Author Notes;
Hello everyone; how are you? I am fine, if you want to know. Well, just so you know, this is a Sasuke and Naruko story. In the beginning….well, let's just stay these two (an others, I'm guessing) are mine. Uchiha Mina, Uchiha Ryuu and their son, Uchiha Sasuke (named after his grandfather) but other then those; I don't own Naruto and Company. Sad, I know. Anyways, let's get to the story, yes? Well, here it is.

His and Her First Love

Konoha; Uchiha Manor

"Mother? Could you tell me story?" asked a young child, laying on a large bed. A woman, dark eyes and golden hair, walked over to her small child and smiled softly. She sat down on the bed and rubbed the child's head softly. The small boy giggled as his mother did this, smiling. The woman glanced around the room of her grandparents; Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Naruko.

"Yes. Which one do you wish to hear?" she asked in a calm tone. The child looked thoughtful for a while, rubbing his chin in a playful manner. The woman's smile wouldn't fade as she looked at her first born child.

"Mother? Could you tell me the story of Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandma?" the woman's smile turned into a small frown. It had always bothered her to talk about the dead. However, the hopefulness in her child's eyes made her sigh.

"Yes, of course. As you know…"

Konoha; Uzumaki Naruko

"I won't be shown up!" yelled a female's voice. She was at her run-down house, alone. She had been training for some time now; doing push-ups, sit ups, pull ups, and other stretches. She had been telling herself that for a long time, that she wouldn't be shown up by anyone.

She wasn't special like the other kids; she didn't have parents or siblings that could teach her the cool Jutsu the other kids knew. She could only build up what strength she had. But, even that wasn't enough. As hard as she tried, and she did, she just couldn't do anything right. It was if the gods didn't want Uzumaki Naruko to become a ninja, let alone be the fifth Hokage. But she never gave up because she didn't believe in fate or destiny.

Letting a small yawn escape her lips, Naruko sat up and glanced at the clock. 9:30. She still had time to shower, get dress, and eat before she had to go the academy. She was in the Ninja Academy for Young Ninja. As an orphan, she had no where to go and with no family, she couldn't take care of herself if she wasn't a ninja. But, she didn't mind it. With becoming a ninja, a dream came into mind. She knew the Hokage, or the old man which she calls him, and knew that many people respect him and trust him; she wanted that. So, with a pledge made from blood, she promised herself that no matter what happens, she will become the Hokage. She thought it would be a good idea; she would get noticed and get respect all at once.

Letting another yawn out, she got off of the floor. As she stood up, her arm went straight to her right shoulder, rubbing it slightly. How her muscles hated her for putting them threw that. Naruko sighed as she walked, in a sluggish pace, toward the bathroom.

She looked at the wooden floor, gloomy. She had, once again, spent another restless night of training. She hadn't been sleeping in bed for a while now, maybe two or three weeks. Her crystal blue eyes wore heavy bags under them, showing her tiredness.

Once the Naruko reached the bathroom, she removed her cloths; a simple orange shirt with black nin pants. She glanced at herself in the mirror, eyes casting toward her wrapping around her small bust, a small smile formed as she remembered her younger years as a female ninja. They had always told them that women ninja were far different then males. They told them that they always had to make sure their bust was wrapped in medical wrapping because it was the only thing strong enough to hold them.

The girls had giggled and made jokes about it, but Naruko didn't. Ever since then, she patted her bust down, making them stay slightly flat. But, at the age of twelve, it was getting harder and harder. For she had started to grow them.

Growling, she un-wrapped the wrapping around her bust and higher stomach. She also dropped her green boxers (she thought they were way more easier then ladies underwear and cheaper too). Naruko sat down on the edge of the bathroom as she started the water. She enjoyed it to be warmish. Not too hot or cold. Once she found the temperature she liked, she took the shower head on.

Naruko let out a small noise, as she put her foot and soon her whole body in. She stood there, enjoying the droplets of water that flew out towards her tan-ish skin. It seemed like the water healed any soreness that she had before, making her muscle become calm and relaxed.

As her body relaxed, Naruko went to get her soap bottle. She opened the top of it and inhaled, eyes closing. It smelt so lovely, of flowers in the meadow. However, the name of the sent was 'rose'. Smiling, she turned the bottle around and poured a hefty amount into her hands and started to rub it on her body. She couldn't help but giggle as she saw the small bubbles form and soon pop once she brushed her hand over them.

