Hey guys~ I'm really sorry for the abrupt halt in the updates, but I forgot to tell you in the previous chapter that I had a piano exam coming up. I've finished the piano exam, but it was ridiculous this time around. 

I had a long weekend and for three days straight I literally did nothing but play piano. I probably played for at least six or seven hours a day during that three day weekend. No joke. And then I skipped school the day of the exam and continued to practise all day. 

*sigh* 

Anyways, all the practise definitely payed off because I think that I did pretty well! :D

I don't know how many of you guys know this, but I'm also one of the admins for the official Naruto Watty Awards (NarutoWattyAwards), and the entries have opened, so I was also really busy with that. Please check out the account the voting period begins on June 2nd!

*IMPORTANT! If you don't read this, you may be confused in the following chapter!*

So this isn't a official chapter, but I wanted to add this in at some point in time because I thought it was kind of interesting. It started off as a half baked story with no plot whatsoever, and this is what came out of it. I wrote it about half a year ago. Tell me what you think~

Life: #1

Age: 3

"Mrs and Mr Haruno, you two are very lucky to have Sakura as your daughter. She is such a bright kid." The daycare teacher commented in her bubbly voice that she could usually be easily identified with. "Have you considered putting her into the Ninja Academy? I'm sure she would make a lovely addition to our loyal and brave shinobi."

Mebuki Haruno gave a nod in reply. "Sakura has always been fascinated by ninja, she loves to sit on the bench by the front gates and watch shinobi come and go."

Hizashi Haruno wrapped an arm around his wife and shot a loving glance at their daughter who was sitting on the other end of the room, drawing something with a red crayon. "We definitely want to send Sakura to the Academy."

Life: #2

Age: 7

Sakura stared at the familiar face of her former teammate. She didn't know how or why she had been given another life, but she sure as hell wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

"Hey there!" Sakura put on her brightest smile and took a step towards the blonde boy on the swings. "You look lonely. Do you want me to push you? By the way, my name is Sakura. What's yours?"

"My name's Naruto Uzumaki. And I'm gonna be Hokage one day!"

Life: #3

Age: 12

"Sakura! Get down from that tree this instant!" Sakura's silver haired sensei yelled. Her two teammates watched her worriedly from below.

"No!" Sakura laughed madly as she swung backwards, hanging from the tree with her legs. She face suddenly turned to surprise as she lost her grip and fell, an unintentional scream escaping her throat.

Warm arms enveloped her and stopped her from crashing into the ground. Sakura looked up to see Kakashi glaring at her though one dark eye. "See? I knew you were gonna catch me."

Life: #4

Age: 14

"Come on, Sakura! You have to try harder!" Tsunade encouraged.

"I already am trying!" Sakura snapped. She knew how to do everything from her past life experiences, but mastering her chakra control was always a challenge with each new life.

Tsunade frowned at her apprentice's tone of voice. If Sakura hadn't shown so much potential, Tsunade would have never agreed to take her in as a student. Sakura had such a nasty temper and always seemed to be in a bad mood.

Life: #5

Age: 16

Sakura watched from the sidelines, a blank look on her face as she watched Ino bustle though the village towards the gates to collect a report for her master, Tsunade. In this life, Sakura didn't ask Tsunade to take her on as a student. Instead, Sakura had spent her time halfheartedly training by herself.

She turned her back and walked in the opposite direction she knew she would find Naruto. Today was the day he comes home.

Life: #6

Age: 20

The war had ended long ago, but Sakura had given up long before it had even started.

She walked to the middle of the training field. Her parents had asked her why she was wearing her best dress today when she had left.

She gave them no response.

The dress was butterfly yellow with an open back and a long skirt. She now regretted wearing it. It just occurred to her that the yellow would clash horribly with the red that was to come.

Sakura reached beneath her dress and took a kunai from the pouch strapped to her thigh.

She wanted to die. And stay dead this time.

Tears reddened her cheeks has she held the blade to her throat.

Life: #7

Age: 28

A dark shadow crept past the prison guards, slipping into cell B4.

The prisoner didn't even stir from his slumber as the shadow loomed over him, extracting a small blade from it's cloak.

Sakura had been promised a good amount of money to kill this man. According to her sources, he had killed many people, one of those people being the sister of the person who had hired Sakura.

No sound was made as Sakura finished her job and got herself out of the prison and into the forest. Only when Sakura was in the safety of the trees did the alarms begin to blare.

Life: #8

Age: 36

Sakura slowly poked her tongue out and took a hesitant lick from her ice cream, before nodding in satisfaction and digging in.

She had traveled two thousand kilometres to a remote village in the northern side of the Land of Rain to taste an ice cream that was made with the roots of a plant that only grew in the mountains surrounding the village.

Totally worth it.

Life: #9

Age: 42

Sakura looked out at the sight before her. Her village. Her lovely, little village. Her lovely, little, famous, powerful village.

This was the village that Sakura had took ahold of at age 18 in this life, and had risen it from the ground.

Due to her well thought out plans and actions for the ninja school in her village, the medical system, and the civilian households, her village was now well known and rich.

But being a leader of a major village was harder than most thought it to be.

Sakura sighed and returned to her desk to finish off the last of the big pile of paperwork.

Life: #10

Age: 92

Sakura lay in bed, looking at the plain white ceiling of the hospital. It would be the last thing she saw in this life.

Her heart was failing her simply from old age and a lifetime of working in her father's shop. Well, her shop a few years ago and now her daughter's shop.

In this life, she had decided to try the civilian's lifestyle and had decided to become a chef like her father, taking over his small restaurant.

She had lived a good and relaxing life that most would call boring. But it felt good to take a break from the millions of adventure she had gone on over the course of her nine other lives.

Sakura closed her eyes, and, just as she had for every other time she died, wished that this one would be the death where she could finally cross over into oblivion.

She had no such luck.