A/N: This fic was actually my first Naruto fic that I did over at . Right now, I'm beginning to work on all of my fics again and realized that I've never put this one up over here. So, without further ado, here is my latest (and my oldest) fic.

This fic is completely, totally AU. I am not following the storyline what-so-ever and as for where Sakura gained her strength, I'm saying that she figured it out all on her own. After all, she's very smart and would probably have figured it out.

The idea of an Omega Shinobi is pretty much my idea. The idea of an Omega is that Omega Shiobi are the ones that are called into action where regular shinobi cannot handle a situation.

This is a Kakashi/Sakura. So, please read and review.

"Naruto! Sasuke! Wait for me!" She called out, her feet carrying her swiftly across the field towards her teammates. When they didn't stop, she gritted her teeth and increased her speed. In the distance, she could see Kakashi-sensai and knew that he was waiting on them.

Now, out of breath, she smiled and realized that she had finally gained on them and when she saw that they were now standing with Kakashi-sensai, she silently thanked the great kamis that she didn't have that much further to go.

But, as she drew closer, she noticed that they had as of yet to turn and look at her, and instead, they turned and began exercises that she recognized as Kakashi-sensai's favorite to warm them up. As she got within earshot, she opened her mouth to call out their names, but suddenly found herself staring at a brick wall.

Frowning, she tried to go around the wall, but it seemed as though the wall went on forever. There was no way around it!

'Weakest of Team 7.'

'She got lucky when she was picked for that team. Everyone knows that she's always being saved by Naruto, Sasuke, or Kakashi.'

'Even her father thinks that she is worthless.'

Tensing as she heard those cruel voices, she covered her ears and fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she rocked back and forth. No, those words couldn't be true. Ok, so she messed up on some things, and she was always being protected by the boys, but that only meant that they cared for her.....didn't it?

'You're so annoying.'

'Sasuke would never look at her. He needs a real kunoichi, and not some wannabe.'

Crying out, she tried to drown out the voices, but they kept coming, and finally, she screamed as loud as she could.

Her eyes snapped open and she quickly sat up. Her brow was drenched in sweat and she took in several deep breaths as her breathing calmed.

Glancing over at her night table, she narrowed her eyes on the letter that sat there, so innocently, and she wondered why in kami's name did she open it, especially after seeing who had sent it?

Sighing, she flopped onto her back and closed her eyes, but sleep would not come. So, she softly cursed and threw back the covers, and yelped when the cool air hit her warmed skin. Finally, she gathered up her courage, and darted out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up for the day. Besides, she had a lot of packing to do and she only had a few hours to do it in.

Once she was dressed and had grabbed an apple from the kitchen, she made her way out of her apartment and headed towards the building, where her commander would be waiting with her transfer papers. Scowling, she wondered what Konoha offered in exchange for her. Probably something major.

Once inside the large building, she forced a smile on her face and approached the office where she knew her commander to be. Knocking, she heard his gruff voice and smiled. Despite the fact that he was her superior, he had taken her under his wing when she first arrived and bloomed under his instruction.

"You wanted to see me?" She asked, her green eyes focused on the frowning man. They had long ago done away with formalities, and she knew it must be serious if he was this bothered.

"I'm sure that you already know that you are being sent back to Konoha, and that your father had a part in this. However, being the coward that he is, he probably failed to explain why." Hiro said, his grey eyes staring intently into her own.

Shrugging, she sat down in the chair that sat in front of his desk and calmly said, "All he told me was that there was an issue that needed my attention, and that I had better get my ass home to deal with it."

Smirking, he nodded. "Yeah, I figured he'd chicken out." He replied, and then pushed a folder towards her. "This is the matter that needs to be taken care of."

Frowning, she opened up the folder and then glanced up at Hiro in shock. Surely, he could not be suggesting that she....no, he wouldn't do that to her. It was cruel. It was horrible. And, she....she would be.....

"Their babysitter, or sensai, if you'd prefer." Hiro said, a slight smile forming on the corners of his mouth. "See, the hokage gave your father a choice, either teach them himself, or find someone else to do it, and he chose you."

Narrowing her eyes, she snapped, "And, I don't suppose that you spoke up on my behalf?" When no answer came, she sighed. "Ok, what did Konoha promise in return?"

Hiro blushed and then chuckled as he allowed a large hand to reach back and scratch the back of his head. "They promised to accommodate us when the next festival is held, and Sakura, you know how good the food and entertainment is, but most importantly, we don't have to pay a single dime." He said, his voice suddenly cheerful as he began to think about all of the beautiful women he'd be able to fondle.

"And, I get to be the sacrificial lamb." Sakura grumbled, her mood quickly growing darker by the minute. She watched as Hiro shuffled papers around and then snapped, "Damn it, I am one of the Omegas. You personally trained me to be in the field, not teach kids."

