Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Summary: She was an assassin with a tragic past and He was the Lord of vampires with a goal to accomplish


She was exactly as the legend describe her, the tainted flower of death

It was said that she kills without a second thought, beautiful green eyes blank, devoid of any emotions.

She was swift, graceful,fast and cunning.

They say she was absolutely stunning with porcelain skin and long silky black hair.

She was the angel of the dead

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The Memories of the Dead

By pink black love

Her Story

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Her blade flashed though the night and a small strangled scream was heard. She gave a dark laugh as the oily head of the fat pudgy man rolled toward her feet, and her eyes flashed . Another cruel tycoon dead, killing children and selling them. Disgusting.

She hated her job, even though her master said it would bring salvation to the world; she felt dirty. No matter how long and hard she washes herself, the blood would always be there. As her eyes close, the image of all that she has killed would come up, one after another. Faces without name she calls them; she knows them but yet again she doesn't, strangers who comes back to hunt her.

Tiredly, she open the door to her lonely apartment with a sigh she walks to her shower to wash off the blood. Tomorrow, she thought there's a physics essay due, library books to return, exams.t.. and so much other.

In the morning she was known as Haruno Sakura, a pink haired, pretty, quiet university student aiming for med school. But at night she was known as the Black Angel who kills for her master.

She gave a weary look at her sword, a long katana which she carried around with her all the time, an interesting choice of weapon, especially in the 21'st century. But still, she treasured the weapon more then anything for it was the last thing her father left for her before his death.

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"Father…FATHER!!"

"NO! Stop. Sakura, leave, run!"

"FATHER"

"Stop! Don't get near her, she's just a child. Please… let my only daughter go.. She is all that I have left.."

A lone gunshot sounded

"FATHER!! FATHER!! NOO!"

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Her father was a police officer, the kindest and the bravest out there. Her father use to be her hero, and the only person close to her. Her mother died when she was born but her father never hated her when all her relative does, the 'devil's child' was what they called her. But she never did care for she has her father and that was all she need, until those fucking bastard came and killed her father. Cowards she thought fucking cowards who couldn't kill a police men alone and have to bring 50 other people to kill him. She knew something was wrong when her father told her that he was going to help in a investigation, she knew that there was something that was just so damn fucking wrong and yet, she didn't even stop him. On the day of his death, before school she had a argument about something small, something non important with her dad. Before she left she remember saying I hate you, unlike the normal I love you she gives her dad. She remembers his sad look, the dejected slump in his shoulder as he watches his daughter leave for school from the door way. She remembers his still form on the ground unmoving, she remembers the machine beeping slowly and slower until it gave up with a flat beep. She remember the sad looks the doctors gave her.

She remembers.

How can she forget? It was burned into her mind a mark she could never get rid off.

She absentmindedly glanced at place above her left hipbone. That mark she thought, that was hidden underneath her clothes, is who I am now.

But a tear ran down her face.

Angrily, she brushed it away

Enough of the past

She stood up with her head high, shoulder straight and eyes hard.

And headed for her bed for an attempt to sleep.


She woke up in the middle of the night at the sound of her cell phone.

She narrowed her eyes It's him

"Sakura" the voice of her master slithered into her ear from the phone. His voice was dark, oily and smooth. A snake she thought would be the best word to describe him as. "My dear, your next target is Takashi Inue kill him before midnight tomorrow, you should get the information soon" and just like that the call ended just like that

She shut her cell phone with a click and stare outside of her window. She loved the location of her apartment, it was high up and so she could see the whole of New York city. It was filled with life even though at the time of the night; she stared at the people laughing and joking that passed underneath her and she sighs, filled with longing to be like them.

Unknowing to her a pair of red eyes stared at her from afar.

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Some rambling from pink black love:

Haha, guess who those red eyes belongs to. I'm sorry for not updating in such a long time and for this chapter to be so short :( IT WOULD BE LONGER NEXT TIME (hopefully). I will update my other stories but this should be my main story because I just love how dramatic and dark it is. I finally realized that I suck at writing humor story, but I WILL TRY MY HARDEST.

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