A/N: This is my first time writing in first person. Ever. So if you read, pretty please review? Feedback would really be appreciated!


My name is Haruno Sakura – a senior at Konoha High. I've grown up in this town my whole life and there isn't much to say; it's a pretty boring town. Nothing really exciting ever happens. Of course, I have a great group of friends to make up for it, but still...I find myself wishing that something extraordinary will happen to liven this place up.

Well, if the town is as boring as I claim it to be, you say, how on earth did I find myself in the school gymnasium one evening with a gun pointed to my head?

It went something like this...


"Ino, you can't be serious," I whined into my phone.

"Come on, Forehead, pleeeeeeeeease?" she asked. "You live much closer to school than I do, and you can just drop it off when you go to the dojo to do jiujutsu or whatever it is that you do."

"Ninjutsu," I muttered, annoyed by the common mistake. "It's Ninjutsu, not jiujutsu."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, they're all the same to me. Please, Forehead? The essay's due tomorrow!" She sounded rather desperate, but she needed to suffer a little more.

"My name's not Forehead."

"Sorry, Sakura, please?" she begged.

I grinned and looked over to the clock ticking on my wall. "Sure, I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Thanks so much, Forehead!" she gushed, apparently forgetting my name again, that stupid pig. I scowled. "I owe you one!"

"Sure, sure, cheers," I said, waving my best friend off.

"Bye!"

I hung up and tossed my phone onto the bed, proceeding to change into a black ghi for my Ninjutsu lesson tonight. Contrary to popular belief, real life ninja don't do flick-flacks or somersaults and real life ninja don't do flashy combinations of kicks and punches. Indeed, we prefer to kill quickly and quietly and then disappear into the shadows and carry on with our business. Of course, I'm not that good. Yet.

In any case, I exited my house, climbed into my little car and drove off to school.


Konoha High was a relatively small school due to the population size of the town and it thankfully didn't lock up for the night due to our absurdly low crime rate.

So everything was going well as I slipped into the school grounds that night. In fact, everything was going perfectly right up to the moment I arrived at Ino's locker next to the school gymnasium. That's when I realised that I had forgotten her lock combination. I cursed under my breath, the whisper sounding loud in the silence around me, and cursed again when my fingers touched air in my pockets. I'd left my cellphone at home.

I could've just given up right this moment and left Ino to her fate, but being the nice person that I was, I just couldn't do that. There was a payphone in the office that I could use and I had a little bit of loose change left over from a date with Kiba last night. The boy was sweet, but he hadn't been anything special. Anyway, the shortest route to the office was to cut through the gym.

Course of action decided, I walked over and yanked open one of the gymnasium doors, stepping in. Then I promptly froze, confused and curious.

In front of me, all dressed in black and standing on opposite sides of the large hall, were two of Konoha's oldest and most respected families. The Hyuugas stood to the right, instantly recognisable by their pale, pupil-less eyes and the Uchihas stood to the left with their trademark pitch coloured hair and eyes. A horde of armed bodyguards surrounded each family and I shrunk back into the shadows, everything else flying from my mind but the scene unfolding before me.

There were three men on each side (excluding the bodyguards), and one man from each family stood in the middle. To my surprise, I knew them. One was Uchiha Fugaku – Sasuke's father – and the other was Hyuuga Hiashi – Neji's uncle. They were both holding suitcases. In fact, Uchiha-san had two shiny, silver suitcases.

The two men shook hands stiffly.

"I hope you bought what we asked you to bring, Uchiha-san," the head of the Hyuuga house stated coldly.

"Of course," the Uchiha answered, his voice just as cold.

Sheesh, I'd known about the families' rivalry, but I hadn't known it was this bad. Sasuke's dad picked one of the cases up and opened it, taking out a wad of cash and handing it to the Hyuuga. My eyes narrowed. What was going on? Were they dealing drugs? Or was it weapons? Or maybe organs? Possibilities flew through my mind faster than I could catch them. I've watched enough movies to know when a shady deal was going down.

And that was when I felt the cold tip of a gun pressed to the back of my head. The click of it cocking followed soon after, and I lifted my hands instinctively in surrender.

Kidding.

Like hell was I going to go down here! Presuming that the person with the gun was right-handed (because most people were) I spun to my left, pushing his arm to the side with my elbow while sending a knee to where I thought his family jewels would be. I silently muttered a prayer of thanks to whoever was watching from up there when my knee connected in the right place and he collapsed to the ground in slow motion.

Unfortunately, my actions had caused his fingers to convulse, and a gunshot alerted everyone in the gym to my presence. All of a sudden, I found myself confronting the muzzles of numerous machine guns and a very angry Hyuuga.

"What is the meaning of this, Uchiha?" the pale-eyed man hissed. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing," replied Fugaku, cold as ever, turning a glare in my direction. "I have no idea who this child is."

"Deal's over, Uchiha," he snapped, turning sharply on his heels. "We don't want your filthy money."

As one, almost like robots, the Hyuuga body pivoted and filed out of the gymnasium with quick, angry strides, leaving the Uchihas fuming. At this point, I started edging towards the door that was only a few steps behind, using their distraction to my advantage.

However, I was not quite as stealthy as I thought I was. My back connected against something that was not hard enough to be a door. I squeaked in surprise and whipped around, intent on sending a fist through the person's face.

A second later, I found my wrist twisted painfully behind my back by strong fingers.. Not giving up, I raised my foot to kick my captor's shin, but the man only twisted my wrist more. I grunted from the pain, but lowered my foot grudgingly. His message was clear: fight and I'll break your wrist.

A broken wrist was definitely not something I wanted to deal with. Damn it.

The man behind me chuckled. His voice was surprisingly pleasant – a smooth tenor, but I was not about to let that fool me. I twisted my neck to send him a glare. Tousled fiery red hair and black-ringed jade eyes met my glare with an infuriating smirk.

"Uchiha-sama," he intoned. His voice may have been emotionless, but his eyes were laughing at me. I glared harder. "What would you like to do with this?"

This? This? How dare he! I started to struggle in his grip.

"Bring her here," Sasuke's father said.

I stopped struggling immediately at the cold fury in his voice. I turned my gaze slowly, and for the first time since the Hyuugas left, I saw him. There was a murderous glint in his eyes and his face was set into a savage snarl that made my blood run cold. I gulped and tried to take a step back, but the accursed man behind me shoved me forward with an evil chuckle.

"Do you know what you've done, you ridiculous little girl?" he asked when I stopped in front of him. I could see the man shaking with anger.

"Um...no?" I answered timidly. And who's ridiculous? It's not my fault that I ended up with pink hair!

"You've ruined everything," he hissed venomously. "Everything!"

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I cried, cowering into the nice chest behind me as he came closer. "Please don't kill me! I-I'll do anything to fix whatever I did!"

He pulled back from me abruptly, to my relief, the fury in his eyes replaced by cold calculation.

"Anything, you say?" he inquired, calm now. "Even if you may lose your own life?"

My life? Oh, I wasn't so sure of that, but if it meant getting out of this current situation... "Yes?" I offered uncertainly.

A satisfied smirk came over his features then, and I suddenly had a sense of foreboding. What the hell had I got myself into?

"Excellent," he murmured. His gaze turned to my captor. "Knock her out, we're taking her with us."

"Yes, Uchiha-sama."

Knock me out? They can't be seri –

A soft blow to the back of my head sent me into the inky abyss of unconsciousness.