a/n: I decided to change the ship of this story so I removed Shion, and implanted Sakura. I hope this doesn't displease anyone. Have fun with my new/old story that I'm reviving.

"Pull the damn trigger, Sasuke!" I yell. I am fully at his mercy, unarmed, injured, and on the ground in the pouring rain in a back street city alley.

I know why he is doing this, yet I can't grip why he hasn't finished the job yet. 'You must always kill your target'. Its the number one rule of 'The Order'.

High school hitmen, yeah that's what we, no what I once was. Getting close to my targets, which mostly were mostly females. I never failed to finish off my targets, that was until 'she' was given to me. I could only look at her with the same soft yet hard, regret filled eyes that Sasuke now looked at me with.

A gunshot is nothing more than a simple compound reaction: when fire meets the solution of Nitrogen and Carbon. After that a small but forceful explosion sends a metal fragment swiftly out a barrel, and into the target.

Yeah shooting someone was.. Easy.

"Finish your job, pull that damn trigger!" I roar at him, do I want him to do it? Hell no, but sadly this is where something has to happen. Either he pulls the trigger, or leaves The Order; which would it be?

"Naruto..."

I hear the click of the trigger, he had made his decision. Seconds after I hear the cartridge being fired, this would be my final moments. Pity isn't how realistic the phrase "Love kills" is.

...

~One Month Before~

My name is, Naruto Uzumaki. I'm a Junior at Konoha Preparatory; its' normally a school for the really smart or really rich, but I got in on neither. I joined the school due to 'The Order'.

The Order was something that I could only explain as, ruthless. They didn't care of you were friend, brother, or foe if you didn't comply with them... well you met someone like me; a hitman. Well not really The Order didn't kill you, they killed someone close to you. Your wife, your parents, hell your kids if necessary.

I wasn't the only high school student that The Order implicated into their system. No, my friend Sasuke was just like me. If I was to be honest, he was much more at ease doing his jobs than I was. Its' only natural right, for you to second guess about shooting someone? Sasuke, not once had I seen him show weakness when his finger laced the trigger. His will seemed to harden with each pull, each shot, each target, each death he created.

By day we were seemingly harmless, sought after high school boys. It wasn't a secret at school that most of the female population considered Sasuke and, I the top catches. Yet even after all their attempts failed, they still tried every single day. I hated having to turn down every single date invitation, but in what I did having a relationship would be disastrous; so every girl that came got the same 'I'm sorry, but I can't see you' response. In my eyes my way of dealing with them was better than Sasukes 'get the hell away' approach.

Yeah can you imagine what most guys must think of us turning down nearly all the girls on a daily basis; the normal 'they must be homosexual' rumors. Well I don't know about Sasuke, but I am certainly not swinging for the other team.

Outside of the order we did have lives, yeah Sasuke the captain of the baseball team, and I the captain of the basketball team. Athletics' were some of the things we were allowed to do outside of 'work'. Yes, we were normal teenagers. Yes, we could honestly do as we pleased. We just chose to obey a strict guidelines.

And this is where I'll begin the tale of how, I failed to kill a target.

...

It was early, hell it was always to early to go to school if you asked me. Grudgingly I made my way to my closet yanked one of the ten school uniforms I owned down and began to change. I didn't care to much for the uniform. It was just the simple black dress pants, white dress shirt with a light orange sweater over top. Truthfully I was supposed to have a tie, but who the hell can tie those damn things anyways?

I made my way to my small kitchen, living alone didn't have quite the allure that all these teens in school thought that it did, nope. You had to do everything yourself, cook, clean, and the laundry. Yeah it seemed to be easier if you had parents. I lost my parents at a young age, car crash; yeah, what a delightful upbringing I had.

Moving along, it was time for my morning ramen. Ramen, just the word makes my mouth water. Over the years it became the most constant thing in my life, next to the pistol that I used. I enjoy ramen far more than pulling the trigger on a gun. In fact most of the time I wished I had someone to enjoy it with. Maybe one of my admirers would love to join me, but sadly Sasuke would never let me. Yeah he made sure that I was always abiding by the rules at all times.

The knock on my door signaled that Sasuke had arrived to make sure I was up and ready for school. I hated his always up my ass about being on time to school. I mean whats so great about Algebra? I hate it everything about it confuses me and bores me. The only class I rightfully like is gym, and that's so I can play basketball for an hour an a half.

I open to find the normal cold black eyes piercing at me, yeah he wasn't happy this morning. Either way it was time to go school, yay school.

"Morning, teme."

"Shut it dobe, lets go."

