Authors Note:

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto, okay? Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

After her parents died, they put Sakura into an orphanage—and now she was being adopted-moved to a foster home.

Sakura sat in the orphanage office, twirling a lock of her pink hair around her finger. She was waiting for her foster Parents to get here. The rosette had her black backpack on, her red bag hanging from her shoulder across her chest, and her viola on her right shoulder. There was also a smallish green suitcase by her feet.

Sakura stared at Anko at the reception desk.

Sakura twiddled her thumbs.

Sakura stared at the ceiling.

Sakura blinked at the clock.

It was about 10 A.M.

Any minute now.

And just then, the doorbell rang.

Anko, the receptionist in the Orphanage, quit tapping at her computer keyboard and looked up. She tucked a strand of purple hair behind her ear, rose, and opened the door. A man and Woman entered. The woman had long black hair and kind, charcoal eyes. The man, too, had black hair and dark eyes, but his were colder.

The woman grinned at Anko, nodding, then turned to the pink haired. She walked towards Sakura, heels click-clacking on the hard floor.

"Hello," she said, holding out her hand, "you must be Haruno Sakura. I'm Uchiha Mikoto. Pleasure to meet you."

Sakura took her hand.

Mikoto turned around and gestured to the man, who was leaning against a wall, arms crossed. He walked forward.

"This is my husband—"

"I am Fugaku Uchiha. Captain of the Konoha Police force."

He was frowning. Sakura didn't really get why. But anyway, he didn't want to shake her hand, or say anything else, it seemed. Regardless, he gave Sakura the creeps. Tolerable, but creepy.

"Nice to meet you," was all Sakura could manage.

Not.

"Ok!" Mikoto said, "well, we're going to take you to your new home now, Sakura. Do you have any more suitcases or anything?" she asked, looking around. What she didn't know was that Sakura's family was quite poor. All the Rosette had were the things she had with her.

"Just this," Sakura said, pointing to her green suitcase on the floor.

"Okay," Mikoto said. "Let's go."

Sakura picked up her suitcase and stood up, following Mikoto to the door. She waved to Anko on the way out, smiling weakly.

"Good Luck!" Anko trilled.

And they were off.

Outside, it was a dark, stormy morning. Thunderous clouds rumbled across the horizon, rain fell down in sheets. A faint breeze blew.

Sakura loved the rain.

She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, blinking up at the sky. Rain made her mellow, calmed her down. Somehow, everything was softer when it rained.

Well, the two Uchiha didn't like it.

"Come on, Sakura, come on! You don't wanna catch a cold!" Mikoto beckoned, quickly following Fugaku to their car.

Or should I say vehicle.

It was a huge, orange monster of a car, a thing only the very rich could possibly afford.

The lights flashed on and off with a BLEEP BLEEP and everyone got in. Sakura put her green suitcase up on her knees and leaned against it, elbows on top. She was sitting in the back, Mikoto and Fugaku in the front. The rain splashed against the windows as they drove off.

A moment later, the car jerked to an abrupt halt.

Fugaku narrowed his eyes at Sakura in the rearview mirror.

"Seatbelt."

"Oh -yeah."

Sakura struggled with the belt and finally heard it go in.

"Ready?" Mikoto asked.

"Yeah," Sakura grinned weakly, "uh-ready."

And the awkward car ride began.

They were off.

Again.

A/N: Hey everyone! So…how was it? PLEASE review! Seriously. Please.