Zutto Isshoni Itai Chapter 5: Day One, a naruto fanfic

New chapter! Thank for all your reviews, I love hearing from you! ^^ I got a couple of ideas, and I read all of them and took them into consideration. I can't believe it took me almost a month to complete. I'm sorry guys. However, this chapter is longer than my others. This will most likely be the average chapter length (or longer).

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Zutto Isshoni Itai

.:Chapter 3: Day One:.

.:SAKURA:.

"Oh, right. I didn't tell you. Sasuke found out and murdered her."

A chill runs down my spine. I could face the same fate as this young woman. This is serious. Not just because there's a war on front, but you mess up, you slip up, he notices you, you die.

No sweat Sakura.

- Haruno Sakura [thinking], Tsunade [speaking]

- Princess Hana (Zutto Isshoni Itai, Chapter 2)

"Any questions? Worries? Possible dilemmas?" Tsunade asks me, her voice calm.

How can she be calm?!?! I MIGHT FUCKING DIE HERE, thank you very much.

Despite my thoughts, which point likewise, I shake my head.

"Good," Tsunade tells me, and she begins to look through this stack of papers. "Say, Sakura, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" she asks me.

"No-o." I lengthen out the word, thinking of any possibility of why she might ask me that question.

"Good. You'll begin your mission tomorrow. I expect you to set out at dawn."

There is a plethora of things I could yell at Tsunade right now, but I choose: "Whatever."

Lamest retort ever.

I mean, seriously? Tomorrow, I have to- wait, I don't have anything to do. I hang my head in silence.

"Anything else, you wish to tell me, Tsunade-sama?" I ask, praying to Kami that there's none.

My prayers are answered. "No, other than, be careful."

Gee, what wonderful words of reassurance.

I walk out of Tsunade's office, fingering the grey mark from my new jutsu. Tomorrow, I'm leaving. I might never see Konoha again.

That minor thought makes me look around. I notice the colored leaves falling down the giant oak trees in the village. A cooling breeze blows my rose hair in the wind. I love fall. It's so beautiful here in Konoha. Men and women walk down the streets, pulling their children along home. They don't know we might have a war upon our shoulders. I wish I could be as clueless. The shouts of many jutsu, some I've never heard of, echo in the wind from many ninja training. I kind of expect to hear the shout of "RASENGAN!" coming from a certain hyper blond idoit. Or maybe said idiot and Sai arguing about Naruto's dick. Hah. I might actually miss that once I'm away. As a leaf blows in my face, I think I hear a crackle of lightning and the cry of "Chidori!"

Wait- what?

I look around but he is nowhere in sight. I sigh. Sasuke's gone, Sakura, I think.

Stop thinking of him! You survived for four years without him, don't tell me you're gonna get all "boo-hoo-hoo-WAAH!" now! Inner Sakura yells at me.

Funny, I haven't heard her since Sasuke was around.

It was fake. Not real, I tell myself.

Even though I've told myself otherwise, I think I might be anticipating to see him. A tear rolls down my face. Those were the good ole days. With Sasuke around. . . I remember all the stupid things I'd done to get him to notice me, and I'll never be with him.

Whoa! Don't tell me ya still have feelings for that asshole! He left you on a bench! He LIED!

I think the Inner Me has a point. Sasuke promised he'd come get me after he killed his brother (check). He didn't. I'm still waiting. What if Sasuke lied? What if he just made that crappy promise to get me to stop pestering him, so he could leave. Now that I'm thinking of it, it does seem plausible. I mean, I was useless back then. Why would he need me? I was just some stupid, whorey fangirl.

Okay, maybe I wasn't a whore, but I'll bet you a hundred yen that that's what Sasuke thought. The promise. . . it was all meaningless. He didn't care, he never will.

I never realized I was crying until an all-too-familiar voice said:"Hey, Sakura-chan why are you crying?"

