June 13, 2016: Hello Everyone; again, for new readers sorry, for old readers I have reasons for what I'm about to say and will be following through with. I am rewriting Until the Day I Die, I will be going to the start of their relationship so THIS story falls in the same time line with my other four 'Until the Day I...' Stories. The rewrites were coming anyways, sorry about this.

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To SaYwHaT and Everyone Else: The Original Chapters of Until the Day I Die will be reposted when I catch up to that point in the story again, I have a few things in the original to fix up but the original chapter 1-45, will be posted again with some edits in the timeline (which I looked over and face palmed at how screwy it was) and clarifications that I feel are necessary. I hope that answers your question, I also want you to know I'm editing the original chapters as I go too.

Oh, and if you want to know where the 'Scarlet Spring' and 'Dobe Jr.' Archs for UtDID went, Look In My Story Titled Uchiha.

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If you have questions or complaints about this decision of mine then feel free to PM me or leave reviews, I'll try to answer them.

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I Do Not Own Naruto

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After the Fourth Great Shinobi War the injured were dispersed throughout the Shinobi Allied Forces for care and treatment of psychological traumas and the physical wounds sustained in battle. Shinobi were taken to the village which would suit the needs of their injuries. Many of the critically injured and dying were taken to the Leaf for treatment; among them were:

-Jinchūriki; Uzumai Naruto

-Jinchūriki; Killer B

-Hatake Kakashi

-Raikage; A

-Mizukage; Mei

-Kazekage; Gaara

-Hokage; Tsunade

-Nara Shikamaru

-Temari

-Sai

-Yamanaka Ino

-Akimichi Chōji

And the renowned criminal and rogue-nin:

-Uchiha Sasuke

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Chapter 1

His nose itched.

That was the first thing he ever noticed as he lay there. His nose really fucking itched!

Reluctantly he cracked his eyes open, part of him was hoping he had dreamt up an atrocious nightmare and the other part of him; the realist in him; knew the reality of his situation. But after eight years of waking up and for a brief second hoping that this was all some horrid genjutsu and knowing his reality took over. Quietly he looked around where he was, white was everywhere.

Where the hell was he?

A sigh had him closing his eyes as he tried to think of the last thing he remembered. Pink. Green. Tears. Sobbing. His eyes snapped open and he looked around the white room again, that was right, he had tried… tried to kill Naruto, and… and Sakura had come running to them when they were laying there dying. A slight wince had him trying to move his left hand, but looking down his left arm he just stared.

There was no left arm just above where his elbow should be…

He tried to move his right and found restraints on it and he groaned. His nose really fucking itched and he was too sore to move his nose up to his hand and he was restrained so he couldn't use his hand to relieve himself of the itch. A sound had his ear twitching as he looked over to his left, there was pink again. A scowl was on his face before he could stop it as he glared at the reason he was alive; damn it he didn't want to be alive! He had nothing! Nothing! And yet that pinkette had brought him to life again!

There was no family for him; his village had ordered his brother to kill them all. There was no village for him; he had betrayed them and even if he had helped in their war he doubted they would want him around. There were no friends in his life; he didn't even dare to think of his former Team as friends, Naruto and Sakura were nothing to him and Team Taka was nothing but a tool for his own gain. And there was nothing left for him in this life, so why was he here? He didn't want to be here! There was nothing for him here! Even the pink sleeping in the bed across from him was not here for him; and he hated her for bringing him back to life when he had wanted to die. He'd been prepared and at peace for the first time ever, after dueling the dobe and he had been ready to die then. Oh how he loathed the pinkette for bringing him to life again.

And yet, he felt the scowl he was forcing fade as he just stared at her.

She twitched, grumbled and moved again as she rolled onto her stomach; she was odd. That was his first decision after years of trying to hate her and break her and kill her; she was the oddest and most annoying woman he had ever met. A sharp inhale of pain from him when what remained of his left arm throbbed from his attempt to move had her eyes snapping open and he found himself staring into clear, sea green eyes.

"You're awake," she murmured.

He glared at her and she sat up.

