Ok, I felt like I really could do this a lot better, so why not take a shot at it? The original Missions, you may ask.

It's gone. Wha bam. Forever.

Yeah, forever.

Peace out homies.

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The pinkette looked up at the ceiling, she was awake. But, oh, was she really? She hadn't felt really awake ever since she had felt her skin on that stone cold bench - stone cold like his heart, beating and pounding into nothingness that would overcome his soul - how could she ever even imagine feeling awake or alive for that matter?

She lay in her bed on her back, the exposed skin of her back brushing against the cotten sheets. She stared at the ceiling, losing herself in the patterns imprinted on it. The girl, her name Sakura, sighed in defeat. She flipped over onto her stomach, rustiling around in the sheets. "Oh, why bother?" she asks herself a loud. "I don't want to move and I don't want to get out of bed."

But you have to.

No I don't. Not if I don't want to.

You have to. You have a mission in a foreign country.

I don't care. I don't want to move, I want to stay here and sleep.. and waste the day away with-

Thoughts of the past? No. Get up. Now.

Buuuut.. whyyy?

Conversation- over. Up. Now.

Hmph. Fine.

Her inner grinned in her victory, Sakura groaned at the thought of moving. Like she could bear to move, she was sore. Her muscles ached in protest as she ignored the signs of a bad day and got to her feet. Why am I doing this mission? she thought to herself in aggravation.

Because you're broke and it's either this or prostitution.

Don't you mean 'we're' broke?

Techinically it's just you. I have everything I need here.

And you're a liar! It's not prostitution after this!

Face it, honey. You can't do D-ranked missions, what, with your violent tendencies? And you're horrible with kids. You make them cry, love. Cry. C-R-Y.

I know how to spell cry.

Oh well, get dressed now. You can't go on a mission in your pajamas.

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Haruno Sakura, she wasn't exactly the most 'happy' person around. She had some problems.. errr, I mean differences. The person she loved the most left, a long time ago. Long, long, long time ago. Five years ago to be exact. To explain the situation to you in the simpilist way, she had been devestated. Completley. She broke apart, she locked herself up in her room sobbing- crying. That thing for the weak, showing red hot emotion that doesn't matter- for weeks. Uchiha Sasuke had meant the world to her, yes. The world.

Of course, none of that mattered now, right? Wrong. There is no past tense in love, either you do love someone or you never did. Sakura's heart still ached for him, even if she would never admit it, ever. Her heart was still cracked and frayed- broken, bent and never to be the same again because HE did it, he lied. He left-, but she tried to make up with her lack of emotional strength with physical strength. Sakura was strong, the strongest girl in the entire leaf village. Yes, the entire leaf village. Her skill far surpased them any day.

Yet, even with all of her physical strength there was something that would never be right. Sakura was not only the strongest girl in the village, in her own way she was also the most damaged. There was nothing that would fix that. I'm not saying she's insane, no. But, if you looked at her you could tell she's not right. She's just damaged.

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Uchiha Sasuke, angry, revenge bound, strong. He was the apprentice to Orochimaru. He had it all. All. I'm not exaggerating. Anything a normal eighteen-year-old could possibly want, he had. He had power, wealth, nothing could stop him. He was in charge of everything in sound. Yes, everything. When that blonde-haired woman.. alas, what was her name? Tsunade he believed, took Orochimaru down Sasuke took over. Grown men pissed their pants when Uchiha Sasuke looked at them. It was true, the kid- err, man, was intimidating. He had his own fan club of course, not that he actually cared. He didn't care about anything really. He didn't feel complete- that word with no meaning. Completion can only come when revenge has been found, nothing else matters at all. That dark void can only be filled that way- and for all he cared he never would be.

Nothing could break the younger Uchiha. Nothing, absolutly nothing. He cared for no one but himself and his goals. At least, that's what he thought. Very few people actually got on his good side. Very few. He only cared for his, sadly deceased family, his goal, and whether he ever acknolodged it, his old team. Team 7. No one was as great as Team 7 had been. No one.

Sasuke was now a sannin. Everyone in Sound bowed down to him. Not literally of course, but they would drop everything they were doing to aid their young master. He didn't care though, they could all die. He wouldn't protect them, why should he? If they couldn't protect themselves then they did not deserve to be alive. They would just weigh everything down, he did not need them. He personally didn't want them either. The less people around him that were useless, the better.

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Sakura had finally gotten dressed, her attire consisted of simple sparring shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She personally could care less what she looked like. Good thing she looked friggin stunning no matter what, maybe that was a Haruno thing. Her shorts were a dark blue, her shirt plain black with the white Haruno clan symbol on her back. The girl looked at her bare feet, oh yeah, shoes. I need those. She placed her shoes on her feet, sighing in defeat. What was the point? She grabbed a bag, medium in size and shoved in the essentials. Changes of clothes, shirts, under wear, shorts, shampoo. Then with a 'poof' she was at the Hokage's office. Her old shishou was not still there, she had.. passed. In her place there stood Naruto, tall and proud. He had changed a lot himself. He was no longer his old prankster anymore, war took it's toll on his poor soul.

Naruto was still over-whelmingly nice, but that wasn't a shocker. He was a warm, caring, strong man. He fought for everything he believed in and his country, his people. He actually cared. Naruto was actually brilliant. He was the exact opposite of Uchiha Sasuke. Skill wise he matched him, except for that whole kyubi thing and the fact he controlled toads. Sasuke was a snake man himself.

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When Sakura entered the office of the Hokage, well, poofed she was greeted by a hug from the man. She hadn't seen him in awhile, Sakura didn't get out much. Not like she cared or anything. "Sakura, are you ready for your mission?" the deep voice of Naruto asked. "Yes, Hokage-sama."

"Sakura, no need for that."

"I know, I wanted to," she said with that damaged smile of hers.

"Oh.. well, Sakura-chan, here. Please, be careful." He smiled.

"I always am."

A scroll was placed in her hand, she eyed it for a moment. The crisp paper rubbed against her hand as she opened it, she read over it carefully, twice. She memorized it and then burned it. "Alright, chou." She disappeared. Naruto sighed, why did she always do that? Disappearing without letting him properly giver her a mission briefing?

One thing about Sakura, she would never accept a partner. Last time she had been given a partner the girl promptley ditched him. This mission she was assigned, pointless. She didn't think it would last a day.

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Her feet braced against the bark and lifted off repeaditly, tree after tree. Her gaze was straight forward, keeping concentration and away from her thoughts- those hideous things, haunting, never letting go- Her mission was fairly simple. One problem-

Uchiha Sasuke.

Her mission was to hide undercover as an informant to the sound. Like she could do that! She had pink hair that framed her face and fell to her shoulders and emerald eyes! Sasuke would recognize her in a heart beat!

What am I going to do?

Pull the traitor story. Say you were sick of Konoha.

Hmm. Thanks.

What are inners for?

Shoo, I'm in sound.

That she was, the lustrious town of Sound. Her mission was simple but deadly.

Haruno-san, you have a goal.

This mission is vital in ending this war.

You will be our spy, you will feed fake tactical information to Sound. Don't let anything real slip, don't ever let your guard down.

Most importantly- try to stay away from Uchiha Sasuke, at the end you are to assinate him or bring him to me.

Come back soon.

With love,

Uzumaki Naruto.

The name Uchiha Sasuke had hit her hard.

Informal mission.

Fuck.

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First chappie of my re-do. Like? I'll update when I have ten reviews for this chap.

Sorry, it's what I want.

-FrustrationNeverLetsGo