A/N : This is just a little something, I've been working on in my down time. I cannot promise that this will updated weekly because my other story comes first (which the newest chapter is almost done), but whenever I get the chance I will definitely update this. This is just a small taste, so let me know if you guys like it; if you do I will continue! This is a modern fic, set in an AU, just to let you know. It kind of has dark themes throughout the course of the story, but I hope you enjoy it, and review please!

Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto


Prologue

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The pink haired woman slammed her shot glass on the bar with an enormous, drunk smile on her face. Her once neatly curled hair was now put up into a messy bun which was slightly impressive since her mind was no longer sober. The pinkette's face was red and her vision began to blur but she did not care; she was slowly forgetting and that was her main objective for the night.

She didn't want to reminisce about her crappy life on another lonesome night, so this was her solace.

She found comfort in the liquor as it burned her throat on it's way down causing a warm, tingly feeling to her insides. She found comfort in the ability the liquid had to make her forget of all her current issues and dilemmas- even if it was only for a night. Mostly, she found comfort in the liquors ability to always be there when she needed it most.

And she could not say that about half of the people in her life.

"One more round." She slurred to the bartender, dragging on to the last syllable in "round".

The bartender stared at her with a quirked brow. "Are you sure miss?" That was her tenth shot in the past two hours.

"Yes!" She exclaimed. "I've perfectly fine! Now for that damn shot!"

The bartender shrugged his shoulders and poured the pinkette another shot of vodka. Who was he to deny the woman? If she wanted to drown her sorrows in liquor then so be it.

The woman's half closed emerald eyes lit up with excitement as the liquid filled her glass. Once the bartender turned around the woman clasped onto the small glass with both hands, trying her best to avoid spillage.

She cautiously brought the glass to her mouth, her hands shaking uncontrollably, but the cool glass finally managed to reach her lips. Once the object made the slightest contact with her soft, pink lips she threw her head backwards aggressively and allowed the liquor to flow down her throat once more. Of course the burning sensation was still there but it only caused the pink haired woman to grin madly. She had always felt so alive after the initial chug.

The pinkette stared at the glass, trying to concentration and grasp her bearings, but it was to no avail. The woman could no longer see clearly, her sight became fuzzy and the walls began to spin around her. She was now having a difficult time in simply sitting upright and she did not dare to find out how well was her ability to walk.

She glanced towards the exit and noticed how dark it had become out on the streets. The thought of her having to walk alone caused her to shudder mentally, and she reprimanded herself for allowing the time to pass by her so quickly. How long had she been here? Three or four hours at the least?

The pink woman had told herself that she was not going to do this anymore, but alcohol seemed to appeal to her much more than she realized. Especially on her low days- which seemed to be every day this past week. Between school, work, her family, and him... her life wasn't exactly where she imagined it to be.

The past year turned her once fantastic life to complete shit. So turning to alcohol as comfort wasn't that hard, especially when there was barely anyone who was concerned for her safety; there was barely anyone to stop her.

Her parents were gone.

He had left.

Her friends didn't have enough time.

Ino tried to the best ability but there was only so much she could do; it was hard for her to help her pink haired best friend when she declared she didn't want any. She was a grown woman, she could handle herself, so she would say.

"Now what is a pretty little thing like you doing sitting here all alone?"

The woman heard the dark, menacing voice behind her interrupting her thoughts and it sent chills up her spine. Not the good ones either. She felt a wave of fear wash over her and she cautiously turned around to get a look at the man.

"Now why don't you come home with me, now?" The man said getting extremely close to the woman, she could feel his breath on her neck now. "I could show you a good time."

"No, thanks." She squeaked timidly as a hiccup escaped her lips. "I think I'm fine right here."

The pinkette stared at the man in front of her who was only a few inches from her face. Her green eyes strained to concentrate on his appearance, but she almost immediately noticed the rugged features and the numerous amount of scars that rested on his tan face. He had to be ten times the size of the petite woman, being overly muscular throughout his entire body. He had short black hair with dark eyes to match; to be honest the pinkette couldn't make out where his pupil was, and she wasn't sure if that was the liquor acting or not.

"Now, come on," he said impatiently grabbing on to the woman's arm roughly, "don't be such a bore."

"I said I'm fine!" The pinkette yelled, trying to sound somewhat intimidating. She tried to yank her arm out of the man's hold but it was useless.

"Then let me walk you home." He tried, grabbing the woman roughly out of her seat. "It would not be gentlemen-like of me if I allowed you to walk home yourself."

The pinkette's emerald eyes rolled at the amount of bullshit pouring from the man's mouth. She could bet money that none any of his motives were truly "gentlemen-like".

"I'm fine."

The man glared at the woman in his clutches, knowing that she wasn't going without a fight. She was already making a scene but he was the dominate male- he controlled what was going on and what was going to happen. He had to.

"I think you've-"

"She said she was fine." A new voice interrupted, sounding extremely pissed off.

The woman recognized the voice and who it belonged to without even turning around.

The large man spun around on his heels causing the woman he was holding to do the same as well. Standing a few feet away from them was a blond haired man, he looked as if he was in his early twenties. He had wild blond hair with big, cerulean eyes that were full with anger. His fist were clenched tightly and he stood strong glaring at the man.

The blond was not as big as the man standing across from him but he was a decent size. His muscles were toned and fitting to his lean body shape, but overall the blond man did not seem like someone to mess with as well.

"You're in trouble now." The woman warned, sending her captor a vicious glare like the blond's.

This was not the first time the pinkette was seeing the blond man. The blond had saved the woman on a number of occasions for the past month or so, thus earning the nickname she gave to him, the savior.

The pink-haired woman had no idea who her savior was, or even his name, but he tended to always be there when she needed him the most.

"Kid, get out of my-"

The loud noise of the blond's fist making contact with the man's face rang throughout the bar. Everyone gaped at the blond in bewilderment at his quick action to strike the noticeably bigger man. It wasn't enough to knock the guy out but it was enough to cause him to stumble back in a daze, setting the pink haired woman free.

The blond man wasted no time and grabbed the woman by the wrist, quickly pulling her towards the exit, as the large man began to recover from what just happened. The blond was smart enough to know which situations he could stay and fight compared to those moments where running was logical. At the very moment he knew running was the best answer. A very, very, very logical answer.

"Let's go, Sakura."

The pink haired woman, Sakura, did not question the man, she rarely ever did in these situations- which happened quite a number of times. She grasped onto his arm for support and quickly followed his lead out of the bar and onto the empty streets. They made sharp turns, navigating through the alleyways rather than the main streets in order to lose the man if he decided to pursue their trail.

It was strange that the pinkette had so much trust in a complete stranger, but she knew- and understood- that she needed him. They both knew it. Even her less sober mind understood that she needed her blond savior. He wasn't her ideal "prince charming" but she needed saving. She needed saving badly.