Good morning/afternoon/evening everyone! The name is chakragoddess (formerly aangfan) and I write fanfiction. It's nice to meet you (or see you again).
This is my first multi-chapter Naruto fanfiction and here's my backstory. I love anime and manga. I get hooked on one or the other and follow it religiously and usually, my creative spark gets going, an idea is hatched, and voila, I need to write a fanfiction. Normally my works are in the 20-40 chapter range and just to let you know, I'm an avid fanfic reader as well so I will never leave you hanging with an unfinished work (boy, is that annoying).
I try to keep the author notes to a minimum. I try to post at least weekly. Generally, I excel in everyday-life, romantic-types of fanfictions. I do not usually write about big battles, action scenes, and such. It's just not my forte.
That's a little about what to expect from me. I hope you enjoy my first serious foray into Naruto. Feedback is always welcome (I read every one though I don't usually reply). Just don't tell me how my story should go – if you have a great idea, go write your own!
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Repatriation Definition of REPATRIATEtransitive verb
: to restore or return to the country of origin, allegiance, or citizenship repatriate prisoners of war
— re·pa·tri·ate noun
— re·pa·tri·a·tion noun
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The room was completely still except for the gentle up and down movement of the shinobi's chest as he breathed. Outside the room, someone was pushing a cart down the hallway. A few voices could be heard greeting one another as they passed.
The door clicked and then slowly opened. In walked a kunoichi with short pink hair and bright green eyes. She pulled a chair up next to the unconscious shinobi on the bed. She grabbed his hand and held it as she looked into his bandaged face.
"You're going to be just fine," she told the blonde shinobi. "After what you've been through, you of all people are entitled to a nice, long rest – so don't feel the need rush."
Sakura had been keeping watch over Naruto for the past two days. They were currently in a makeshift medical facility in the southern Land of Lightning, where much of the fighting of the Fourth Shinobi World War had taken place. In one final battle that took place over three days, the war had been won by the Shinobi Alliance. Naruto had been a vital part in the victory. Sakura knew that without him and his power, the war very well might have been lost. At the least, more lives would have been lost.
Ironically, in the massive rescue effort following the conclusion of the battle, it had been Sakura herself that had found Naruto, passed out and bloody, on the battlefield. She was glad that she, a fellow member of the original Team 7, was the one to give him the first comfort and healing after the fight. The thing that surprised her most of all was what else she had found lying next to Naruto.
Sasuke…
She found them both together lying prone on their backs with their eyes closed. Both were wounded and unconscious and she found them nearly hand-in-hand. The first question that popped into her mind was how did Sasuke even come to be here at this battle, and secondly, how did he end up so close to Naruto. Was he still on the Akatsuki's side? Was he trying to kill Naruto and somehow got sidetracked? Or did he do as her gut was telling her – did he come back to support the Leaf after all. And if that was true, what the hell happened to change his mind?
Sasuke was down the hall in the very same building as Naruto, though shinobi guards had been posted just in case he was still an enemy. Sakura swore she'd be the first to get to the bottom of this. From his past actions, everyone should be assuming he was an enemy, but eyewitness accounts of what happened on the battlefield just didn't make sense if that was the case.
Sakura sighed. She laid her arms on the bed and placed her head gently on top of them.
I hope Naruto wakes up soon.
The next thing she felt was a warm hand pressing on her head.
Naruto?
She sat up quickly and looked into his bright blue eyes. He smiled gently at her.
"Naruto!" she yelled and quickly got up so she could embrace him. She was a little rough because of her excitement.
"Ow, ow!" he cried out. "It still hurts, Sakura."
She immediately backed off. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was just….well, I'm very happy to see you are ok."
"You had doubts?" he asked with his usual confidence. "Of course I'm ok. It would take a lot more than the Akatsuki to kill me."
Sakura's expression transitioned from one of happiness at seeing her good friend and teammate wake up to somber once she thought about all the lives that had been lost battling the Akatsuki during the war.
"Naruto, what happened out there? I was the one that found you…and Sasuke was right th -."
"I couldn't have done it without Sasuke," he quickly interrupted. "Did he survive? Is he here?"
"He fared about the same as you," said Sakura. "I found him passed out right next to you. He's here – just down the hall."
"That's good," said Naruto, smiling once again and relaxing back into his pillow. "Now maybe I can finally convince him to come home with us."
"Are you back on that again?" she asked.
"No, you don't understand, Sakura. He's on our side again. You should have seen him out there," explained Naruto.
"How on earth can you know that for sure?" asked Sakura. "How many years did we try to bring him home thinking he would come willingly when it turned out he was too strong and too adamant to stay with Orochimaru or the Akatsuki or even his own team of misfits?"
"Let me tell you what happened out there and you can make up your own mind," said Naruto.