Sakura wanted to die. Sasori was fine with staying dead. But it seemed fate had other plans for them, because when they both wake up younger with blood pulsing through their veins, they had to remember how to live again. Time Travel AU Rewrite of Stumble (2013) Cover by: @SkyKnight_ BETA: @OfCloves

"He chose your fate. You have to take over his job. His village. His place in the world. This is the life you have to live. So, what do you say? Do you accept the position as Orochimaru's successor?" When Kabuto manages to convince Haruno Sakura to become the Shodai Otokage, she finds out that this might be the best decision she's ever made. "Finally, I've done something right." Sequel: "Shinobi" Rewrite of: Red Skies (2013)

Four year old Sakura and the Akatsuki. (BEING EDITED)

What if Deidara had a little sister? What if he loved her like he loved his art? What if she was like her brother? and even had the hand mouths? Well, this is a story about her. Her name is Emiko. Emiko is a explosion happy girl, and often refered to by her big brother, little bomber. Reason for the name of the story. When Emiko was born, her mother couldn't take care of her, so Deidara basically took care of her, teaching her about his art. When they left Iwa, (The Village hidden in the stones,) Deidara told her, if he couldn't protect her by staying near her, they would be seperated, but one day, they will reunite. which happened when the Akatsuki took interest in Deidara. The girl, like in all other fan fic's, gets sent to Konoha, she gain's friends, enemies, she makes over one thousand explosions. But the question is, when the time comes, if it ever does. will she return to her brothers side, or will she stay in Konoha, with her newly found friends? read to find out the untold story of Emiko! The Little Bomber! (Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto... or anyone that you recognize. I own Emiko Kin and her E's and anything else you don't recognize, nothing more, nothing less) Copyrighted 2012-2014 ©

****Winner of the Most Popular Naruto Fanfic Watty Award 2013/14**** **Currently being rewritten as the original is old and awful in this author's opinion** A coming of age story about a young Ninja, confused and hurt by the instances in her past, struggling to find her place and figure out what it all means. Can the kindness of a new Village warm a heart that time has taught to be cold and cruel? Can new friendships replace broken bonds, lost to the past? Is it safer to stay, or is it safer to run? A story not about one's physical strength, or of obtaining great power, but a story of overcoming and learning to change as old wounds heal.

I've known Hidan for a long time before I met my demise. To me, he was just a fool who praised a god who didn't exist. But when I became a Shinigami and read the story of Hidan's life, I realized that I was horribly mistaken. He wasn't all that I thought he was. Hidan of the Akatsuki was a man who wanted to give everything up for the only person he would ever love, but, maybe I was right on some parts. He was a fool- but the special kind. @NarutoWattyAwards Summer 2014 Third Place Winner in the Akatsuki Category!

Meet Fuzen Kanpeki. She leads a normal life. A student in the ninja academy at Konoha. A good student. A couple of friends. A family to come home to every day. Mother, Father, Sister. A loving family, no? That's right. No.

[Book One] "I'm proud of who I am. A thief, a lone traveler who never stops running. Just watch me, I will fight and survive, for me and by myself." Akai is not a shinobi. She's just a travelling mercenary with no destination. Okay... 'mercenary' is just the kind way to call her... She's also a thief. Merely just for the thrill. She did everything she wants, no rules can stop her. Until she stumbled upon Konoha. A warm, peaceful place, unlike her 'home'. The people's kindness is something new for her. Will she stay? Or will she continue her old life, messing with other people and running away? | * | * | * | * | * | DISCLAIMER: We do not own Naruto. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto ©MidnightPilots