Okay! So i'm finally redoing this story! This is the revamped "His Crazy Past, My Insane Future". It will be a little darker than the original, since I'm better at those kind of stories. And they're more fun to write. But as I said, there will be NO OC'S! Got that? I'm taking out the OC's. I'm sorry if you loved Tae, Soren, Ayame, Haruka, and any others I may have added, but they're gone. Sorry.

Disclaimer: All I own is the bit of dirt on the bottom of my shoe- oh wait, this farmer just told me it's his 'land'. Shoot....

It was a beautiful day in the quaint village of Konoha that morning. Birds could be heard singing in the trees as people walked through the streets, occasionally greeting one another. Academy students could be seen running amok at the Ninja Academy, whereas their teachers desperately tried to control their young pupils.

Yes, today was an average day in Konoha, one of peace and joy...

"Damnit! I hate today!"

The birds flew off in a hurry, knowing that if they did not escape in time, they would be the next victim of the young man's anger. Three people, or more specifically, three shinobi stood in a small clearing in the woods, surrounded by various training dummies and wooden targets.

The smallest of the three, and the youngest, stood apart from the other two, heaving deeply as his arms finally fell limp to his side. His chest moved up in down in time with his breathing as his erractic eyes tried to find purchase on something stable. In the end, he chose to stare at the kunai lodged deeply in the tree. As a master, he knew the throw had been most excellent; the weapon was buried so deep into the hard wood, only half the blade was visible and it would take considerable strength tp pull it out. Yet he found no joy or pride knowing that he was the one who had executed the throw.

Standing beside the impaled tree, were the two elder shinobi. One had hair as black as his own, but was wild and in disarry, but could not be tamed by the ponytail he had pulled it back in. Even as it fell down to his back, it stuck out at random places, signalling that it was hair hard to control. His black eyes were considerably lighter than his cousins, choosing to be more of a dark grey than onyx black. He stood beside the female of the team, who stood out with her navy blue hair and eyes. Like her teammate, her hair was wild and pulled back into two uncontrollable pigtails. Adorning her pigtails, attached to the hairbands, were two miniature paper bomb. Anyone who knew at all who she was, knew that they were not fake.

"I don't see why you're so upset," the older man shrugged his shoulders, sighing at his younger cousin's temper, however rare it was," It's only your birthday."

"That's right," the female chipped in," Today is all about you. You should be happy." The younger man simply glared at her in reply.

"Why should I be happy?" he retorted," I hate having attention on me. And today only makes it worse."

At this point, the older man grinned evilly," It's because of your mother, isn't it?"

The younger man opened his mouth to say a witty remark, when another voice cut him off; a highly feminine and much more excited voice.

"Ohhhh! It's finally your sixteenth birthday!" a feminine woman seemingly appeared out of nowhere and latched herself onto her eldest son in a tight embrace," We must make plans for a huge celebration! And we have to include the entire clan! And maybe a few of your ANBU friends!" The boy tried in vain to escape his mother's grasp, but failed miserably as she continued to squeal and rant," I'll even bake a cake and set up decorations!"

"Kaa-san!" the boy finally yelled in frustration, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as his teammates laughed at the scene.

"Stop laughing damnit!"

"Remind me to kill you when we next meet," she growled up at the boy-no, the young man- hovering over her. He seemed entirely menacing from her position where she lied upon the ground, battered and bloody. She knew her arms were useless to stop him, broken as they were. She knew her knee was most likely bent in a horrifying position, but felt no pain in her leg. The nerves were severed and burned. More than one of her ribs were broken, making it near impossible to breath. Other cuts and injuried adorned her body, but she paid them no mind.

The only thing that gave her satisfaction was the man above her fared no better. Blood covered his entire body, both his own and hers. Somehow he stood, even though she had broken his right legs. His left arm hung limply at his side, either paralyzed or broken, she couldn't tell.

"There won't be a next time," he said quietly. Her once emerald eyes blinked and she tried to smirk. She had half expected him to say 'You were a fool to come after me alone. You're as weak and annoying as ever.' It just goes to show how much she knew him.

It was only when he picked his katana up from the ground beside her, did she understand. Yet as he held it threatenly above her, more than ready to end her life, she only felt the lightening feeling of relief, knowing the end of her pain was near.

Smiling slightly, she merely closed her eyes, letting the heavy feeling of sorrow leave her body and soul," That's one thing you're wrong about. I'll find you in Hell."

Above her, he narrowed his eyes. Since when was she not scared of death? Since when did she so easily give in to the inevitable? The girl he had always known fought against all odds, always coming back for more, just like their teammate. She had always refused to accept what could not be changed, believing that strong will and pure unadulterated emotion could conquer everything. With a frown, he realized that this was not the girl he had once known. And somewhere deep in his heart, he knew that he was the reason why the sweet and innocent girl he once protected was long dead and gone.

"No..." his voice came out rough and cracked; he didn't know whether because of the emotion or the blood rising in his throat," We won't ever see each other again. Hell is one place you'll never go."

Dull green eyes shot open to stare at his dull grey eyes. "Kill me and we'll find out," she said, an unknown tone in her voice. That voice was of one who had seen too much fighting and betrayal. One who's love and happiness had been squashed and replaced with hate and sorrow. Her viridian eyes which once sparkled with joy were now rimmed with tears.

"They once told me, when we die,..." she started to speak softly, not realizing that he was hanging onto every word," That all of our dream and hopes are made into reality. They once told me that we are sent back into a time where we were once happy; the memories we'll never let go..."

He hung his head in shame, somehow knowing exactly what years were the happiest for her. The times when he was there. Something thick and heavy settled in his chest, suffocating him and making his eyes blur; he caused the end of that happiness, just like his brother had ended his happiness. Was he truly no better than that monster? In searching for revenge for his own pain, had he truly passed that pain onto someone else? Someone who once loved him?

The katana fell to the ground beside her with a clang. Surprised, she looked up at him, not quite ready to see the tears falling from his own eyes. In an instant, he fell to his knees beside her, reaching out for her. She had the briefest feeling of being moved, before finally realizing that she was lying in his embrace. He clenched her tight to him, letting his tears fall freely.

"I'm sorry," he choked out," Kami, I'm so sorry, Cherry." She let a small smile grace her lips; so he actually remembered the nickname he had given her years ago? Slowly, achingly, her arms moved on their own accord, moving to wrap around his torso, returning his embrace. She knew that she should be screaming in pain, but none of that mattered as she lied in his arms. In response, he held her tighter, afraid that she would disappear from his arms.

"It's okay," she softly whispered to him, wishing she had the strength to stroke his hair and comfort him," I forgive you." He choked on another sob; she knew he felt as if he didn't deserve her forgiveness. "I still love you," she whispered, hardly more than a breath, as she closed her eyes for the final time," Sasuke-kun..."

And they were finally together, finally the way they were supposed to be; in each others embrace and hearts intertwining as one, as they died in each other's arms.