A/N: As everyone knows, this is a rewrite for "A Cup of Rain". Same plot, but with many different twists. I'm going to drastically change the story, so that my previous readers won't find it boring- and I'm certain the story will only get better. I will try my best to maintain my previous writing style.

Many of you might notice the immediate and most prominent change at the very beginning of this chapter. Yes, it's relevant. Please bear with me

A fair warning: the story itself will be very cheesy. I'm talking about cliché to the point of making you cringe... But please don't undermine its depth. I will try to create some... in later chapters. Way later.

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Chapter 1

I.

It's important to note that this story does not take place in an alternate universe.

This story simply set in a time parallel. Parallels that uncannily resembles each other. There would be no OC, except for a few particular henchmen names.

The most important of all, it's a love story of choice, memory, and what it means to be moral.

II.

There are times when Sakura slows down and think about her life and wonder if this is where she was supposed to end up.

Sitting on the curb with a box of her office supplies, staring into the busy streets with cars rushing by.

People were tossing her weird looks, and she ignored them all. But she's self conscious-oh yes, she's very self conscious. She's wearing an office mini skirt, nude pumps and a white blouse. All in all she looks like an average white collar worker. But the difference is, that all other white collar workers are not getting sacked at the moment and sitting along the streets with her.

She was lost on what to do.

Her life had sucked. After finding out that her fiancé was cheating on her with a man, she began to lose it. The wedding is off, of course, and her family couldn't be happier.

"Sakura, dear, I knew he wasn't a good guy for you." Her mother started, "Look at him, the man has a fashion sense of a five year old."

Sakura knew it was wrong, however, as her fiancé was a terrific guy. He has parents who are practically drops of heaven. They were famous, successful, and they give birth to an angel. He was kind-hearted, naturally blunt but caring, and ambitious and hardworking all rolled into one. Her fiancé seemed to have been born under the sun, with rays emitting from is every pore and lighting up everyone close to him.

So it didn't really come as a complete shock that he is attracted to someone who is cold and dark.

And it just so happens his lover was also a man.

She has always considered herself as a "yaoi" girl. She loved when men get together... in stories, mangas, or movies. But in actuality, when it happened to you? She wants to take a knife and hack up that cheating son of a bitch.

But no, she's not in a position to. No...

Sakura wondered if she should explore trans as a solution.

Today started off horrible. She was late, had a fight with a rude woman on the subway, and her manager called her into his office, saying his boss' boss needed to see her.

Long story short, she worked as a lowly translator, and she went up all the way to the top floor where the executives are, and discovered her ex-fiancé's lover is actually her boss' boss's boss...

And she lost her job.

She was only an intern; she paid her way through life by living off of her fiancé and his amazing family background. Now her fiancé is her ex-fiancé, she literally had and will have nothing in this city. Like many other women, she made the foolish mistake of thinking her relationship would last forever. Now her engagement was over with, she's on the streets with nowhere to go and a box full of her crap that she won't ever use.

After debating whether to continue on sitting the streets and scare the pedestrians or getting up and moving on with her worthless life, she chose the latter.

She spent some time trying to getting up, as it's hard to do so with her mini skirt on. But what happened next made her curse aloud -because when she was half crouching half standing, she saw a dog.

That's right, a dog.

A golden retriever crossing road while waggling its tail-and it was very happy, because it saw a ball bouncing along the streets.

It did not occur to her why was there a rubber ball bouncing on a busy street with cars flying by, and it did not occur that there was absolutely nothing she could do for the dog, or for the ball, in fact. But it did occur to her that she need to race into the middle of the street for whatever goddamned reason she deemed to be worthy to get onto the streets for. Be it morals or self comfort, it was all she has left of the world.

And that's exactly what she did- race onto the streets.

Now, let's just say. If Sakura did not race onto the streets trying pathetically to save that dog, this whole story would've all gone very differently, and perhaps it will even have a happier ending. She will stay within a world full of technology, flying cars and nuclear weapons. She will enjoy the modernity of our wonderful world, and its threats along with the pressures of society.

But in order for this story to move on-she did not stay put. She raced in the middle of the street, and she was hit by a truck.

'It cannot get more fictional than this'-was Sakura's last thought before she saw the van crushing down upon her. She thought her life was a big joke and a series of turns that could only happen at the beginning or romantic comedies, and they all headed down towards the path of tragedy.

She firmly believed... and she was right. Sort of.

Because when she woke up, she wasn't in the modern world anymore. She has the knowledge and the memory of a twenty-first century, but she does not have the knowledge or the memory of how to survive in a world with flying ninjas and talking dogs.

But she got there, and her story started.

III.

Team Seven has always been... Team Seven.

The team itself composed of a loud mouthed boy, Naruto. His signature move is to smile and say he's going to be the Hokage.

Another boy, a quiet one, whose family was brutally massacred by his kin, and he swore to take revenge.

A sensei, who also experienced trauma, but lived through it and took care of the three kids he led to the best of his ability.

And lastly, a girl. A girl with pinkish hair and romantic fantasies. A girl whose biggest goal in life is to marry the kid with the emo problem.

Haruno Sakura existed in this world.

She also existed in twenty-first century.

But because of the latter Sakura was in a car crash, they switched places.

Now that is to say the Sakura in the shinobi world didn't get herself into any trouble. In fact she got into so much shit that it's almost impossible to lift her out. She was so depressed and desperate that she wanted the easy way out. She wanted to find something that could end her right away-and she thought jumping off a cliff, is perhaps the most romantic way to go. Especially, jumping off a cliff in front of someone that you knew and loved.

