A/N: My first Naruto fic. :) I hope you'll like it

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto

Prologue

When God created Sakura, he made her perfect. She was a true work of art – a crystal stair, so clean and so flawless. A blooming flower would shy away in the presence of her beauty, a vicious porcupine would turn soft with a touch of her kindness, and the deep, dark universe would cower at the depth of her wisdom. It's been a while since God had felt such pride for one of his creations, but alas, all good things must come to an end. Soon, God began to worry: yes, Sakura was perfect, but she was too perfect. On the one hand, it wouldn't be fair for the others. On the other hand, Sakura would suffer in a world where she would be surrounded by hatred, jealousy, and betrayal. And so, God sat down in his mighty futon couch and started to think. Why, of course! Sakura needed flaws.

Excited about his brilliant idea, God grabbed the tools. He hesitated; her face, it was too beautiful. Sighing, God pointed at her forehead. In the matter of seconds, it became wider and larger. Well, it wasn't that bad. Some people would still find it cute.

A muscle near his left eye twitched. Adding flaws, it was like eating those strange Lay's® chips – one is never enough. Oops, and there goes her flowing long hair. Maybe its color should be changed. Pink? Wonderful, nobody likes pink. Although it kind of suited her green eyes, people wouldn't let her hear the end of it.

God scratched his head. He had already taken out a few inches of her height and shrunken her breasts; there would be too much dignity in her to get a scary boob job. What else could be done? Big feet would be too mean. God tapped his celestial chin as he examined Sakura once again. He nodded with satisfaction. With the flaws, she seemed even more perfect – more normal and more approachable. A bright future lay ahead of the girl, and to get there, God needed to fill in her "past."

He began with her childhood. Born on the 28th of March, Sakura would enter the human world surrounded by gorgeous cherry blossoms, hence her name – perhaps her mother would go into labor during the picnic where she was enjoying the flowers with Sakura's father. She would grow up in an upper-middle class family with no siblings and no pets. Her parents would treat her strictly and except her to act like a daughter from a wealthy home. She was sent to a private and prestigious kindergarten; her outgoing personality wouldn't rear its pretty head until Yamanaka Ino, her potential best friend, protected her from the forehead-size-teasing bullies.

That was how her on-and-off friendship with Ino came to be. They wouldn't separate, except during their fights, until college. Sakura's life took a down turn when her college entrance test results were swapped with someone else's – the scores were not good. Tired of trying to prove the glitch, Sakura moved away and escaped her parents' disappointment. She graduated from her college with the top grades; the school officials wondered how a smart student like her ended up in their university. Sakura would ponder about whether it was luck that caused her to stray from the top schools, thought it was God who had laid out the wooden planks for her to cross the river of life on. She enjoyed the city where she studied at so much that she considered her possible job options there.

The idea of becoming a nurse took up 4/5 of Sakura's mind for a period of time, but ever since she beat up the poor fool who tried to rob flowers for his girlfriend from the floral shop Ino worked at, the thought of becoming a police woman started to swim around her brain. Ino jokingly suggested the position of a security guard before going for the police force, and Sakura sent a job application straight to a hotel.

Grinning in his divineness, God cracked his knuckles. He picked up his other prized creation and set him next to Sakura – perfect could not get any more perfect. And that is where the story begins.

But first – God took out his viewing board, picked up Sakura, and pointed her at a happy newly-wed couple who were ready to get in the limousine.

"Now, go get busy."

A/N: That was a really short prologue, and this story's going to have a very slow start so...bear with me please! Hehe, I would be a happy little person if you would review.