This is my first EVER FMA fanfic! I don't really know the storyline so pleeeeaaaase bare with me! Sorry if my chapters are too short or aren't really understandable, I'm trying to fix that! Anyways, this is most definitely an EdSaku fic so if you don't roll that way, spare me of the flames. I also warn you of some OOCness, I'm not familiar with the FMA character's feelings or personalities. Please enjoy! PS: I don't own Naruto or FMA. I wont repeat this so try not to forget it! XD

Konoha~

Sakura's hand clenched tighter into the material of her red dress. Her once long luxurious pink hair now only swayed slightly in the breeze. Her body was covered in bruises and cuts from the Forest of Death. Her head was still swollen from Zaku's relentless hits as she shielded the two Team 7 males. All she had done for the boy... useless.

"B-but Sasuke-kun! I love you! You can't leave me here!" Her fisted hand reached out to grab the thin fabric of his mesh shirt, but she grasped nothing. Tears started to fill her eyes yet again. "Sasuke-kun..."

That was when she felt the flat side of a kunai pressed against her collarbone. Its sharp edge dug tauntingly into the skin above her jugular vein. Her tears fell even faster than before.

"Love." Sasuke spat in disgust. "There is no love in the Shinobi World. Only life and death." He went silent, his grip on the murderous kunai tightening as he grew deeper in thought. "If I killed you now... Itachi would surely hear news of this. Then, he would come out and fight me for real." The expression on Sasuke's face was one of insanity, making its way deeper into the cracks of his mind.

Sakura held back a scream of pain as Sasuke slit her throat. He watched her dieing body slump to the ground, an uncaring glaze in his eyes. The cold cobblestone underneath her head was slowly being painted in her blood. All Sasuke did was smirk.

"Thank you... for being my bait." That was when he left, paying no mind to his pink-haired teammate's last feeble gasps for breath. Blood flooded out her mouth as she tried desperately to stop the bleeding. Slowly, her movements began to get sluggish and shakey as more and more blood gushed from the wound her crush bestowed upon her. A puddle of crimson liquid pooled beneath her head, the last evidence of her life once lived.

The Gate~

Sakura squirmed in what could only be described as discomfort. There was pain all over her body, as if she was being rubbed with sandpaper. She didn't dare open her eyes. Even beneath her thin eyelids, the light was scolding.

Her forehead was slick with perspiration and her body was wracked with pain. It wasn't just pain on the outside, but also on the inside. It felt as if she was being ripped apart and then sewn crudely back together. To say that she was hurt was an understatement. The strongest pain that she felt wasn't physical but emotional. Sasuke's actions brought underlying hate for falling in love with a prick like him.

A voice wafted through the air, almost as if it itself was a gust of wind. The tone was that of a man, a deep monotone ring to it. Its words could hardly be heard by Sakura, but she was able to understand them.

"Shh... Quiet. Your passage into the world of Amestris must be a silent one." The mysterious figure that spoke covered Sakura's lips with his hand, slipping into thought. His voice was soft yet sharp, like the tinkling of broken glass. "Your death was not planned to be so early in time. I had to resort in taking you out of that world." Sakura squeezed her shut eyes tighter, trying to drown out the vivid memories of her death.

"You will live as a different person; though you will still look the same you will feel different. Perhaps your personality will be affected as well..." The voice trailed off, being interupted by screams of pain and agony. "It seems it is time for you to go. Good luck... Sakura Haruno."

Before she slipped into the darkness for good, she opened her eyes. Her last glimpse of the pure white world was the of scrambling black hands engulfing her body. The man that she had heard was gone. She passed out.

Dublith~

The sun lazily rose past the horizon, bathing the city of Dublith in yellow. A low fog drifted through the streets, scarce enough to cause no problems. The entire town was quiet, besides the chirping of birds and drip of water from gutters. A terrible storm had passed the night before, drenching Dublith with a few inches of rain.

In the alleyways, a small figure lay nearly unmoving. Her breath was shallow and her pulse was low. She could very easily be mistaken for dead if it weren't for the fact her bright honeydew green eyes were wide open. Yes, Sakura was absolutely sure she wasn't dreaming. On the other hand, she really didn't know where she was.

Pulling at the knots in her mid-neck length hair, she sat up. Her red kunochi dress was wrinkled where she layed heavily on it and her ninja headband was no where in sight. Her feet were wet and cold, reminding her painfully that she wasn't at home. Heck, just by looking at the buildings beside the alley she was in, she could tell she wasn't even in KONOHA.

Her fingers grazed the long slice on her neck, careful not to break open the already scabbing wound. It was a mystery to her how she had healed so fast, but it wasn't like she was complaining. She was lucky to be alive. Sasuke had shown her the way the Shinobi World worked. Either you kill or be killed. She would go to another world anyday to get away from such a lifestyle.

Pushing her body up and steadying her stature, Sakura slowly made her way out of the alleyway. Before her blue ninja sandal landed out of the alley, a hand grasped her shoulder. By the size, she could tell it was a man's hand. It was also rough from what seemed like years of hard labor. Twisting her neck so she could see the man, she almost puked when she saw his lust-filled smirk.

She was disgusted by the man. Absolutely revolted.

"Hey babe, where'ya goin'?" He stuttered, obviously drunk out of his mind. His breath was rank with the smell of strong liquor and beer. A stubble was growing on his chin, the black hue matching his greasy oily hair exactly. She didn't understand a bit of what the man was saying but by the tone of his voice she probably didn't want to know.

Sakura shivered, trying to pry the man's large hand from her petite shoulders. The man was relentless, increasing his grip on her shoulder till she could feel bruises starting to form. His grin, if it wasn't so before, turned completely crazy. His dark blue eyes were filled with lust. She inwardly gagged.

If he wasn't going to let go, she would have to try and force him. She knew she was weak, but this man was only a civillian. She could surely beat him in a battle, right? Right?

'Good luck, Outer! Make sure we don't get raped! Woo!'

'Ehh... Inner? When did you get back?'

'I've been here for a while, you just didn't need me till now.'

'True...'

'So how are you gonna bust this fool's head in half?' Inner questioned. She herself didn't know what to do. She hadn't ever been in that type of situation before so how did she deal with it? Sakura reached for the kunai pouch on her thigh.

It wasn't even strapped to her leg.

Her plan exploded into fiery death. How the HELL was she supposed to fight without her kunai? Clenching her hands into fists, she ripped her shoulder from his grip and punched him in the gut. Her knuckles gave a sickening snap, but she refused to cry in pain. With her left hand this time, she punched him in the jaw.

The man staggered, cluching his abdomen and wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. His cheek was starting to swell from where she punched him. He didn't seem as menacing as he did before.

"P-please j-just let me go! I w-won't mess with you, I swear!" With that said, the man reluctently ran in the other direction. Sakura grabbed her broken hand and cursed. The skin above her knuckles was split and the white hue of her bone was showing. Blood was smeared on the skin around the wound.

Ripping off a portion of her dress, she wrapped her injured hand in the red fabric. She placed her hand at her hip and limped into the street. Her legs began to feel heavy once again and she slipped into unconciousness.

How was this for starters? Yeah, even if you hated it please review! I won't get any better if I don't know what I'm doing wrong!