EDITED 5/2/2017

IMPORTANT NOTE: ALL OF THE CHAPTERS OF THIS FANFIC ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED AS I HAVE DECIDED TO START UPDATING AGAIN. READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

Hey guys this is my first ever fanfic. In all honesty Im not much of a writer but I get these crazy ideas about anime and books so I decided I just needed to write them down. These are 2 of my favourite anime. I hope you enjoy the story line. Any tips or pointers on how to write better will be much appreciated. Please be kind :)

I do not own Naruto or One piece.

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She couldn't believe it. He was dead. Their hope, their light had been taken from them. But not just by anyone, he was taken by his best friend, her first crush and their former team mate.

She held him in her arms as blood trickled out from the hole that now punctured his abdomen and the deep cut that was in bedded in his thigh. She could see the green glow of her chakra waning as she pushed her chakra to the limits trying to seal the wounds closed.

She knew the truth though.

She couldn't save him.

She was weak and she had always been weak.

She looked towards the night sky praying that this was just a nightmare, that she would wake up and see the light in his bright cerulean eyes that were now faded to a dull blue. That he would smile at her like he used to or that Tsunade-shishou would arrive and everything would be okay. She would heal him. But all she saw was a crimson moon shedding light on the land littered with the bodies of her fallen comrades.

As her gaze lowered and the chakra in her hands ceased, she looked to the battle between her sensei and the person responsible for his death.

How could he do this? Weren't they nakama?

She should have trusted her gut when he first appeared, but she had been so hopeful and Naruto had been so confident. She relied on him again. She believed that Naruto could change him. That Naruto could fix things and everything would go back to how it used to be.

If only he could see! But it was too late. Sasuke had been lost to them long ago and now he had taken Naruto with him too.

She could feel the tears begin to rush to her eyes and she held back a sob as they began to stream down her face. She gently caressed his face before lifting her hand higher to close his eyes.

I'm sorry, Naruto. She thought. If only I had been stronger I could have saved you. I'm so sorry. She cried softly to herself before slowly getting to her feet.

She could feel the muscles aching in her legs as she stood straight with her shoulders hunched and her short pink locks hanging in front of her eyes. She slowly pushed her remaining chakra around her body, feeling out how much she had left. She barely had any chakra left after trying to heal Naruto, but she didn't need much for what she was planning to do.

She couldn't just leave everything to Kakashi. She knew deep down that if he were to kill Sasuke he would never forgive himself. And now that Naruto was gone, Kakashi didn't have the privilege of drowning himself in his own sorrows. This was war and the village would need him once it was over.

Sakura would take care of Sasuke. He was no longer the boy she had fallen in love with and he hadn't been for a long time. Sakura would save him from himself, just like she had planned to do before the war. But this time she would strengthen her resolve. She could no longer rely on Naruto to save her. She would stop being a cry baby and start acting like a real shinobi.

She clenched her hand into a fist and lifted her head to observe the fight between Kakashi and Sasuke while shifting her legs into her usual fighting position. This was no longer about team seven. They were in a war and she sure as hell wasn't going to let him destroy the hope they now had for peace in the future.

She took off in a sprint towards the battle not bothering to conceal her chakra because of how low it was. As she got closer she narrowed her eyes, analyzing the battle scene.

She watched as both Kakashi and Sasuke charged each other with their chidori. Despite his outward appearance, Sasuke seemed to have the upper-hand in the battle. Kakashi had already battled and defeated Tobi as well as lead the third division into battle. He looked exhausted, his breathing was ragged and he seemed to be holding his side from a possible stab wound. Sasuke was covered in blood but judging from his regal posture he didn't seem to have as many wounds and if he did, he was hiding them well.

They withdrew from each other and both pulled out kunai getting ready to charge again but before they could she saw Kakashi say something before falling to his knees. As Sasuke began to walk slowly towards Kakashi while drawing his katana, Sakura chose this moment to charge into the fight.

She gathered half of her remaining chakra into her feet to increase her speed. She was only a meter away before Sasuke suddenly turned to face her while she was mid-air with her fist raised. He lifted his blade in her direction piercing her through the stomach as she was unable to stop her momentum.

Sakura could feel a sudden numbness in her stomach where the Kusanagi had pierced through her and hoped to attribute it to blood loss, but when she looked down to judge the damage she couldn't help how her mouth twisted into a grim line. Streams of white hot lightning were being conducted through the blade into her body, paralyzing her. She looked up into Sasuke's face as the conduction increased to notice he was smiling.

