Anyone could see that young Sakura Haruno wasn't destined to be a great ninja, she was nothing but a bullied crybaby who had magical powers. Did anyone know the last part? Certainly not. Magical hinted AU. SasuSaku/NaruSaku. Non-Mass.

Before:

Haruno Sakura knew from a young age that she was different. She saw ghosts and had an inner voice and had powers she didn't understand. It's not that she saw lots of ghosts, it was more like two ghosts who always ignored each other. One seemed desperate for a connection with longing in their eyes when he glanced at the other and it's friend, or lack there of, seemed to be put off by his mere presence.

They followed around two boys who always seemed to be irritated in the other's presence. Too much like the spirits following them, the bitter thought came to Sakura's head. She didn't associate with either one of them, too much drama between the boys and their haunting spirits. As if she wasn't in enough drama as is.

Ino had declared them rivals in love when Sakura had tried to warn her about Sasuke. His spirit seemed much like his attitude, and her best friend deserved better than that rude boy. Ino had taken her words and twisted them against her. She claimed to know that Sakura was infatuated with the young Uchiha. She told her that she wasn't a clan kid and that she would never stand a chance in the game of Sasuke's love.

Sakura's face contorted into an ugly shape in response. Did her best friend think that little of her? Did her best friend truly believe that she would do something vicious towards her? It was her best friend. That couldn't be true. Could it?

Ino pushed Sakura out of her way as she made her way over to her precious Sasuke-kun. The blonde terminated their friendship on the spot. The only friend Sakura had ever had was gone. All for a stupid boy.

Now:

This world. This world was different. She couldn't put her finger on what was different until she marched her little, seven-year-old body out of her bedroom door and saw her mother cooking breakfast. That was definitely wrong. Her mother had left by this time in her past life.

This world was different. Sakura mused that she could get used to this. This time, it would be different. This time she was ready.

Then:

Tan skin gripped the staff tightly, her power surged through her and filled her senses with tremondous emotions. No. If she were to go against the snake sanin she had to school her emotions. This wasn't the time to lose control of her power in a fit of rage. She had worked so hard to contain her power and never let it slip. She wasn't used to this much of it pumping through her veins. She was a powerful magician, not a powerful ninja, not that her peers knew.

It was time to fight. She had her cards with her, she knew she didn't need them to use her magic. But they helped contain and define her powers.

She through a translucent card into the air. The tip of her staff touched it and she felt her staff change shape.

"Sword!"

Now:

It was the day she started the academy. A rather horrendous day in her past life. She had seen the ghosts for the first time and almost wet herself. She knew the talent she had this time. She prepared herself for the worse and prayed for the best. She knew and held reign of her powers, she created all her past cards the night before. She was tired and worn-out from all the use of her magic, she wasn't as strong as she was in her past life. Her eight-pointed snowflake crystal hung on a low silver chair around her neck. It was nearly invisible except for a soft twinkle when the sun hit the chain.

"Sakura-chan!" a friendly voice called. It had a kind and light hearted feeling wrapped around the name. Yamanaka Ino. She was her friend again. Or, perhaps, she was still her friend, perhaps she had never lost her.

Sakura had learned to expertly cover her tattoo with makeup in her past life. This time, she was able to use a genjutsu, a powerful one at that. "Good morning, Ino-chan." It felt nice to have her best friend by her side once more.

The blonde haired girl grasped her pink-haired bestie's hand and dragged them into their class together. Ino's pale hand never left Sakura's tan one.

The classroom was filled with laughter and giggles. Sakura could hear whispers of how cute their new Sensei was.

Uchiha Shisui.

There was an Uchiha as her teacher. A dead Uchiha.

After:

It had always been them. Yes, Sasuke has been wrapped up in revenge, and yes, Naruto had been scorned from the village like she had, but they were one. They were always together. Naruto and Sasuke protected her with their lives. They shouldn't have needed to, but they did, all the same. They were there for her. She was there for them.

She was the glue that held their little and broken team together. She had protected Sasuke the best she could when the evil snake had attacked. She shielded Naruto from bullies and they would turn on her instead. She met them each day with a smile on her face. She belonged to a family for once. A family she could call her own.

And yet, they left.

They left while she was unconscious. Ino and herself had drawn a tie during the second part of the chunin exams and they left. They left without saying goodbye, even in the form of a quick note. They left her alone. She was told to relax for a month by her sensei. Relax for a month. She didn't want to be the weakest link anymore. But who would help her?

The rosette grit her teeth and knew she would have to fight for the right to be trained. Not gifted it, like her boys.

Before:

They pulled her cloud hair. They pinched her brown skin and laughed when she didn't bruise like they did. She wasn't like the pearly children of Konoha. Even the other brown children came from high up clans with strong and powerful ninja.

Sakura was born to an ex-Kiri ninja and a small merchant mother. People didn't like her father. He was black. He wasn't born in Konoha. He wasn't a ninja from Konoha. He didn't belong.

Mothers and wives pitied Mebuki Haruno whispering to her phone numbers of undercover police forces who could get her away from her horrible husband. She brushed them off easily. They didn't understand. They would never understand her love for her family.

She was away from the village often to make trades with foreign lands, sometimes leaving Fire Country. She brought her husband, naturally. Her daughter had to stay behind, to keep her safe, they told her countless times. Mebuki was a natural in the art of sales, her husband would even convince the more wary people near them that they were loving and caring, and had a family back home to support.

Kizashi was the perfect husband. The perfect father. The one who would give up his life if it meant to protect his family.

And he did.

Now:

There were Uchiha all around. They had all been wiped out by this time in her past life. This wasn't normal. Everything changed.

But it was better?

Heyyyy. This was a quick update! I'm literally able to update faster because of the wild writing style. It really helps my ADHD brain and gets me to type out more. After the first three chapters it will start being told more in the present so you'll understand more of what's going on. I'll update soon! Thanks!