And that's how Sakura came to being. She woke up on the side along the river, and her clothes are drenched. She was somehow dropped into the river-she doesn't remember anything that has happened prior to her almost drowning-and she doesn't know anything about this world.

Her first thought was... she was very surprised that such place still existed in Japan.

It was green. Green everywhere.

The sun was so bright! It was so bright that the rays bouncing off the leaves are shining in her eyes. She tried to get up, but she found some part of her hand was broken. Not only was it broken, her wrist swelled up to twice its size, and it was completely red.

Sakura, having born in a hospital, has never experienced pain without painkillers, wailed.

And then she was reminded the circumstances of her accident, and she cursed that dog.

Having no knowledge of this world, she doesn't have the capacity for pain. She never did, and she cried and cried. She cried for the next ten minutes, and then realized obviously no one is going to sooth her and call her an ambulance, as this place is almost... entirely... civilization free.

She moved on. She stood up from her patchy moss pad in the middle of the forest and decided to walk on. If she cries anymore, she's going to dehydrate and die. She didn't have water, food, or shelter. Even with basic knowledge of the twenty-first century, she knew that she must move on to survive. And she's nothing if not surviving.

So she picked up a random branch, tossed it up in the air, and walked the way where it was pointed to.

And that made all the difference.

IV.

So Sakura doesn't actually know what this world... contains of. Her knowledge is basically useless. She was taught how to survive in a complete different than this. She went to seventeen years of schooling, and the last five year or so she has majored in literature. Books, novels, cultural texts. Things that are pretty much useless in the wilderness. Except, maybe, books on how to survive in the wild. But at this point, having never had practice in anything, she really doesn't know how that will go. Especially since she walked and walked and walked through the forest, and as it turned out-she walked along the edge of the forest, and what was ahead of her is a vast plane of desert.

Desert frightened Sakura.

Heck, anything vast and plain frightened Sakura. She's a female who came from a place with internet. She looked down at herself and saw that she was dressed in simple pants and a long shirt that seemed to have made out of some expensive material, but were so worn and torn that it looked like rags. It did strike her as odd to her that after this car crash, it seemed that she was not in her own environment anymore, or at least, her own niche. She has never seen this place in her life, and she had doubts if she is still in Japan-or Asia, for that matter. She has the exact same body though. There's a slight scar on the left side of her ear. There's a mole right on the right side of her abdomen, right beneath her belly button. How did she get dressed in this drag? And why is it that she felt so awful she wanted to puke and faint at the same time? How was her wrist swollen?

Son of a bitch, it hurts like hell.

She debated on whether to go into the desert or stay where she was, on the edge of her forest. It looks awfully hot out there without shades. But there is nothing behind her, and she had an urgent need and intuition to continue- to move forward.

She had nothing left anyways.

So she took her first step into the desert.

That was a mistake... It was a total mistake. Because Sakura took a full step into the sand and immediately triggered some sort of booby trap that she doesn't know about or could even comprehend. It seemed that there are transparent wires tripped her, and she fell down flat on her face. Before she could get up, she was pushed down by various clicking noise making robots of some kind, and one even sat on her body and pinned it to the ground.

She tried to lift her head, but something was holding it down. Her limps are tightly bound together by transparent wires that may easily cut her if it just so happens she even moves. She ate a mouthful of sand and is having trouble spitting it out.

"Alright, let me go!" She yelled.

No response.

"Fuck!" Sakura yelled.

There was no response.

After around twenty minutes, finally realizing that something pinning her down isn't actually human-she sighed in misery. She has been treated like an animal back in her world, and she has been treated like an animal here. This is probably a tribe of cannibals in the desert waiting to eat her up alive. They are probably waiting for her to die so they could come and gut her open and...

"Kankuro, someone triggered your puppet." A voice came.

"Your right, I thought they were not foolish enough to walk bluntly into Suna. What a bunch of idiots."

Sakura realized its human-human voices. Human voices speaking a language she can understand! Human voices that sounded menacing, a female and male voice accompanies by each other-oh my god, she wanted to jump up in happiness if the "puppets" are not pinning her onto the ground.

"Help me! Help me!" She screamed, "I'm injured!"

The pair walked over. Kankuro did not release the puppets, for he was gawking at her like an idiot. So was the girl, Sakura was dismayed. They both were gawking at her like idiots. It seemed they have lost the ability to speak as they stared at her. Sakura didn't think it was possible to feel more awful than she did now. She tried to plead, "Please, let me go. Let me go, I'm hungry and thirsty and my wrist it broken. It hurts like hell, and it's swollen. Do you have any medicine, herbs, or whatever things you guys use to treat the wounded..."

Finally the girl with blond hair and purple eyes stopped her from blabbing anything else by almost yelling at her, "What are you doing here?"

Sakura silenced, she stared at both of them as if they were idiots.

The girl then turned to the guy named Kankuro and almost screamed, "Kankuro, what is she doing here! Isn't she Uchiha Sasuke's wife?! What the fuck is his wife doing in our territory!?"

"Shit, shit, shit!" Kankuro cursed and stomped on his feet, but did nothing to release Sakura from his puppet traps. "What the fuck is that bastard thinking?"

Now Sakura stared at them and (if possible), yelling even louder, "The fuck!? Uchiha Sasuke? The bisexual promiscuous slut who has been shacking up with my ex-fiancé?"

And they all stared at each other.

It didn't last long, however, as Sakura fainted from dehydration, pain, and possibly shock.

And this is how her story began.

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TBC

A/N: Finally I buckled down and organized my thoughts and wrote this. Many thanks to my beta, Midnightcurl.