"I'M NOT CRYING YOU BAKA!!!!" I yelled as I punched Uzumaki Naruto (duh, who else?), sending him flying. Quickly, I dried my eyes, hoping it wouldn't seem like I was crying.

"Ow. That hurt Sakura-chan." Naruto rubbed his arm as he stumbled/walked/limped over to me. "What did I ever do to you?" he asked, looking down at me with innocent blue eyes. Since I didn't reply, Naruto kept on talking. "So, you doing anything now? 'Cause I'm inviting you (and Kakashi, bleh) to Ichiraku's. . . Oh,. . . and Sai too, apparently."

I laughed. "What happened now?"

Naruto gave me an odd look, then stared at the ground. "You don't wanna know."

"I'm your teammate, too!"

"So you're coming? 'Cause that would be great! I wouldn't want to be caught eating with Kakashi, I might look gay. And with Sai. . . well, I just hate him. Period."

I really wanted to say yes, to pretend this just any normal day, with just the four of us, eating and hanging out at Ichiraku's, believe me, I did. But I just couldn't. I shook my head, "Sorry Naruto, but I have a top-secret mission I have to do for Tsunade-sama tomorrow, and I want to be prepared you know?"

Naruto's smile fell. "Oh, okay, that's . . . fine. Yeah, you have to get going. Sorry for wasting your time." He slumped and walked away.

"I'm really sorry, Naruto!" I yelled after him. Guiltiness engulfed me, who knows when I might see them again?

Bad choice, Sakura.

Day One

Beep!

"Ugh," I groan as my fist smashes my alarm clock. Oh well, I won't really need it anymore. I swing my feet out of bed and begin to get dressed. Today's the day.

I get all nervous, what will this mission be like? After brushing my teeth, I grabbed a bright red apple and of course, a bag which a packed a bunch of things a girl will need for stalking-I mean spying. What can I say? I'm prepared.

Tsunade meets me at the gate, smiling like she's all proud of me. I wish I could be that confident. But hey, when you're signing you death sentence, who in their right mind would be confident?

"Ready, Sakura?" Tsunade asks me.

I nod.

"Good. You have everything you need, right?"

Another simple nod.

"Great. I guess you're ready to go."

That's it?! What the hell? You might fucking die here! Inner Sakura is coming back. Meaning: Not good. I haven't even started using the damn new jutsu and it's already screwing me up. I go one word for this: Lovely.

Reluctantly, I move forward, trying to show Tsunade I can do this.

You can't.

Doubt.

Fear.

Day Two

Nervousness.

Satisfied.

Safe.

Or not. . .?

Sunlight shines in my eyes.

I made it, I think, I actually managed to stay alive! Now, let's just keep that up for. . .um, the rest of the time you'll be stalking-I mean- spying on Sasuke.

Okay, I'll be honest right here, right now. I didn't spy on him. Instead, I created a shelter out of logs and fished for food. I was nervous. What if Sasuke sees me and kills me? Or, what if I get all fan-girly? Or. . .. The possibilities are endless! I don't think I'll Be able to list-let alone think- them all.

Sakura, you're just overreacting.

I wish.

Or maybe that could be true. I had spent of all yesterday night trying to master this jutsu. It could just be playing around with my head.

Wait a second. . .does that mean I'm crazy?

Oh. My. Kami. I am using a jutsu that is driving me insane? Who knows what kind of crazy stuff I'll do? I'd mess up the mission! I'd start a war! Dammit, dammit, dammit! How could I be so stupid? I blame Naruto for being a baka, but am I any better?

Is this even me?

Or is it just my mind?

Am I. . .delusional?

Is this just a dream?

Or reality?

Confusion.

Fear.

Insanity.

Distrust.

Nervousness.

Shame.

Hysteria.

Worry.

Don't think like that, I tell myself, stay calm. If you don't. . .. I didn't want to hear the rest. The consequences, I already knew.

