Hi guys!! Okay, so here's a new story. It's under angst because trust me, it's going to get quite angsty. It seems all cute now, but you'll see! It's not like I'm Alive as I am not finished writing that yet. Hope you review!

Love Anna

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Prototype Number 54

By annabananaa

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life; face beaten, hair damp from the water and her lips a light bluish color. I found her near the banks of a river; her dark green dress blending in with the wet grass. She must have washed up there somehow. As I checked her breathing, I frantically began searching for anyone that could help me. I pushed my hair out of my face, hearing only the plitter platter of the rain against my umbrella. Seeing as it was around three o'clock in the morning, it didn't surprise me that no one was there.

Her breathing was evident but I knew that if she stayed outside in the cold, she would get very ill. With no other place to put it, I gripped the bar of my umbrella in my mouth and easily brought her to a standing position. Lifting her from her feet, I began to walk towards my house.

"Mom!" I screamed, stepping into the house. I made my voice sound frantic so that she would come downstairs. She hastily came to the door and gasped loudly when she saw the girl in my arms.

"Sasuke!" She said surprised. "What happened?! Did you hurt her?"

"No." I assured, looking around to see if her boyfriend was anywhere. I made sure I was out of the house when my mom brought home a man. It really pissed me off. In my opinion, my parents shouldn't have divorced. They belonged together; they made their vows and they had the responsibility to keep them.

"Take her upstairs to the guest room." She instructed. "I'll go and get some extra blankets and a few towels."

I saw her again the next morning as I was making my way to the bathroom. I peeked in the doorway and couldn't help but notice the way the sun was shining directly above her to make her look as if she was some angel. She did not move and she looked the same as she did last night. The only difference was that mum put her into a fresh pair of clothing and her hair was tied into a long braid. My eyes widened at the strange color of her hair. It was pink; a beautiful pink.

"Sasuke!" My mom called, scaring me. "You're going to be late for school!"

I rolled my eyes, taking one last look at her and then closed the door.

"Isn't her hair wonderful?" my mom squealed, placing a plate of pancakes down in front of me. "I should dye my hair pink too!"

I grunted, pouring myself a glass of milk. The doorbell rang and my mom rushed to answer it. She was always rushing, a very flicky attitude.

"Morning!" Naruto boomed, stepping into the kitchen and helping himself to a plate of pancakes. My mom had gone upstairs to get ready.

"Hey." I yawned, passing him the milk. I pushed my fingers back through my hair and watched as he devoured the pancakes and then reached for one of mine. "Why are you so happy?" I asked, whacking his hand away from my plate. He leaned back in his chair and smiled.

"Aren't I always?"

This was true. Uzumaki Naruto, the happiest guy on earth, and he was my best friend. It was weird how we clashed. You could say I wasn't a very "joyful" person. Anyway, Naruto and I had been best friends since kindergarten, he was like my brother.

I didn't bother telling him about the girl. I didn't want him to act stupid, knowing that a girl slept over. He liked to exaggerate.

"Let's go boys." Mom called, throwing Naruto the keys. I knew mum wouldn't tell him about her either. She liked to keep some things between us only, even though Naruto was like her second son. "You wanted to drive today right?"

Naruto smiled, leading everyone to the door. "Yeah, thanks mom."

School was boring. It was always boring. I wanted to get home badly. I couldn't wait to hear the girls' voice. I hoped it was as pretty as she was. I basically ran home and I opened the door, hoping to see her but instead saw mom vacuuming obnoxiously loud. I sighed, shutting the door and taking off my shoes.

"How is she?" I asked as if I didn't care. Mom frowned, turning off the vacuum.

"She hasn't gotten up yet." She said sadly. "Why don't you take a plate of food to her room and see if she's okay."

I nodded, grabbing the plate and walking upstairs. I opened the door and went in her room, the sun no longer above her. She was in the same position, as if a doll. I raised an eyebrow as I put the food on the bedside table.

Like some idiot, I just stood there and watched her, as if I was expecting her to get up. She didn't move and I began to feel anxious. What if she wasn't okay? What if she was actually dead?

I sat down beside her and tilted my head so my ear was just above her mouth. I could hear her breath. As I was rising, I noticed something glimmer in the light; it was at her neck. She was wearing some sort of necklace that I hadn't noticed before. Carefully, I tugged at it and nestled it in my palm, making sure that I didn't move her. It was a heart shaped jewel with a green emerald in the center. Around it was small cursive writing; it looked engraved. I neared close so I could read it:

A Kiss Will Wake…

I put her necklace back, rubbing the back of my head. I have to admit, the necklace did make me want to kiss her. I didn't believe in magic, but the entire abnormality of the situation made me think anything was possible.

Obviously, I wouldn't kiss her. That would be a total invasion of her security and if she did wake up, she'd be scared.

However, her lips did look inviting and I felt as though she wouldn't mind if I did. It was like she was speaking to me; begging that I'd kiss her.

I glanced around, making sure my mom wasn't watching and then began to lean in to her. With my lips just inches away, I doubted myself again and backed away.

What was I thinking?!

