-1Warnings: Rated M for language violence and sexy situations ;)

Well I was going to add a long pre-chapter rant but it will come at the end. Sorry for shortness!

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Haruno Sakura, one of the most powerful and beautiful kunoichi ever to grace the shinobi nations, buckled one final strap against the shin guard of her sandal. Her soft, luxurious pink locks hung limp down her back slicked with sweat, a product of the night before. She sat gracefully on the edge of the mattress acutely aware of the man slumbering man behind her. Breathing deeply she turned around and rested a knee on the bed comfortably taking in the amazing sight of him.

The tangled, warm and damp sheet rested lightly over his legs barely covering the waistline. Her lustrous jade eyes took in every detail. Itachi's black hair was fanned out beneath him, one arm was slung across his chest while the other rested at his side revealing scars of the past that held many varied memories. The cherry blossom shivered in pure delight at the memory of the night before. To be quite frank it had been the most mind blowing sex of her 24 year old life. Her legs ached slightly along with her memories. Sighing she gave into aching desire and brushed away a strand of his hair from his face. He may have been wrong in so many ways but if Uchiha Itachi had been right about one thing it was that giving in was perfectly healthy.

Suddenly his eyes fluttered open and he sat up to gaze at her and smirk. She met his gaze respectably. He knew she had given up being a person who was told what to do, and she knew that he had shown her more than any other person in this cruel bloodthirsty world could. Softly he brushed some hair out of her face and kissed her slowly. She returned the kiss and when they pulled away she stood and grabbed her pack moving toward the window.

Before she slid off the window frame and into the coming dawn she heard: "Don't look back." And she answered with a quippy: "Never think twice."

With that she slipped out the window, her chakra signature disappearing along with her. Itachi smirked to himself and launched a kunai at the window. It slammed shut.

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Three months later….

"Gone…she's gone…WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE?!" roared a furious blonde woman. Kakashi ducked as a very large desk was hurled in his direction, and Sasuke pulled Naruto down out of the way and onto the floor. "Tsunade it took us forever to locate that base and when we got there, the only traces of her was a discarded cloak and an old ring, she's gone, she left."

Tsunade froze for a moment, moved as if to take a step toward Kakashi then sat down on the window sill and to the three men's amazement…she began to cry. "It's all my fault…this whole mess is my fault, if I had done something about her parents…she wouldn't have gotten so…hopeless."

Kakashi looked down. "What now?" asked a seething Naruto. Tsunade placed her head in her hands. "I guess now…I guess we have no choice but to declare her a missing-nin."

As these words passed her lips Naruto's blood red eyes dilated and he let out a yell, revealing white fang-like canines. Then he promptly punched a hole in the wall sending the walls of the room crashing down around their ears.

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"Hey guys. How's the wife Ikamo?" Three men looked up at the newcomer and greeted him with hearty slaps on the back. "Eh you hear about that crazy-ass ninja girl?"

The other men grew quieter and their speaking reduced to mumbles inside the smoky tavern. The largest of them leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Yeah, she robbed the Raikage and gave all that he stole from the villagers back to the villagers themselves, then to make sure he didn't steal from them again the crazy ass bitch bashed his head in, making him swear not to do it again."

"And he listened?!"

"He said he knew she could have killed him."

"That kind of scares me…but in a way it makes me feel good that some of these damned shinobi are getting their asses handed to them…makes me glad to see that they're being put in their place."

"And by another shinobi nonetheless."

"The world's gone fucking insane…"

These mutterings and pointless gossip continued and a young woman in the corner smirked. She wore dark grey and black clothing. Anyone who would have looked close enough could have seen that they were a shinobi's getup. Black skirt, black netting under that, black zip-up shirt, pink locks hanging loose and long down her back. The young woman was truly beautiful, her eyes held a light behind him not often seen in the world, their jade green depths held an insight that she had sacrificed much to acquire. Yes Haruno Sakura had given up everything to become who she now was, but the girl never once regretted it.

Downing the last of her sake she stood up and exited the tavern. On her way past a table of rowdy men one brave man reached out and placed a bold hand on her backside. He grinned and the pink-haired woman stopped in her tracks. Blindingly fast her hand shot out, grasped his wrist an broke his arm with minimal effort. He screamed and fell back panting.

Without another action against him she left.

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The cold descended upon Sakura as she walked down the streets of the raggedy little village just inside the Lightning Country's border. Her pack was slung across her shoulders and a traveling cloak was wrapped around her swaying as she walked. These past three months had been…wonderful. The strong kunoichi finally had her freedom. She was finally her own person.

After leaving the Akatsuki she had traveled south for a while skirting the leaf border finally resting a while in Grass Country. While she lingered there she decided to become a vigilante of sorts, like so many other lone shinobi out there. She had always had a defined sense of right and wrong, always had a definite definition of the word justice. It made her heart ache to see how so many people had suffered injustice at the hands of ninja and the Kages, the people who lived under their ninja protectors were sometimes cruelly, even inhumanely, treated.

Families had been robbed, wives and daughters raped, houses burned down. All for the sake of someone a little higher up on the political ladder. Sakura was not going to stand for it and for the present she focused most of her energies into aiding the innocent.

At times she mocked herself for the oh so very cliché lifestyle she now upheld. She would laugh at how typical her efforts were, but at the same time carried out her business with all seriousness. Whether the shinobi nation liked it or not, she was making a difference.

The young woman paused at the threshold of the village entrance and looked back into the streets. It had begun to snow slightly, the crystalline flakes alighting on her softly. For a moment Itachi flashed through her mind, his cocky attitude, his assured skills…strawberries…

Stubbornly she pushed these thoughts away and continued walking out of the village. The last thing she wanted was Itachi sneaking into her life and disrupting every aspect of it like he had done all those months before. In a way she guessed she had to thank him for causing her to become who she was now…the jade-eyed kunoichi snorted at the fact that she had probably caved into one of his mind games after all…but somehow...she really didn't mind.

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Well there it is folks, there is the final installment of this story. I know this is a horribly cliché ending, but forgive me my transgressions! This was how I vaguely planned the story to end. It was more of a 'finding yourself' fic than anything else but I hope I worked the ItaSaku into it as well as I had hoped. Please review and if enough people request it I might consider a sequel…but I'm not sure yet.

----Hugs kisses and much giving out of pancakes---

Kakashi'sGirl101