Note: Just an idea that popped up whilst I was peeling potatoes. I tried to make Sakura into more of a tomboy rebel person, instead of that squealy Sasuke-kun! person she was initially in the series. So please tell me of what you think of her new(?) persona and of this story in general.

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All I Have Left

Chapter 1

Mummy always said that life was like a box of chocolates.

Pft.

If that was true, I'd be living an Aero bar. Full of bubble-heads and shit.

Yup. Welcome to my life.

I was born as Sakura Haruno. Bitch for a mother, retard for a father. So guess what that makes me?

A bastard-child. Conceived over a one-night stand when dear daddy got horny during a business trip. So he went to a whorehouse where dear mummy worked and wallah! Me.

Being the bitch she was, my mother ditched me in his arms as soon I was off breast milk and whisked us away, leaving dad to care for a bawling, babbling baby. Luckily for him though, this close friend also was a father with a newborn and offered to take care of me until he found himself a new woman, since his own son was around the same age as me or something.

Seventeen years later, and he still hasn't found that woman.

So here I am, stuck in the speckless mansion of one of the richest families of Japan. Lucky me.

The Uchiha family owns a big majority of the weaponry industry of Japan, and still is constantly buying more itty bitty ones to add to their collection. Of course, the CEO of this huge monopoly is that same good friend of my dad's, not that he acts nice to anyone else.

Uchiha and Co. Talk about imagination.

So obviously as you can see, I've been living in absolute boredom (…almost) for the last seventeen years. And still going. The Uchiha mansion has no life. Hang on. Let me rephrase. The Uchiha WORLD has no life.

Fugaku Uchiha is the source of all this evilness. He never shows any emotions, let alone move more than a snail. All he does all day is sit in his study and sign stacks of papers and does whatever-I-don't-want-to-know.

The eldest son, Itachi or something, is pretty old. In his twenties I think. He was a child prodigy, leaving the youngest with big shoe sizes to fill. I guess that genius in him still hasn't left coz now he owns a bit more than half of Japan's shipping industry to add to the family income. Like father like son, he is a rock. Unbreakable. Never talks, almost never speaks, which is pretty frustrating if you are trying to find the kitchen.

The second eldest actually isn't a direct relative. Ino was the only daughter of one of Fugaku's friend's friend, somewhere down the line, and so when her parents became dirt poor, she was taken under the Uchiha care. But when Ino was only around three, hr parents were killed in a freak accident, so leaving the Uchihas as her guardian permanently. I guess the only reason Fugaku let her stay was probably for those arranged marriage things, because I don't think he realizes that those faded out decades ago.

Ino is the only source of life in the mansion. When she is home, that is. She's a celebrity model on the big stage of Hollywood, ever since the rest of her year was finishing high school. She's currently in Switzerland (or was it Belgium?) filming one of those big movie hits, so she rarely is home too. Last time I heard, she was writing songs for the music industry, anonymously of course, and was making billions. My best friend, my eternal rival, though only one year older than me, that's Ino-pig for you. She enjoys her life, even though when she gets back here she has to spend it with dickheads.

The youngest isn't exactly young. Just a few months older than me. So technically, I'm the youngest. And because of this, Sasuke finds it his job to completely control me. Because of his powerful connections and my relation to him, we've always been in the same dorm together, the same classes together, and once even the same room together, though I promptly threw him out the window. Oh, and he's the school's heartthrob. So I always end up heading home with bruises and cuts after encounters with his fangirls. I swear the entire school is full of them.

Their mother, Mikoto Uchiha, passed away a few years ago, and this surprisingly devastated the Uchihas. Not that I'm saying they didn't care, but all of them, not including Ino luckily, have this mask on them all the time, and the most emotion you can get out of them is a twitch of annoyance or a smirk of power. Except Sasuke also tends to punch everything in the face when he's really pissed, which is pretty hard to dodge unless you've experienced it a few hundred times before.

Me? I'm the ugly bitch with the above average forehead and horribly pink hair. Everyone said I have an attitude problem. I agree. I blame my father, who only drops by once a year for Christmas, then flies around the world again for his 'business trips' and would slip a few dating agencies in between. It's his problem I grew up with the Uchihas, and it's his fault that I have to live with them.

