Widowmaker

Chapter One

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A/N: Hello, all! I have been wanting to write this idea for a long time. I hope you will all enjoy it. It is loosely based on Johanna Lindsey's book "Angel."

Disclaimer: I do not own the manga/anime Naruto, nor Johanna Lindsey's book "Angel."

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Sakura really didn't see the problem. If only the Hyuuga family could see that their daughter loved the boy of Nine Tails, there wouldn't be a problem. That damn family had too much pride! Besides, all Sakura had done was give Naruto and Hinata a little push in the direction of love.

But, she mused, the prestigious Hyuuga family had viewed it as if the pair was being forced together and that they didn't truly love each other, especially on Hinata's part. Sakura knew otherwise though. The two had fancied each other for nearly seven years now. And now at the ripe age of nineteen, they had needs and wants and they truly wanted to be together. Why couldn't the Hyuuga family see that?

If they did, then maybe she could stay in the Hidden Leaf village.

The rosy-haired young woman paced around the modest bedroom, glancing back at her letter every few seconds. Did she cover herself well enough? She sighed and walked back over to the letter, leaning down slightly to re-read it.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I hope you guys are doing well on your vacation. Everything's great here! I'm sending you this letter to let you know of a little predicament I'm in. You know the Hyuuga clan? I'm sure you recognize the name. I, regrettably, came to a disgreement with them recently. Don't worry; I'm patching things up even now! However, they're requested that you return immediately to keep watch over me. I really don't think it's necessary though. But, write me back soon! I can't wait to hear from you!

Love, Sakura

The nineteen-year-old nodded to herself. That sounded good. It was casual and to-the-point. Most importantly, she had left out the part about the Hyuugas threatening to 'get rid' of her if she did not fix the mistake between Hinata and Naruto.

Sakura tapped the pen on her chin thoughtfully. She was sure she patch things up with the Hyuugas anyway. They would not speak directly with her, but she had already solved that particular dilemma. She had written to a well-known peacemaker from the Hidden Cloud village, requesting his help with her little problem.

"I guess I shouldn't have set them up together," the girl mumbled to herself in a depressed tone.

She folded up the letter and tucked it into an envelope. She tied her forehead protector around her head and walked out the door, envelope in hand. Normally, she would skip down the steps and bound out ino the fresh air and sun, ready to start a new day. This day, however, she could only drag her feet down the stairs and glare up at the sun that beat down on her back, even through all of the trees.

"Hey, Sakura!" Naruto yelled, nearly blasting her eardrums right out of her head, as usual.

She smiled still as he jogged up next to her. His attitude was contagious. "Good morning, Naruto."

"I was just on my way to get some ramen! Want to come?" he offered excitedly.

Sakura laughed. "It's like eight in the morning, dimwit." She shook her head, giving him a playful smile.

Naruto shrugged. "Your loss! Bye!" With a wave, he disappeared down the street. Sakura couldn't help but smile now as she made her way through town with the letter. Her old teammate was still just the same as ever. She loved him dearly; he was her brother if not blood-related.

She sighed as she watched him run into the ramen shop. He knew that he was not allowed to see Hinata at her home, but Sakura didn't think Naruto realized exactly how much the Hyuugas disapproved of him—if his happy exterior was any indication, at least.

Sakura had thought to tell her childhood teacher about her problem. That had only been a brief thought though. Kakashi was great with fighting and strategy, but he was clueless about these sorts of things. He'd bid her good luck and continue reading his Come Come Paradise magazine. Or, he'd make things much worse.

No, Sakura definitely needed a professional. She needed someone who would dig her out of this mess, and at a fair price. Most importantly, she needed someone who would dig her out of it before her parents returned.

She needed the best peacemaker there was.

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Quite a ways away, in the middle of a small clearing, two men stood ten feet apart from each other. One was glaring the other one down, stretching his fingers at his sides and working his chakra up and down. He was young, only looking to be sixteen or so, but was overly cocky. He had been trying to work up a name for himself around the villages, as a missing nin, and when he had heard about the other man making a stop at the Hidden Cloud village, he couldn't resist the urge.

