A/N: Alright, so what happens is Sakura sort of doesn't know who she is, and only remembers one thing from the first eight years of her life. Ever since then, she wondered around. One day, when she's thirteen, she comes to Konoha and is finds out a bit about herself! She meets Naruto, Sasuke, and the rest too. What'll happen? And why the heck can't she remember anything? And, what's this? A love triangle?! Ah, god, things are complicated enough! NarutoxSakuraxSasuke

Fallen

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

I remember. Even though it is already eight years ago, I still remember. The funny thing is it's the only thing that I can remember in the first eight years of my life. My first memory was from when I was five.

I had a mom, a dad, and a brother who was two years older. I understand that much. I think that we had a simple life. My mom was wearing an outfit that only ninja would wear, a uniform and a weird mask. The same went for my dad. I don't know what their faces were like, but my mom's hair was pink, and my dad's was dark red. I probably got my freakishly weird hair color from her.

I was asking my mom to tell me a story.

"Mommy!" I said in a whiney voice. "Mommy, tell me that story again. Please?"

"Geez, Sakura!" came the voice behind the mask. "I just told you yesterday."

"Well, I want to hear it again!" I'd said stubbornly, putting my tiny hands on my hips.

She sighed and I knew that I'd won. "Fine," she said. "Listen closely. Long ago, nine demons existed, walking around the place and leaving death and destruction behind them. Even though hundreds of people and armies tried, they weren't able to overpower a single one. The demons were just too strong. But one day someone found out a way to suppress them; he sealed one of the demons into his own wife. The other demons were quickly sealed into others, and people began to start living peacefully at long last. Everyone but the demons inside of them that is, or the Jinchuuriki. No one forgot what it was like when the demons were at large; no one could forget what they had done to them. They mistrusted those people, and that mistrust turned into hate. They were treated as if they were animals, or monsters. As if they weren't even human," she said bitterly.

"Why?" I asked her. "Those people weren't the ones who killed and hurt people. So why would they treat them like that?"

"Weakness," she answered me. "By treating their own fellow humans like that, in the end, those people were the monsters."

"What happens when the Jinchuuriki die?" I wondered out loud.

"They're sealed into someone else," she told me.

"Have you ever met one?"

"No," she said. "Never."

I stopped in my tracks on the dirt path I was walking on.

"It's been eight years, huh? Since I was five then, and I'm thirteen now, it's been eight years," I said to myself. I wasn't sure how, but I'm a ninja. I've been one since my first memory after I was five. It was five years ago.

I'd waken up on a really big branch at the top of a tree, and all I had was a necklace with a circular red-ring crest, my clothes (obviously) and a bag full of ninja supplies.

Not knowing where to go home to, I just started traveling. It was so strange. When I was attacked, I'd be able to fend them off without much effort, even though the attackers were a lot bigger than me.

I was able to heal injuries with chakra, a word I somehow remember from long ago. I could feed and take care of myself fine. I'd lived and grown up, healthier than most people.

Even so, I was always lonely. I didn't make any friends. Wild animals liked me for some reason. I could play with them and smile at them, and even pet them. But I couldn't really have a conversation with one. Not a real conversation, where someone can talk back to you.

Right now, I had no idea where I was.

Don't tell me you got us lost? A voice in my head asked me, sounding irritated.

Fine, I won't tell you, I thought back.

Don't give me that crap, Sakura! The yelled at me angrily. I'm you! I know what's going on!

Then why ask, Inner me?

Inner me: Because I can!

Whatever, I replied. You know, I still don't get why you can think for yourself, if you really are me. I mean what the heck? Does that mean I have two consciousnesses in one body or something?

Inner me: Because I'm awesome that way!

You sound like such a dork.

Inner me: I dare you to say that again!

You should know better than to do that, I thought. I never turn down a dare.

Inner me: …humph!

Look, just be quiet for a second. Don't you think it's kind of weird that nobody's around?