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"Sakura, you're still annoying." He grinned wider at the hurt look in her eyes at his words.

She didn't understand and she never would.

No one would.

They didn't know how it felt to watch your family slaughtered before your eyes.

They didn't know how it felt to kill the person you once looked up to, only to find out they did everything they did in order to protect you.

It was because of weak shinobi like her that his family were killed. Because they feared the Uchiha's power! Because they were weak, his brother was forced to murder his own clan.

They blindly followed the orders of a corrupt system led by some old bastards who were only interested in protecting themselves and making sure that they weren't threatened.

He would change all that.

It was time for a new Konoha. He would kill all the elders and then anyone who had been disillusioned by the idea of the Will of Fire. It was a load of crap. And where better to start then at those closest to the Hokage.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sudden tug of his sword. Before he noticed what was happening he was thrust forward and there was a hand reaching towards his eyes.

The last thing he saw were tired but determined emerald eyes and then everything went dark.

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The first thing she became aware of was the soothing sound of waves.

Hmm maybe the afterlife has a beach. She immediately brightened at the thought of that. Ahh…I haven't been to a beach in a while. That'd be quite nice.

A creaking sound was heard next followed by loud shouting that she couldn't decipher. She also became aware of a light rocking movement.

Memories of what happened began to come back to her and her eyes snapped open but regretted it as soon as it happened. A bright light swung directly above her that blinded her and caused her vision to go white.

"Please keep your eyes shut. I'll turn down the lights so you can open them again." Said a confident masculine voice.

Following orders, Sakura waited for the okay then slowly began to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was the softly swaying wooden ceiling. She blinked a few times to clear her vision before turning her head in the direction the footsteps were coming from.A smiling face greeted her.

"We weren't sure if you were going to make it." He said while walking to her. "How are you feeling?"

Her first thoughts were that she must be at one of the other villages recovering. Probably the hidden mist or on the way there judging from the look of the boat.

"Thank you. For taking care of me." She smiled then inquired. "Are we on our way to Mist?"

"Mist? I've never heard of it. We're in the East Blue at the moment. On our way to Foosha Village. The name's Arto by the way. And once we get there you'll be able to get checked over by a proper doctor. Sorry we couldn't do much for you, our supplies on board are limited. Especially since we are just now making our return trip from..."

From that point Sakura had stopped listening. Foosha Village. She had never heard of it or remembered seeing it on any of the maps Tsunade-Shishou had made her study.

Her mind began to focus on her surroundings. She studied the man who was still talking to her.

He doesn't look like he came from any of the main shinobi villages. He is quite tanned so maybe he was from a coastal village somewhere. He lacks a headband signifying him as a shinobi and he most definitely didn't have the build of one despite his age.

The conclusion she came to was too unreal. So she focused on something else. The war. He would have had to know about the war. Just as she was about to question him about the war, the door to the room was flung open to reveal a middle-aged man brandishing a sword.

The first thing she noticed about him was that he was missing a couple of teeth and that he desperately needed to shave. He was wearing khaki pants rolled up mid-calf and had on a long loose-fitting blue shirt that was v-cut to show off his hairy chest. In all he looked somewhat poor and sick.

"Pirates!" Arto exclaimed.

The pirate grinned stretching his face to unnatural proportions before charging forward towards Arto with his sword. It took Sakura a whole of two seconds to react. She sat up abruptly and pushed Arto back causing him to land on the floor just in time. The momentum from the thrust of the blade at Arto caused the man to stagger forward into Sakura's reach. She lifted herself slightly on the bed, gripped his hand which was still around the hilt of the blade and thrust her elbow into his face. A resounding crack echoed throughout the room, then the so-called pirate then fell to the floor face first.

She looked over to Arto to check for injuries. He looked fine despite the shocked look on his face. Metal on metal could be heard above deck. Sakura slowly got up causing Arto to come out of his shock.

"Wait! Your not well enough to move!" He said while scrambling up to push on her shoulder so she would sit back down. She smiled at him before standing up.

"I'll be right back." She said quietly before making her way out the door and up the stairs to the top of the ship.

As she reached the top and came out of the cabin, she analyzed the fights that were happening judging most of the fighters to be genin level at best she lifted her hand and whistled loudly so everyone could hear.