Yeah that's how our normal morning conversations went, neither of us were real morning people. No, that title would go to Kiba. He could find the energy to run a fifty mile marathon after staying up all night. We were walking our normal routine path, it would take us through the small Uchiha park. Sasuke always denied his reasoning for going this was, but even I knew that he missed his family. Even he had to have a weak point.

Our school comes into view just seconds after we depart from the park, its a large complex with several different buildings. If I was to have to describe it simply, it looks a lot like a college campus. Yea my first day here was a bit confusing. I ended up in the wrong buildings, wrong classes, hell even the wrong floors. It was a tedious to navigate.

"So I wonder what they'll have us do?" I say. I know that he knows exactly what I am applying; 'I wonder who they'll have us kill next.'

"Who cares." his voice was icy like always. It really didn't matter who they gave him. He'd kill them and their brother if it got him a shot at Itachi. Yeah, he would easily shoot me if it was to give him a target slip on Itachi. Not lie I could blame him, anyone who would shoot down his entire family; isn't much of a person in my eyes.

My eyes snap up from the ground I have been unconsciously staring at we are about to enter the school. I feel my lips tug into a smile as I see Sasuke's due the same. It was time to deal with fan girls. This always gave some fun. Yeah, I took a little pride in knowing that I had my share of suitors. We enter, I see Sasuke take his normal left turn, and I continue straight to my dreaded English classes.

As soon as I pass the first class door, I hear a large crowd of feet gaining ground behind me. They were about to over take me. Fan girls. I stop as the first one peaks on my shoulder. She has purplish hair I have seen her multiple times, her name.. Hinatoa, no. Hinata. Yeah Hinata.

"G-Good morning." she says with a slight nervous stutter. I guess it must be hard approaching your crush.

"Morning." Its a simple reply. Also it doesn't make me seem like I am focusing on here and not the small crowd behind her.

I can hear their cheers as I turn the corner, I really hate dealing with them. I really hate how they crowd me as soon as I enter the damn building. I arrive at my locker, I twist my tiny embedded combination lock, I reach to take my back pack off, but only end up grabbing air. Shit, of all days I leave my backpack. That means no lunch, no English book, hell no nothing.

I slam my head against my locker door. I just keep repeating the notion. Eventually I pull 'my' cell phone out, and text Sasuke. I tell him I forgot my backpack and packed lunch. His reply? To bad. I go back to banging my head on the locker. I just keep doing, till I hear my name. Someone called my name. It wasn't a voice I had heard before. I turn to my right, and there she stood.

She was just maybe a few inches shorter than me, pink hair, emerald eyes, and dressed really girly. I mean there is girl dressing then there is girly girl dressing, but I'd say she was on the safe zone between each. She looks confident yet nervous, is that even possible?

"Hello." Its a simple conversation starter. At least that's what I was told throughout my life.

"Naruto Uzumaki?" she asks shyly, like there is two of me. Yeah right there is only one Naruto Uzumaki and that's me dattebayo.

"Yeah, I'm sorry you are?" I state trying not to act like I have no idea who she is.

I can see her rubbing one of her feet across the floor, she's gotten more nervous. I watch as she brings her hands from behind her back. How had I not noticed that her hands were behind her back. My eyes widen as she revels a wrapped bento box. This just had to be my lucky day, I would at least have lunch.

"I'm Sakura Haruno. I made this for you." She says as she puts the box out for me to take. I TAKE it.

"Thanks, see ya around." I say after placing the box into my locker, and shutting it.

"You too." I hear her say while she quickly jogs away to join a group of girls waiting on her arrival. Seriously what else have I missed.

"Who ya talking to, Naruto?" I hear a voice muse behind me. I know its owner: Kiba Inazuka.

"Just anther girl, dog boy." I say slapping him on his shoulder while making my attempt to make it to class on time.

I can hear him mumble something about me getting all the cute girls, while he doesn't get any. Its not like I chose to have women come up to me, no. They just do it. Though I always get a kick out of how he finds a new way to complain about it everyday. Now I needed to get to English 11. What fun I had coming my way.

...

It had been only five minutes in and I was out, boring classes, equals napping. So, as normal I got my usual wake up call from the just as drowsy Shikamaru. Yeah this is what we did everyday, slept.

"Thanks, man." I say grabbing my items of the floor before exiting the room.

"Yeah, yeah." he responds exiting before me.

I don't know what class he has next, but whatever it is I'm pretty sure he's sleeping in the back, just like English class. Next class on my list is gym. Gym is the best class of the day, my favorite class. Playing basketball helps relieve the rising tension that tonight I would take someone's life. Tonight would end my latest targets life. She was a slender brunette, I didn't know who or what she done to have 'The Order' issue her kill merit, but I was selected to carry it out; and tonight I would bring her to an end.