Inner me: What the heck? You tell me to be quiet then you ask me a question. Make up your mind!

Just answer the question!

Inner me became more serious.

Probably…we're near that place.

What place? I asked curiously. I swear, how could she know something I don't if we're the same person? It was so screwed up.

Inner me: Sakura. Doesn't this place seem familiar to you?

I paused and looked around, paying attention to my surroundings more closely. Now t hat you mention it…, yeah.

Inner me: alright, Sakura. Just keep on walking down this path. Try not to draw any attention to yourself; be casual.

I nodded, and walked. Everything did seem familiar. But I don't remember ever being here. Then again, there are a lot of things that I don't remember, I thought.

After a while, I stopped. I was standing in front of a big gate. There was a sign next to it that said: Konoha; the Village of the Hidden Leaf.

I walked up to the gates. Then I walked in.

"Hello," said a male voice on my left. "Welcome to Konoha." I looked at the man, seeing a guy with a green vest and a bandage across his nose. "Is this your first time here?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Well, come over here, then. I need you to sign this piece of paper. It let's us know who's coming in and out of Konoha, you know," he said apologetically. I walked over to him. He handed me a clip board, with a bunch of lines under the words Name, then Original Village, then Ninja, then Age/Birthday and last Time In/Out.

"Um…so, I'm supposed to fill this out?" I asked. He nodded. "But, I can't…," I told him a bit helplessly.

"Why?" he asked me, sounding more suspicious.

"I don't know a lot of these…," I said, blushing. I must've sounded so stupid, not knowing my own home village or your own birthday. I knew how old I was only because I knew I was five during my first memory, and the next one was from when I was eight.

"I see," he said distrustfully. "Well, fill out what you can. Then we'll decide whether or not we need to involve the ANBU in it.

I did as I was told. First I wrote Sakura. I didn't know my last name, so my first name would have to do. I skipped Original Village and went on to Ninja, where I put yes. For Age I put thirteen, and I put the date and time after asking bandage boy.

When I gave it back to him, he looked over it. "You forgot to put your last name, and your birthday. And you didn't write the Original Village, either."

"I didn't forget," I told him. "I just don't know what they are." His eyes widened a bit, and then narrowed suspiciously.

"Okay, then. I guess I do need to get the ANBU. They won't hurt you unless they have to, but they're going to have to do some digging, so it'll probably take a while," he told me. I wondered how the heck such a normal day could end up like this in five minutes flat.

These guys in weird, but familiar masks came. They were like the ones that mom and dad had, but all of them were different. Those masks…? Why?

After a chat with bandage boy, the masked dudes took my hand and began to walk me somewhere. I suddenly found myself in the arms of this dude when he jumped to the highest window of a huge building.

"Lady Tsunade," he said. "This girl wants to come into the village, but she claims to have no idea what her birthday, last name, and original village are. She's a ninja, though."

Tsunade looked up at him. "I see," she said. "Bring her in." They brought me into her office. "For starters, who are you?" she asked.

"Sakura," I told her. "Why don't you know your last name or any of the other things Yamato said you didn't?" she asked me. "I don't know," I told her. "My earliest memory is from when I was five. But it's only one memory. The next one happens eight years later. I'm on a tree, alone, in a forest. With this," I said, pulling out my necklace from under my shirt.

Her eyes widened. "That's…the Haruno crest," she said. "Then…Shizune!" she called. A young woman at her left said "Yes?" "Look up a file for Sakura Haruno. Hurry up!" Tsunade said.

Was that my name? Was I Sakura Haruno?

Shizune came back with a file in hand, and handed it to Tsunade. Tsunade took it and opened it. "It says," Tsunade said. "That Sakura Haruno went missing when the most skilled family in the Haruno clan was murdered." Murdered?! "Hers was the only body out of the four that couldn't be found," she said. "Her description says she has pink hair, emerald eyes, and considerable talent in the art of the ninja. Well, then. That's settled. Welcome back home, Sakura Haruno!" she said.

Eh?!