I took in a breath. It wasn't like it was my first kiss! I mean, I've dated other girls. I knew what it felt like, why would she be any different. I looked over at her again and again, she was calling at me. No, let me rephrase that. Her lips were calling to me. Deciding to go with my instincts, I got close and pushed my mediocre lips against her perfect ones.

The next thing I knew, I was flying from the bed to the floor and when I opened my eyes, she was sitting upright on the bed, a small smile on her face. I blushed, standing up and pushing my hands in my pockets. She had the most vibrant green eyes I had ever seen.

"Yeah… I'm sorr-" I stuttered, surprised that her necklace was telling the truth.

"Merci boucoup, monsieur." She purred, in a very heavy French accent. My eye's widened at the sound of her but then I looked away.

"Sorry, I don't speak French." I mumbled kind of disappointed that our conversations would be meaningless and go nowhere.

She got up, my mom's casual clothing fitting her well, and wobbled over to me. She couldn't seem to keep her balance, as if she hadn't walked in a long time. She tripped and gripped my shoulders to keep steady. She lifted her head; her eyes confused and pursed her lips. "Quoi?" she whispered, before she kissed me. I had over a thousand chills run down my spine but the kiss felt extremely good. It was a kiss unlike any other and before I could get to memorizing it, she backed away from me.

"Hello Sasuke, my name is Sakura." She grinned, holding out her hand. I gasped, backing away from her and knocking over one of my mom's vases. It shattered into a hundred pieces and I got on my knees and began picking them up. She started to walk towards me and I dropped the pieces and moved away again.

"Wh-who…"

"I said my name is Sakura." She purred, getting on her knees and rubbing her nose against mine. I gulped, moving my head away and then pushed her back firmly.

"Stop it." I ordered, and she cocked her head at me. Trying to look as casual as I could, I shakily got up. "How do you know my name?" I said firmly, tightening my fist.

Her eyes flashed and she pouted. "Well, I checked in to your mind." She sounded relaxed about all this; as if this wasn't strange at all. "Isn't that what you want?"

What was she referring to? Want what? I didn't know what to say, so I looked to the floor.

"I'm prototype number 54 but you can call me Sakura."

"Prototype?" I repeated, not believing what I just heard. She nodded her head and then grabbed my hands.

"You woke me." She leaned in to kiss me again but I backed away. "What's wrong?" She asked immediately.

"You can't just kiss someone." I responded without thinking.

She didn't seem to understand, sat on the bed and began to scratch her head.

"What are you?" I asked her and when I said this she looked quite hurt.

"Well what do you mean? I am just like you." She frowned, obviously upset about what I said and then closed her eyes.

To be honest, I didn't like seeing her like that so I decided to stop with the weird questions.

"Where are you from?" I grabbed the plate of food from the table and placed it on her lap. She picked up the knife and began cutting up her chicken.

"I do not know." She beamed. "I am with you now."

My eyebrows furrowed as she said this. Who was this girl? I wanted to believe that she had a bad case of amnesia but something was telling me it was far from that.

There was a long, awkward silence and then she suddenly began to remove her shirt.

"What are you doing?" I yelped, standing up.

She looked at me and then released her hands, letting the shirt fall back down into place. "I'm hot." She whined.

My eyes widened at her lack of knowledge and respect for herself and before I could say anything, her lips were against mine again.

"Thank you again." She said as she released. I took a firm step back. I had had enough of her touching me, though I seemed to like it.

At that moment I heard a squeal at the door and my mom came rushing inside to greet Sakura. She laughed and said hello and after a few moments, it was as if they were best friends.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the strange girl.

"She has amnesia and can't remember anything." I informed, my mom beaming abnormally. She ruffled my hair, as if I was eight, and then told me that it was going to be alright and that amnesia usually only lasts for a couple of days.

I didn't know whether to believe her, but I did, and I went downstairs to the kitchen to leave them alone. A few moments later, Sakura was downstairs again, sitting at the kitchen table, observing as I made myself a sandwich.

"What do you want?" I asked feeling uncomfortable. She shook her head and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. It was as if she was observing me.

"What are you making?" she smiled.

"A sandwich."

"What's in it?" she asked right away.

"Turkey, lettuce, tomatoes and pickles." I said briskly. I didn't like talking all that much. The doorbell rang then, but Sakura seemed to pay no attention to it. I sauntered to the door, with my sandwich in hand, aware that Sakura was tagging along behind me.

"Hey." Naruto yawned, stepping inside. He had a double take when he saw Sakura.

"Hello Naruto." She smiled, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm Sakura."

How did she know his name?

"Hi." He squeaked happily. That idiot. He loved women. When she let go, he pulled me over. "Who's this?" he asked.

"Later." I huffed, annoyed by all this craziness.

I don't think Naruto noticed, but her eyes quickly flashed a pinkish color and then went back to its original state.

"So, you're Sasuke's best friend." She smiled. "Isn't Sasuke great?"

"Yeah, how do you know him?" Naruto smiled, pushing his blonde hair back.

Sakura stood up straight and then walked over to me. "I'm his forever and always."

Okay, I hope you liked it!!

As I said before, it's cute and happy now but yeah...

Leave a review please!!

Love Anna