So here I am, contemplating on what to do with my screwed life. I'm already half way through the school year, so six months more and poof I'm gone to somewhere. Oh. It's the holidays for two more days. I would like to be a doctor of some kind, though my true daddy thought I could become a great accountant or a pole dancer.

There was a loud crash downstairs, then a long scuffle.

Groaning, I heaved myself off my king-sized bed and slugged the long journey downstairs and a left then a right, left, left, right and a massive wooden door. I pushed the heavy doors open, and prepared my weary eyes for the sight it would behold. I wasn't disappointed.

There they were, Sasuke and his supposedly best friend Naruto heaving and huffing, glaring at each other, oblivious to the mess they had caused. A massive hole was situated right in the middle of the opposing wall, and crumbles of wall and splinters of wood were scattered everywhere. The once glimmering tiled floor was now littered with dust and dirt. Amazingly enough, the grand chandelier was still hanging at the top, though just barely by a single strand of gold.

I was about to open my mouth to snort in a comment at how if his fangirls found him like this, they'd run away in shame, though it would be a lie anyway since he always was drop-dead gorgeous, when someone beat me to it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE BALLROOM?" a voice thundered behind me, too close for comfort. Just a tiny notch louder and it would permanently deafen me poor little ear.

"Aa," Sasuke straightened and rubbed the back of his head sort-of sheepishly, completely unfazed at his father's presence. I on the other hand was keeping all my will power to not run away and hide. "My mistake. But Itachi hasn't come back and fix the training hall yet anyway."

Oh yeah. That little story. Itachi began to learn martial arts when he was five, so it became tradition that me and Sasuke were to learn it too, and out of sheer compassion (I think), many of our friends soon joined the private classes. Apparently, Fugaku became annoyed at how the ballroom always ended up in ruins, so he ordered a training hall to be built within the courtyards of our mansion. But all of us have now excelled, that we almost always leave the training hall half annihilated after every serious match, so I always beg Itachi to fix it back, since Fugaku refuses to dish out any more savings to repair it.

And Itachi hasn't come back for ten months now. And naturally, we are too lazy to do it ourselves.

Naruto blinked and scuffed his foot on the once shiny ballroom floor in embarrassment, his cerulean eyes shining hopefully, "Ah gomen Uchiha-sama. We just wanted a spar."

A vein popped on Fugaku's head, "A spar? You call all this," he waved his arms around maniacally, "a spar? You two have just destroyed the ballroom in a SPAR?"

Sensing my cue to leave, I slipped out, luckily unnoticed by the fuming male.

Men, I thought, shaking my head to myself. Those two had more luck falling in an open sewer and dying than coming out of Fugaku's wrath alive. But both Itachi and Ino could do it easily though. I don't understand it well myself, but I think they both suck up to him. Goody two-shoes.

But I was bored.

Lord knows when Ino would be home.

Yeah, I'm acting like a lovesick lesbian, but seriously, she was the best person to come up with an idea. Talk to Itachi, and you'd be standing there for five hours and he still wouldn't have acknowledged your life. Talk to Sasuke, and you'd die from the famous Uchiha death glare or be picked up upside down and thrown out the window into the pool. No that is NOT a blush. But talk to Ino, and she'd listen. Yay!

Somehow, I had ended up at the main entrance of the mansion.

I stared long and hard at the polished wooden frame, trying my best to hate the eternal shininess and looming presence of it. The colour-stained glass mocked me with its horrible multicolour. Yeah I hated it.

I sighed as I stood there in front of the door, Fugaku's thunderings still echoing in the mansion, and the soft, almost inaudible scuffle of the maids and butlers doing their jobs padding the hall. I quickly pulled my pink (yes, pink!) hair out of my face and grabbed my beloved baseball cap.

Kicking my shoes on, I yanked (tried to, but it was more like a desperate pull) the door open and headed out.

I don't know how long had passed, but I guess it as pretty long, because I could feel the prickly sensations in my hand that only meant they were itchy. And my hands only became itchy when a long time had passed. I love my logic.

The bright lights flashed around me madly, one here one there. I had scuffed slowly all the long way to the city, believe it or not, and half of me wanted to see if I could walk all the way to the bottom tip of Honshu.

