Good bye Sakura! Hello Sai

I do not own Naruto, but i do own this story, so if you copy me, your unoriginal and fake, and i will send Sakura to kick all of your a**es, and i'll come too! -_-

Sakura

I've never been that pretty, or girly for that matter.

My chest is as flat as board, and no one really seems to notice me anyways, strength is the only thing I've got .

Those are my thoughts every day. I'm Sakura.

15 years old, konahagakure.

I don't know anybody, I just moved here and I have no friends. No one see's me at school, the same goes for my parents. If food wasn't gone from the fridge and if smaller girl clothes weren't in the wash, I doubt they would remember that I'm there.

In my school, no respect is for women. We must remain silent and learn our kunoichi lessons while the men may be loud and rowdy.

I write in my diary every day, and lock myself in my room.

"Sakura, get your lazy a** down here!"

My drunken father calls.

"Coming sir."

I stop writing and run down the stairs, to find him on the floor with a wine bottle to his left, spilling on the wood floors.

"Clean this mess up, or I'll beat you senseless!"

He slurs.

I oblige and wipe up the wine, and clean off the coffee table covered in beer cans.

I know not to argue.

My scars as reminders.

Mother is in a drunken slumber on the couch, and father is half dead on the floor.

Turning to head towards my room, my wrist is caught.

As I turn around a strong hand meets my face, and I'm pushed back.

I touch my face, and only small tears start to well up in my eyes.

"Get back to your room, you worthless swine!"

I run up to my room, a wine bottle shattering on the wall next to me.

I cant. I can't take it any more!

Grabbing my back pack, I pack in my clothes, a pair of shoes, all my money which ive never spent (about 4,000 dollars.) and a bible.

If we cant get respect as girls, then we'll pull a Mulan and be guys.

Couldn't have said it better my self.

I locked my door and sat in front of my mirror, and clutched a pair of scissors.

I cant do it. I love my hair too much!

I have long pink hair that goes down to my waist, and I don't want to lose it.

Sucking up my pride, about two feet of pink hair is snipped off, leaving it as hanging over my shoulders, nearly to my ears.

I could still see my as a girl, o it was all cut. Pink wasn't a boy hair color, o I had an idea.

A black hair dye kit should work. I'll just steal moms.

I snuck out of my room into the bathroom and grabbed the hair dye, ready to take on my identity.

It takes about two hours to perfect the remains hair, and now I can make myself a decent looking guy.

I slid open my window, with my chunin jacket and boys ninja clothes on, I hop out into the cold night air, searching for an inn that will take me.

Hottobouru… sounds good. (hot bowl)

A man opens the door for me and I step in, smelling ramen everywhere, and my stomach growls.

I lowered my voice and stepped up to the man behind the desk, with my chest puffed out and my mouth set straight.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, I'd like a nice room please, with a window if you can sir."

"Here's your key, room 706, that'll be 27 dollars each night."

"Here you go."

I handed him the money and headed up the stairs.

The room was actually pretty nice.

It had a white carpet with few faded splotches, and a brown dresser on the front wall. One bed sat in the center, and a small t.v set was on the dresser. A bathroom in the back, with shower. A microwave, a sink, one cabinet, and a minifridge made up the kitchen.

I could survive here.

I opened my window wide open and snacked on an apple I had packed.

The town was so alive, and so free. Or, maybe that's how I felt on the inside.

I smiled. I hadn't smiled in a while since they started drinking. But now I could smile frequently, with ease even.

I flopped down onto my bed and sighed in relief, freedom was now mine.

Opening my eyes, I realized a problem. Name. I had none. I mean, sakura's not exactly a common name for a boy.

I stared in my hand mirror and tried to come up with something familiar.

Saku….shima? no, too girly. Saku….gra? too same. Just Saku? No , that was my nick name. Saku…chama? Sakuchama…. No…. Sai. Simple, yet real. I like it.

I picked up the phone, and after an hour, I ahd enlisted myself back into being a ninja, but no longer a kunoichi, now I was a full fledged ninja.

"So, Mr. Sai, is the room to your liking?" the voice sounded . I ad then called the front desk.

"Yes, all is well. Do you know any optomotrists that are open?"

"Um, I believe there is one just down the road."

I locked my door, and climbed out of the window again, force of habit I assumed.

After scaling the wall and getting a few scared looks from old women who assumed I was a robber, I made it down safely.

The night was dark, and eerie, but I made it to the contact shop all the same.

"I need an eye test, and a pair of black contacts."

"Ok, right this way."

The optometrist gave me my test results and my pair of contacts, I slipped them in and looked in the mirror.

Very little of the old Sakura was left, I smiled.

That's good, where Sakura ends, Sai begins.

I scaled the wall of the hotel again, locked my window, and fainted into a deep sleep.

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