Summary: She's just pretty.

super slammin' sakura

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Dear Sasuke,

There was nothing more frustrating than to be ignored, and you're going to find this out the hard way. There were times that she seemed distant before, momentairly distracted by the new boys and girls she bought home, but she always came back to you. You were the one she held every night, she kept you the closest to her heart. Every word she uttered in her sleep, you heard. Every nightmare she had, you chased away, sword in hand. Every hug she had was for you, especially the ones before she skipped off to school, pink bag in hand.

There was no competition, you were her favorite. There was nothing that could tear you two apart. The others, she threw away after a year or two, but you were going to last forever. You watched her switched out of her crib into a big girl bed, into an even bigger girl bed, and slept beside her every night. When Sarada started school, she took you along everyday until she was told that she was too old for you. Even then, she still took you, but only if you promised not to giggle when she walked past Mom and Dad. Sometimes, she gave it away easily, but she couldn't help it! You made her so happy!

How could you not make her happy? You're always there when she needs you, whether she wants to play or when she needs to cry about her day. With warm hugs and soft dark blue and black fur, you're the perfect playmate and best friend.

But that's over, Sasuke. You see, there's a new toy in town. I heard Mom and Dad talking about how they got her the new Sakura skater or whatever doll, the one Sarada's been obessing about since the commercials came out. When she comes home, you're done for. Sakura's gonna take your place, unless we get rid of her. Let's do it.

- Naruto.

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For an idiot, Naruto wrote surprisingly well, Sasuke thought as he read the letter left for him on the pink vanity. Rolling his black button eyes, the teddy bear crumpled it up and tossed it into the wastebasket, unconcerned. "You're stupid," he said aloud, knowing the younger bear was around to hear him. "Sarada would never get rid of me, much less to some doll that's only been around for a few months." He wasn't surprised when an orange and black bear, a little smaller than him, sprang up from under the table.

"No, you're wrong!" he yelled, pointing a stub at the older bear. "She's going to replace us all if we don't get rid of that doll, right now!" he whined, his own eyes blue and determined. There were many things he felt passionately about, but this seemed to take top priority. He huffed and puffed, nearly ripping his stiches that Mom so carefully put in place so his stuffing wouldn't fall out.

"I've been Sarada's best friend for five years, there's no way some stupid old doll is gonna take my place. Has any if these other dumb toys touched Sarada like I have? No. They're all rubbish compared to me, and it's going to stay like that. Forever," Sasuke declared proudly, sliding off of the dresser and down to where Naruto, and the rest of the toys, were. Looking around, he found Kakashi, an old action figure handed down to Sarada by her older brother, Iruka, a plush dinosaur who was constantly left under beds and dressers, acquiring dust that just wasn't suitable for a girl such as Sarada to be with, Hinata, an old rag doll passed down from Sarada's grandmother, and Ino, a plastic doll that was Sarada's last birthday gift from her best friend.

"That was incredibly rude," Ino quipped, shoving past the bears and towards her dreamhouse, though she knew Sasuke was right.

"Rude or not, we know Sarada better than anyone," Kakashi began, leaning against one of the wooden legs of her bed, "and there's no chance that she'd get rid of any of us for another doll."

"Exactly—"

"—But she's not going to keep us forever. One day, she's going to be too old for us, and there's no telling what happens to us then. She's going to grow up someday."

"She's never getting rid of me," Sasuke huffed, crossing his arms defiantly. "Five years is just too long to just to throw away. She'll never get too old for her best friend." His tone was confident, assured, but truthfully, he had no idea what would happen when Sarada got older. He's seen toys come and go, some much younger than him, and he's seen the way Iruka gets tossed aside. He loves that little girl with every cotton ball in his body, and he was loved back, but he wasn't certain how long she would love him.

Screams of happy birthday were coming from downstairs. Padded feet ran up steps with determination in a hurry. Happy, loud cries of "Sasuke! Naruto!" made their way towards the room, and the toys went limp, falling to the ground with a silent thud. With a loud slam, the door was thrown open, a bright girl standing in it's place. Dressed in a pink dress with white polka dots and white socks, she scanned her room for her toys. Picking up the two bears with glee, she screamed, "You have to come to the party!" Throwing her glasses onto the bed, she zipped downstairs with her two favorite toys in the world, excited to bring them too her big day!

Sitting them at the table, Sarada eagerly watched as Mom and Dad passed her a large box, both of them with crafty smiles on their faces. "Open this, sweetheart," Mom said, her voice silky smooth while Dad pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I think you'll like it more than those bears!" Dad laughed, standing back and watching his daughter scoff.

"I'll never love anything more than my boys, Dad," she said, reaching for the box. Not caring about the paper, she tore it open recklesslty, throwing the gabage whereever it happened to land. Once little hands were able to see what was in the package clearly, two small gasps were heard, though both were attributed to the little girl. Inside the package was a doll, complete with bottle-green eyes and long pink hair, a bright red smile etched onto her face. Dark eyes looked up from the new toy to her parents, thin lips stammering, "You...got me a Sakura?" After a moment, the young girl let out a shriek of excitement, rushing to hug her parents.

"She's beautiful..." Naruto whispered over to Sasuke, cafeful not be seen by any other the party goers. "The most beautiful girl in the world..." he trailed off, not taking his eyes away from the girl. She looked to be made of porcelain, a creamy paint over smooth glass, with incredibly detailed eyes. They seemed to shine, and for a second, Naruto swore that he caught her staring at him.

"Sarada is the most beautiful girl in the world, stupid," Sasuke whispered back, taking a look at the doll for himself. Of course she was pretty, all dolls were made to be pretty. If she was ugly, she wouldn't have made it out of the factory. In fact, she was really pretty. Gorgeous, even. But beautiful? Maybe. Sasuke turned his attention back to the birthday girl, smiling for photos, her soft black hair and dark eyes framing her face perfectly, that wide smile and missing front tooth proudly on display. That girl was the most beautiful. That silly old Sakura didn't even compare.

When he looked back, he found the doll staring at him, and he made the simple mistake of looking into her eyes. Green and detailed, he found himself lost in the way they shown. Whoever designed her must've hand-painted every detail of them, they looked almost too perfect to be exist. No error, no mistake was made with her.

Okay, yeah, she was beautiful.