Jamaican Sakura

Summary: I take Sakura's place in her world and she takes mine in our world. What chaos will ensue? And will she like how I look? Because I know having pink hair would be too weird for me. Oh, and here's the twist, I've never actually watched Naruto.

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It was a wish, one small wish that both girls made that started this whole mess. A wish to go somewhere else. Anywhere else. Anywhere but here.

The poor dears don't know what a wish granted would do. To them and all that they loved.

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Book 1

☆Jamaica's mishaps as Haruno Sakura☆

Chapter 1

The Jamaican Cherry Blossom

Now, just to let you know, I live in the "Great White North" also known as the country Canada. And it is in the middle of the winter. When I went to sleep, there was a snowstorm. The weather channel said that it would be one of the worst snowstorms of the year. They also thought it convenient to omit the fact that the weather is so unpredictable these days because of the pollution and the ozone layer being like Swiss cheese, but I digress. The point I am trying to make was it was snowing. And it was suppose to keep snowing, all throughout the week. The fact that I woke up to a sun-lit room was not lost to me. And neither was the feeling that something was different, really different. After a few minutes of trying, and failing, to go back to sleep, because of a cry of,

"Sakura-chan! Come downstairs for breakfast!"

By a voice I did not recognize. I believe that she was talking to someone else, seeing as my name isn't Sakura, but she sounded so kind, so I decided to get up anyway. The odd thing was there was a giant vanity mirror in my bedroom. I do not have a mirror. Never mind one so big. But when I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look, I couldn't have been more surprised.

I know I had my hair highlighted, but this is ridiculous!

All of my hair is pink! PINK!

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!

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That really explains why I felt so unlike myself though.

I looked at myself in more detail; the pink hair is very disturbing however. I saw that I was wearing a light pink nightdress and a white thigh high socks and my pink hair was just the same length. That's good. There's one thing about myself I can recognize. Everything else, however… I had big green eyes, milky white skin and my bangs are definitely longer than before. I'm thinner, and there are no boobs on my chest. Sweet! I hated those stupid lumps.

Now that I have learned that I looked entirely different now, I looked in the closet to see what I had to wear. Lessee here, there's a red dress, pink shirt, black shorts, dark blue skirt, blue sandals, and…that's it? Okay, there are a few kimonos and pajamas, but those don't count.

Fine then, I'll just wear the red dress and black shorts with the silly blue sandals, much to my indignation.

Oh! And would you look at this! A giant hardcover book about fairy tales! Yay! Jackpot!

I don't know about you, but I never leave the house without a book, ever. Besides, you have no idea how much it hurts to get hit with these things. I should know. I've given enough people concussions with them.

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When I came downstairs a woman who was very tall with the same colored hair as me greeted me.

"Sakura-chan! How are you, bed-head?"

Okay…why does she insist on calling me Sakura? Well…maybe it's because of my hair. It must be a nickname or something.

I just yawned and gave her a shrug. She put a dish with some rice and food in front of me after I sat down. I ate it while she talked to me.

"So Sakura-chan, are you ready for today?"

I swallowed and gave her a questioning look.

"Today is the day you graduate, Sakura-chan. Or did you forget?"

I gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged once again. She sighed.

"You're far too young to become senile and start forgetting things. Now, here's your bento and off you go." She said as she pushed me out the doors. I rolled my eyes, and made sure to bring the book with me.

My feet took me to wherever it was that I had to go, while I just hummed to myself various songs I love. I didn't trust myself to talk. Everyone was speaking in Japanese, and although I can understand them, I wasn't sure whether I would have an accent or even be able to speak Japanese in the first place. So I decided not to risk it and keep quiet.

This place is really quaint, old fashioned Japanese style buildings, no freakishly tall skyscrapers and there's no environmental pollution of any sort.

I could get use to this place.

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I came to a building, a school building to be exact, with various children playing games, and I saw a sign that said "Ninja Academy".

Interesting…But for some reason that really reminds me of something. Hmm…

Oh well.

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I really think that the body and the soul are two entirely different entities. The mind is separate from the soul and the soul is separate from the mind. That's why this one is going on auto-pilot. But when I got to the door this random blond girl tried to knock me to the side, and I was just barely able dodged her and kept on walking in. Then she started running to some seat next to some boy that all the girls were crowded around and had heart-shaped eyes staring at.

