Disclaimer: Nope, nope, nope. Don't own Naruto. Never did, never will. I really hate the person that's making us do this, (do you even have to do it? Maybe someone did it and everyone started to copy...) because it's always annoying to think of another way to say 'I don't own Naruto.' I'd use that phrase over and over, but it's really boring.

Summary: She was deceived. She was tortured. She was almost killed, and now four years later, all Sakura can think about is spilling their blood, even if it has to include the blood of her own friends. Parings... undecided.

Whelps, here I am with a new fanfiction. To those who care, which I hope you all do, my first fiction Drifting is still alive, I just won't be updating it as much, seeing as that I'm lacking motivation for that one. I've had this fiction in my head for a while now, and I've finally dragged myself to click on Microsoft.

And, as with my other fiction, I'm tweaking Sakura's personality a bit. I mean, really, I just can't stand the 'I love you with all my heart,' Sakura. Sure, it's sweet and all, but she's so.... uh.. wimpy. There you go. I think I'll make her a bit stoic, maybe a little like Sasuke.

Okay, I just read the beginning again, and it might be a little confusing for some people. To clear things up now, that's the introduction and yet it's somewhat of an ending. How? Well, simple. I'm using the ending as the beginning. If you're still confused, feel free to ask questions, or just wait until I get to the main plot, or you'll do neither and I'll make this a one-shot story. Oh, and sorry if it's a bit short. It is an intro after all.

To Move Heaven and Hell

The sun burning my eyes.

The wind whipping through my hair.

Falling.

An imperfection in the perfect, sunny blue sky.

Spiraling headfirst towards earth.

About to die.

But I laughed anyways, laughed bitterly at the irony of it all. I came back to kill them all, and now, I'm killing myself in their place. Hilarious, isn't it? How one person can turn your world completely upside down and change your ideals so much.

An image of him flashed clearly through my mind for a moment as I plummeted through another icy cloud, causing wisps of cloud to scatter in random directions and getting a few, small droplets of ice in my face. Clouds really aren't as fluffy and warm as you'd like to believe. It's deceiving the way they way they somehow manage to get you to believe that, just like how I was easily deceived five years ago.

Five years ago...

I was so foolish.

But, I'm paying for it... a pretty high price if you ask me...

And now, I guess I'm going to have to break that vow, won't I?

It's all because of him. I should of never met him. He screwed it all up.

Screwed up everything I worked for, crumbled everything I had built up in a single year.

The wind mercilessly seared my eyes as I titled my heads towards earth and looked down at the vibrant field of flowers I'd be making a decent sized hole in, in about a minute. Colorful shades of green, purple, orange, pink, and every other color I had ever seen in my life specked the entire field... just like that one time, except I won't be laughing, I won't be picking flowers. Actually, truth be told, I won't be doing a whole lot in that field, besides dying in it, and if I'm lucky, maybe paint a few flowers red.

And to think it was only a year ago when I was trying to burn and step on all the flowers I could, only a year ago when I'd smile and dream of the sight of blood. A year ago since I came back. A year ago since I met him.

I inwardly swore at the thought of it all, and thought why. Why'd it have to be me. Why they hated me, why everything I touched ebbed away, why I had to be the girl named Sakura.

I tried to shift my wings a little, and thought briefly for a moment of flying away, and just forget, forget what happened and start a new life, but I knew I couldn't. He'd just find me somehow with his freaky 'sources', and make me pay twice the price I was already paying.

Feathers drifted out of my wings and floated up towards the sun, and I watched, mildly interested, as it drifted out of sight. After all, it was going to be one of the last things I saw.

Humans move up to heaven like that when they die, or at least the good ones anyways, but where am I going to go when I die? Do angels go up to their own heaven... or do we just vanish out of existence...

I decided that I really didn't want to think of that right now, even though this was the last time I'd ever be thinking something, but that suited me just fine.

Bracing myself for impact, I gave the azure sky a last, wistful look and wished I could have just been a normal girl... I closed my eyes for what would probably be the last time, and felt a salty tear escape my eyes and drift up to heaven, illuminated by the warm rays of the sun.

In case you were like, sleeping through the small hints, AND the summary, that was Sakura's point of view. I usually do third point of view, but hey, there's always room for new things. If I do continue this story, most of it will be third point of view. So, like it, hate it, I don't care what you think. Just review it already. Should I continue this story? Only your reviews can tell. So review. Oh, and you know what? I know some of you people that are reading this right now really don't like reviewing, but PLEASE review, especially if you want a new chapter. The more reviews I get... the faster I update, hopefully anyways, since school work is piling up...

I'd bribe you if I could, but sadly, I have nothing to bribe with, and sadly, I have no idea who you people are.

Cathy

Oh. Anyone interested in being a beta testa? Purty please?