I don't take pride in the fact that I have to kill anyone, its kill or be killed once you're in The Order. They would see you dead, if you failed more than once. I hate the the invisible blood I continue to stack up on my hands. It makes living harder thinking of those whom you have took life away from. I stripped their futures away from them with a light tug from guns trigger.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as I collide with something. Judging by the squeal it let out it was a someone; a girl at that. I look down to see 'her' again. Shinko or whatever she said her name was. I inwardly sigh to myself.

"Sorry, let me help you up." I say outreaching my hand to pull her up with.

"Thanks." she says sternly, damn she gained an stiff attitude since the last time I saw her.

"Well, I'll be off now." I say heading towards the boys locker room.

"Umm, good luck during your gym-basketball match." she says in a more sweet tone.

"Yeah, thanks." I reply as I walk down the hall. Wait how did she know that my next class was gym? Leave it to fan girls...

I enter the locker room to find it nearly empty, only a few guys remain. I know a few, but their names slip my mind. I just quickly open my gym locker, and grab my clothes and change. It isn't long before my sneakers hit the gym floor, yeah I love the squeak my sneakers give off, the smell of the worn leather from the ball, I love basketball. It was time to begin today's game.

I jogged my way over to the other boys standing around waiting to begin. I wish I could say that I could one handily take anyone who challenged me, but sadly I couldn't. This sport was about team work. I was quickly chosen, honestly who isn't going to pick the varsity captain? An idiot that's who.

We lined up to jump, I was chosen to attempt to tip the ball one of my teammates. It began with a whistle, and ended with my team getting the ball. A mad dash to the lower goal, yeah I loved starting off the game with a fast break; it told the opponent just what to expect. With a swift motion I was tossed the ball, I had one objective... Dunking. I heard a thud, followed by a swish, and saw the boy who tried to stop me on the ground. I had scored.

"Way to go Naruto!" I hear a girls voice ring out. I knew girls watched us play, but never had I heard one cheer us, rather me on.

I search the bleacher for the girl, but to no avail. None look like they have said anything at all. Well, I guess she must be a shy girl, or just left. Either way the ball was back in play, and I need to get my ass down court, to defend. I run, as I see the ball launched from down court. Just who were they throwing the ball to? That's when I see him, Neji Hyugga our basketball teams number one three point shooter. With a flick of his wrist I watch the ball rotate, and go through the hoop. Yeah his shooting percentage was lethal.

Again we tried our fast break offense. I can't remember the last time I had been stopped when going inside the paint. Under the basket was my home, it was my safe haven; no one would stop me there. As I approached the the 'box' I was tossed the ball. Neji could shoot all the three's he wanted, as long as I kept scoring there wasn't anything that would stop me. There was only one thing between me and the points I desired, a defender.

My smile began to fade, it always happened when I desired to win. My serious nature set in. A nature that rivaled that of Sasuke's. I wasn't going to lose, not now, not ever. I would win. I would score. I could feel everything slowing down, the balls bouncing, the movements of the other players, I was entering my 'clutch mode'. I noted the defender making his way to me. My lips pursed to a greedy smile, this was the time. With one step I easily pivoted around the first guy, the next guy was prepared to test his strength and height. It was time to jump, and jump I did. We were both going up, again things slowed down. This was something I rarely got to do. It was something I loved the feeling of, reverse pivoting. With a motion I swung my body one direction, then a split second later, I revered directions. With clang I and the ball hit the rim. I scored. This game was mine.

...

It had been a great game, my team had bested the other by ten plus points. I was now currently in the shower, yeah a shower before lunch always makes the day better. Plus it made you smell better. Sasuke would nag my ass if I didn't shower, but I liked the way the water relaxes your muscles. Well, it was time to get to lunch. I dried my self off, and began to put my uniform back on. I was now on my way out of the locker room door, I needed to go back to my locker to grab the lunch that I had received from whats her name.

That's when I heard the same voice from before, the same one that yelled out during gym. I looked behind me, and that's when I saw whatever her name was. She was standing there, face a tad red, hands folded in front of her. God, it was gonna take a lot to shake this girl.

"Hey." I said rubbing the back of my head. Rubbing my head was a habit I had when I was in situations I couldn't think of a quick way out of.

"You played great out there, but you are the basketball teams captain. What else could I expect?" Her voice was soft again, like when she had given me the lunch she had prepared for me. Soft, but yet feisty. An ideal girl.

"Umm, yeah thanks. You did a good job cheering too." What was I saying? I just want to get to lunch, not stay and chat.

"I guess you want to eat lunch, so I'll be on my way. " and she left me there, what in the hell was her 'game'? Either way It was time to get lunch and eat.

