Flames of My Heart: Well, here's chapter two, and I'm sad to say, that Sakura has yet to arrive at Konoha. I know this is going really slow, but I want to get every detail from the basic plot in before I start off with my own spin of it.

Review Responses to Anonymous Reviews (Because I'm pretty sure I replied to all Signed Reviews):

Aquamarine Angel: Thanks for your review; it means a lot to me.

Yeah I was thinking of making it Sasuke or Kakashi (since I love Neji/Tenten) and I know you might think it would be a bit weird to make Kakashi her boyfriend... but see, in Legally Blonde, Elle falls for the guy that is as old as her college professor (Callahan) and he's kind of like an assistant-professor guy. So Kakashi would actually fit the role well.

But everyone loves Sasuke-kun (including me) and I already have 7 votes for him, so I think he'll most likely win.

Thank you so much for your review... and I hope you'll like the second chapter of Legally Pink (when I post it of course.)

Crystalangel9999: Thanks so much for your review. I'm not so sure about the competition, but if Neji manages to catch up with Sasuke in the poll, then I'll think about it, okiee dokiee? And, don't worry about it not flowing with the movie, since after chapter three; the story will be very different from the movie. Well, hope you like chapter two of 'Legally Pink.'

Angel: Wow, that the eighth vote Sasuke-kun. Maybe I should pair Sakura and Sasuke together. I'll think about it. Hope you like chapter two of 'Legally Pink!'

-: Thanks for your vote! And thanks for the compliment. As you can see I did continue, so no worries there! Hope you like chapter two!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or Legally Blonde. I do how ever own Yuri, Mimi and Yoshimi and some of the plot.

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"So, sweets, what did you do today?" Sakura asked, raising her wine glass to take a sip. They were in a classy restaurant that had red curtains, black cushioned seats, and absolutely adorable waiters. But Sakura was too busy staring into her love's eyes to care about the waiters.

'He probably sat at home masturbating about you,' her 'Inner Sakura' stated, snorting loudly. Sakura could picture the 'evil' Sakura in her mind and she looked like… well… a hooker. She was dressed in dark brown leather pants, and a red sports bra, with a whip in her hand.

'Probably,' Sakura couldn't believe she was actually agreeing with her hooker personality, but then again Kiba was very much like a dog. And dogs enjoyed humping things. But unlike dogs, Kiba had hands. 'Oh Kami-sama, the hooker has corrupted my mind.'

'You were always like this, so don't blame it on me! How rude!' Inner Sakura retaliated.

'That's because you've always been around,' Sakura countered.

'Oh, hush up and go back to your date. He's talking to you.' Inner Sakura tried to weasel her way out of the argument, and it clearly worked. Sakura snapped out of her daze, and finally took a sip from her wine glass, that was still in her hand.

"And then me and the guys ran laps around…" Kiba stopped talking to stare at his girlfriend, who was looking at the small ripple effects her wine would make when she moved the glass. "Pooh-bear, are you paying attention?"

Sakura's head snapped up to look at her boyfriend, after hearing his infamous nickname for her. "Oh yes of course Kiba-kun!" she smiled charmingly at him, and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Then what did I say?" Kiba asked irritably, knowing his girlfriend too well to be fooled by her little tricks.

"Me and the guys ran laps," she repeated his last words absent-mindedly, turning back to her 'interesting' wine glass. Even though she couldn't see him, she that he gave her a fanged grin and nodded his head approvingly. "But it should have been 'the guys and I' not 'me and the guys'."

Sakura knew it was mean, but sometimes she just couldn't handle his uneducated way of talking. Sure, she was surrounded by the stereotypical preppy girls all day, but at least they were moderately smart. But, of course she didn't blame her love, since it wasn't his fault that he got hit in the head too many times while playing football.

Kiba frowned at her, but pretended not to hear the comment. "So, pooh-bear I was thinking…" he started, but then his voice wandered off, as if he was trying to find the right words.

Sakura slammed her glass down on the table, and finally focused all her attention to him, her green eyes sparkling, as she recited 'Yes! Yes! Yes' over and over again in her head. 'Stop stalling, blockhead!' Inner Sakura shouted, pressing her ear against an invisible door, trying to 'spy' on the special conversation Kiba and Sakura were about to have.

