Collision, A Naruto Fanfiction

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I seriously doubt I'd be on here…..

A/N: this is my first fic so sowwy if it's a little rough at times…..

As wind wisped through the trees surrounding the village of Kohona, The Village Hidden in the Leaves, two shadowy figures looked down upon the faces on the mountain. Both had an air of suppressed anticipation and one had fear in his heart, though no one could tell. He idly wondered how he would be received back in his old home. He'd been gone so long his old life seemed surreal. Eight long years he had been subjected to his desire the get revenge upon the one who had stolen the life he could have had. But none of that mattered anymore, he was home. He was home.

Sakura wobbled her way to the Hokage's tower, blood running down her body leaving large puddles behind her. She had been on an extended mission to assassinate a Futile Lord and his wife in the Land of Tea and as she was coming home she encountered some difficulties. Thankfully, such injuries were common with her position.

She was now a member of the ANBU Elite, the most prestigious of all ninja ranks. The only person they answered to was the Hokage. They were the ones who did the dirty work, the mass murderers. The ones who were expected to have a life expectancy of one year if not less. They were the very epitome of what it ment to be a ninja, to be an emotionless killer, a machine used in only the most gruesome of situations.

As she walked she ignored the glances people were giving her, the looks of fear. 'They don't know what it's like, they should be afraid' Sakura thought as she saw a child crying as she passed.

Nobody but the Hokage and the people actually in the Elite knew of its existence. But you didn't need to be in the loop to know that there was something off about the members. And people always fear what they do not know. And fear could be a dangerous thing.

As Sakura finally reached the tower she saw how crowded the entrance was, there must be something going on. She paused for a second, contemplating, and focused her chakra in her feet and started her assent up the side of the building. Finally, she reached the window at the top of the tower, the window to Tsunade's office. She jumped in without sparing a glance at who was in the room. Her mission report was always a priority and she had been told that no meeting was important enough to keep her from delivering it.

Still ignoring the person in the room she turned directly to Tsunade. "Mission report, assignment completed, minor complications on the return trip." She stated, carefully keeping her emotionless facade. Ever since her promotion the Elite, she had learned that emotions were a hindrance, nothing more. She had seen so many comrades fall in the brutalest ways she couldn't possibly still have her sanity if she didn't become impassive to everything. So she molded herself to become the perfect shinobi, the perfect weapon. In other words, she was emotionless.

"Do you care to tell me these complications?" Tsunade inquired while giving Sakura the tell-me-before-I-hurt-you look. Sakura just gave Tsunade a blank stare, "I encountered 10 Stone Jounins just outside Fire countries' border. I disposed of them, they were barely a hindrance." Her voice sounded robotic.

"Oh, well…very well then. You should probably head to the hospital, those wounds look nasty."

Sakura glanced at Tsunade and walked out of the office without even realizing who had been in the room with her. All the while the unnoticed man had but one thought in his head. Sakura.

TWO WEEKS LATER….

"So Leader-sama wants this kunoichi? Why her? She looks so weak and fragile! What could she possibly have to offer us?" A fishlike man complained. He was all but twitching in annoyance and he was almost in a state of denial. Leader-sama just had to pick the girl on the kyuubi boys' team! She had no talent, no kekkei genkai, not even an interesting weapon! It didn't make any sense!

"Patience Kisame" was the quiet reply.

Now, Kisame being the intelligent fish man that he is decided he had two options. One: dare to ask the elder Uchiha his reasoning and possibly be subject to the Mangekyo Sharingan, or Two: shut the fuck up and hope to whatever god Hidan worshiped was feeling merciful. He decided the latter. He put his attention back on the kunoichi and watched her stumble back to her apartment, obviously wounded. He could clearly see a large puncture wound on her stomach, the blood was seeping through her shirt and running down her legs. This was the sixth time in the last two weeks he had seen her limping home, badly injured.

Itachi, on the other hand was scrutinizing her reaction to these wounds and why she had yet to collapse. He knew any lesser ninja would have most defiantly collapsed or gone into shock already, yet she didn't. Most ninja would have looked like they were in pain, yet she acted like she wasn't. Most ninja would have seemed bothered, and she just kept walking to her apartment without even going to the hospital. This, of course interested the elder Uchiha. But he would have a chance to see how her pretty little mind worked in due time…. He couldn't wait.

THE NEXT MORNING…

Sakura woke up with a pounding headache, most likely because of her neglect to properly heal her injuries, not that she cared. All she could do was hope for a painful death, hopefully soon. She hated her life in Kohona; her fellow ninjas thought she was the scourge of the land, her old friends didn't seem to care about her anymore, and after her parents were murdered she had been living in a dingy apartment in the worst district in town. The only relief she could come by was the razor currently residing in the drawer next to her bed. For a moment she was sorely tempted to pull it out and take her stress out but she knew that she didn't have enough chakra to heal herself afterward. 'What the hell am I supposed to do today? It's my first day off in about three months…maybe I'll go talk to Ino… or I could go train…hmm...I think I'll go with the latter.'

Standing up, she looked around for her Elite outfit. The shirt was an all black corset with a dark purple ribbon in the back. There were also black fingerless gloves that reached mid arm and she would normally wear bandages underneath the left reaching all the way up her arm. The skirt was small, it would barely make mid thigh, and was dark purple. Finally, there were thigh high ninja sandals that she would wear white bandages underneath them. And of course her Haiti-ita which she wore tied around her neck.

She gathered her clothing up and went to take a hot shower, knowing it would relax her. The cherry blossom turned on the hot water and stripped the bloody clothing from her last mission off, she had neglected change her clothes when she had gotten home from her mission yesterday, she was too tired. She habitually glanced in the mirror before stepping in the shower and casually took an inventory of her many scars, most recent. 'I miss the old days, when I was vain enough to care it I got a scar. Back when I was so carefree, the only thing that used to worry me was my appearance.' She blocked the most of the memories that came pushing into her conscious…

A/N cliffy!!! Please forgive me! I swear its gonna get mucho better… I just have to get around to the main plot…and click the magic button…u review for me, I review for you… O.o