Everyone stopped fighting to look at the pink-haired ninja.

"If you don't want to die, I suggest you stop fighting now." She glared at each of them. One of the pirates was the first to act. Lifting his gun from his belt and firing at her. Not expecting it, the bullet lightly grazes her left cheek.

"Or what are you going to do about it pinky?!" He sneered.

Her eyes widened then narrowed in annoyance. Before the pirate could even blink, she was behind him. And all hell broke loose.

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Sakura stood on deck of the ship heading towards Foosha Village.

The wind rustled her short rosette locks around her face. The day was cooling down as the sun began to set. She had needed little assistance when dealing with the pirates from the other day. The small scratch from where she was hit by the 'gun' weapon had scabbed over on her left cheek. She couldn't be bothered healing it, in actuality it would just be a waste of chakra.

She had realized after speaking with Arto properly that she was in a place called the East Blue. It was one of the oceans that made up the known world. When Arto had glimpsed her confused expression during their conversation, he'd taken it upon himself to tell her about the North Blue and South Blue as well as the Grand Line and Red Line.

By then Sakura had come to three possible conclusions.

One, She was dreaming and would soon wake up. Two, she was dead and this was the after life. Or three, which was most likely, She had been sent to another world by the sharingan's kamui or at the least, another part of her world unknown to shinobi.

Probably somewhere far, far away.

Sakura would never consider herself an expert when it came to chakra sensing, but after making chunin at fourteen, she'd found the skill useful and tried to hone it. This was only further encouraged when she became a jounin during the war and it became more essential to her survival and the survival of her teams. That being said, even with her mediocre abilities, even she could feel something different with the energy of the people or lack their of, and the feel of the ocean.

She wasn't skilled enough to pin point what it was, but it only supported her theory about being transported somewhere far away from the shinobi nations.

It was also obvious that this world was quite dangerous. Unlike the shinobi nations, here you were more likely to die in your everyday life, either by pirates, thieves or some monster from the ocean. She had feigned memory loss saying that all she could remember was her name. Most of the crew accepted this and were still friendly with her, however after what they witnessed earlier some of them were quite reluctant to come near her. Which she supposed was understandable. She did over do it a little.

There were only a couple of holes in the deck. She'd hate to imagine how they would have reacted if she had gone all out. She sweat dropped.

If Naruto were here I bet he could have gotten them to warm up to us. Her expression saddened at the thought, knowing Naruto was dead and that they would never be able to speak again or go on missions again. Her eyes watered but she refused to let any tears fall.

She was trying to avoid thinking about the deaths that occurred during the war and all of the lives that were lost.

She should have been there to help them heal. She was stupid and selfish. If she hadn't attacked Sasuke, how many lives would she have been able to save. She didn't even know if she had accomplished what she set out to do. Was she successful in turning him blind or better yet did she kill him? She had so many unanswered questions and yet her biggest one was still unanswered.

What am I going to do now?

She knew she had to make plans. When she arrived in Foosha village was she going to stay there or move? Did she want to try to find a way back to Konoha? Or was she going to give up and just live here? What was she thinking, of course she wanted to return to Konoha. It's where her family and friends are.

Well whats left of them. She thought to herself.

Her eyes saddened further and she could feel a dull throb in her heart.

Why did I survive? Why couldn't it have been Naruto? He deserved to live, to have a life, to become Hokage. After all the pain he went through.

She closed her eyes and remembered her younger days. Images of what could have been crossed her thoughts.

If things had been different...

She re-opened her eyes to look out at the ocean.

But things are different now.

She is alive. And he is not. And she had to learn to live with that.

If anything, she would live for him.

She would find a way to get back to Konoha and then she would watch over it for Naruto. After all, it was the place he loved the most no matter how much the people had hurt him once. But first things first, she had to learn about this world so that she could figure out where to go from there.

Sighing, she turned her back to the fading sun and walked to the kitchens where everyone was now eating.

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6 months later

Time seemed to be at a standstill for Sakura.

For the past 5 months she had worked at a bar in the small village of Foosha while studying everything and anything about the East, South, West and North Blues, Red Line and Grand Line.

Shortly after arriving, she was taken in by the owner of a bar called Partys bar, named Makino. Makino was a very kind and gentle women during her stay with her. She had fed her, let her stay with her, gave her a job and even bought her new clothes. She reminded Sakura a little of Shizune. She was like an older sister to Sakura. Makino had a habit of knowing when Sakura was feeling down and would try to cheer her up but she also knew when to just leave her to her own thoughts.