"You know I'm going off to Konoha Ninja Academy, right? Because of my plans to be a hunter-nin," Kiba continued to remind her. The only thing Kiba liked to blab about more than sports and dogs was his acceptance into Konoha. But, Sakura was a great girlfriend, and she fully supported him.

"Of course, honey bun. You're going to make your parents so proud!" Sakura said quiet loudly, causing the couple behind them to throw her a curious look.

"Yes, well you know my brother, right?" he asked, and again Sakura nodded her head.

"Well he got engaged to that Hyuuga girl, Hanabi. And she's a first year Suna Ninja Academy student," Kiba continued to rant, as Sakura listening, half interested.

"So," Kiba paused for a moment. Sakura suddenly felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach, as she tried so hard to resist the urge to scream in pure joy. "I was thinking that we should break up—"

"YES!" Sakura shouted, not hearing the last sentence he said. She, of course, though she was shouting her acceptance to his proposal.

"Wow," Kiba said, shocked at her reaction.

"Wait…" Sakura tried to remember Kiba's last words. As the words 'I think we should break up' echoed in her brain, she slammed her fist on the table and glared at him. "WHAT?" By now, everyone in the restaurant had been staring at the couple.

Kiba's face turned red with embarrassment at all the attention they were getting. "Sugar-booger—"

"Don't sugar-booger me!" Sakura shouted, letting her 'Inner Sakura' control her thoughts. "You're breaking up with me? Why? How? What the fuck is your problem?"

Kiba's eyes grew wide; he had never heard his girlfriend curse like this before. It was extremely shocking. "Well, you're just not the girl I need. I need a girl like Hanabi."

"You need a girl like Hanabi?" Sakura asked quietly, tears rolling down her eyes. The people around the couple began to whisper, and shoot dirty looks at Kiba. "So you invited me to dinner… just to BREAK UP WITH ME? You've got some nerve!"

And with that, Sakura stood up from her chair, and grabbed at her clutch purse. Kiba grabbed her hand, and tried to stop her from leaving, but she ripped her hand out of his grip and glared at him. The people around them continued to whisper, and then broke out into laughter as Sakura grabbed her wine glass and spilled the liquid on Kiba's shirt. "YOU JERK!" she shouted, throwing the empty glass at him, and then stomping off, tears still flowing down her red cheeks.

A waiter rushed over to give him a handkerchief to wipe his shirt. The other customers eventually returned to their own dinners, all of them thinking about how the scene had seemed like something from a soap-opera. Kiba looked at the retreating back of his ex-girlfriend and shouted fruitlessly at Sakura, "I'll meet you at the car!"

She turned around and gave him the middle-finger, and then turned back. A waiter at the front door opened the door for her, and gave her a sympathetic look. She smiled sadly and thanked him. He grinned back at her and then mouthed 'Call me!' She let out a little laugh, and walked down the cement path that led to the side-walk.

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"Sakura, don't be stubborn!" Kiba shouted at his ex-girlfriend. He was currently driving 10 miles per hour, trying to convince Sakura to let him drive her home.

"I don't need your sympathy," she hiccupped loudly, and rubbed at her cheeks that were streamed with tears and lines of black, leaking mascara. She continued to look forward at the streets ahead of her, not daring to look at him.

"It's not sympathy, pooh-bear," Kiba said sadly, trying to make her believe him. "I just want to give you one last ride home."

"Oh, so you can finalize the end of our relationship! I think not!" she turned to give him an extremely angry glare, and Kiba almost whimpered in fear.

Suddenly an idea popped into his head. "You'll ruin your shoes," he grinned as she huffed and stopped walking. He stepped on the breaks to stop the car, and she threw open the door to the shot-gun seat.

"Fine, but only for my shoes," she mumbled as she got into the car, and slammed the door behind her. He drove off, grinning, while she looked out the window at the scenery passing her by.

"Thank you," Sakura mumbled stiffly as she exited the car. She stood stiff and proud, trying not to burst out into another fit of tears, as he spared her one last look and drove off, shouting something along the lines of 'It's been fun!'

