Well, this is the last chapter. I am sorry It took me so long to get it finished, but I've had fun along the way :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Mr & Mrs Smith. I wish, but i dont

Spoilers? None unless you havent watched Mr & Mrs Smith. Even though the story line differs slightly.

Rating: Mature for Violence and scenes of a sexual nature. Also mature language is used.

Couples: Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno. Maybe Naruto and Hinata at some point.

Enjoy


RECAP:

'No. Your attacking. You're always attacking, Sasuke'

'Always?'

'Always. Its who you are'

'How would you know? Honey, six days ago you thought I was in construction!'

Sakura looked at him with a penetrating glance.

'I'm not talking about your job. I'm talking about you, and you always bow up what you cannot fix'

'Where the hell is this coming from?'

'Where is this coming from? How about the fact that you fired a ballistic missile at me! You shot up our wagon! You tried to run me over with a god damned monster truck! All you do is wreck things!'

'What? And you think you're so much better. You're neat little boxes. Every thing tagged and filed. What happened to my car!'

'You ran it into the river while trying to attack me'

'You slipped out of the house. Not me. Thats you. Always avoiding things'

'Sasuke. I didnt blow up the one thing that could have saved us'

'Sakura. It want my idea to get Hector'

'So this is my fault? Is this my fault now?'

'No. Its my fault! Its all my fault. Its my fault we met. Its my fault we moved it and its deffinatly my fault we got married!'

Sasuke snapped, but as soon as he had said it, he wished he could take back the last part he had said. But it was too late. It was out there now. Sakura hardened.

'No Sasuke. That was both our faults'

Sasuke stood frustrated. He wanted to stop the emotional bleeding.

'Look. Husbands and wives lie to each other all the time. It doesnt mean they dont know each other'

'Doesnt it Sasuke? If so then tell me one thing. Tell me one thing thats true . . . that you really mean'

Sakura needed to hear something meaningful. Sasuke opened his mouth but nothing came out. He didnt know what to say. Sakura shook her head, dissappointed.

'Your right Sasuke, I don't know you at all'

Spinning on her heel, she turned her back to him just as a few quiet words escaped Sasuke's mouth.

'I'm sorry'


In a dark room, a phone could be heard ringing. A hand picked it up.

'Identify'

'3146578'

It was Sakura.

'Your contract has been recinded'

'I have a package for the boss. Something he wants'

'Where would you like to make the delivery?'

'Some where public. Covered. No clean shots'

'. . . Name it'


A pay phone by the highway. Sakura hung up. There was no sign of Sasuke. She looked up at the horizon. The sun was beginning to rise. The sky was blood red.

A cold wind blew. Sakura dropped her cigarette. Stomping it out. Hard.


Sasuke entered the Ikea superstore alone. His eyes shifted from customer to customer. Potential assasins every where. That guy over there looking at the bunk beds. The couple paying for the garden furniture.

Sasuke walked slow, wary. His eyes shifting. Hands running over soft furnishings.

'Mr Uchiha'

Sasuke turned to face Mr Horner. He looked like a very ordinary man with a ver ordinary basket of goods. He smiled broadly. Terrifying.

'Mr Horner'

His smile tightened. Realising Sasuke knew his name. Sasuke's eyes kept moving. Checking customers, sightlines.

'Looking for your wife?'

Sasuke stiffened

'Did she tell you she would take the back route? Meet you in the middle?'

Sasuke stayed quiet. His eyes on the man infront of him, and that terrifying smile.

'I dont think she will be joining us. Except to pick up her payment'

'What are you talking about?'

'We always knew she was the better hitter. Of course, it took her a little longer than usual to clear the scene this time. But at least she finished what she started'

Sasuke looked and felt like he had just been punched in the gut. His eyes scanning. What he saw was a room filled with suspicious moves, bulges. Quiet.

'Looks like the gangs all here'

This caused Mr Horner to smile and nod good naturedly.

'You know, I had a wife once . . .'

He trailed off leaving Sasuke to imagine just what happened to Mr Horners wife.

'How much? How much did she get for serving me up?'

'Class one Contract. Sasuke'

Sasuke shook his head. Disgusted. Horner gave a cruel smile.

'Dont tell me you thought this would all have a happy ending?'

Sasuke looked up. Intense. Remebering Sakuras words.

'Happy endings are just stories . . . '

'That havent finished yet'

Sakura stepped out from behind Mr Horner. He turned around, a little surprised to see her. Sasuke's eyes remained level, giving away no emotion. Nothing at all.

'Perfect timing Sakura'

'Perfect as always, Sasuke'


A man who was sat on a mock toilet spoke into a wrist mic.

'Status check'

A man pushing a pram replied.

'Stay in position. On my mark'


Mr Horner kept his eyes on Sakura.

'You here to collect? Your early?'

He motioned to a back in his basket. She picked it up.

