shir0-chan presents…

Mistaken Identity

Written by shir0-chan

Edited by Innelle

A few words from the author: Heya, if you're reading this then thank god. Welcome to another one of Shir0-ChaN's long chapter fics. If you've decided to check this out and is on the verge of clicking the back button. DON'T! Just read one chapter, check it out before clicking it. I apologize if I have this is similar to someone else's work. Apparently I wasn't aware of that. I want you all to know that this is my first AU fic, high school fics are no longer considered as AU to me. And I swear Naruto section has a name for its whacky high school fics, and apparently I have one of them. No this is NOT a high school fic.

Revised: This was slightly fixed by me since I was recommended NOT to write in acts. So this is a full chapter with no acts, it originally has a lot of acts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I do have dreams but those will never come true. Naruto belongs to its respective owner.

Notes read this or else it wont by my fault if you get lost:

The characters still live in the Naruto world where there are ninjas and ninjutsu

The characters do NOT know each other yet

The characters lived in different places

The characters' age are different

Other Notes

Thoughts – thoughts are written in Italic

Location, time, sub-heading – Location, time, sub-headings are written in Bold

Chapter one – Incoming Danger

There once lived an endless war, people fought, people killed. Children drenched their hands in blood at an early age while adults barely lived. The strong lived, the weak died. No dreams, no hope, just war. The feudal lords stubbornly kept fighting against one another; it wasn't until there was a large decline in the population that members of the high ranking and the lords started worrying about their nation. They concluded in a truce, in order to stop the madness, the two great lords decided upon combining the two great families, becoming one. The high ranking members agreed on the matter.

But in order for the two to become one, first there had to be a sacrifice. The Spring country's Daimyo were to marry his only daughter to the Fire's Daimyo's only son remaining, Prince Sasuke. Although to many people it was a marriage of hope, something much darker lurked inside the truce system. The Spring's Daimyo knew it was his loss when the idea of a marriage was suggested. If his daughter was to marry a prince, that prince would become the ruler due to the reasons of being the princess' husband. But he also saw it as a chance, an opening for him to conquer the Fire country.

'Uncle, what is the meaning of this?' the girl asked, knowing her uncle too well, she knew that it was a suicidal mission whenever he summoned her people. This time it was her turn. She looked up at her uncle, the Daimyo sitting on the throne wearing the finest clothes fitting for a king. She thought that it was strange for her uncle to agree on something that included a loss. He was too greedy for his own good. She gave an uneasy look suggesting the idea of refusing.

'Simple, it's a mission that holds the future of our country' he answered simply, knowing that his only niece would agree upon the request, all he needed to do was to push the right buttons. In order to gain something, something else of equal value is required. His niece was the bargain price to sacrifice.

'But all the sacrifices, my teammates, my underlings!'

They died fighting for survival; they sacrificed their lives to save hers. But now her uncle asked of her to throw it away just for the good of the country. She learnt one thing during the last mission and it was not to throw her life around. People died, proving that to her. They died saving her, who understood nothing of the value of life. Once long ago, she would have thrown her life away just for anytime revenge and for her country, now that the war was over, things were different.

'They sacrificed for the country's sake, so did many others just for this peace. You can't just order me to do this! If I fail-'

'I'm not ordering you, I'm asking you' He spoke sharply, seeing her taking back he softened his eyes and softly spoke.

'I know your strength. You will survive this mission. I don't want Misaki's life to be in the Fire's hands. I'm asking you as a father. I won't sleep in peace knowing that my own daughter is in the devil's hands.' her gazes diverted from his face and was fixed onto the ground. After a brief moment of thinking she looked up at her uncle.

'But what if I fail? I'll be the cause of-'

'You won't fail this, I can't have my daughter's life wasted in the hands of the Fire dogs.' once again speaking sharply, the Daimyo knew that he was almost there. His niece was slightly taken back; he knew that that was the last button he had to push. After a few endless seconds she looked up to answer him.

'Yes, I will take it' she answered, still half unsure if she had wanted to or not.

Misaki-hime was a dear cousin to her. Very dear indeed, like a little sister. The day that her parents got assassinated took her by surprise. She mourned for them at their graves day and night, no one cared, or even came, not even her own uncle. She only got up until Misaki came and comforted her, she cried with her. After that day, she vowed that she will gain strength, she will protect the princess. That day stuck onto her mind like a clear picture that she carried around in her memories.

