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Another story

A perfect life was what Haruno Sakura had. A perfect, handsome boyfriend, two rich parents, good grades, and even a Ferrari, but this was all just a bore to the 17 year old now. What she wanted was excitement and suddenly getting saved by two handsome men who tell her that she's in grave danger is exactly the kind of excitement she wanted. Too bad these men are also crazy. And by Sakura's definition you can be categorize as crazy if kidnap her, claim that your two ninjas, claim that she's a ninja, and that only she can save their village of Konoha from utter destruction. Adventure? More like nightmare waiting to happen!

It was just a normal night, well, as normal as it could be for poor Sakura. The tall, curvy girl practically skipped down the walkway in the mall. Her reason for happiness? The mall was a large outlet mall, far behind the fashion scene at her usual upscale mall. But, why would a rich, pretty young girl want to shop at an outlet mall when she could get almost the exact thing for twice the price? The answer is simple – Hauno Sakura likes the unordinary.

Not just the unordinary though. She was an avid fantasy reader, always wishing that she could have an adventure but knowing that it was impossible. She was undeniably a weak, high maintenance girl who got a manicure every two weeks. The only things that she would never change were her natural pink hair, her emerald eyes, and her vivid imagination (she was told by her freshman English teacher that she had this 'vivid imagination').

As she trolled down the brown plastic tile, refusing to touch the bars on the steps, carrying two bags, she remembered why she came all the way out to the city to shop. Her boyfriend of almost three years had mentioned proposing a week ago and Sakura broke up with him today. It was the fear of commitment that made her dump her long-time boyfriend; it was fact that he was too perfect. Almost frighteningly gentle, caring, loving, and not to mention attentive, but Sakura just got sick of it. The feelings weren't all gone, she cared for him deeply, but she wanted more than just friendship feelings with her future fiancée. Corny as it sounds she wanted love and was waiting to be swept off of her feet like the fairytales.

Outside the mall and inside her Ferrari (she was one of the few people she knew that trusted people enough to drive her car to the most run down of places), she sighed before starting her black car and driving off slowly, speeding up as she went.

It was dark, but not past midnight. She had driven the roads many times and probably could drive blindfolded if she wasn't so scared to. That was the pink-haired girl's biggest fault – she was ruled on her own fear.

As she drove the repeatable pop music on the radio murmured softly in the background and she hummed along.

She heard the crack before she knew what had happened. Her front window was broken inward and one glimpse at the white smoke told her that the front of her car was most likely totaled. It was only a glimpse though before she felt something grab at her short-sleeved green blouse before she felt the seatbelt fall limply in her lap. Then, she was pulled out the broken window roughly by her shoulders. The gloved hands that grabbed her were warm and calloused.

She could barely make out the voices that spoke in low tones, both obviously male. "Are you sure this is her?" she heard. Her head was pounding and when she felt for the pain she felt water. A closer look through squinted, tired eyes and she could tell it was blood. Then, the high maintenance girl gave a blood curdling screamed that caused the man to drop her.

"What's happening to her?" One man yelled. The two, if there was in fact two, men sounded exactly alike through her headache. Her hands were furiously feeling for more blood only to find a few small cuts on her forehead and cheeks. Even though the cuts were superficial her hands were soaked in blood which glistened almost silver from the moonlight.

One of the men cursed, "I doubt this is the girl. How could one of them be so pathetic?" The others, she was sure that there were more than one now, mumbled in agreement. The speaker almost scoffed. "Get rid of her."

At his words she froze before she began to scream again. She opened her eyes wide before shutting them tight and flailed her long limbs around, trying to keep herself safe as long as she could. Nothing came though. Slowly opening her emerald eyes she saw five limp bodies on the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight, but she refused to shed any of them.

"Are you Haruno Sakura?" A kind, almost angelic voice asked softly. She looked for the voice and found a tall man with black hair. He stared down at her now tight form, her arms and legs as close as she could possibly get to her body. She nodded slowly as her throat was sore from the screaming. The man just remained impassive.

"That's a relief; we were worried that you'd be dead by now." She turned her head to her left and saw an older man. His hair was silver, but the moon made her wonder if the color might have been white. He wore a mask and a silver headband covered his left eye. "Are you okay?" She nodded no and both men didn't respond.

After much silence the older man approached her. He crouched down and looked into her eyes with his own. "Can I touch your head please?" He asked kindly. Not knowing what else to do she nodded. He looked over her wounds. "Its fine, you won't even get a nice scar." She smiled and he continued. "We have something to talk to you about, but first I think I should tell you something." He looked sad and Sakura immediately tensed up. He noticed and spoke in an even tone. "You're parents need you, Sakura."

"I know that this may seem odd to you, but it's imperative that you follow Sasuke and me to your home. We need to discuss some things." He stood up and held out his hand. Weakly she took it and stood up.

"How can I trust you?" It was the first thing she had said to the older man.

"You can't, yet. I have my reasons for wanting to talk to you though. I was a friend of your parents." He held out a picture and there was the first sign of proof. In the picture was her mother and father, dressed in green and blue like the man in front of her, both had an arm around the man in front of her now and were smiling into the camera. "I understand that that's not enough to trust me yet, but I need you to allow Sasuke here to carry you to your home." He pointed to the dark hair man who now stood next to her.

"Fine, I will." She had barely finished her sentence when the man beside her scooped her up in his arms and began jumping, yes jumping, on the trees. Sakura didn't scream (even though she sure as hell wanted to), instead she clutched as tight as she could and buried her head in his shoulder.

Finally the series of jumps and running was put to an end and she was safely in the inside of her large three story mansion. As soon as she stepped into the doorway her mother, a tough designer who frequented New York and Milan weekly, hugged her daughter tightly.

"Sakura, you're safe." She breathed out through tears. Sakura had never seen her mother cry and it shocked her. "Kakashi, thank-you for bringing her back," her mother nodded approvingly at the older man named Kakashi.

Sakura's father just glanced at his daughter and the group that came into the large living room. He was busy cleaning up a large splatter of blood on their white carpet. At Sakura's surprised expression Kakashi explained.

"You weren't the only one attacked." Kakashi took a seat in the lounge chair and seemed to automatically fall asleep. The one called Sasuke just stood stoically near the doorway.

"But how, how did you guys…" She trailed off, plopping down on the white sofa. Her mother sat down next to her daughter with a smile on her face.

"Sakura," the older woman started calmly, "We wanted to tell you today, but you were already out of the house. Honey, me and your father, and these two men, are from a far away place called Konoha." She held her daughter's hand tightly.

"Konoha? That sounds like a tree."

"Well, it is the Hidden Village of the Leaf." Her mother laughed. "It's home to many ninjas, like Kakashi and Sasuke. It's your father's and my home. And after these attacks, your father and I are sure that it should be your home too." Sakura wasn't really listening when her mother spoke, but she perked up at the last sentence.

"What?" She asked blankly. Her emerald eyes were wide with confusion. "I'm not leaving this house to go to some leafy village." She was standing now, but her hands still held tightly to her mother's.

"Well I'm sorry Sakura, I really am, but if you stay here then your life will be in danger. In Konoha you'll have hundreds of people to help you. Kakashi is a very reliable man and will show you the way to Konoha. When you wake up please understand that this is for your own good."

"When I wake up?" As soon as she finished her question Sakura felt pressure on her shoulder before passing out.

What will happen to Sakura when she wakes up?

Review and find out in the next chapter. :D