Disclaimer; I Do Not Own Naruto

A/N; Hello everyone!

Great to be here again. (I sound like I'm on stage XD) I'd like to say 'Hello' to anyone who has reviewed Discrepancy and is now checking out my next story.

I'm going to give a fair warning now. This story will be graphic, it deals with intense fighting scenes, drug use, language and sexual themes. There will be lemons in later chapters, but I'm going to go ahead and give a big mark of shame to anyone who only skims lightly through chapters to get to them. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! SHAME! XD

Lol, okay, enough messing.

I haven't really been working on this for very long, so I need your reviews now more then ever so I can decide whither or not to continue it.

This is just the Prologue, meant to give some background detail before I get into the story. Not all chapters will be written this way.

Read and enjoy!

Sakura Haruno is anything but normal.

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Sakura Haruno, five foot six inches, natural pink hair, healthy clear complexion and apple green eyes. Unusual color for hair. Doctors had been baffled by it, but their conclusion was relatively simple; genetics.

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Both Mr. and Mrs Haruno had long family history for red heads and strawberry blondes. But black, blonde or brunette had been long absent. They all figured, doctors and her parents included, that Sakura's bright pink hair was just a strange, rare product of long generations of red and red-blonde pigments in their genes.

Sakura's grandparents on her father's side insisted that it was devil's work. That the child was born evil.

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Her parents didn't talk to them any more.

A church minister and his wife, both devote Christians, both strawberry-blondes. Disowned their son's only child because of her unusual hair color. They made the Christian community look bad. Her parents themselves rarely went to church. Sakura didn't believe.

Her only uncle on her father's side owned a weapon shop out of town. Her didn't keep much contact with them either.

As a little girl, her parents had gotten numerous requests from various talk shows and commercial offers. Every time her parents turned them down.

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Mr. and Mrs. Yamanaka, friends and ex-neighbors of Sakura's parents, had encouraged taking up some of the offers. They themselves had gotten their own daughter Ino, who was Sakura's age, a role as one of the Juicy-Juice kids until she turned eight. And Sakura could have a possible once in a life-time opportunity in show-business. But Mrs. Haruno wasn't having any of it. She wanted her daughter to grow up as normal as possible.

Which she did. For the most part.

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Sakura Haruno, by day she is a normal-looking seventeen year old high school senior who spends time volunteering at nursing homes, animal shelters and tutoring sixth graders. But by night, she's..

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She's something else.

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Sakura Haruno, was aspiring to be an underground fighter of the Konoha Dojo. She had spent the last three years of her life practicing for the day when she could finally enter the cage herself and prove herself worthy.

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Those days were finally about to come.

And that was why Sakura Haruno was currently lifting weights after school on a Friday night, instead of out partying with Ino and the rest of her friends at Choji's house.

Up, down. Sakura Haruno, one hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle, flesh and bone. Lifting more than twice her body weight; three hundred and ten pounds on her Friday night off from work as a waitress.

Instead of greeting customers with a friendly smile and different menus, she was spending her time on a weight lifting machine, pushing her body to the max like any other training day.

By now, she had a pretty decent schedule worked out; Her alarm went off at five. She was awake, dressed and ready by five-fifteen. One quick half-breakfast then a jog half a mile around the neighborhood. After her jog, a ten-minute shower, then a new outfit and another half breakfast. She drove to school, ate two smalls snacks at different times for lunch, school got out at two thirty. She usually would be home by three, unless she was driving a friend home.

After that, her real day began.

It was only on specific days that her routine changed. Monday; she was a nursing home volunteer. Tuesday; tutoring kids at the nearby middle school. Wednesday; animal shelter. Thursday, homeless shelter. Friday; waitressing at a diner about several blocks from her school. Saturday was also spent waitressing, leaving Sunday her only day off.

On top of that, Sakura had given herself a brutal work-out catalog. Every week day, she devoted at least ninety minutes to doing pure, non-stop exercise. (Except for two-minute breaks between reps.) Every weekday she worked on a different area. She did only quick stretching on weekends, giving her body time to rebuild new muscle and not risk extreme exhaustion.

Home by six after volunteering or working, homework, studying, a couple quick snacks, dinner with her parents (The only full meal she had a day) and maybe some time chatting with friends, bed by nine o'clock.

Week-ends were different.

She only had Fridays off about once every month. Since the time was so rare she never bothered to actually plan what to do on those days. So she would just spend her extra time working out.

Her jogs were year-round. Even in the winter. On days where it was too snowy or the roads too icy Sakura would simply use the treadmill her mother kept in the basement so she wouldn't risk falling and causing herself injury. Her only exceptions were when she was really sick so she wouldn't put too much strain on her body.

Sakura was intelligent. She needed to keep her health and mental performance in the best possible shape for school, so she made sure that on top of a healthy diet, and good sleep schedule that she had a good work-out at least five times a week, and at least two hours for recreation or time to spend with her friends. To keep what was left of her sanity. Because what kind of sane person would throw away a flawless education, a good family and home for a life of a cage fighter?

She bathed but rarely showered on weekends, washing her hair every day wasn't good for it. Sakura was very precise when it came to her health. Too much washing, too much exercise, too little sleep and an unfit diet could cost her overall health and mean disaster in the cage. She knew that the best diet was to eat a series of light but filling snacks throughout her day. That way her body wouldn't be hungry in-between meals, and she'd have energy to burn.

Her parents never had any need to worry. Both her mother and her father trusted her and her bordering-on-compulsive habits. Neither though it possible for her to be secretly involved in underground fighting clubs behind their backs. That just wasn't Sakura.

And all the while, Sakura was counting down the days until the fighting season was back.

Both her mother and father knew she worked out, but they didn't really know why she worked out, or to the extent that she trained. Sakura told them that it was so she could keep her body in shape as well as help her mood. Because everyone knew that good exercise helped your mood for the better, she had explained to them. She then got all complicated, going on about how she researched something on it for a school project, that exercise released certain chemicals in your brain which was proven to lighten your mood. She became so technical about it that her parents had had to stop her from going on and just not question her about it again, lest they want another long and tiresome lecture. Which was just what Sakura had wanted.

So the both of her parents thought nothing of it, and actually encouraged her to exercise on a weekly routine. Because surely if it helped Sakura's mood and health then it couldn't be a bad thing, right?

If only they knew why she trained.

She would still technically be a rookie. And though she trained every day she needed to get as much time as possible training without pushing herself to the edge. Thus, why she wasn't at the party with the rest of her friends.

All well, there would be other parties. And the season was so close she could almost taste it.

Just three more weeks.

A/N; Sakura's a health freak isn't she? Lol. XD

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