'I know it's hard for you, this will be the last mission that you will face. I'll make sure that you live in riches after your success, your name will-'

'Yes uncle, I'm leaving now' she bowed to the king and turned around to leave. Before she was completely out of the room the Daimyo spoke.

'I expect this to be a success.' She smiled bitterly and turned around to her Uncle sitting on his royal throne that was drenched in blood. He did not get to where he was today without bloodshed of his own brothers. Fighting for the throne, he ordered her father to do his dirty jobs. Her mother, the princess knew nothing of the sort.

'Don't worry about me uncle' with that she left the large room. Knowing that she won't be home for a long time she headed to her parent's grave for the last time to bid them farewell.

'Father, mother' she gazed sadly at their graves below her. Every time she was assigned for a dirty job, she would always stop by her parent's grave apologizing before the mission. The earliest memories of her parents were them, teaching to live on the right side, do the right thing, and be a good person. But she was finding it hard in herself to know whether the things that she was doing were right or wrong. A droplet of tear fell from her eyes as she headed out of the cemetery.

Type: Solo mission

Mission:

- Act as Misaki-hime.

- Spy on the fire.

- Wait for further orders

Rank: S-class

She sat in front of the mirror staring at the image that was not her own. She had to transform, with the use of her genjutsu into her cousin the princess. Although she looked a lot like the princess even without the jutsu, they were cousins.

Their faces were a lot alike, it was only the hair and eye features that were different. Misaki's eyes were drenched in red, just like her father's throne. Her features were much more unique, bright pink hair accompanied with green eyes, much more feminine compared to her cousin. That was how she received the name Sakura.

Never in her life has Sakura dressed in such a manner, expensive cloth covered her body elegantly along with many beautiful jewels wrapped around her. She spent her life in tight shinobi clothes, dark colored, animal masks and dangerous blades on her back.

This was something new, different, dressed in a white kimono drenched with a small tinge of pink on the bottom accompanied by a few Sakura flowers, she felt weird, revealed. The back collar of her kimono dragged down, showing a considerate amount of skin. Her silky white skin covered by dark shinobi clothes was now revealed for the world to see.

She wondered if her teammates would laugh at her, the tomboy, dressing in a delicate expensive kimono. Never in her life has she worn bright colors, nor delicate silky pink material wrapped around her waist filled with weapons. Her trusty kunai lied in her right sleeve, needles attached in the insides of her kimono, needles attached to her hair. She distracted herself and pondered on whether or not her teammates would have believed their eyes if they were to see Sakura in a wedding dress. Thinking about them made her feel guilty; she washed away the thoughts by concentrating on something else.

Make up now infiltrated her face; she no longer looked like a shinobi, nothing like a princess, but a whore. The amount of make up on her face changed her look fully. Would a prince even come close to a princess who looked like a whore? She found herself wondering.

A large haori was wrapped around her. Never in her life has she worn such heavy clothes, her hair felt like it was going to come off due to the large amount of needles attached to it.

Her wedding day, a fake wedding, yet hope for so many people. If things didn't go the right way in this mission there will once again be a war. Her success was the hope of peace for people. Her door opened revealing her uncle and her cousin Misaki. An uneasy look shone clearly on her face. Sakura greeted the two with a bow.

'Uncle, Misaki' a grim look was painted on her cousin's face, Sakura could see it clearly, her uncle's face was blank, just as usual.

'Sakura-chan, I'm sorry' she sensed the guilt coming from her beloved cousin, somewhere inside her, she felt a portion of that guilt too. Sakura got up, she approached the girl. Slowly she took hold of Misaki's hands, looking softly into her eyes; Sakura tried her best to comfort her cousin.

'Don't worry, I'm too young to die, you believe in my strength don't you?' Misaki quickly shook her head.

'Of course I do Sakura-chan' Sakura forced out a smile, another fake smile.

'Good, I'm looking forward to having tea with you once again' it was a routine; the two girls would always have tea together. No matter how much of a tomboy she was, Sakura would never miss a tea date with the princess; it was the only girly thing that was left in her.

Her hands weren't soft, due to handling weapons every day, they were harsh. She was never the pretty one to begin with, her teammates merely referred to her as 'cute' because of her wide forehead and small figurine. Misaki was almost everything that she was not, almost the perfect princess. Strength was the only thing that Sakura had.

