The Prologue

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Walking through the huge dinning room of the mansion was like walking into a fairytale. And not the creepy kind where someone, or rather, something falls from a wall and is smashed into an everyday breakfast. -who makes an egg into a king anyway? Wait, that was a nursery rhyme.

The corner of my mouth twitched when I realized that I was debating about an imaginary character as I made my way through the middle of the room. Everything and everyone in the building seemed to look exceptionally dazzling. My eyes deliberately bulged from their respective sockets.

The floor was covered with crimson velvet carpets that looked like the same thing in those Oscar catwalks that those primadonnas strutted on. And the people. -oh don't get me started on the people. Every male in the room wore a tux in different styles and colors that it almost looked like a rainbow puked on a flock of penguins.-but hey, don't get me wrong. I have nothing against flightless birds.

'well, maybe chickens.' reminding me of a certain head I happened catch sight of in the corner of my eye.

Speaking of attires, the latest accessory these days seemed to be women. Specifically women who got on Tinkerbell's bad side and got themselves covered in pixie dust that placed Beyonce's disco ball gown© to shame. Said classification of women seemed to have specific characteristics , such as:

Iron Holds for their dates

Fancy glasses filled with fancy beer ,(champagne coughcough)

Million dollar smiles (which I think should be taken literally.)

I passed by the elegant looking people from the orchestra, who were playing classical music, and finally out into the illuminated garden. The sun was already setting, giving a nice hint of orange and blue to the sky, and I could vaguely make out the numbered stars that started to twinkle into the horizon.

I moved my free hand -which sported a borrowed ring- to brush away some strands of hair that flew onto my shadowed eyes. Said action made the twin silver bands -that stood in place of my plastic, black watch- on my arm to slide downward.

My regular casual blouse, jeans and converse were replaced with a below-the-knee length cream dress and agonizingly painful three-inch heels. How other women wore this regularly never ceased to leave me awestruck. It made an all new definition of the "Beauty is pain." statement.

I can feel time moving, gee whiz, doesn't time fly by when you're having fun? and according the phone inside my borrowed purse it has already been... approximately 3 minutes have gone by. Nice, four more hours to go.

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I'm going to kill Kakashi for this. I closed my eyes, feeling the cold grass tickling my sore toes; exhaling something akin to a sigh, I opened my eyes to take in more of the garden scene before me.

This was just like one of those predictable romantic cliché stories where the girl comes out into a garden and the guy follows, I blinked at the fountain.

"Then what happens?" a sexy voice remarked.

This makes my body stiffen; abused eyes ,from the dazzling gowns, widening. Shit. was I talking out loud?

I heard a slight chuckle that made my spine crawl. It actually wasn't one of not those creepo-super-villain laughs. It was more like, I don't know... like those nice baritone sounding ones that you can feel vibrating from the ribcages.

I turned, and forced my face to crack into an awful looking smile,yeah the one that looked torn from major embarrassment and pain. My eyes stared at blank, obsidian pools.

I heard a soft 'click', then slight shifting of the 'load' I was carrying for the past thirty minutes. "Creepo-super-villain laugh?" I looked at the said load I was carrying. The kid was looking at me like I had a third eye or somethi-wait.

I thought he was asleep?!

He slid from my arms and landed on his feet, brushing invisible dirt from his clothes and reaching for his pocket. He took out a black looking device then grinned at me -that grin...this isn't good.

He pushed a button on the device, then -" This party is going to be Hell..." I heard a familiar voice, -which was distinctively MINE.

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The Brat ran. With the voice recorder of course.

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It took me a moment to rearrange my expression from a look of total amazement to calm indifference, then I moved to take my damned heels off.

Temptation was very hard to suppress in this situation since my shoes were obviously the sharpest things within reach. Besides, it was freaking hard to sprint on them.

Surely the Uchiha clan won't miss ONE prodigy right?

Right.

Note to self-I MEAN reader: Uh, yeah. i've written this since like, last year or something and i only felt the pressure to post this cause it's Sakura's birthday. sorry yo. and um, i actually had a lot, believe me A LOT, planned(other fics) but i'm too lazy(or lacking the balls(um, obviously) to publish them) to do stuff and um my first fic would be undergoing MAJOR reconstruction. yep, that's pretty much it. and A BIG thank you to my beta for this story: smartaLECS , BTW CONGRATULATIONS sa iyong pag-graduate sana ako rin hahah.