Two years. That's how long peace lasted. After the war, they rebuilt what had been broken-homes, bonds, identities. Team 7 had risen from the ashes of their pain, celebrated as heroes, revered by the very village that once turned its back on them. They trained harder, became stronger, wiser... but had they truly healed? Had they really forgiven those who once shunned them? The what-ifs-those dark, unspoken thoughts-still lurked at the edges of their minds, buried deep. What if they had made a different choice? What if they'd given in to the hatred? What if the people who praised them now had never deserved saving in the first place? And then, one by one, the villagers began to die. Silent. Sudden. Unseen. The streets of Konoha fell quiet once more, not in reverence, but in fear. Doors stayed shut. Children whispered of eclipses in crayon and chalk. And beneath it all, Team 7 felt it: a presence, a chakra signature so painfully familiar it made their skin crawl. It was their own-only it wasn't. Because the true horror wasn't the murders. It wasn't the silence. It was the terrifying possibility that someone out there wore their faces... and remembered every choice they never made.

Naruto, orphaned in the wake of the Kyuubi's wrath, was marked by the village as a monster. No mentor extended a hand; no peer stood by his side. As others played, he lingered in the shadows, craving the warmth of recognition. His pranks, his laughter, all mere echoes of a desperate heart reaching for fleeting glances. Sasuke lived under the same roof as his family, yet his existence was a shadow of another's brilliance. Itachi-the golden son, the perfect shinobi. Sasuke was forever in his wake. "It's Itachi's brother," they whispered, "Why can't you be like him?" The words burrowed deep, seeping into his soul. Sakura, born to a civilian family, rejected the path laid before her. When she defied the role of a dutiful bride and aspiring kunoichi, her parents' love twisted into cruelty. The bruises were not just on her skin but in her spirit. Bullied for her looks, she wondered if anyone would ever see her true beauty. Bound by shared pain and unspoken dreams, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura turned their backs on the village. They swore to return, but only when they had become the warriors they were meant to be, and to gain the respect they always deserved

Ugh, I'm actually doing this again? Y'all know descriptions aren't my thing. ▪《▪》《¤》《▪》《¤》《▪》《¤》▪ Kakashi, Sakura, Sasuke and Naruto know that they are the only ones who are capable of stopping the war. Kaguya intends to take all chakra from ninja, and the only ones standing in her way are Team 7 and now Obito. However, things take a turn for the worst on the battlefield, and Kaguya is unleashed. Kaguya has killed Obito, so their fate is sealed. The attempt that Team 7 made to seal her failed, since Kaguya was too fast. They had risked everything on that try, and now it was too late. Team 7 was about to die. ▪《▪》《¤》《▪》《¤》 《▪》▪ < if > is a story that I was mentally writing while watching the anime. Summary: Team 7 is shot back into the past during the war. Instead of fighting to get back, their objective is to completely rewrite the past. In their rewriting, they make some discoveries, and end up dealing with new and old problems. (Yes I rewrote the shitty intro omg why didn't u guys tell me the intro was trash) Naruto and all of its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, and all other involved parties. Buuut THIS STORY IS MINE BITCHES. MINE. Don't expect it to be any good tho XD Anyway, enjoy - author :)

18 year old Haruno Sakura was a normal girl with a normal life,who had a few close friends,Naruto,Ino,hinata and Tenten,she was one of the only girls who wasn't head over heels with the school Captain and basketball captain Sasuke uchiha,what happens if she accidently texted the wrong number and Texted the Sasuke uchiha? Sasusaku fan fiction. !i don't own Naruto! The original author of naruto -Misashi kishimoto