As well as working at the bar, Sakura occasionally went as a form of guard against pirates on ships exporting goods from Foosha to other villages on the Island. Once everyone had heard about her skill fighting the pirates on Arto's ship she had immediately been welcomed in the village as a new protector. It was strange how welcoming they were despite not knowing much about her background. She felt that the Mayor and Makino had certain theories about where she was from but held their tongues because it didn't matter.

She remembers the day she asked Makino why she never asked her about her past or her abilities, knowing that she'd seen and heard enough in their time together to know that Sakura clearly wasn't suffering from memory loss like everyone believed.

Sakura was sitting at the bar with a bottle of saké reminiscing about days past when Makino came around from the bar to ask Sakura how she was going with her studies. It immediately reminded her of Shizune when she would ask her in her younger days studying under Tsunade-shishou. The sudden comparison had made Sakura feel guilty for the first time since moving in with Makino.

"Makino-san, why haven't you ever asked me about my past yet?" She inquired softly, but her eyes never left Makino's face. She studied the slight surprise in her features followed by the softening of her eyes and the small smile that graced her lips.

Makino was truly beautiful on the inside and out.

"Sakura-chan, I can see that you're a kind and honest person. I would rather you come and tell me when you're ready then force a lie out of you. When you're ready, I'll be here to listen to you at anytime. 'kay."

When Sakura looked down at her sake cup she realized that a few tears had leaked out from the corner of her eyes. She lifted her hands to wipe the tears but before she could Makino had pulled out a handkerchief and did it for her.

Sakura was grinning like an idiot. She hadn't cried since she arrived in East blue, knowing that tears wouldn't change any of her problems.

"Now, I was speaking with Chiken earlier and we wanted to give you some special tea that's said to help you increase your bust size." Sakura immediately scowled.

"Way to ruin a moment." Sakura said but Makino just giggled.

"Don't worry I'm sure you'll get a little bigger before you leave."

Sakura frowned before picking up her sake and downing it in one gulp. She was already almost 18. There was no way she would grow in that department unless she ate a devil fruit that allows you to change your body shape.

Sakura smiled at the memory thinking about her mentor and how she used to tease her about similar things. It had been almost two months since then and Sakura still hadn't told her story to Makino. She just wasn't sure what or how to tell the older woman.

Sakura stood in a deserted part of the mountain practicing her swings with the kusanagi which she had been found in her when Arto and his crew had come upon her. Despite, not knowing much about this world she had decided to continue training on her own.

She had been training with the katana since she arrived in case she ever needed it and working the chakra in her seal back up. She noticed that swords and guns were the preferred method of fighting if you didn't have a devil fruit ability. And while Sakura knew she was fast and strong enough to fight using only taijutsu and ninjutsu, she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself if her abilities ever came to light. Because while she learned that the Marines were a military organization dedicated to 'justice', she wasn't so naive to believe that their wasn't a shadow to the organization and that they wouldn't try to use her for her abilities. The same went for her medical jutsu.

She would never turn away someone who was in need of help, she was sworn to her duty as a medic after all. But that didn't mean she would broadcast her abilities.

When Makino found her for dinner, she was wearing a pair of short blue denim shorts with a dark, red, loose singlet while laying on the ground looking at the sky. The only clothes she had kept from her home had been her gloves, boots and shinobi head band which now rested around her neck. A reminder of home.

She had decided earlier that day that it was finally time to leave.

She had learned as much as she could here on this island and she needed to start making more money to better equip her for her trip to the Grand Line. She had a theory that Konoha might be a part of one of the unknown islands on the Grand Line, so she had decided that her first attempt at getting home would be to travel and explore them.

Even if her theory was wrong, she reasoned that she would still be able to find more information there then in Foosha village and the East Blue. However for that she needed money and she wasn't making enough working at a bar.

So she had decided that she would become a bounty hunter. With her skills she would be able to make enough money to at least get to the Grand Line within a year. She just needed to figure out a way to tell Makino that she was leaving. This would also give her a chance to feel out the powers and ability of people in this world.

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I hope you all liked it. I will be back with a new chapter shortly. Please let me hear your thoughts on what you think so far :) Sorry not much has happened yet but I'll try to get it going soon.