'Me too' she smiled; it's not everyday that a person gets to see the princess smiling brightly. Sakura forced another smile to return the gift.

'I'm glad you're looking at this at a brighter side. I would like a few word with Sakura' the daimyo spoke, after hearing that, everyone in the room moved out, leaving only Sakura and him. She looked at him, motioning him to talk.

'Sakura this is an important mission, I know I should have not asked you to sacrifice yourself any more. But one last time. Ever since your parents passed away I'm the closest to a parent to you, I know it's hard. But I cannot risk my heir to the Fire dogs.' Sakura lifted her eyebrow. What does he mean? Seeing her expression, the daimyo once again spoke.

'I'm giving the throne to Misaki, who will be acting as you.' just as she thought, he already had a back bone plan. She knew that she was merely a pawn, in his plans. After all, shinobi were just a tool. But Misaki deserved the title.

'Yes uncle, I will not fail you' seeing his niece acting the way he had expected, the daimyo slipped his left hand into his right sleeve pulling out a box. She stared at it, watching him as he opened it, revealing a beautifully crafted silver clip with Sakura flowers carved around it.

'This was the very same designed clip that your father gave your mother. He named you after the flower carved on this. Shortly before he died, he had told me about a plan, a plan of giving it to you when you get married' everything that has just popped out of her uncle mouth was bullshit. She thought, he always gets his ways with words. The daimyo closed the box and slipped it into her hands.

'Good luck, Sakura' he muttered, showing no real emotions on his face, Sakura quickly pulled out her fake emotion smiling, thanking him.

'Thank you, uncle'

Sakura gazed out at the window of her carriage, her uncle sat next to her. In a few minutes they would be in the palace, the place where her life would resume. Her gaze darted to the white kimono wrapped around her. She had no feeling, it was her wedding day, no joy, nor sadness. Maybe the fact that it was simply a fake wedding made her feel that way.

As the carriage entered the palace, she spotted millions of people in the courtyard. She pulled down the thin white material that dropped over her face, covering her changed features.

As she stepped out of the carriage, a loud gasp come from the crowd, followed by a loud cheer. Were they shocked because I look like a slut? She found herself wondering, but the loud cheer changed her mind. Maybe, the word slut in her dictionary had a different meaning to other people's dictionary. As her uncle helped her down the isle Sakura could feel hundreds of eyes one her, she hesitated. Not because of the amount of attention, but because of the prince, from afar she could spot him.

Dressed in a traditional wedding suite, the prince of the fire country was the most handsome man she has ever seen, yet his face looked cold. From afar, her eyes met his, he pierced through her. Seeing the true color of her eyes, and the fake façade she was holding with her genjutsu. Sakura shuddered. The ceremony took a while, they kissed on their very first meeting, barely knowing that his name was Uchiha Sasuke, the man was merely a stranger.

She pulled out the many needles that had kept her hair together, letting it drop naturally. She has not seen the prince since hours ago, when the wedding had finished. She softly drew out a small comb and run it through her pink locks which were drenched in red. She stared lifelessly into the mirror. The thin white robe that hung loosely around her, could almost slip anytime.

As she continued starring lifelessly into the mirror, a figure appeared behind, in the room. She sensed the person straight away, but made no reaction. She was supposed to act like the princess, someone who knew nothing of ninjutsu. He just stood there starring at her. His face was blank, his eyes held no emotions. Sakura slowly turned around and forced a fake smile.

'Sasuke-sama' she wasn't sure of how to address him. Sasuke, too rude, Sasuke-san, too informal, Sasuke-chan, even worse, Sasuke-kun? Too rude. She did not know how to address a prince, who was now her husband, 'fake' husband.

'Aa' followed that was silence, he wasn't a man with many words that she learnt. She quickly collected her thoughts, not knowing how to talk to a person she has only met once; she decided to do an introduction. She got off from the seat and approached him slowly. Worried that he might just run away from a princess who looked exactly like a whore, she approached slowly.

'Hajimemashite' she bowed eyeing him carefully making sure that he wont run away, she was horrified at her own face, she wouldn't be surprised if he did too.

'Aa' she thought that that was it, until he added. 'Hajimemashite'. Rather awkward, she did not know what to do but kept the silence.