Hold up, heart-shaped eyes?!

I backtracked two steps, and stared. And stared. And stared some more. My heavens, the more I see it, the less I believe it. I shook my head in disbelief and sat down on an empty seat. Where apparently, there was a good view of the front of the class.

The man with tanned skin, black hair up in a ponytail and had a white scar over his nose started speaking about becoming real ninjas now and how tough would be after this, but I wasn't really paying attention. Ninjas? They exist in this day and age? Gee, I think I might be a bit over my head here.

Well, I don't think that the man really appreciated my cheek, seeing as I had the book of fairy-tales propped up in front of me and right in front of my face and was apparently not listening to him. In fact, I could have sworn I heard a whistle blowing. Oh dear.

Then something started flying at me, something very sharp and pointy. Thank you dodge ball reflexes, I was able to control my new body to duck my head to not get hit.

Guess what I did next?

If you guessed I kept reading, you'd be correct.

And if you're wondering what happened to the book, I put it down on the desk as I dodged the sharp and pointy object.

Um…now I hear a train whistle getting louder and louder. Uh oh.

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"Sakura…"

She just gave him a bright smile. The tick on his right eye worsened, as her smile just aggravated him. It was like she didn't care about what he was just saying.

"Were you paying attention to what I just said?"

She nodded.

"What did I say?"

She brightened, and shot down to the board in front of the class.

Everyone else was confused. Why isn't she talking? Did she become mute?

She started to write on the board, in a very fancy, very old fashioned kanji.

It said,

'You said that from now on, we would become real ninja. Not only would we have what other ninja have for privileges, we'd also have all the responsibilities, hardships and any wrong step would end in death. You said that now we would become adults in the eyes of the world, (even though we certainly don't look it) and in time, we either rise to the challenge of the world or sink into the darkness.'

Iruka was impressed,very impressed. She had the eloquence of a writer. And she was able to write the gist of what he said in 3 sentences. He laughed when he read the words in the brackets. That was funny.

"So, you were paying attention. How can you focus on two things at the same time?"

'Simple. I daydream.'

He laughed again at the written words. Her smile just widened at the sound of his laughter. She decided she liked it when he laughed.

"It's good that you can multi-task, Sakura, but could you at least look like you're paying attention to me while I talk?"

'You mean lecture.'

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, while I lecture. Just please put the book down."

She looked disappointed.

'Do I have to?'

"Yes."

She pouted.

'Fine, I will. Much to my disgruntlement, I shall.'

He smiled.

"Good."

Since when did Sakura not speak?

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Do you know when you can feel people just staring at you? Do also know how much that ticks me off? Grr, I hate it when people do that.

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Some of the more obvious children outright stared at Sakura for a moment, watching her strange actions, but went back to Iruka's lecture. The others on the other hand kept an eye on her, not as obviously as the others, suspicious that she might be someone they didn't know.

Boy, they didn't know how right they were.

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The teacher with the scar on his nose had all the students do some kind of…what did he call it again? Jut-su? Something like that, anyway. They turned into other people, took the place of a random object or person, and somehow all these odd clones of themselves kept popping out of nowhere. But, I could tell they weren't real. Many were see-through, and you could tell that it was an illusion. I mean, that chalk isn't suppose to be able for me to see through her foot is it?

There was this one boy, Uzumaki…Naru-something or other. He did this funny jut-su that had him turning to a voluptuous girl, and gave the teacher a very big nosebleed. I'd really like to know how that's physically possible, the nosebleed, not the jut-su, but I don't think the teacher knows either. Either way, that one was funny, just bloody hilarious. He could do everything but the clones. His was so crummy that Iruka-san couldn't pass him. I felt so sorry for him.

I could do it all. But my clones were just barely better than all the other students, I think it was because I wanted it to be so bad. I was really tired afterwards though. I always hated being a part of a crowd. I had a vague understanding of what I just did, but I didn't really feel like going into the details.

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I'm outside, reading. But my mind was still on that Uzumaki boy. I would hate to not be able to do something like that. Argh. In fact, I'm a closet perfectionist. Either I do everything right, or I don't do it at all. It's really a rather debilitating vice.

