*Last Edited: June 12, 2012

Title: One Last Chance

Summary: For the first time in her life, Sakura would not be the weak link. A time-travel fict.

Author: River Flows Backwards

Beta: None, but searching

Beware: The first chapter of this is going to be a little bit cliche unfortunately, but after this my story is not going to be like anything else that you have ever read before

Important Notes: This is my first fanfiction: questions, comments, suggestions, flames, cookie recipes, and grammar corrections are all welcome! Anonymous reviews have been enabled for those of you who do not have an account or want it. If you see any flaws (major or minor) please tell me! Enjoy~!

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Prologue

Sakura stared at the corpse in horror, her mind unable to take in what she saw.

'It's not real. None of it. Any of it.'

Bloody mud stuck to her boots and made a soft, squelching sound as she stumbled towards him and a chocked sound clawed its way out of her throat as she desperately wished that she was just dreaming and would wake up to Naruto and Kakashi; waiting for her at the training grounds with a grin and a lazy wave. Like normal.

Like before Naruto had been dead for nearly three months; before consecutively defeating two immensely powerful opponents. He'd recovered from his battle with Nagato easily, but it was Madara who ended him. The battle was one that still amazed her to think of. It was one unlike anything she'd seen before or heard of… and it concluded with the blond injured horribly, and bleeding so much, and, somehow, with chakra so depleted even the fox and Sakura combined could do nothing to save her friend.

She had been inconsolable for weeks afterward.

She barely did a thing other than training and missions until one day Kakashi had knocked on her apartment door, dragged her out, and told her in a flat voice that Konoha was already moving on and she needed to as well.

So Sakura did, and stopped mourning her best friend, and things were okay…

But only for a little while.

Because just when things truly were better he came.

Lost, hurting, vengeful, once beloved; Sasuke came with Team Taka and he finally got his revenge when he razed the weakened village to the ground. Konoha fell. Almost everyone was dead this time with no Rinnegan wielder to fix it – even Sai who, by a stroke of luck, landed the killing blow on Sasuke that ended the very last Uchiha – and as Sasuke met his end by a ninjatō to the head, Sai lay dying with the avenger's Kusanagi through his heart.

Sakura found that she didn't at all care when Sasuke's breathing stopped and the onyx eyes she used to find so beautiful lost their light.

Kakashi was the last of her team to die, right in front of her at this moment, defending her from the last of Team Taka with a chidori that he shouldn't have had the chakra for. The blood that had spilled across the ground as he ended the life of a raging Karin had matched the color of her hair and his sharingan eye perfectly. He'd only gotten the chance to give a soft sigh before dying from chakra exhaustion.

It didn't connect. This… was impossible. Because if Kakashi was dead… and Karin and Saskuke, Tsunade, Sai, Ino, everyone.

She was the last one left.

"No," she whispered. "Please, no."

Kakashi's silver hair was matter with dirt and blood, his eyes closed as if in slumber.

A slowly rising wail echoed across the ruins that was Konoha, the only sound in the finally still and silent battlegrounds.

She screamed at the sky, so angry and sad and her eyes burned as tears cuts down her cheeks and her wounds stung horribly, and this wasn't fair. None of it was fair.

She cursed Kami, and all that she had brought upon her and her village, and ranted and screamed in the middle of wreckage and corpses until her voice gave out, and no more tears would come.

If only she had been stronger… maybe she could have changed something. She could have killed Sasuke or healed Naruto, or stopped that Oto ninja from slitting Ino's throat.

But she wasn't.

"Again," she whispered suddenly. Her voice was scratchy as she prayed to the Kami that she had just been denouncing. "Let me do this again. Let me fix this. I can fix this. I can be strong. I can stop this… Kami-sama please!"

At first nothing happened, and Sakura hung her head, unable to see through the tears pouring down her face as she waited pathetically for her end. But then…

… she heard it.

Once more…. A voice whispered.

And all was black.

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