She was used to the life where no one cared whether she spoke foully or not, the battle field was where she belonged. Not in the worlds of lords and princesses. The prince in front of her took one last glance and left the room.

It was then that she found comfort in the deep pit of darkness, the enemy's lair. She slipped herself under the warm silky blankets. The room echoed her silent sobs as she convinced herself that what fate bestowed her was now her life. She continued sobbing with no idea that she was being watched.

The giant snake stood in front of her snarling its poisonous fangs towards her blowing her its storm like breath. She stood in fear, starring up at the large monster, her knees turned into jelly as she felt the enormous pressure of its aura. Her eyes met the large golden orbs, sucked into a word of illusions Sakura was lost between reality and dream.

Smooth slippery body slithered across her tummy as she looked down in horror to see a gigantic snake wrapping itself around her. Tightening the grip the snake used all of its might to hurt her with its body. Her hands felt like they were held back by strong ropes. The large snake slithered its way towards her face until it was only inches far away, it starred into her orbs and once again snarled its dangerous fangs. And before she knew it, those dangerous fangs were plummeted into the side of her neck. As pain slashed over her fear, all Sakura did was yell out.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

She woke up to find herself in bed, sweat glowed on her face. Her thin white robe was barely hanging on her, showing most of her upper body covered in sweat. Breathing heavily Sakura's eyes darted around the room searching for any signs of the hideous creature in her dream.

Her hand reached up to her face to pinch herself. A light feeling of pain relieved her. Her other hand slowly reached out to the back side of her neck, checking to see if there was a mark. Nothing. Her door shot open giving a passageway for the three servants who had heard her scream.

'Hime-sama, are you okay?'

Sakura slowly tried to collect her thoughts. What would the princess do at a situation like this? She asked herself.

'It was just a bad dream' she answered softly. As Sakura steadily regained her normal breathing speed, she put on her fake mask, a smiling face assuring the servants it was merely a dream. But she knew, there were much more to that dreams then what it seamed.

'Don't worry about me, go back to you work' she smiled slightly. They gave her a worried glance but obeyed her orders. Slowly one by one the maids left the room leaving her in complete solitude.

That was a close one.

It was a jutsu; someone had put a jutsu on her during her sleep. Most like a genjutsu. She knew, yet at the same time, her purpose forbade her from saving herself. She already knew from the beginning that it was going to be hard; she had never suspected that they had already learnt of her façade. Slipping under the sheets of her bed, Sakura started thinking for new ways of getting around the next corner. Telling herself that after all this was freedom she hoped for, the success, and the life with no worries.

'The genjutsu test was a negative' the ninja kneeled down before his master, starring up at the icy cold prince.

'How far did you go?' he asked nonchalantly, predicting the result from the beginning he knew that his father was merely being over worrying about the princess.

'Four' he answered, a smile crept across his black mask as he added. 'You knew the result, didn't you?' the prince kept his silence, not bothering to answer his sensei. Just as he had suspected, she was a normal princess.

'You should show her a little affection at this rate that little flower is going to wither' once again ignoring his sensei, the prince got off from his seat and headed out of the room.

'Emotion is for the weak, you are a ninja, you should know that Kakashi' he muttered as he approached the door.

'Every one has emotion Sasuke, no matter how strong they are'

It seems as if though his words were wasted at the young prince. He sighed and headed out of the empty room, he felt pity towards the princess who had sacrificed herself just to receive dangerous genjutsu whenever she slept. Kakashi knew Sasuke was cold, but he had never thought that the boy was heartless.

She couldn't sleep a wink after the 'genjutsu' attack. It was her love for genjutsu that motivated her to study more and more until there was nothing left to study. Her addictions landed her in the situation she was today; her pride caused her teammates to perish while her dignity trashed her to the lowest point in life. And for the first time ever, her addictions went against her.

Slowly slipping out of the warm sheets, Sakura went to the mirror; sitting there she stared at her cousin's image. All perfect, unlike hers. She was neither beautiful nor pretty; she was what her teammates considered as cute. The pretty image, a fake façade, slowly fainting as she stared at her own image with dark bags under them. She quickly cast another genjutsu and within no time her eye features changed into a shade of red along with her pastel pink hair. As a light knock came from her door, Sakura turned around to see two servants approaching her. They bowed.