By this time, her whole body was wet, soaked even. Her hair, golden in color, turned into a darker tone of gold. As she rinsed her body off, she made a grab for the shampoo and conditioner (they were in one) but not before the set the soap back first. Once more, she inhaled the sent of the shampoo. This time, it smelt of mint. For some reason, she always loved the smell of mint. She didn't like the taste of it, oh no, but the smell was lovely. Pouring more of the shampoo then the soup, Naruko started to wash her hair. She would rake her hands threw her hair in a fast then do it slowly. She enjoyed the feeling of her too-sharp nails digging into her scalp. It was like itching a dog behind their ear; they loved and lived for it.
But, once she was done with the process of washing, she rinsed once more. When she was finally done with her shower, she bent down and shut the water off. Her blue eyes showed happiness and awareness, making it almost seem like she wasn't even tired in the first place.

She blond academy student reached for a towel and wrapped it around her torso. She stepped out of the shower, making sure she landed on her dirty cloths and giggled. It seemed like she was in there for a long time because the mirror she looked in before she went into the shower was misty, not daring showing the girl's face. She swiped her hand across the cool surface of it, grinning. Once she saw herself, however, she didn't grin for long.

Her long, golden hair was a mess. It was sticking on her face and started to drip onto her nose. Naruko crossed her eyes for a moment, looking at the rolling droplet. She wrinkled up her nose, wanting it to just…go. But, it didn't. So, taking the "face towel", she rubbed her face. She looked back at her nose, glad that she didn't see the water on her nose.

Drip.

Naruko glared at her nose as she folded her arms across her chest. So, instead of using her face towel, she took out yet another towel. This time, however, it was fuzzy and dark blue. Without thinking about it, she dropped her head down, looking at the ground, and wrapped the towel on her head. Once she knew her blond hair was all in the towel, she stepped out of the bathroom and stretched her arms, going over her head and yawning.

Then went straight to the kitchen, wanting nothing more then to have a nice bowl of ramen with some milk. Smiling, and still undressed, Naruko made her way to the cupboard. She opened the first, and saw nothing. She opened the second, and once more, saw nothing. She began to get desperate, trying to find any ramen in the house. But, much to her dislike, there was nothing but spoiled milk in the refrigerator.

Letting out a deep growl, Naruko stomped out of the kitchen. With nothing to eat, she had to either not eat or get Iruka-Sensei to get her something. And being the person who she is, she didn't want her sensei to do more then he had to for her. But, she would have to go see the old man. She does, after all, need to eat.

With food leaving her mind slowly, she glanced at the room where she was at. It was her room. The smallest of the rooms. There was nothing but a bed, a desk, a dresser and some other smaller things. She hated being here because this was the room where it happened. Ever since that day, she couldn't think straight anymore.

Shaking her head, she went to her dresser and opened it. She went through it, getting out medical wrapping, a pair of clean boxers, a fish net shirt that was long sleeved, a orange shirt that was short sleeved, and a pair of nin pants. She took all of these things and threw them onto her bed, smiling only slightly. She un-wrapped the towel around her body first, then her hair. But, before she took the towel out of her hair, she started to dry it, rubbing it. Once that was done, she started to un-wrap the medical wrapping. Naruko took the neat roll and wrapped it around her bust, making sure it wasn't to lose nor to tight. As she finished that, she saw that she had more, she wrapped some around her hands. She, then, took the fish net shirt and put it on, smiling. She always like the feeling of the fish nets on her skin. Sighing happily, she put on her orange shirt.

With her upper torso dressed, she grabbed her boxers. She tilted her head when she saw the pattern. They were normal boxers, however, they were yellow with small frogs on them. Naruko laughed as she pictured a ninja wearing these. She couldn't hold back a smile as she put them on.

"Only cool ninja wear boxers with frogs on them," she mumbled to herself, with a smile. She put her pants on with ease.

With getting dressed out of the way, she had time to find her hair brush and two rubber bands that were black. She went into the bathroom once more, and started to do her hair. She smiled as she tied back half of her golden hair into a tight pony-tail. She did the same with the other half; making her ping tails. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at her person. She looked good, after all.

As the young ninja walked out of her bathroom, she glanced at the clock and yelled. Naruko ran to the door, taking her keys with her, and slipped on her black sandals. She slammed the door shut, leaving the little clock reading the red letters of 11:46.

Author Notes;
Hm. How was it? Yes, I understand that it was very, very short. But, that's alright, right? Hm, oh well. Tell me what you think about it, yes? I had do something like this. (sighs) well, yeah. Try and be nice, alright?
Ja Ne!