"I know." Hiro said, quietly. "Sakura, we both know how you feel about Konoha. Hell, I know better than anyone how much you dislike your father, but you are still apart of him, and a part of Konoha. They need good sensais, and my dear, you are one of the best. And, the fact that you are an Omega is the most important part. You will be training those kids in the way of the Omega, much like I did with you."

Sakura was quiet for a moment, but then softly said, "I had the dream again, Hiro."

She heard him slide back his chair and soon found herself wrapped up in his embrace. Sighing, she placed her head on his chest and felt his fingers slide through her long hair.

"I know you had it rough, and I know that you don't want to go back, but Sakura, this is your chance to show all of them that they were wrong." He said, pulling back to look down in her eyes.

Huffing, she grumbled, "Who says that I care what they think, anyways?"

Chuckling, Hiro gently tapped her on the end of her nose and said, "Oh, I think that you know the answer to that, or else, you would not have had that dream. Now, don't you have things to do?"

Growling, she nodded and pulled out of his arms. Walking to the door, she quietly asked, "How long am I going to have to be there?"

"For as long as it takes, I'm afraid." Hiro replied. He regarded his favorite student and friend before adding, "Besides, you never know what you might find when you are back on familiar ground. You might actually get laid."

Shooting him a glare that promised pain, she snapped, "Fuck you."

"Now, now....I tried that once, and got kneed for it, remember?" Hiro playfully reminded her. However, his smile melted off of his face when Sakura grinned.

"Hiro, since I am leaving, let me tell you a little secret." She said, her mouth curving into a smirk. "It wasn't me that you hit on that night. It was Ashitaki and it was his knee that met your groin after you fondled his ass. That will teach you to drink so much, won't it?"

Hiro turned pale and now could understand why Ashitaki would always turn green when he came around. Looking up into her smug face, he shook his head and asked, "And you didn't see fit to stop me?"

"Nope." Sakura said, and straightened her uniform. "I won a lot of money when I bet that you would grab someone's ass. Thankfully, I was right, and to sweeten the deal, that ass just happened to belong to a guy."

His eyes blazing, he began to approach Sakura, but she simply opened the door, blew him a kiss, and gaily called out, "Sorry to be leaving so soon. I got to pack, you know."

When his door shut, Hiro sank into his chair and held his hands in his head. Damn his love of drinking.

The train ride had been, at best, lousy. The seats were uncomfortable, she had a headache, and there were a couple of guys who kept hitting on her, and only stopped when she threatened to rip off the piece of anatomy that proved them to be male.

Now, as she stood at the station, she glanced around and sighed. Her father was no where to be seen, but then again, it didn't surprise her. Shrugging, she hauled up her bags and began to walk. It wasn't that far, and knowing her father, she would have been carrying everything, anyways. So, at least this way, she didn't have to listen to him run off at the mouth.

The walk to Konaha was quiet and gave her time to think about what she wanted to say to her parents. The hokage graciously offered to furnish her with an apartment, and would take the rent out of her check, but for the night, she would have to stay with her parents.

Her mother was a great woman. Her father, well, he wasn't that great. In fact, he was a giant ass. He was constantly telling her that she was weak and that he wished that he had a son instead of a daughter, and to be frank, she just didn't care what he thought anymore. Any bond that they once held, was long dead.

She entered the busy city and lifted a brow. Well, not much had changed, and she shook her head and silently cursed her luck. She wanted to be back in Sajai, but had to face facts that she was here to stay.

As she walked, she didn't notice the looks that she was getting, nor did she hear any of the whispers. In fact, she was too busy trying to remember if she needed to take a right or left at the next intersection to get to her parents' home.

As she made her way down the sidewalk, she decided to try the left, and grinned when she saw a familiar ramen stand. She was only a couple of blocks from her old house, and knew that her mom had probably made a large dinner to celebrate.

As she walked, children would run past her, and stare up at her. At first, it annoyed her, but silently scolded herself for being so bitchy and that they were not doing anything to her, except stare at her uniform.

Ok, she supposed that it was quite odd to see someone, especially a female, in an Omega uniform. Hell, it shocked her when she was told that she was the first woman to make the team. Now, she was expected to train new Omegas, and get them ready for the trials.

Soon, she stood at her mother's door and gently knocked, then glanced over her shoulder to see people standing on the street, pointing at her and whispering. Rolling her eyes, she bit back a snide remark as the door unlocked and flung open to reveal her mom.

"Sakura!" Her mother cried, pulling her daughter into her arms. "I can't believe that you are here."

Laughing a little, she gently guided her mother back and walked into the house, shut the door, and then allowed her stuff to fall to the floor with a satisfied sigh. Glancing at her mother, she grinned. "I can't believe it either, but I was ordered to come."