The other man was, after all, a legend. He was Sasuke of the prestigious, yet dead, Uchiha clan. He knew as much, but not much more, for most of his memory had been lost when he was a boy. No one else really knew that much about him either.

Although he apparently originated from the Hidden Leaf village, he did not live in any one particular place. He was a hired assassin for any village which required his services. And, he was feared immensly. No one really knew that much about him though (discounting his memory problem); he was extremely anti-social. All that was said about him was mostly rumors and it was questionable about which rumors were actually true. One rumor which floated around was that his older brother had killed the entire Uchiha clan except poor Sasuke. This rumor could be neither denied nor acredited since the sole survivor didn't remember what happened. He had never returned to Hidden Leaf village for very long either to try and uncover his past.

Sasuke Uchiha seemed far more calm than the younger man standing ten feet away from him. He stood completely still, staring at the ground. He was nineteen or twenty—he didn't remember. He was on his way to his original village of the Hidden Leaf to repay a debt when this young fool had shown up, demanding a showdown of power.

He really did not want to kill the young boy, but he had been given no choice in the matter. Sasuke had tried to ignore the boy's taunts, but when the Uchiha man had been nearly struck in the back by a rather monotone jutsu, he had been forced to accept the challenge.

"Are we going to do this or not?" the sixteen-year-old demanded impatiently.

Sasuke looked up then, his coal black eyes piercing into the boy harshly. The boy gasped in excitement when those same onyx orbs shifted to a red as crimson as blood. He had been waiting for a break like this for a long time.

"Fine," Sasuke replied calmly. He reached into his pocket slowly and before the boy could even blink, he had embedded several kunai into the boy's neck.

Sasuke Uchiha turned away from the sight of the boy falling over onto his face, not liking how the day had turned out at all. He didn't like how people seeked him out now. Just like how the old man had seeked him out, asking him for the favor which would repay Sasuke's debt. Of course, he simply could not refuse, given how the man had taken care of him after he had lost his memory until he was strong enough to leave on his own.

"Bah,"he grumbled, thumbing his palm as he sought his way towards the entrance/exit of the village. Welp, here I go. Off to repay that stupid debt.

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Sasuke stared at the old bridge leading into the Hidden Leaf village. He raised a brow thoughtfully. Nope, nothing. Not any visions triggering his lost memory. With a shrug, he trudged across the bridge and through the hundreds of trees.

People walked around the streets, chatting happily and shopping, among other things. Each wore their pride-and-joy Hidden Leaf forehead protectors, oblivious to everything around them. Sasuke didn't have a forehead protector. He had lost it when his memory had been lost.

He glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand. He had no clue where the address was, and he was not familiar with the streets.

"Excuse me," he called out as a man passed him. The blond turned around quizically. Sasuke did a double-take at the strange whisker markings on the man's face. "Can you tell me where Shou street is?"

The man turned around and pointed off in a direction. "That way; take a left at the ramen stand; then, take a right at the other ramen stand!" With that, he jogged off. Sasuke snorted in disdain as the man disappeared around a corner.

"How helpful," he muttered to himself. He shook his head and began walking in the direction the man pointed, hands shoved in the pockets of his black, tight shorts. Sure enough, after a few minutes of walking, he spotted a ramen stand off to the side, and he took a right at the cross street it was on the corner of.

He continued on his way down the streets until he came up to the address he was seeking. He glanced at the paper one more time and shoved it back in his pocket. He looked up at the house and sighed, resigned. Might as well get it over with.

He knocked on the door, and waited impatiently for someone to answer.

Sakura padded over to the door and swung it open. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the man standing outside on the steps. He reminded her of something dark and forbidden with his ebony black hair and eyes, along with his equally dark shirt and shorts. His pale skin contrasted highly with the rest of him. He was brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face, looking quite irritable.

"May I... help you?" Sakura stuttered quietly.

The man took a piece of paper out of his pocket and read it for a second. "Are you Sakura Haruno?"

Sakura squealed inwardly. He's looking for me! He's so cute!

"Well?"

The rosy-haired woman shook herself out of her thoughts at his impatient prompt. She nodded. "Yes, I am. And you are?"

"I'm Sasuke. I'm here about a problem," he told her, glancing around disinterestedly.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "You're the peacemaker! Please, come in!" She tugged him inside the house, oblivious to her protests. She ushered him into the sitting room and made him comfortable while she put on a pot of tea.