'Yes. I am'

Opening the bag, she checked the cash.

'Any last words Sasuke?'

Sasuke kept his eyes on Sakura. A flicker of connection between them.

'In light of the seriousness of the situation, and since I may not have a chance later, I want you to know I married you because I loved you'

Sakura looked at Sasuke.

'Me too. I wanted what I wanted and I lied. I apologise'

Mr Horner looked very confused. His smile creased.

'Me too. You're the only girl I have ever loved. No one else has made me feel the way you do, before all this trouble got in the way'

'Ditto. Guy with the trolley?'

By now, Mr Horner was looking even more confused. What the fuck is going on. His eyes darted backwards anf forwards between Sasuke and Sakura.

'Got him. Couple by the lamps?'

'Check'

'So. You ready?'

At this point, Sakure stepped beside Sasuke. Facing Mr Horner together.

'Yeah. I'm ready'

Mr Horners smile finally faded. His face dead serious.

'If this is some kind of plan it clearly wont work'

'No. Its not a plan. See, me and Sakura tried to come up with a clever plan, but we just couldnt agree on anything'

'We had a few ideas, but they never really gelled into anything'

There was something about the way they bickered now. A rythm. As if they were in on the same joke. Their eyes kept moving. Causing. The customers slowly shifted positions. Sasuke tried to buy some time.

'I thought maybe we should all have met at the Wallman memorial'

'What on earth are you talking about?'

'The ice rink in Central Park. From all the movies. But it turns out Sakura can't skate for shit'

Sasuke couldnt help but chuckle slightly before turning his attention to her.

'Guy on the forklift'

Sakuras green eyes landed on the forklift before her eyes continued to move.

'Then Sasuke wanted to meet and stage our deaths in front of the Statue of Liberty. Shooter on the shelves'

The last part of her sentence was aimed specifically as Sasuke.

'But Sakura said you would most likely kill us as soon as you saw us'

'And it is the ending of The Sting'

By this point, Mr Horner had lost patience with the couple.

'Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Both of you!'

Sasuke and Sakura's heads turned, their eyes landed on the man in front of them as he tried to compose himself after that outburst.

'Do you have any idea how many times your out numbered here?'

'Well see, we didnt before. But we do know'

'Then you should know for a fact that neither of you will be walking out of here alive'

'That is more than possible. Wouldn't you say Sakura?'

'Its more than possible. I would say its quite likely'

'I do not understand. What on earth made you think it would work?'

It was father. Sasuke and Sakura looked at each other and shrugged.

'This is us , you know. This is what we do'

They looked back. This was the truth. Sakura couldnt help but smirk

'Plus we have very, very big balls'

They stood in place. Not moving.

'See you in the next life, Sakura'

'Like wise Sasuke'

Sakura pulled a gun out and Sasuke threw the bag that Sakura had been holding into the air, covering Sakura's head. She raised her arms and fired 2 bullets at the bag, causing the meterial to shred. Money exploded into the air, giving them precious cover.

A snipers telescopic sight was temporarily blocked by thousands of floating dollars. Mr horner used the distraction to dissappear without being noticed.

A fully armed team suddely appeared from the kiddie foam ball pit where they had previously been hiding, opening fire on Sakura and Sasuke.

Sakura turned and fired her gun at a man that was about to draw his weapon, blowing him off his feet. The man who had previously been sat on the fake toilet stood up, firing his weapon and missing, before Sasuke put a bullet through his chest. Sasuke and Sakura smashed through a large assortment of paint cans into a massive shelving unit.

They rolled grenades accross the floor which spewed out coloured smoke from their metalic outer shells. Another grenade was thrown, this one going further than the others.

As the killers swamped the area, the grenade exploded with a flash. Bang. It was a percussion grenade that took out the four men closest to it.

Sasuke and sakura, who were inside the shelving unit, began to do a crouch run behind the paint cans as a rain of bullets pored in, splatting them with a large range of coloured paints. They rolled onto the next aisle out of the way of most of the bullets that were bring fired at them.

Sasuke skid accross the floor on his back, firing his gun continuously. Two agents with rifles fell to the floor. Sakura covered the other angle, firing her weapon at multiple targets that had come into her end of the aisle.

The aisles were working in their favour as it only gave them two directions in which they had to cover to protect them selves. Back to back, they blasted their way through a chip board wardrobe into another shelving unit where they re loaded their weapons with fluid movements, under cover as they spun into the next aisle. Swapping directions, they covered opposite angles.

Agents poured into each end of the aisle, but there was a disadvantage to a frontal approach. No cover. Sakura and Sasuke worked through them methodically, spewing hot lead, raining brass casings. More and more agents appeared.

But Sasuke and Sakura had found an unstoppable rythm. Like Fred and Ginger.

They covered each other as they reloaded their weapons under the cover of some shelves. Crossing from aisle to aisle, covering each other again and again.

