Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto or any of the characters below. Just own the plot. Sadly.

Prologue

I sighed for the nth time that afternoon, walking down the hallway to gather my stuff from my stupid locker. I mean, come on, I was the daughter of a university professor, for heaven's sake! I'm supposed to go to a great college, become a doctor, and have one of the most successful lives in the world. How can I flunk a freakin' math test? Again? Sure, I'm not dumb, and I get A's in other classes besides calculus, but getting a D on a pop quiz for the third time this month? That's just not tolerable. I'm a disgrace.

I sighed again, and ignored Ino as she sighed as well and placed a perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder.

"Lighten up, Sakura," she said to me, her light aquamarine eyes shining. "Frowning gives you wrinkles, and wrinkles make you ugly. Men don't like girls that frown or ones that have wrinkles. It's basic math. Live and learn!"

"Gee, thanks for the advice," I muttered back, pouting, "but you're basically nothing like me, Ino-pig. You're going to be a model when you grow older; you're not pursuing an academical profession like me. I mean, have you ever thought of becoming a doctor in the future?"

"No," Ino said immediately, and I glared at her slightly while she laughed, "but being pretty is also really important, especially now that you got your forehead problem out of the way." As if to prove a point, she flicked my head.

"Good to know, pig." I mumbled irritatingly, and shoved her hand away. "Now, stop flicking my forehead."

"Fine, fine. Just don't worry about it, okay? It's just one test. Get over it."

"Uhuh." I muttered miserably, and I heard Ino bid farewells to her other classmates. You see, even though Ino was extremely vain, not exactly studious and fails in P.E., she was always confident in everything she does. She's beautiful, not to mention rich. Girls want to be her; boys wanna be with her. Although she was my best-best friend, I still couldn't help myself from being incredibly jealous of her.

And me, if you were wondering -though I highly doubt you actually care-, am probably on the bottom of the social ladder.

. . . Okay, maybe that was a bit over-exaggerating.

But seriously, I'm just gonna get to the point. I'm not dumb, but I'm not the smartest, either. Math was probably my worst subject, otherwise I have a passing grade in other classes. The only thing I'm really good at was P.E.. But, I am still very clumsy.

I know, many of you probably think I'm crazy -which I possibly am-, but it's true. I'm a klutz. Can't blame me; that's one of the only things I inherited from my mother. With the exception of my brilliant green eyes that are probably the only thing that stood out on me. Yup, my mom was beautiful; she was a model. But me? No, I'm far from beautiful.

Speaking of my mother, yeah, she's dead.

Sad, huh?

But, at least I had my beloved father, even though, being a dad, he can still be really annoying.

My dad, as a professor, was rarely home. Even if he was, he would probably be hiding in his office all day. We were middle-class citizens. Though, we're nothing close to Ino's family -since her mom owns this incredibly thriving clothing store-, we still survived.

Basically, I am your average, teenage girl. Well, I'm a young adult, really. 17. Ha ha.

. . . I don't care if I don't sound 17. Shut up.

"Well, Sakura, I'll see you tomorrow!" Ino said to me before I turned around. I smiled at her and waved.

"Bye, Ino." I replied, and glanced affectionally at her as she danced away. And yeah, literally, danced away.

Sure, I'm really jealous of her, but she's practically my sister. I love her.

So, to end the school day, I stuffed my homework in my bag, slammed my locker door shut, and headed out to the parking lot for my car.

The car was pretty old, it used to be my dad's, but I insisted on keeping this one -since it's still usable and held a lot of memories- while my dad bought a new car that he used to go to work. Ino, being the rich girl that she was, managed to save up her allowance to buy her own car. Lucky bitch.

I was probably the worst failure in the whole school. I mean, seriously, nothing about me sticks out. Except for my abnormally huge forehead -as Ino pointed out-, and I had pink hair. Cotton-candy-pink hair!

It sucked.

I took a sip of my juice from my straw.

Literally.

As I turned the corner, I realized how practical Konoha is. It's a beautiful but small town somewhere in the southern part of Japan, and many people come here for vacation. Since it's spring and it's only two months away from summer, there were already a few tourists here. Not a lot, but still some.

I sighed happily as I slowly drove down the street in my beat-up Toyota.

Hey~ Hey! Who's that?

No seriously, who the heck was that?

That person? Can't you see that incredibly cute boy walking down the street?

. . .Oh. Oh! Right, you can't. My bad.

Anyway, as I turned another corner to a more deserted part of town, I saw this cute boy on the sidewalk, wandering aimlessly down the lane with his hands in his pockets.

Sure, I'm not boy crazy, but it's still alright to observe, right?

His raven-black hair ruffled against the wind, and I could tell by how his hood was right behind his neck, that it must've blown off because of the wind or something. Oh yeah, I'm a detective. I couldn't exactly see his eyes from this distance, but they seemed to be thinking, and by the way his eyebrows were a bit scrunched up and he was biting his lip slightly, he was definitely deep in thought. His blue hoodie made an interesting contrast to his pale skin, and he strolled down the sidewalk purposelessly.

He seemed incredibly familiar. Probably just a cute boy from school.

I shrugged slightly and continued down the road, for I had slowed down a lot to observe Cute-guy and his aimless wandering. As I turned the radio a bit louder, Cute-guy stepped off from the sidewalk onto the street. I didn't notice him do that.

Until I stepped on my break compellingly, watching in horror as Cute-guy collided into my car, his head banging on the car's hood.

Ooo! Sakura's in trouble, ne?

Anyways, this is my first Naruto fiction, and I know the characters are (or 'will be') pretty OOC. I'll try not to make them too out of character, but it thickens the plot, you know? I honestly don't like Sakura's personality in the animes and manga; there are times where she was extremely weak, and I, personally, don't really like that. Well, that's just me. I'll try to make this story as funny as possible, so I hope you guys are liking it so far.

Just so you guys know, this story was originally intended for this other anime "Cardcaptor Sakura", but I realized that I'm writing another story about it, so I changed the category. I hope this'll fit. By the way, more characters are coming soon. This was just an introduction.

I will update the next chapter as soon as I see that there are enough people reading it. I mean, I honestly don't see the point of updating when no one bothers to, at least, browse it. So we'll see. :)