Title: Dance of the Flower Blossoms

Summary: "But if I was going to be apart of the civilian family known as the Haruno clan, you can bet your sweet buns that Sakura was going to be the most kick-ass ninja before Tsunade's training if I had anything to say about it!" Self-Insert, O.C.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. However, I do own any O.C. characters in the following chapters unless stated otherwise. I make no money from this story and only gain the pleasure of writing it.

Dance of the Flower Blossoms

Prologue

As I sat there in my mother's lap, oddly content as she ran her fingers through my hair, I couldn't help but think how wrong this situation was. It was wrong, yes, but highly...intriguing. It wasn't like the innumerable fanfictions I'd read about reincarnation into the Naruto-verse, where the main character would undoubtedly change the course of history. It wasn't like that because I probably wouldn't change the course of history too much and I'm pretty sure I didn't die.

Or maybe I did; I wasn't too sure about it -details were a little foggy.

At the very least, I didn't remember starting out as a baby being born into the world, experiencing the horrors of crapping myself constantly and spewing torpedoes of vomits which was something I was very thankful for. I suppose you could say the day I woke in this body was the day I was born but, in the long run, that would probably cause a mess of complications if I kept mistaking a day that wasn't my birthday as my birthday.

I watched with mild amusement as Kizashi, my father, yelped in pain as Sakura, my sister, pulled on his mustache a tad too hard for his liking. She giggled sunnily, eliciting a matching one from my mouth, regardless of my efforts to keep it in. In these past few months, I think I learned that all children seemed to have a connection when it came to laughing at an adult's expense.

In retrospect, I was more than a little surprised about my ability to keep my composure over this. The only time I really had a fit was when I could feel my chakra coils buzzing which, despite how painless it sounds, is actually quite painful. That trip to the hospital put me in a sulky mood that hadn't lightened for awhile. It reminded me of growing pains or teething pains; it wasn't something prescribed medicine could cure, it was something that would fade as the body got used to the foreign change.

"Koko-chan, you laughed!" Sakura giggled happily as she climbed the couch and snagged my hand. I gave her a light smile, which caused her cheeks to flush in happiness.

Umeko Haruno, daughter to Kizashi and Mebuki Haruno and younger fraternal twin to Sakura Haruno. According to snippets of conversation between my parental units, I was a bit on the...odd side of the spectrum but I couldn't possibly know exactly what they meant by it. Kizashi didn't seem perturbed but I could tell that Mebuki paid extra close attention to me, if I had to go on her constantly holding me in her lap.

"Koko-chan, do you wanna play together?" Sakura blinked with bright, hopeful eyes. When I nodded hesitantly, she cried joyfully and pulled me roughly from my seat in Mother's lap.

In the months with Sakura Haruno as my constant companion, my dislike for her eventually receded into nothingness, leaving only slight irritation and joy as we bonded together, the signs of a (hopefully) healthy sibling relationship.

Previously, my only excuse for my hate was of her uselessness but living as a Haruno, I couldn't fault her. She -or rather "we"- was from a civilian family. We weren't bred to be fighters, soldiers to be thrown against an enemy when the time called for it; we didn't have specialized training or any clan techniques to call our own. We were just people looking to gain a standing amongst the various shinobi clans in Konohagakure...and I couldn't blame that on her or my parents.

Granted, during her academy days, she really should've focused on becoming stronger but...eh, I also can't blame that on her. What can you do when you grow in a time of peace?

Her voice snapped me from my thoughts, "Let's play save the princess!" She tapped a finger to her chin. "Papa, you get to be the monster! Mama, Koko-chan, you can be the princesses!"

"An' 'Kura-chan will be the strong kunoichi who saves us!" I grinned happily, clapping my hands together. When I was met with silence, I glanced at the stunned girl. "W-what?"

Sakura stared at me for a minute more before a bright grin covered her face. "Yeah, I'll be strong and save you, Koko-chan! Don't worry!"

I matched her bright grin, tugging her hand and pulling her away from our parents. Right now, Sakura probably wouldn't last long in battle against a fly -the same could be said about me. But if I was going to be apart of the civilian family known as the Haruno clan, you can bet your sweet buns that Sakura was going to be the most kick-ass ninja before Tsunade's training if I had anything to say about it!

Author's Note: Okay, so I lied. I started a new story because I needed something to do and I'm taking a little break from my other story, even though I haven't updated in like...months. Plus, I was like, why isn't there a O.C. insert about a sibling of Sakura's? I like her.

But anyways, as for the interludes, I probably won't put one in every chapter and I probably will update this sometime next week, hopefully. I hope you all enjoy this story! Now, question time!

Question: If you have one, what is your favorite color?

My Answer: I know it's an unoriginal, clichéd question but I find it to be amusing regardless. My favorite color is green. To me, green is a calming, mellow color that makes me feel really languid when looking at it -depending on the shade of it. For the record, my favorite shade of green is sea green and, yes, my love for Rock Lee was biased because he wore green. These days, I've started to develop somewhat of a fixation with characters that have red hair; I think red hair is very nice looking. It's pretty...