I had gotten my lunch, and was making my way to the table that only Sasuke, and I sat at. Yeah, even though all those girls admired us, never once had one gotten the urge to sit with us. I liked it better that way. Just me and him. It wasn't long before I seen him, sitting at the usual table, in the middle of the cafeteria. Yeah in the middle was where we sat. Why, well it made it easier to blend in.

"What's up?" I asked while sitting my lunch down.

"Thought you forgot everything at home?" he asked not looking up from his lunch. Just like him to ask about my lunch instead of answering my damn questions.

"Some girl gave it to me." I said sitting down. I was ready to eat.

"Oh really, well then what was her name?" He asked. He loved to piss me off, with his cold unbelieving attitude.

"Sajuko Harno, hell I can't remember." I yelled, in a low voice.

I watch as he stops eating, swallows his food and stares at me. Its creepy as it gets, his stare could keep crows out of a farmers field for years. Did he know the girl. Hell, did he like her? This was beginning to be a big ass mess.

"Do you mean, Sakura Haruno?" He asked bluntly.

"Yeah, Yeah that's her name. Damn, Sasuke leave it to you to know the ladies." I mused. His lips moved up to one of those 'shit-eating smirks'. What did he know that I didn't?

"Naruto, that's the mayors daughter. She's one of the most sought after girls in the school, and she is chasing a loser like you. Now that's hilarious." He said with as much sarcastic laughter as you could think.

"So what, jealous?" I say.

"None what so ever, I just feel sorry for her when she finds out she likes a total loser." He says in the same asshole tone. This was going to be a long lunch...

...

The rest of school had blew by, I didn't run into 'her' again, and Sasuke quit his dickish teasing. I was now sitting in my living room, all the lights out. Again living by yourself wasn't all it was cracked out to be. Right now I was preparing myself, to pull the trigger, to kill another most likely innocent woman. In one hand I had the morals society gave me, the other a silver 9 mm pistol ready to kill. With a final breath, I rose to my feet, it was time. It was time to pull the trigger.

I layed in wait in a small quite street alley, if everything was to go to plan, she would make her way past this alley in the next ten minutes. I don't know why she chose to walk in an isolated part of town. There were no homes here, only closed business shops, it was the perfect place to kill her. Minutes passed, and I began to hear the familiar patter of high heels on sidewalk. She was walking to me, to her death. Seconds passed as she began to pass the alleyway I hid in, not even looking over to see if I was in it. Brave woman.

I grabbed her arm, she was flung onto her knees. I could hear her heavy scared breathes. I could see the fear in her eyes, she was scared to the point of where movement was not even in her grasp. Just like the others.

"I'm sorry, let me help you up." I said politely reaching out my left hand.

I saw her right palm moving for my left, she wasn't like the others. All the others tried to run, tried to escape their fate, but I guess she had too much faith in humanity. Seconds before her hand was to land into mine, I pulled my right hand from its limp position swinging it widely, as my arm came to a stop my finger went into action. I pulled the trigger. Her hand limply hit mine, as her body hit the ground. She was dead, now all that was left was reporting to the head man; Danzo.

...

I was at 'The Orders' main headquarters. It was an old building near the outskirts of the city. It was an ideal place to be setup in. I was making my way up the small flight of stairs, passing nameless hitmen on my way up. They all had their targets, or were going to get one. I came to a stop outside a door labeled 'Draft Board'. What a clever name, if you were selected for war you were in the 'draft' so if you were in this room, you were getting another target. I stepped in the room, it was cold just like always.

"Ah, Naruto back again. I presume your job is done?" I heard Danzo say from behind his desk.

"Yes, she has been dealt with." I said sternly. That was the only way I found it easy to say that I took someones life.

"Good, good here's your next targets file. Take your time with this one, maybe a month." He said calmly. Why did he want me waiting a month?

"A month, sir?"

"Yes, yes. It seems this targets got sometime before they're required to be dealt with. The client is waiting for something. So just wait till the order is given." He said promptly.

"Yes, sir." I said taking the file and leaving the room.

I was walking back down the stairs, thinking what could cause a pause like a month? I guess you think a month to wait is great. The target gets to live, and I don't have to kill. Wrong! Its a month of mental hell. The thought of killing someone slowly eats at you, and over a month it could completely consume you. I stopped before exiting the building, I wanted to know just who would be haunting my thoughts for the next month. I dropped the file, I didn't even read the name. No, all I needed to see was those eyes. The eyes, I knew. 'Her' eyes. I had to kill, Sakura.

a/n: I really hope you like the reviving of this fic, all I did was just change a few things about what I already wrote/posted, and added Sakura in place of Shion. I will work on getting the rest edited an posted, then I'll work on writting more. 'Till next chapter, read & review.