Sakura wants to forget all about our story-- our messed up, unforgettable story. I decided to write it all down, in case one day we'd want to look back on it and remember all the things that we went through together.

To any regular tourist's eye, Konohagakure is your average super-rich community. It is full of large company headquarters and hilltop mansions.

The other side of Konoha is considerably less glamorous and much, much more dangerous. The slums are a place for petty criminals, drug addicts, drunks, and hopeless gamblers. Sadly, it is also home to hundreds of orphans. Children with no other place to seek refuge in.

One of these orphans is named Haruno Sakura. Her biological parents abandoned her as an infant. She was adopted by a couple called Haruno, who in turn named her Sakura because of her fresh, spring-colored eyes and beautiful, silky roseate hair.

The Harunos weren't extremely impoverished, but they did have to work exhaustively to scrape together a living out of their tiny, dilapidated clothing shop.

So, Sakura grew up in an environment entirely opposite that of mine. Me, Uchiha Sasuke, the heir of Haru Modeling Company. The future CEO.

I was raised like any other rich heir in the city. I had a private tutor,who charged ridiculous amounts of money for every lesson, and who insisted on me learning politics and diplomacy and all that other crud.

As such a famous heir, I had very little contact with the public world, and so I knew very little about the slums. My parents somehow got it in my head that the slums were full of half humans, mutated and inhumane. They explained to me that living there was worse than hell.

Obviously, before I met Sakura, I assumed the people of the slums to be inferior to me.

In addition to endless classes on business and politics, I was also instructed on how to model. My parents' logic was that is I was going to lead a modeling company, then I should at least know what the work is like. So for part of every week, I was taught the art of modeling. I even took part in a couple of photo shoots, once.

At that time, the makeup directors announced that I needed no makeup at all for the shoot. My pale complexion and dark hair were perfect for the camera. I remember idly thinking whether or not being the son of a modeling company CEO had anything to do with my peculiar genetics.

Once a week, my parents hosted a dinner party so that I could be acquainted with all the other heirs that came from all over to meet me. I hated these events, since most of the female heirs wore revealing clothes and tried to flirt with me during the entire time. All of the males that showed up asked me if I liked being the heir to such a "sissy" company.

I was fortunate that my tutor taught me how to deal with those unpleasant situations. Unluckily for those particular heirs, they will never have a partnership with Haru, the richest company in the world. Their tutors should have taught them better.

This was my life, day after day, week after week, year after year. That is, until I turned 17. From that year on, everything changed for me. That' s because Sakura showed up in my life.

I remember feeling kind of apprehensive when my extremely busy parents called me in for a "business" meeting. As soon as I walked into the family room, I noticed that something was very wrong. My normally sweet, gentle, placid mom was pacing the entire length of the room furiously. In her hand was a rolled up magazine.

"He's never even seen a paparazzi camera before! He doesn't even know they exist! So how, how did he end up on this magazine?!" My mom was in mid rant when she saw me entering the room. "Here. Let's see what Sasuke thinks about this."

Mom abruptly shoved the magazine into my hands. From behind his desk, Dad shook his head in a just-deal-with-it kind of way.

The magazine sprang open, and I saw the front cover for the first time.

I was, admittedly, just a little bit freaked out by what I saw. I was looking at my own face staring back at me. I recognized this picture. It was from a Monte Blanc photo shoot that I did a few weeks ago.

The headline read:

SECLUDED TEEN MODEL OR HEIR TO THE RICHEST COMPANY IN THE WORLD: WHO IS HE REALLY?

You've seen him everywhere-- on highway billboards, in magazine ads, and on TV commercials. You've marveled over his looks and his natural modeling talent. And you've wondered endlessly about who he is.

So who is he really?

After some extensive research, our reporters discovered a lot about this teen model. He Uchiha Sasuke, the heir to Haru Modeling Company. This company provides models for all those expensive brands out there-- Gucci, Boss, Prada, American Eagle Outfitters, Dior, Mont Blanc, etc.

One of the questions that came up among our reporters is, why does the heir to the company model for it? Some suggest that he wants to find a hot modeling girlfriend, or that he is just vain and wants to see pictures of himself everywhere. But the real reason?

Haru Company wants to publicize its models a bit more, because in a few weeks, they'll be having modeling trials. They're doing a talent search of the city for more models. For more information on these trials, call 989-INQUIRE, or visit our website at www-konohainquire-com.

My confusion grew when I read the article. "Extensive research"? Sounded like stalking to me. Was my face really everywhere in the city? But Mom and Dad promised to only use the pictures if they turned out well.

And what about these modeling trials? Nobody told me about that.

Then I noticed my parents discussing something. They seemed to be arguing, so I didn't dare interrupt. Whatever they were talking about sounded important.

Suddenly, Mom looked my way. Her eyes were filled with decision, but her face was carefully void of emotion as she asked, "So, Sasuke? What do you think about that article?"

I shrugged. I didn't want to seem like I cared too much.

"It's pretty meaningless. I think they just want to have a lot of people buy their magazines. The trials that they talked about aren't even real."

Then Dad spoke up in his deep, authoritative voice. "You must understand, Sasuke. That magazine wants to make a lot of money this way. However, this is an extremely fortunate business opportunity for us. We can publicize our trials. It'll even be totally free. The paparazzi will swarm, and we'll discover new models for our company. Hopefully, we'll even gain one or two more large clients."

By then, my mind was already calculating how much money we could potentially lose or gain through these trials.

I was even starting to believe that the magazine article was a good thing. Then Mom added on to Dad's speech in a casual voice.

"Oh, and Sasuke? Your dad and I are hoping to find you a fiancee through these trials."

That killed it.