My hand ran over the mark. Could this little thing possibly do all this?

I shake my head, my pink locks blowing in the faint, morning wind, trying to shake the thoughts away. I shoul b eating breakfast, but I decide to start my mission. The sooner, I end it, the less insane I'll be.

I hope.

Remembering the handsigns to the invisibility jutsu, and my image disappears from human eyes.

It's pretty early to begin my task, but the darker it is the better, ne? Suddenly, I wish I had a map of this place, because I can't remember where I am. Just go with your instincts. Ha-ha. 'Wish it would be that easy, no? Kami-sama must hate me, for sure. I trudge up a slight hill, because, according to my instincts, it seems like a good place to hide an evil group of teenagers out to destroy a village.

As I reach the top, I realize, I wasn't it small as it looked. So glad I'm a ninja.

Zutto isshoni itai.

"No!" I cry out, "No! No! No!"

Not that. Please don't remind me of that cheating, lying, good-for-nothing, motherfucking bastard, son of a banshee-

Speaking of cheating, lying, good-for-nothing, motherfucking bastard, son of a banshee, I hear faint voices. I run as fast as I can muster to see a red-headed girl, two boys and. . .

Oh.

My.

Kami.

It's him.

I wish to run closer, to hear what they're saying, but if I do, I'll have a mental breakdown. And no, it's not just because Sasuke-I mean he- looks like a god (okay, maybe a little.. . . . Okay, maybe a lot), but I don't want to be reminded of that.

If it were back in the good ole days, I would've passed out on the spot.

But I don't.

Because I'm Haruno Sakura, top medic-nin and apprentice of the Godaime Hokage, Tsunade-sama. I just don't pass out. I did that as a genin, and obsessed Sasuke-fangirl. Stupid infatuations. I was weak.

Now, now I'm strong. I will not pass out.

Especially because of godly looks and empty childhood promises.

Oh, and the fact, that my emotions are screwed.

I squint to try to read their lips, but I have to hear the words they are saying. Slowly, and ever so carefully, tip-toe to the site.

"Ya, sure they won't know? I mean-" the white-haired boy with shark-like fangs says.

"Hai. I am sure, Suigetsu," Sasuke cuts off, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice. Like he's had this conversation before.

"Of course, they won't see what's coming!" the red-head snaps, "Right, Sasu-ke."

Damn it, I wanna bitch slap the little bitch right now.

The white-haired dude-Suigetsu?-rolls his amethyst eyes and mutters somthing, which I understand as "Kiss-ass". I step closer and-

Crack!

My invisbile foot cracks a twig.

"What was that?" the red-head ask.

Oh, no! No! No! No! This can't be happening!

Before they can figure it out, I run as fast as I can away from the sight. My breathing speeds up, and my vision blurs up. I honestly don't give a fuck. Roots and branches tug at my feet threatening to slow me down. Pain runs through my whole body, and the only sound I can hear the beating of my heart, which doesn't calm me down a bit. I run wildly, not taking interest in direction, just wanting to get away.

"Ah!" I breathe as I reach my 'camp'.

I lie down on the hard floor and close my eyes.

I'm safe.

Paranoia.

What if the followed me? I think. What if they could sense my chakra and are on my trail right now? My fist swings back to punch my 'camp house' down, but then I realize-what if they can hear me? I'm just leading them to me doom.

My eyesight still fuzzy, I pick up as many logs as I can, kicking the others aside.

I begin to run, not caring about anything else. My breathing turns ragged, and I can barely see where I am going. Fear and panic run throught my head, my body. My heartbeat accelerates. I feel as if I am breathing through a thin straw, the only difference between life and death.

Branches hit my arm, tree roots make me stumble. A log hits my face, leaving sting that hurts like hell. Bugs swarm and bite me. I let out a yelp and kick off a leech, but I don't stop.

Must get away. Must get away. Forget everything. Focus on the now.

Get away.

Run.