"How are you feeling? How's your arm?" she demanded and he saw her being completely different from the genin he had once known. He was seeing the medic he had met on the battle field. It was strange how different she was.

"Hn," he grunted.

"That's not an answer," she said flatly.

"Where am I?" he asked coldly and he looked away from her. A cool hand touched his brow and he heard her sigh, he pulled his head out of her touch because it felt… comfortable.

"We brought you back to the village, you had an infection in your amputated arm, and several other sever injuries, you've been here for three weeks, unconscious the entire time. No doubt you've noticed the restraints but you had a fit in the fever and took out two doctors who came near you, and the councils of all the villages are demanding you be captured. Kakashi and Naruto are currently speaking on your behalf to try to work out a deal for you," she murmured.

"Hn," he grunted and looked down at his restrained hand and sighed as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back again. "Why?" he asked when he heard her walking away.

"Why what, Sasuke?" she asked him, he heard her stop, he didn't hear her turn around though.

"Why save me? I tried to kill you," he pointed out flatly.

"I tried to kill you too," she said before she left and left his question unanswered. There was the rattling slide of the door, and then he heard it rattle shut and he felt alone again. Again he opened his eyes and stared at the white ceiling as he tried not to dwell too much on his unanswered question. It wasn't important why she saved him, the other Kage would demand his head and the village council would deliver him on a platter for his execution. He didn't doubt it, after all, they were self-serving assholes.

Turning his head he looked at the door the pinkette had exited and tried to not think about what being in this village meant. Just because he did not destroy the village when he had had the chance during the war did not mean he liked this place.

It was about the last place on the planet he wanted to be. It was a place filled with self-centered, egotistical, and righteous asses who thought the entire world revolved around their every whim and handed out orders with no regards as to what it did to those carrying the orders out.

Tears welled up in his eyes and as he clenched his teeth he felt them escape him.

"Damn," he cried out and just started sobbing for the first time since he had been a child.

Her breath hitched as she sunk to the floor after leaving.

For three weeks she had personally seen to his care and even threatened a council member with her scalpel when she had been operating on him that if they came near him until she as his doctor declared him healthy enough to handle the coming stress of his trial and the council and the village. And after she had literally dragged the council out of her hospital she had sat as his guard dog essentially.

In these past three weeks alone she had thwarted two assassination attempts on him, and redirected all of the Kage coming to demand his head. She had physically thrown the Raikage from her hospital when he had tried to barge past her to take Sasuke into custody and take him to the Cloud. She had even gone so far as to threaten to kill who ever came at him if they were not herself, Naruto or Kakashi.

Sakura heard his sobs and she cried silently for the agony he was in, the torment that would never cease for him, and for the burden he was forced to hold because he was the sole Uchiha. Hugging her knees she rested her brow on them and cried with him though he'd never know.

She hadn't been able to answer his question, she'd never be able to tell him again that she loved him because she had promised herself to be his friend.

Haruno Sakura had not renounced loving Uchiha Sasuke, no, she'd done something far more dooming in her mind. She'd promised to be his friend and to be there for him in whatever way he'd need. She would not be a friend to him like Naruto was, or Kakashi was, but she was going to try to be his friend. It was what she'd settle for, to settle to be his friend. Sasuke needed friends more than he needed a girl loving him. A girl who he didn't even like.

"Ugly?" she looked up to see a battered Sai who was holding his IV as he hobbled over to her.

"Oh, hey Sai," she smiled as she quickly hid the evidence of her cry and stood up to stand beside hm. He smiled at her in return and she promptly aided him to sit on the bench outside of Sasuke's room. "How are you feeling?" she asked as he moaned in pain at having to sit.

"Sore, did you know Beautiful cannot be quiet?" Sai asked her. The laugh escaped her despite her desire not to laugh at her best friend and the seriousness of Sai's question.

"Yes Sai, I know," she mused as she leaned against the hospital wall and he sighed.

"She talks in her sleep even," he grumbled.