'Princess, may we be at your service?' one softly spoke, smiling pleasantly. She had brown features, knowing of how pretty she looked Sakura knew that she was no ordinary servant. While the other one seamed a little bit…annoyed? Blonde hair, blue eyes, a typical blonde.

'What robe would you like to wear today?' asked the blonde servant, eying Sakura unpleasantly unlike the other one.

'Any would be fine'

Sakura answered, the two servants glanced at each other. The brunette maid looked through the neat closet and chose one out of her choice. A pretty pink kimono and a beautiful white haori. With no signs of interest at all Sakura pulled the white fabric which kept her robe together. The white material slid off smoothly revealing her perfect figure. It was the life that she dreaded.

Breakfast with the Daimyo. Sakura was simply ordered to have breakfast with the Daimyo and the Prince. But before that, her 'husband' asked for her presence in his chamber, not theirs, but 'his'. She was glad that he was a decent person, but that decent looking prince was much more that what he seemed.

His eyes were filled with anger, hatred, and many things which she could not see unless she chose to stare into the eyes of an ice demon. Eyes that drowned the light of out of hers.

She imagined what it would have been if he had glared at her on their first meeting, catastrophe? She thought, possibly, she answered; knowing that the deadly glare would have cast a few genjutsu along with it.

As she entered the cold chamber, dark blue curtains covered what was inside of the place. Slowly reaching her hands, Sakura lightly pushed the curtain aside in a delicate manner. Entering the place was like entering an ice cave. Everywhere was cold, the stony walls decorated in a dark blue hue matching that of the prince's hair color. In fact everything was in a dark blue hue.

'You're here' his voice spoke coldly stating the obvious. Sakura turned around to see the prince fully dressed in his attire. No matter what color he was in, Uchiha Sasuke would always look good. Sakura was rather envious of his perfect features when she first laid eyes upon him.

'Yes, you called Sasuke-sama?' wondering if she should bow or not, Sakura collected her thoughts and decided not to. A man of his manner usually doesn't care.

'I heard about the attack last night, how are you feeling?'

He asked blatantly, choosing, picking every words he was going to say. He wasn't concerned; they had no connections, other then the one tying their life together. She was just the princess of the Spring country living in his castle.

'Yes, I am fine, thank you'

Sakura was surprised, at how he knew. His words indicated to her that her mission was going to be harder then she had imagined before. Within a few hours, Uchiha Sasuke had already learnt of the matter. He was no ordinary prince. She fused an eyebrow without realizing. Straight away Sasuke answered her confusion.

'My underlings managed to cross swords with the ninja' Sakura lifted her face to see him, with no form of emotions his words were solid dry.

'I'll tighten the security around your chamber' he assured her, it was like assuring her safety. Sakura found it amusing, how he would say 'your' instead of 'our'.

'Yes, thank you' she softly murmured. He who was across the room approached her, standing in front of her the prince looked down at her fragile form.

'But that was not the reason I've called you here' he paused and looked at her to see the slight confusion on her face.

'I don't want you to speak of it to my father. He does not need to know of these things'

Cocking her eyebrow once more asking a silent question, Sasuke read her mind and answered.

'He is a busy person; I don't want him to put his hands into these matters'

It was common sense for a son to worry about his father. Yet, Sakura sensed there was much more to this matter, a feeling told her that the more she was on track with Uchiha Sasuke, the sooner her mission would complete.

'Yes, I understand' she bowed slightly keeping her red/green eyes on him.

A knock came from his chamber door as the blonde servant from earlier came in. If Sakura wasn't a ninja she wouldn't have noticed the hatred sent to her from the blonde maid. Sakura had never had a good feeling about that maid anyways. The maid approached Sasuke, bowing she addressed.

'Your highness, it is time'

Sasuke nodded and dismissed her with a hand signal. On her way out the blonde servant took notice of the prince offering the princess his arm, as she slowly reached out her own arm and wrapped it around the prince's. Hatred grew as the princess once again caught the maid's glance, her look filled with hatred.

Slipping on the remainder of her shinobi outfit Sakura tightened the knot behind her head. The fabric mask tied tightly across her face. Casting a quick genjutsu spell, Sakura hopped out of the window and headed out. She landed safely on top of the grass and silently merged into the shadows of the night.

Jumping from roof to roof, she quickly traveled to the Daimyo's chamber. Her mission was to spy, to see what they were up to. She was just a dog; if she was lucky then, she will survive to spend the rest of her life living in the castle.