The agents chasing them quickly realised that they were ata disadvantage on this terrain causing them to hang back and fire more carefully. Sasuke and Sakura realised that they also had to be more careful now, more observant, reacting to the smallest movement. They the burst out of the warehouse section where they then entered the showroom.

Eerily, Sasuke and Sakura moved through living room mock ups & kitchens as they stalked through. Studies and immaculate bedrooms. It was like a maze. They encountered agents as they came round certain corners, who began firing as Sasuke and Sakura from hidden vantage points.

Two agents were dug in a bathroom, laying down fire. Sakura and Sasuke's progress was slowed dramatically in a mock up idea of the perfect surburban living room as they continued to shoot out.

'Ammo?'

' cant get stuck here. We need to reinforce'

Two agents were incoming. Sakura bent down low, as she grabbed some Christmas light from a pillar. She whipped out the lights, causing the agents to fall to their feet. As they fell, Sakura took the oppertunity to take their weapons and toss them to Sasuke.

'The other side of that wall, soft furnishings and then were home free'

Sasuke looked at his wife and couldnt help but feel impressed. Without wasting time, they ran full speed through the last few rooms and into soft furnishings. It was quiet. Too quiet. Suddenly, shots came from no where, catching Sasuke in the leg, causing him to fall. Sakura went down with him.

As they hit the deck, they began to start crawling through what seemed to be acres of beds that were laid out in perfectly neat rows. Sakura popped up above one of the beds, taking out the shooter behind a venetian blind with one, precise shot to the head. She looked at Sasuke with concern.

'You okay?'

Sasuke nodded.

They continued to crawl under beds, popping up now and again to look around, before carying on again.

Twelve agents ran into the section, before splitting up. Stalking through the beds.

Sasuke popped up out of no where, taking one of the men down instantly, Just as they began to react, Sakura popped up twenty feet away on the opposite side and took another down. The agents attemped to react to Sakura but Sasuke popped up again, twenty feet further on and hit again. It was impossible for the agents to tell where Sasuke and Sakura were. The remaining agents fall to the floor, copying Sasuke and Sakura's technique and a deadly game of hide and seek ensued in the worlds largest bedroom.

More agents spilled into the room. No one seemed to be able to determine where or when Sakura or Sasuke were going to pop up again. Sasuke and Sakura separated, shooting as they fought their way towards the exit. Taking guns of fallen enemies, their progress was inexorable. It was a blood bath.

Then there was silence. They both listened carefully, but the only sound that could be heard was the sound of their chests moving up and down frantically as they gasped for air. Panting. There was no sounds of life. It was as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Slowly standing, the two of them slowly made their way out of the bulding with Sasuke leaning on Sakura for support. They pass Mr Horner without looking. Sakura was the first to speak.

'We are the only game left in town'

'You know where to find us'


Sasuke and Sakura slowly walked away from the IKEA bulding, both were streaked with blood and coloured paint, their weapons still drawn. They passed shoppers who were cowering behind cars. Children were crying. People praying.

A woman ran out in front of them as she tried to to get to her car. Sasuke lazily raised his gun but Sakura touched his arm gently, letting him know this woman was not a threat.

They reached their car and got in. Slowly driving away. As they headed into the hills, they could hear the swell of sirens behind them as a convoy of cars sped towards Ikea.


Inside Ikea, Agents in FBI jackets swamped the place, guns our. Familiar faces. They looked at the fourty killers layed out on the floor in front of them. Dead. With Christmas wreaths and blinking lights every where, the bodies almost looked like Christmas presents.


Sasuke and Sakura drove away with Sakura at the wheel. She reached over and put her hand over Sasuke's. Their blood mingled together.


Inside Kakashi Hatakes office . . .

'I'm so pleased to see you back here as a couple'

Sakura and Sasuke were sat next to each other on the love seat.

'I'm interested to hear what progress you feel you have made, if any, over the past two weeks or so'

'Well, I think we made a little progress, dont you Honey?'

'I would say so'

'I cant speak for Sakura but I feel like we have got to know each other all over again. Our good points and our bad points'

'Our really bad points . . .'

'Right. I mean its early but I would say we have brought a whole new level of honesty to our relationship'

'We realised we were depriving each other of who we really were'

'For the first time since we met, I feel free. I feel like there's . . . . there's . . . '

'Like there is room for us to grow, to become more like us rather than shrinking into some idea of what we should be'

It was Kakashi's turn to speak.

'You know, a lot of couples I meet, their biggest issue is trust'

'You know that is so true'

'It seems you have refound the trust in your love. Sasuke, Sakura, I am pleased for you. What you have discovered is very special. So on a scale of one to ten, how happy would you say you are now?'

They both smiled and Sakura answered first.

'Eight'

'Nine'

They looked at each other. Smiles on both faces. Their eyes held the spark that had been lost for so long.

They were finally at peace with themselves and each other.

They were finally free.