A/N: Plot bunnies just keep appearing!! Anyways, this was a random idea that popped into my head. I want to make a tear jerker/sad story--something really real to life. So, here it is! Friends!

Hinata slept soundly on her queen-sized bed, only the other side supposedly occupied by her boyfriend Naruto, but he was on tour for a week with his band, Seventh Heaven. She snored quietly, but tossed and turned occasionally out of the absence of her beloved Naruto.

Suddenly, her white Blackberry rang Debussy, meaning one of her family was calling. She flicked it open, only to be greeted by her little sister's voice. "Onee?" Her imouto's soft voice chimed.

Hinata shook her blackish-blue locks around before responding in a low growl. "Hanabi, it's," She glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table, which illuminated '4:30 AM' in a bright red. "4:30 in the morning. What would you be calling about at this time?" She asked.

"Um…well…" She stumbled around. "I'm in the car. I sort of fought with Dad. Can I stay with you for a while?" The silent humming of Hanabi's Mazda 5 playing silently in the background as Hinata contemplated on the question.

'Again?' She sighed, knowing that she couldn't say no. "Why not? Get over here before I fall asleep already."

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Getting off from the late shift, Sakura stretched as she left the last room of her rounds.

"Dr. Haruno!" An intern called from behind her. "Minor concussion! Street racing accident!" She explained.

Sakura froze. Street racing…

"DOCTOR HARUNO!!" The intern called once again.

Snapping from her reverie, her head turned to the running crowd. Immediately, she pulled on her stethoscope and rushed to the group of nurses. She saw the patient was a young man, about her age of 22. He had messy red hair, which went along well with the blood that trickled from the right corner of forehead. On the opposite of that, the kanji for 'love' was tattooed in the same striking crimson.

Street racer.

Even though blood was spilling profusely from the injury, he still occasionally grabbed his forehead and moaned in pain, causing the pinkette or a nurse to pull the limb back down.

"Get him to surgery! I need anesthesia, NOW!"

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"It's over Shika."

"WHAT?" Said genius' eyes widened. "Ino…you said that you loved me just a minute ago."

The blonde tore her phone off the table and removed the loudspeaker. "You fucking heard me Nara!" She screamed, taking another swig of the brandy bottle in her hand. "WE'RE OVER AND THAT'S FINAL!"

And the purple RZR was flipped closed. Conversation over.

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A brown haired figure made her way past the dark alley, ignoring the catcalls and whistles she received from the drunken group of men who saw her.

'Why did I have to wear this to work?!' She asked herself, examining her outfit. It was a short strapless green dress, complemented with black leggings, a black coat and black high heeled boots. After all, she still had to cover up for the early January frost while looking hot for her job at Ichiraku's Bar.

She pulled her collar up, guarding her very exposed collarbone from the cold. Suddenly, her phone vibrated from under the thin covering of the coat.

"What's up Screwy?" She answered. On the caller ID was none other than one of her long time friends, Hyuuga Neji, AKA her lawyer.

"No time for jokes Tenten. We found it." He deadpanned. "We found your parents' will."

A/N: How'd you like it? Good, bad? Tell me in a review, and I would probably continue.

- Bella