Re-entering the room with the tea in hand, she saw him staring around the room, seemingly pre-occupied with his thoughts. She cleared her throat gently. When he looked up at her, she sat down next to him with a big smile on her soft features.

"Thank you so much for coming! I really need your help with the Hyuugas. They just don't like Naruto because he isn't from a good bloodline. Naruto and Hinata really love each other though!" she said animatedly.

"I see. And Hinata is a Hyuuga, I suppose?" Sasuke ventured.

Sakura nodded. "Yes, she is. She's a shy girl, so she won't stand up to her family. I was only trying to help her and Naruto along, but the Hyuugas think I forced them together. Now, they are threatening to 'deal' with me if I don't fix what I 'screwed up.'"

Sasuke looked thoughtful. "So, who do I kill?"

Sakura choked on her tea and nearly dropped the cup. "I... I beg your pardon?"

"Who do I kill?" he repeated patiently.

"Kill!" she exclaimed in shock. She set down the teacup onto the table in front of the couch. "You don't kill anyone! You're a peacemaker!"

Sasuke shook his head, ever the calm one in her outburst. "No, I'm a professional assassin. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Assassin!" She nearly choked again. "I asked for a peacemaker! You can't help me! Oh, my goodness." Sakura stood up and started pacing the room frantically.

"You are really annoying."

She glared down at him as he sat calmly on the couch, sipping his tea. Suddenly, he didn't seem so attractive. She stamped her foot.

"Why did you come here if you aren't a peacemaker!"

Sasuke shrugged. "I am repaying a debt. I was told to come here and help you."

Sakura folded her arms across her chest. "Well, you'll just have to leave."

Sasuke stood up then, looming over her with a dangerous glint in his eye. "I am not leaving until I repay my debt!"

Sakura gulped. "W-Well, if you promise not to kill anyone, maybe you can help me."

The Uchiha man nodded, satisfied. "Fine, I won't kill anyone, unless they provoke me."

Sakura sighed in relief and sat back down on the couch. After a sip of her tea, she responded, "Deal."

Before another word could be said between them, a loud calling could be heard from the hall before a familiar blond head popped in the doorway.

"Sakuraaaa!"

The woman half-turned and glanced over at the door. "Naruto?"

Sasuke followed her gaze to see it was the weird man who had given him 'directions' not too long ago. The blond man, Naruto, seemed to recognize him, as well.

"Hello, again!" he greeted loudly, waving. Sasuke lifted a delicate brow, but did not respond. Naruto frowned. "Okay then. Anyway," he turned to Sakura, "I brought you some ramen, Sakura. For later!" He grinned cheekily and made his way through the sitting room and over to the kitchen. "I know you've been busy with the kiddos at the academy, and with your parents gone, I'm sure you don't have time to cook!"

"That's very thoughtful of you, Naruto," Sakura said sincerely, though she wondered why he went through all of the trouble. "Aren't you supposed to be training with Lee though?"

Naruto nodded as he closed the refrigerator door. "On my over there now! I'll talk to you later!" He planted a kiss on the top of her head before swiftly making his way out of the sitting room, and out of the house completely.

"I couldn't help hearing he is named Naruto."

The deep voice at her side drew Sakura's attention back to her assassin-turned-peacemaker. He was staring intently at her, and she drew back slightly, a blush threatening to overcome her cheeks.

"Yes, that is Naruto, the man who loves Hinata."

He snorted. "I can see why the girl's parents hate him."

Sakura gasped in outrage. "He is very sweet, thoughtful, and protective! You just don't know him!"

Sasuke shrugged. "Fine, whatever. Just show me my room because I'm tired."

"You're staying here?" she asked, dumbfounded.

He gave her a 'duh' look. "Well, yeah."

Sakura frowned. He was very good-looking, but his attitude certainly was not the best. She stood primly and led him out of the sitting room. She didn't know if he would do her any good with her little problem, and she was afraid to find out, but she sure wasn't going to force him to leave. He did not seem the type to listen to what others had to say.

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I hope this first chapter has been even the slightest bit interesting. Please review and tell me what you think!