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Sakura's POV

During our most depressing and bleakest hours, we tend to hide behind an invisible, yet impenetrable screen of despondence and disparity. Only those who firmly grip onto sanity and perseverance will survive through any adversity. The ones that cannot are the weak; they will disappear in the rush of society and modernism along with the rest of the unwanted or uninterested.

Of course, with that, chaos can ensue. The weak wants to become stronger, and so they will begin to rip away the balance the world had created for our greedy and manipulative race. Chaos in its own definition cannot be controlled nor can it be submerged under mysteries or secrets. Once it is introduced, all order and intention is rendered useless. The outcome of chaos cannot be predicted by any human in this world. The only prediction we can make is that chaos will bring unbalance and devastation to those who stand it its way.

There is a point in our lives where the chaos becomes too strong; our sanity begins to slip between our fingers. Most of us aim to seize it back.

In this world, I believe that chaos has given me a job. As I said, most of us aim to seize our sanity, our lives, back. I, on the other hand, am given the prestigious task to make sure they don't. The ones who have the ability and right to retrieve their stability are determined by me. And I have determined the fate for Konoha.

Guilty.

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It was too easy. The moment I stepped into the market I was bombarded with questions from curious citizens. It wasn't everyday that a new, pretty, and young girl with shining pink hair waltzed into Konoha with a bank account stuffed with cash but was an orphan. Konoha was one of those cities where people shared and knew everything about everyone. No one could go a day without hearing the random gossip or juicy secrets that were unfortunately leaked into the system of old women who seemed to have all the day in the world to tell these private details with the rest of the bustling city.

I moved in last night and my personal live was already out into the open. I don't know why nor do I care; I believe that this is a wonderful thing. Like I said, getting myself known in Konoha was too easy. I silently thanked the system while I glanced between two tomatoes, trying to decipher which one was ripest. Finally deciding on the one in my right hand, I felt a tap on my shoulders.

I already knew who it was. The sound of dead heavy yet sparky footsteps was something I could distinctly remember from my unfortunate childhood.

I placed the tomato gently back onto the tower of tomatoes neatly stacked into a pyramid and turned around. Low and behold, I was right. My best friend, Uzumaki Naruto stood before me in all his blonde and shining glory.

God how I hate his stupid grin. I just want to rip it off his face and plant it on my wall like a beautiful prize.

In an act to be the clueless new neighbor in Konoha, I dropped my tomato in surprise and gasped, "Oh my goodness, you startled me!"

Naruto laughed and dropped to the ground to pick up my tomato. His blue eyes sparkled as he retorted, "Sorry about that. Here you go." He drops the tomato into my cart and shoves his hands into his pockets. "So," he continues, "I guess the rumor is true."

I turned around to the pyramid of tomatoes and acted like I was picking out more. I glanced at him with a slightly raised eyebrow and smiled, "And what rumor would that be?"

Naruto sighed and grinned, "A pretty, new girl with, my god, pink hair, joins our beautiful city, Konoha, with a wallet stuffed with cash and a look of ambition stamped across her face. That rumor. I'm sure people have surrounded you with questions."

I tossed my hair back and giggled. While grabbing a plastic bag to drop more tomatoes in, I exclaimed, "Wow. I didn't think I had that much popularity here."

"You have got to be kidding me. With your looks, I'm surprised that a suitor hasn't approached you yet."

Dropping the bag of fruits into my cart, I tossed him a sly look in disbelief. "Suitors? Really?" I swerved my cart around Naruto and smirked, "I didn't think that I was that pretty. Thank you for making that clearer for me."

Naruto followed me into the baking aisle. Leaning against the cake flour and white sugar, he began, "Ha, don't get so full of yourself new girl. You're not the only pretty girl in this town."

I barked out a forced laugh to his amusement.

His phone began to vibrate in his pants. Naruto swiped it into his palm and answered, "Hey. What's up? Huh? Party? When? Oh, ok. Cool. Yea, I'm in. Great."

I narrowed my eyes but continued to skim across the different types of herbs. "What was that about? Party?"

Naruto smiled and asked, "Why? You want to go?"

"Why not? Since I'm new in town, why not get to know the citizens, especially your friends?"

I could feel Naruto's rusty gears quirking in his head as he scrutinized my offer. With a smirk, he nodded and explained, "If your down, it's going to be at the Lotus at around eight-ish. I recommend not showing up till 10, you know, increase the curiosity about the new girl."

With a tinkling laugh and a five star smile, I spoke, "Cool. I'll be there."

Naruto backtracked out of the aisle and waved goodbye. Right before he turned a corner to the exit, he called, "By the way, I never got a name! What is it?"

I giggled and replied, "It's Sakumi! Aiko Sakumi!"

His eyes flashed with amusement as he retorted, "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

I just smiled wider.

I saw Naruto wave again as he sauntered out of the market. I could feel all eyes on me as I realized that our conversation was probably recorded by memory by the other shoppers.

I suppressed a smirk as I turned my attention back onto the herbs.

What would be the best to put into pasta? Oregano? Basil?

How about this? What would be the best to put into pasta to drug them to sleep? Butalbital? Promethazine?

Let's find out.

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Sakura POV

The red wine swirled like a ticking clock around in a perfect circle as I spun it between my fingertips. My mesmerized stare was broken when Tsunade when she cleared her throat. I glanced at her and smiled, "How is the pasta, Tsunade-sama? I hope it is to your liking."

Tsunade took a gulp of the red wine and reassured, "It's magnificent." She looked and me with narrowed eyes and a crooked smile. "The new girl with a pocket full of cash and a college degree who can cook like a five star chef. You don't see that quite often."

I burst out a charming laugh and took a bite out of my pasta. "I love trying and learning new things. You never know what you can learn with a simple glance at a book or a click of a mouse."

Tsunade's eyes started to droop but regained consciousness. I snickered inside and inquired, "Tsunade-sama? Are you feeling ok? Do you need to lie down?"

"No, no dear. I'm feeling…perfectly…f-." Her head dropped to the side of the plate with a loud slump. I scoffed and wiped my hands on the white napkin laid in front of me. Sighing, I stood from my chair and walked over to Tsunade.

I shook her on the shoulders and murmured, "Are you sure?"

No answer was heard.

All well.

I dragged to the couch in the humongous living room and laid her nicely. I even propped her head up with a soft, cushy pillow.

Her purse was still on the dining table. I scurried through her belongings with narrowed eyes. I found her cell phone, so I ripped the SD card from the side of the phone and replaced it with my own SD card. I transferred all of her contacts to my phone with a simple tap of my fingers.

This was too easy. No one would suspect the new girl.

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