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Mimi was a freshman at high school, who looked up to Sakura as though the pink-haired girl was her older sister. She often came to Sakura to help her with homework and today was no different. Knocking on the pink painted door, she waited for the cheerful senior to open the door and greet Mimi with a giant hug.

After waiting for about a minute, Mimi knocked again and pressed her ear against the door. She could hear many voices; the T.V. was probably on, and she could also hear loud choked sobs. Mimi pulled her ear away from the door and gasped. Was it possible that Sakura was crying? The amazing, graceful and extremely proud teenager was actually crying!

"Oh Mimi, Sakura's not tutoring anyone today," a voice said behind her, as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Mimi turned around, and looked up at another senior, Sakura's best friend, Yuri.

"Why not?" Mimi asked curiously, wanting to know the reason Sakura was crying. If she could find out why, then maybe she could help Sakura get better.

"Kiba dumped her," Yuri whispered, hoping Sakura wouldn't hear them gossiping about her love-life.

"No!" Mimi's eyes widened as she let out a gasp.

"Yes," Yuri whispered, nodding her head to prove a point.

"Kami-sama," Mimi said, as Yuri led the girl away from the room, and into a study session that had build up because of the absence of their favorite tutor, Sakura.

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It had been two weeks since Kiba had broken up with Sakura, and it seemed as though Sakura had transformed into a different person. She hardly left her room, and when she did, she was always wearing a robe and hair curlers. She would run down to the kitchen, grab a giant box of ice-cream, and then run back upstairs, only to slam her door extremely loudly.

Right now, Sakura was laying on her bed, under her pink covers, the hair curlers still stuck in her hair. There was a giant tub of strawberry ice-cream lying on her stomach, with a giant spoon jammed into the melting ice-cream. Her T.V. was on, and was on full-volume. She was watching a day-time soap-opera and this was basically what was going on:

Girl: What if you forget me?

Boy: Never, Melody. I love you.

Melody: Really, Jason? You promise?

Jason: Of course. You're my one-true love, and even if I might forget this night, it will always be in my heart—

Sakura angrily grabbed at her tub of ice-cream at threw it at the T.V. screen, watching the pink substance drip off the screen. "LIAR!" she shouted, throwing the spoon at the pink goop.

Suddenly, the door swung open, to reveal her two friends dressed in matching track-suits. Yoshimi was wearing a purple one, while Yuri was wearing a blue one. "Sakura, you need to get out of bed!" Yuri shouted, throwing the covers off Sakura. Underneath the covers, Sakura was wearing the robe she had been walking around in for the past two weeks.

"Yeah, you're starting to get fat," Yoshimi stated bluntly, twirling her rose colored hair between two fingers.

Sakura gaped and her friend and mumbled a sarcastic thanks, as Yuri pulled her up off the bed. "Where are we going?" she said, her voice sounding dead and low.

"The salon," Yoshimi said excitedly, still twirling her hair. Sakura mumbled a 'fine' as she threw open one of the doors in her room, and entered her personal bathroom. She locked the door, not bothering to pick out an outfit, knowing that Yuri and Yoshimi would surely find one for her.

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Flames of My Heart: Well, that's it for chapter two. Next chapter, Sakura finally comes up with the idea to follow Kiba to Konoha, and the plot finally starts to go its own direction instead of following the guide-lines of Legally Blonde! Woo-hoo!

Poll (and results) for Sakura's lover-boy:

Kakashi 2

Sasuke 9

Neji 2

Preview for Next Chapter:

"You want to go to Konoha?" the college counselor asked, looking at Sakura's folder. She glanced up from the folder, and raised one eyebrow at Sakura. She was definitely not Konoha material; dressed in La Coste shirt, J. Lo jeans, and Prada shoes.

"Well, I do have the fourth highest GPA in the school," Sakura tried to convince the counselor that this was the school for her. The counselor looked back at Sakura's folder and then nodded her head.

"Yes you do. So, what are your back-up schools?" she asked.

"There are none. I'm going to Konoha!" Sakura stated, looking at the other woman. The counselor could see that Sakura was determined to prove herself.