I gazed almost longingly at the sleek electric guitar sitting too innocently behind the glass window. Ironically, I lived with the richest family of Japan, but I still couldn't have this very guitar. And it was on 25 discount as well. But Fugaku hates music or any form of "air pollution". Why else do you think Ino writes those songs anonymously? If he discovered her secret to that wealthy life outside the family company, I swear she'd be more than disowned.

"Oi! Sakura."

I whipped around so quickly I almost cringed at the sharp nick at the back of my neck. But I knew that arrogant, but drop dead sexy voice anywhere. And to hell was I giving him the satisfaction that I could feel pain in a mere second.

"Sasuke-kun? Naruto? I thought you guys wouldn't be home for another millennium," I drawled. I was seriously spending too much time with them.

Naruto ran a hand through his blonde hair, "Uh, yeah. But we decided to head out."

I raised a brow. How the heck could they just walk away in the middle of a Fugaku rampage?

My green eyes snapped towards Sasuke's last sentence. "What?"

He rolled his eyes and stepped back to reveal the figure behind him. "You deaf bitch. I said that Ino came back."

I was speechless.

I must have looked like either a complete idiot opening and closing my mouth like that, or a goldfish trying to catch flies. I couldn't process the thoughts clearly; if they were food, it'd be a whole mess of alphabet soup. Ino grinned.

"Hello Forehead-girl. If you missed me that much you could've just called…" There it was. That sugary sweet voice she uses when she's being awfully sarcastic. It was funny when it wasn't dangerous. I guess these were one of the times.

"Ano, Sakura-chan. You look like a goldfish trying to catch flies," Naruto pointed out cheerily. There you go.

"Hn. You mean a complete idiot." Oh, I guess that clears things up.

I finally regained my voice. "Ino-pig! What a lovely surprise!"

Ino laughed, and then I saw why she as one of the most successful women in the world. She was beautiful. There was a sharp pang of jealousy in my chest. "Stop acting sweet, Forehead. And stop hiding under that ridiculous cap of yours. Its soo unfashionable."

A new voice interrupted her. "Ino. Enough of your troublesome fashion speech."

I arched a brow at the stranger. Spiky black hair that resembled a pineapple and bored expression on his face. Hm. That wasn't Ino's type.

Judging by Sasuke's expression, he felt the same way. Naruto, however, was jumping up and down, his adorable eyes blinking madly. "Pleased to meet you! I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the next richest man on the world like," he paused, "…like that Bob Billy guy!"

There was a long silence. Sasuke was the first to break it.

"Dobe." And he punched him in the face.

I laughed, shaking my pink tresses wildly, half hoping to catch some male attention. Then I smacked him in the head. "BAKA!"

Pineapple-head nodded in mild understanding, "Ah. You mean Bill Gates…?"

Ino giggled, and latched an arm around him. "Of course, Shika-kun, Naruto is like that! Guys, this is my boyfriend, Shika-kun. Shika-kun, these are my friends Sakura, Sasuke and Naruto. Sasuke's that hot guy I told you about, Sakura's the annoying big forehead one, and Naruto's the idiot."

The corner of my mouth twitched at my description. Pineapple-head extended his hand to Sasuke, who met it tentatively. "Nara Shikamaru. Ino's agent."

"Uchiha Sasuke."

Naruto began one of his depressing whining. "WHY DOES TEME ALWAYS GET THE ATTENTION?!"

"Naruto, shut up!" Ino snapped, and then in this new, totally sweet voice turned to Shikamaru, "Hey, there's this luxury restaurant that just opened a few weeks ago around the corner. Let's go try it out, ne, Shika-kun?"

Sasuke began to fidget nervously, which was pretty strange for him, and mumbled something about training, before both he and Naruto rushed away. Smart boys. I opened my mouth to stammer a similar excuse, when Ino glared at me in a don't-you-dare-embarrass-me-in-front-of-my-boyfriend way.

And that's how I ended up in a three hour lunch with my rival-slash-best-friend and her boyfriend, and also ended all encounters with any form of fellow human beings, let alone my dear Sasuke-kun.

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