I take as many detours as possible, in attempt to confuse them.

"WAAH!" I scream as I fall atop my logs. They go flying everywhere. I start panting and roll over on my back. The sound of running water mixes in my head with the thumps of my beating heart.

Water.

I roll over and come face to face with a small stream. The first thing I see is my reflection-and I loathe it.

A girl with messy pink hair, bangs covering her scratched up face. And I mean scratched. Cuts are all over it, with blood mixing along with tears of glass. They roll helplessly into the water. A large gash runs down her porcelain cheek, the glassy blood is most there.

Her emerald eyes, are large and wild. Cuts and scrapes-some minor, some major- cover her arms and clothing. She looks hideous, like she's been living in the wild, like some wild animal that isn't in the books.

And the scariest thing about her is. . .that-that's me.

Tears roll down more. I try to stop them, but I find that little feat impossible.

My hand runs up to my cut. Just the mere touch of it and it already stings.

I need to heal myself, but I don't think I have the energy to.

". . .And you can only use it by limited restrictions."

"Which are?"

"You will know. Your jutsu will start to malfunction and you'll begin feeling drowsy. Become visible immediately and rest until you feel like you can use it again. Got it?"

Check.

I don't know how I did it, but I must have released the jutsu somehow back at camp. Everything feels like it happened eons ago.

Slowly, I take off my clothes and step into the stream.

"Ack!" The water is too cold, or maybe it's just the cuts. I try to heal myself.

How could you be so damn stupid? You should've watched where you were stepping, dammit! Inner Sakura yells at me. She yells other stuff, but I dismiss her sayings. I don't need that talk now.

Day Three

Rest. [Check]

Heal. [Eh, more or less.]

Think. [I'll try.]

Strategize. [I'll try that too.]

Day Four

Now that, I've healed (sort of, since I still ahve that gash across my cheek) I decide to continue to spy on Sasuke's little team. And hopefully, it will go better than last time.

I sneak up the hill to Sasuke's camp. This is too easy, I think. Too easy.

Sasuke and his teammates seem to be bickering again. They won't see me coming (well, duh, I am invisible).

But, it was I that didn't see it coming.

My hand covers my mouth before I can scream, as the ground suddenly collapses, pulling me in with it.

Calm down, Sakura, this happens. Just slowly pull yourself out and-

Nets fall down apon me, tying me to the earth.

This is no natural sinkhole. This is an artifial trap.

Made just for spies, I think. In other words: me.

I was kidnapped. My mission has officialy failed.

I struggle to fight through the ropes, which I learn that they are made of chakra. That can only mean that my trapper-kidnapper, if I must-is close.

Oh, damn it. Kami-sama, please help me.

I close my eyes, wishing this is all a dream.

My eyes flutter open, and instead of my camp, I am seeing the face of none other than him.

Uchiha Sasuke.

My childhood crush.

My enemy.

Fear.

Failure.

Anticipation.

Anger.

Frustration.

Nervousity.

Shame.

Desire?

Lust?

But I'm not that kind of girl. Or am I. . .?

If you don't understand, the words in Italics are her emotions (usually). Well, how was it?

Ooh, what a cliffhanger.

I just love to torture my favorite victims-I mean characters. Muahahaha. ;)

Review, please! :D Remember about the lemon talk! (look at first A/N) I really want to hear from you! Also, I have a poll about that on my profile. Even if you leave a review, please vote! That way I can keep track. If you're an anonymous reviewer, please, still tell me what you prefer, and I'll keep track of you guys too, seperately. Please note: I did not, and will not, vote in this poll. Fans ONLY, must vote.

And, as you can all see, I changed the summary, and changed one of the genres to drama, since not much adventure will happen, after all, Sakura's already kidnapped.

Oh, and if you see any spelling errors, blame my laptop. I'll fix them later, when it decides to work with me.

~Jessi/Jess/Jessica/Princess Hana/whatever, it's me!