If she was unlucky and got caught then only death awaits her. Saying that, once she completed her mission she will gain freedom, but from her eyes Sakura could not predict when the mission will end. Days, years, months, eternity? Her life was hanging on the line with no hope or dreams.

Landing softly on top of the roof of the Daimyo's chamber, Sakura concentrated chakra upon her feet and silently walked down the walls vertically. Making sure she was able to hear properly, Sakura listened. Two voices seeped through the thick windows of the chamber. One was that of a female, the other was the Daimyo's.

'The princess was attacked last night, by a genjutsu master'

'How come I wasn't aware of this?'

'Sasuke-sama ordered her to be quiet'

'I see, did you find out who the attacker was?'

'Hatake Kakashi'

'My son sent him then, he does not trust the girl'

'Yes your highness'

'I don't trust her either. The Spring dog wont give up his daughter easily like this, I want you to keep a close eye on her'

'Yes, master'

'Don't worry, once that Daimyo is dead I'll sent my assassins to the princess. That promise between your father and I…I'll definitely keep it'

'Yes, master'

Sakura could feel that what she heard was just about enough. Quickly and silently she headed back onto the roof. Traveling from roof to roof Sakura headed back to her room. All she needed to do now was to send the information to her uncle. Increasing her speed up a little, Sakura moved faster. Her eagerness was what caused her the problem.

Three shurikens flew her way; she dodged them by jumping higher and landed on a position of defense. A ninja appeared in front of her, dressed in black from head to toe, he wore a mask which covered his face just like her and a head protector that hid his left eye. His silver stream of hair spiked out violently. His eyes carried a seriousness that gave her his point in stopping her.

'An assassin?'

He muttered to himself. By glancing at her, he knew that she was no normal shinobi. As he reached his hand to the protector which hid his eyes, the kunoichi in front of him charged without warning. Her katana flung violently toward him. Quickly drawing his katana, he defended himself within seconds before the unsuccessful attack.

Sakura jumped back, to make space for the next attack. The shinobi in front of her was good. And she needed to make a quick escape. Sending her katana flying at him like a shuriken, she used her free hand to cast a genjutsu, and before the shinobi knew it she was far away using her Shunshin no jutsu.

'She's good'

The white haired ninja admitted as he turned around. He could have followed her, yet he chose not to. Somehow Hatake Kakashi had a feeling that she was merely a spy. His job was to protect Sasuke and nothing else, and apparently Uchiha Sasuke didn't need protection. He smiled as he jumped off the roof and headed back to his room. A feeling told him that he will be seeing a lot more of the kunoichi.

Sasuke slowly lifted his katana as he waited for a gust of wind to come by. He stood in the middle of an opening of the Sakura forest, the oldest part of the palace filled with Sakura trees. The reason behind him training at such a place was a mystery for him. Maybe he liked the silence, maybe he liked how the beautiful Sakura petals would flutter in the sky every time a strong wind came by.

He slowly closed his eyes as a light wind made its way through the many trees; he swung his sword swiftly through the wind. His ears could hear the dangerous metal blade slicing the fragile petals. As he opened his eyes he was in time to witness the sliced pieces of cherry blossoms flying across the sky.

Looking up at the full moon with the Sakura petals covering small pieces of the beautiful image, Sasuke let out a small smile. Just at that very moment a shadow dashed by. A kunoichi jumped past, dressed in her tight black suit, her perfect figure was silhouetted by the moonlight.

Her image was perfect along with the Sakura petals surrounding her. Her opalescent green orbs met his dark ones, as time stopped, Sasuke could feel himself stopping to watch the beauty of nature go by.

Never in his life has he seen something as beautiful as an image of a young kunoichi dressed in a simple black suit in the full moon. He stood there and stared at the kunoichi disappearing into the distance. He didn't go after her, knowing that someday, they will once again cross path. The image of her eyes assured him that.

Author's note: Whew…finally done, if you're reading then it means that you bother reading the long chapter. YAY…a cookie point for you! Please tell me what you think, its only my second Naruto fic. are you going to keep reading this? Or you think I need improvement. Just tell me anything through a review, I'm trying my best to improve my writing skills so please help me by telling me what I'm missing.

-Shiro waves- till next chapter!