"Well, the hospital is overflowing with patients and it makes sense to keep friends together, friends need friends when in grief and in times of healing," she said and looked at the door where Sasuke was. "Please just tolerate it Sai, it's important to me I know you're being well taken care of, and while she's a patient she's also a hell of a nurse."

"I believe you Ugly," he sighed.

"Let me get you a nurse to get you back to your room," she said and waved down the hall as one of the civilian aids jogged over to her. "Please take Sai back to his room," she smiled.

"Of course Dr. Haruno," the civilian was quick to collect Sai and cart him off despite his protests that he wanted peace and not to go back to his room. Sighing she stood up and walked back into Sasuke's room. He was curled up on his side and staring out the window.

"You know, Kakashi sent you some books to read," she said calmly as she walked to the stand and picked up one; it was one of her secret favorites but 'secret' was the key in that sentence. She was not a huge pervert like Naruto or Kakashi but she did enjoy the Icha Icha books.

"Hn," he grunted and she smiled.

"Well, I'm going to read it to you, it's rather dull to be in the hospital with nothing to do and since you're clearly not going to move I'll read it," she said and watched him, he never looked at her as he stared out the window then.

"Hn," he grunted again.

"Sasuke, we're not trying to be the enemy," she murmured as she lightly brushed his hair out of his eyes. Sasuke looked at her right then.

"Why don't you just leave?" he snarled like a wounded animal and she smiled softly.

"Because Sasuke, you need a friend, and I need to know you're alright," she answered truthfully as she went to sit on the other bed in the room and opened the book to read to herself aloud. She didn't know if he was listening or not, she just needed him to know he wasn't alone and as she read she felt herself relax. She could do this, she could make friends with Uchiha Sasuke even if it was going to pain her, she could do this.

Sasuke glared over his shoulder at the reading woman and scowled. He didn't know if he hated and despised her or if he should be furious she had brought him back to life when he wanted nothing more than to die. However, he decided to just listen to her voice so it could distract him from the pain he was feeling for this moment.

Sasuke didn't care about the fate the council would hand him, he had nothing left here and he didn't ever again want anything. Everything was always taken from him.

And yet…

I have other 'Until the Day I...' stories with entwined events and over lapping time lines they are:

-Until the Day I Act [Shikamaru & Temari]

-Until the Day I Happen [Chōji & Karui]

-Until the Day I Love [Naruto & Hinata]

-Until the Day I Stumble [Sai & Ino]

The prequel to Until the Day I Die, I decided to write it up. It'll be updated slowly for the time being, I'm busy with wrapping other works up.

However, this isn't going to be one of those stories where Sasuke just comes back to the village all alright after he and Naruto had tried to kill each other and everything is perfect for him and Sakura.

1. Realistically speaking, it'd never happen, the man has traumas to confront, demons to fight, and his own mind to work out. Yes, he wants to change, however I have never met anyone able to flip around their entire way of thinking on a flip of a switch. Bipolar emotions are something that can flip around in the blink of an eye, but the way a person thinks and perceives the world... it takes time to change it.

2. About the last thing a person who is recovering from traumas needs is a stressful relationship, they need friendships and something solid and consistency. Friendships are the best, at least from what I've learned in my time of dealing with traumas.

3. He isn't going to be alright right now. Accept it, if you're expecting him to miraculously heal right this minute in this story then you're going to be waiting a long while.

4. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is unique to each individual, they react differently to their traumas because not everyone experiences the same pain.

*If you've read my other stories' writer notes then you know I had a bad winter this past winter; I received a crash course in helping someone suffering with PTS, it was not pretty, it was not easy, and it was by far the most painful thing I have ever witnessed a person suffer. I know men and women with PTS and PTSD, but I had never had to really help anyone with it, let me tell you it is not easy. It requires an immense amount of patience to help the person who is suffering, and it required me listening to their pains and sufferings and every demon torturing their mind. I was only the help too, I do not suffer from PTS or PTSD, but the amount of pain I saw it putting the person I was caring for put pain in perspective for me.*

I hope this clarifies a few things to you about what I'm trying to do.

That's all for now folks!

Enjoy Until the Day I Die! =)