Sakura's POV

There it was again, the pale glow of the everlasting moon laughing, mocking my entire being, showing me once more how small and insignificant I really am. The village and its beauty that captured my soul making me believe there was nothing safer, looked more like a graveyard full off lost promises and the glory the place once breathed.

There were no more laughing kids running home from the academy with nothing but dreams of becoming a great ninja, villagers walking around so carefree and happy petty problems occupying their minds. No, those days were long gone. Even though books say the Great War was won, in my mind, counting how many people lost their lives fighting for the dreams of others, there are no winners, only damage. Madaras little war has taken its toll on everyone, it can be seen in every breath, every grievous sound, the change was drastic but that is to be expected. Sometimes I feel like, this place, the one I'm watching over this very moment with the such distaste in my mouth that has awoken over the years of though life, is not my home, like maybe it never was.

Nobody was the same, not even the unfaltering determination by the name of Naruto. The change is not noticeable to a normal person, because he is still loud and expressive, but he cannot fool me, I was still the person who knew him best. The way his smile just didn't reach his beautiful azure eyes, his heart a little more guarded, his spirit slightly broken.

But I guess the drastic change of all has, no shocker, happened inside of my fragile heart. By people's stares and hush words my trained ears can now so easily pick up, I did the complete makeover. After the war and the death of my parents in front of my eyes, I began to see the world differently, fairy tale free. The hope of things getting better seemed to vanish for my mind, because in reality it was impossible, just like Sasukes return.

The trademark of my existence, short pink hair, came to be a paler longer version which was tied in a high ponytail that reached just above my derriere, with a few strands framing my heart shaped face. The twinkle which made my emerald eyes come to life, became the icy green piercing anybody who dared to look. The smoothes and the gentleness replaced with scars and roughness that seem to never end or fade just like the memories of once upon a time. Things didn't feel the same, smile was more forced stretching into something mechanical to my mind, face hard as steel, emotions gone without a trace.

But the only thing that did the drastic turn over, and the only thing I am interested in, is the increase in my skill. Unlike before I can feel my body's strength, the grace to efficiently deliver a deathly blow, the connection of body and mind. I was no longer weak little girl who stood on the sidelines and helplessly watched other fight. No, now I had the power, the one I gained through blood and sweat because tears had dried out a long time ago. The proof of my glory became manifested in the ink that lay on my arm, black and proud, reminder of who I really am, true assassin a death itself.

Before my sole purpose was to heal the wounded to save, and I have to admit it was a good feeling, giving people hope. But no matter how good I was it seemed it was never enough. What's the use of being the best healer in all five nations, if your parents died in your arms, just like the ray of light?

Soon enough my knowledge found a place in my new life. Instead of staying behind and waiting for someone to get hurt, my hands worked magic paired with two medium katanas. The sadistic part of me loved, still does, being the one in control of my destiny, I was the one who people depended on. The smell of blood, the smell of gore, and the sights of dead hits became nothing more than a scenery, something irrelevant. Just the thrill of the fight, always a good one, brought a smile on my rosy lips, adrenaline pumping trough my veins, making me even more deadly.

With the new status and a personality it was bound for people to look at me differently. Sometimes I could see the envy, other times there was fear shinning in the eyes of the village. Friends, the ones I had left, gave me the emotional distance I was trying to get, only Naruto stayed. He would talk and talk, just about anything waiting, hoping that one day I'll be back to my old self, care free and bubbly. And it never happened, but he still persisted, being him. Sometimes I think he likes my quite demeanor because he feels like he has Sasuke again, like he didn't lose both his brother and sister to the harsh reality. I can see how painful it is for him to see me like the Uchiha and him well somewhere far. Before we had the same dream, Naruto and I, it was to bring our friend back home, to us again. Now, I didn't dare voice the truth that wanted to be heard, the bitterness of it all, and the realization that there was no home. How can he come back home if even I the best assassin the village has to offer, feel like a caged animal lost in the what ifs.

While Naruto still chases the silly promise we made six years ago, believing there will come a day where his family will be whole again, I couldn't follow. Before I loved Sasuke with all my heart, and my biggest desire was to understand him, and I mean him truly, now after all the blows life has given me I came to realize that I can relate and understand his ninja way. Revenge was so delicious, like honey, luring you to its sinful clutches, tainting your soul in its wake. Just like him I was tempted, but thanks to him I saw the right way. In some strange way we are similar now. We both have demons from the past, we faced great loss, fear of weakness and the taste of true power, but in all our different paths, the emptiness we own is the same. Same void eating us alive, little by little because quickness was less painful. Most of the days the only thing that keeps us up and going, is the constant reminder that we have a goal, a purpose to fill, his was never ending revenge and mine was the delusion of being irreplaceable. And most days it was enough.

Thinking of him doesn't cause me pain or bring tears to my eyes, it just the numbing sensation, I got used to loving. Being numb became my medicine because everything fades and I seem whole again. My love is gone, with all the pure feelings I owned, but I don't hate him either. My respect for him is still present because he is a great ninja and he is a suffering individual like me, and I can relate.

There is just one thing I anticipate and dread at the same time, and that's meeting him. I know it's coming, pretty soon by my calculations, but the look on Naruto's face when he finds out I have to kill him, which can mean that only one of us will be getting out of the battle field alive. But on the other hand my bloodthirsty side can't wait to clash with a person with the same power worthy of a challenge.

Smirk over comes my features just thinking about that epic battle, picturing the priceless face of a stotic Uchiha seeing just how strong I have become.

"Uchiha you are going down and I can't wait for the day to come"

I was after all Sakura Haruno, Konohas deadly blossom. Prepare to get surprised.

Hey guys nice to be writing again and I really hope I came back with bang.

This is a new story I have been thinking about quite a lot, but simply couldn't start writing, I guess I was tired. Anyways I hope you like the introduction, I'll try to update soon.

P.S. Review, I'm open for suggestions.

Love ya all Shadowgirl