would have to face himself. He would have to meet the realization of everything all over again. He would have to go through every day, wishing for her, wishing to die to see her again, wishing he could just have her back. Sasuke decided to take the long way, passing by the beach. Sasuke stopped to walk along the beach. The soft warm sand felt good between his toes. Putting his hands in his pockets, he traveled across the long stretch of sand. He sighed as the gentle waves crashed onto the awaiting shore. The soft churning of greens and clues hypnotized his eyes, making him stop to take it all in. He never went to beaches. Sasuke breathed in the fresh air, crisp with salt. He sighed and decided to head back, for the sun was already beginning to set. He trudged up to the road, instantly missing the feel of the soft as silk sand against his skin

Sasuke opened the door to his house. He had already went to see the Hokage-sama. He threw his weapon pouch on the couch and headed to the kitchen. This is why he didn't want to come back. The empty and alone feeling that lurked in every corner of his house. It didn't feel this way when Sakura wasn't...he couldn't bring himself to say the "d" word.

He pulled the refrigerator door open smoothly and in one swift motion, plucked a tomato from it's depths and shut the door. He sat in the cold quiet kitchen and ate the perfectly ripe fruit/vegetable. Yum. The cold sweet juice gushed into his awaiting mouth.

Why was everything in his life cold? His house, the food he ate, the mood around him, even his heart that was mearly beating, the alreadt broken pieces beginning to diminish and dissapear. The whole thought of it was unbearable. He shoved the rest of the tomato into his mouth and retired to his cold bed, walking across the cold floor.

Over the next few weeks Sasuke felt constantly blinded. His soul was separated from his body, his heart breaking down more and more very day. He was stuck inside a dream that was long gone. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping, he stopped everything and gave into his cold like (AN: no, he didn't die!). He waited for the days and nights to drift away slowly. His life caught in that dream. His dream of wishing and hope. A dream about her.

Naruto sat on his bed, sprawled over every inch of it. He raised his head to get up, but to only flop back down/ He swaggered over to the washroom. He raised his head up slowly to looks at the young man in front of him. God, he looked like crap. His once silky smooth blond hair was now flat against his head. His eyes were the same azure color, but the light behind them was gone. He turned on the faucet and slapped some water onto his face. He couldn't live like this. He grabbed his shoes and headed for the door.

Knock.

Sasuke's head lifted from the table at the sound. He was about to go open the door when it banged open by itself. There stood Naruto. Sasuke smirked to himself. 'God, he looks like crap'

"My God, Teme! You look like shit! And you don't smell so good either..." Sasuke face fell.

"What do you want, dobe?" Sasuke let his head fall back on the table. Maybe he did look awful...But what did he care? It's not like there was anyone to impress.

"I came by to see if you wanted to get some ramen, or go train..." he trailed off, thinking to himself. Sasuke stood up.

"Let's train," he staggered a bit as he stood. He knocked over a few empty forgotten sake bottles. He went into his room, quickly shook his head, making his hair fall back into it's regular chicken butt shape. He splashed some water onto his face, a new shirt...There, now he didn't look like he was dead. He went back to where Naruto was. "Come on," he grabbed his house keys and headed out.

The walk to the training grounds was silent. Neither shinobi knew what to say. They stopped, shed their jackets and looked at each other. They both had on cold as stone faces. Wordlessely they got into a fighting stance and began. Naruto threw 3 shurriken at Sasuke, who blocked them with a flick of his rist. He took out a kunai and clashed it against Naruto's on comming once. They met with a spark and pushed off from each other. He quickly shot a few shurriken as he fell back. Naruto turned into a log as the weapons came into contact with his body. "Kuso," Sasuke swore. and turned around as he heard Naruto crash through the bushes, or actually twenty-seven Naruto's...It went on like this for about four hours until they were forced to head back by the retreating sun.

Naruto pulled his jacket on, when he saw sitting on the grass by the large Cherry Blossom tree. He went over and sat next to him. Naruto didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"Sasuke..." Naruto propped his hands under his head as he laid down, "look, I know Sakura's death has-"

"Don't," Sasuke kept his head looking forward.

"-Taken a hit on everyone, but Sakura-chan wouldn't want this. I think it's time we moved on. Not forget her, just not stay sad for the rest of our live."

"I said, don't," Sasuke looked sharply at Naruto for a few seconds and then focused again on the grass ahead of him.

"Just think about it. It's what Sakura-chan would have wanted," Naruto then got up and left, leaving Sasuke, once again, on the cold grass, alone.

Sasuke slammed open the door and stalked inside. On his was to his cold room, he kicked the trash can and let the contents inside spill out, not giving a damn. He stood in his room. He went in a complete circle and then grunted. He raced right back out the door, leaving the galled garbage forgotten.

Sasuke sat in front of a rectangle of crystal implanted in the dirt. He had his elbows rested on his knees and his head down. He brought up his head to reveal a single small tear. He cursed and quickly whipped it away. What was it with him and crying recently? He stared at the big letters carefully carved into the crystal

Haruno Sakura

Great Shinobi, Teammate,

Daughter, Friend, and Love Beyond Belief.

Yeah...She was all those things. If only she knew how much she meant to him...He never wanted to this. He never wanted to see her grave. He couldn't stand it. Another person he loved, dead. No, murdered.

"Sakura...I don't know what to do. Naruto is saying to move on, but I can't," it was silly, really. He was talking to someone who was dead. But he felt wherever she was, she could hear him. "Sakura, I don't think I can live like this. You and Naruto were the only happy things in my life, now that you're gone and he's depressed all the time, my life isn't worth living. I killed Itachi, cared to love someone, you, actually, and you get murdered...It's not fair. If I can't spend my life with you, the I don't want to spend my life with anyone. I love you, Sakura, and I...I need you.

"Sasuke-kun! Help! I need you! Don't let them hurt me! Sasuke-kun! Help me! I need yo-"

Sasuke woke up with a start. Pools of sweat cascaded down his face, his heart beating faster than possible, and his heart still crumbling into small peices. He sighed/groaned and flopped back down. He couldn't take it!

He shot out of bed, pulled a big bottle of sake out of the fridge, and plopped down at the cluttered table. He quickly opened the drink and drank straight from the bottle. This was how Sasuke dealt with his problems. He drank. A lot. The alcohol washed away his problems. But he had come to realize that the "washed away problems" only came back the next day.

Sasuke twitched as something hit him on the head. He looked up to find nothing.

"Come on, Teme! Get up!" He heard the footsteps of Naruto hitting the floor outside his house, running off to God-Know-Where...At least he wasn't sulking anymore. Sasuke looked at his surrounding, seeing a clean table. Didn't he fall asleep on a cluttered table? Yeah, and had he always had this flooring? Weird...Maybe it was all the stuff that was usually pilled up on the floor...He stood up to go to the bathroom. Woah. Clean. His room. Clean.

What.

The.

Fuck.

He went back to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He felt an itch on his face, so he went to itch it with his fingers, expecting to feel a thin scar across the right side of his jaw. Wait. Where was the scar? He ran to a mirror.

Oh.

My.

God.