"You mean forced, don't you?" Her mother asked, her green eyes narrowing. When her daughter nodded, the older woman let out a sharp breath and then motioned for her to follow her into the kitchen. Pointing to a chair, her mother calmly said, "Your father won't be home until late. He likes to drink with the other shinobi."

"You don't sound too disappointed. Has dad's charm finally worn off?" Sakura asked, her tone dry. When no reply came, she shook her head. "I see." She said. "Well, at least you don't have to listen to his mouth."

"That's true." Her mother grinned. She placed a plate of food before Sakura and then fixed one for herself and sat at the table. "So, tell me what it is like to be an Omega Shinobi."

Frowning, she made her way into the night and followed the sound of laughter to the local bar, where she remember that the shinobi of the village would converge after a hard day's work to cut loose. Narrowing her eyes, she recalled the conversation with her mother and decided that it was time for her to speak her mind, and boy, did she have a lot to say.

The doors were open and the strong scent of sweat, booze, and she wasn't sure, but she thought that the third smell could be vomit. Cringing, she sighed, but then straightened her shoulders. She wasn't going to be stopped until she and her father finally saw eye-to-eye.

Walking into the establishment, she blinked and then wondered if her decision to confront her father on this turf was the wrong decision. Men and women were loudly talking, toasting some victory or another, laughing, dancing (or if one was to get technical...humping). Gritting her teeth, she had the absent thought that if the music got any louder, her brain was going to explode.

However, she had a job to do, and she really didn't give a damn if she embarrassed him or herself. Hell, she was a pro at embarrassing herself. When she was initiated into the Omegas, she had done some humiliating things, all in the name of brotherhood. She wondered if the village leader had ever forgiven her for flashing him, especially with his wife and mother in law sitting next to him. Well, at least she proved herself to her brothers.

Her eyes scanned the room, and she noted that she recognized many faces, but she still could not see her father. As her eyes became accustomed to the lighting, she frowned when she saw her father with a girl in his lap, and he was currently whispering something in her ear, making the girl giggle.

Sakura's inner self decided that it was time that she stepped in. After all, it was she who got Sakura to get the balls up and try out for the Omegas, and it was she who beat the ever-loving snot out of Nashi Honodoro for calling her a bitch. And, she was also responsible for a whole laundry list of other naughty things, but right now, this matter and not memories, caught her attention.

She didn't notice that many heads had turned in her direction, nor did she pay attention to the leers and smirks coming her way. Her eyes were on her father and his hand, which was now caressing the girl's backside, and the little bitch was clearly enjoying it.

Reaching behind her, she pulled out her gloves and quickly put them on, and then cracked her knuckles. After all, if she was going to fight, she didn't want her knuckles getting hurt when she shoved the little whore's teeth down her throat.

With her hair pulled back, and the dim lighting, she knew it would be hard for someone to notice her hair color. After all, she was the only one in Konaha who had pink hair, but now that it was longer, and with age, darkened in color, it could pass for light brunette.

Smirking, she slowly made her way over to the oblivious couple, but took note that the bar had settled down. Everyone was watching her move towards the pair, and many people tensed. When she got close enough, she saw that the girl was grinding her hips against her father, and watched as they leaned into to kiss each other. However, before their lips met, Sakura reached out and grabbed the back of the girl's hair and yanked hard.

Suddenly, they were the center of attention.

Bringing her lips down to the girl's ear, she softly asked, "Are you aware that he is married?"

The girl began to struggle, and yelped when she was harshly yanked off of the warm lap. Releasing the girl's hair, Sakura's foot came up and planted itself squarely in her father's chest, preventing him from rising.

"Don't you fucking move. We have a lot to discuss, mostly about how you are treating my mother." She snapped, her eyes narrowing in a silent challenge.

Haruno Satchi's mouth dropped open and he dumbly nodded. Surely, he didn't hear correctly? This young woman was upset over the way he treated her mother? Who was her mother?

Turning to the girl, Sakura glared at her and snapped, "If you want to stay healthy, beat it."

Scrambling up to her feet, the girl took in a breath to tell Sakura off, but was stopped when a fist connected with her jaw, sending her flying backwards and onto a table. Her scream of surprise and pain echoed in the now silent bar and Sakura was quite pleased to hear the crunch that came from the girl's jaw when she hit her.

Before Sakura could approach, the girl turned and ran, her hand on her injured jaw. Smirking, she turned to her father, who was still staring at her. Men rose from their seats, and were about to approach her, but Sakura quickly shook her head, and snapped, "Oh, sit down before you get yourselves hurt. Besides, I think that it is time that my father and I got reacquainted."

Satchi's eyes widened and he stuttered, "S-Sakura?"

"Yeah, and from what I understand, we have a lot to discuss." She replied and allowed her gaze to narrow. "Let's start with the fact that you are screwing around on my mother."