I decided to draw. I found a stub of pencil on the floor earlier in the classroom, and since there was an extra piece of paper on the back of the book, I ripped it out and started to sketch. The Uzumaki child I can't seem to stop thinking about.

I decided to draw a portrait, just his face. It's really quiet a striking face. The wide cerulean orbs, hair as wild as a dandelion and the color of the sun, tanned skin and whisker-like marks on his cheeks just add to his darlingness. And that cute little foxy smile certainly doesn't hurt his charisma. I decided that instead of the goggles he wears, that I should put the funny head-band thing on his forehead instead. I thought it made sense. Of course, I wrote all those points at the back of the portrait. I want people to know what the inspiration for this was. When I looked it over, after I was done, I was surprised to learn that I liked what I saw. I decided to do it over, in darker and more assured lines this time.

Gee, my fingers are even better at this than I thought it'd be. Maybe it's because it's different now. Who knows?

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I went back inside.

I tugged on the teacher's sleeve.

He looked at me.

"Yes Sakura?"

I wrote on a spare piece of paper.

'Do you have pencil crayons?'

"Why?"

'I'm drawing a portrait.'

"Really? Of who?"

'The Uzumaki boy.'

"You mean Naruto."

'Is that what his given name is?'

"Yes…?"

He looked at her quizzically.

'Oh. Okay, Uzumaki Naruto it is then. It is a very nice name, would the meaning be a maelstrom, by any chance?'

If possible, he looked even more confused.

"Sakura, you've been going to the same school as him for the last 4 years. Why don't you know his name already?"

'I did? Hm, I think I might have amnesia of some sort.'

"If you have amnesia, how do you know how to do jutsu?"

She gave him a shrug.

'I just do. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the butt.'

"What do you mean by not looking at the butt?"

'Of course I'm saying not to look at the butt. Do you know how much it hurts getting kicked by a horse?'

"Oh."

Just when he thought she was talking really eloquently, she turned a full 360 and says this. Really, she wasn't always like this. Before, she would talk, a lot. He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Well, I think I might have a few here somewhere, let me check."

He rummaged in the desk that he never sat in, looking through various drawers, opening and closing, opening and closing again.

"Ah ha!"

He came up with a box full of crayons. I just smiled. Mentally I was saying:

"A-BOO-YAKA! YOU ARE AWESOME TEACH! LUVS YA FOREVA AND EVA!"

Picture, would you, a chibified version of me punching the air for no reason whatsoever while saying said words.

Yes, there is something wrong with my mind process. It does not know grammar or spelling. I don't care. It sounds adorable.

I would actually say that out loud, but I'm not sure I can trust this man yet, seeing as I think I'm somewhere I've never been before, so I'll just keep this to myself.

"So, before you can you use the crayons, can I see this portrait?"

He looked quite curious in fact; maybe he never thought I'd be good at drawing. I'm a fair hand at it, but I'm no great artiste.

I shrug.

'Sure. I hope I did a good enough job of his profile though. I never was an artist.'

She handed the portrait to him. At first he scrutinized it; I think he was expecting it to be a doodle by a toddler or something of that sort. When he stopped scrutinizing, he had a surprised look on his face. She was hoping that it's a pleasantly surprised look, not a displeased surprised look.

"This is…very good."

'Well, I try.'

She was scratching her head and had her head tilted to the side with a sheepish smile on her face. He could tell she was secretly happy of his praise. He can also tell that she didn't think she's all that good at drawing. If the smile was any indication of her feelings, that is.

"Hm? What's this?"

He turned over the page, feeling indentations on the paper from my writing, his eyebrows creased in concentration as he read…

"Striking face…cerulean orbs…hair as wild as a dandelion…whisker-marks adds to his darlingness…foxy smile…charisma?"

He looked at her in surprise.

"I thought you thought that Naruto was annoying?"

'Why? He hasn't even talked to me at all today.'

His eyebrow raised, he thought that was a somewhat good lie, but just because he was leaving her alone for one day doesn't mean her whole perspective of him would change because of it. Hmm.

"This is very cute, Sakura. Can I keep it after you color it?"

'But I worked so hard on it!'

"I'd like to show this to Naruto, Sakura."

'I was going ask him myself…'

"Let me do it for you."

'But!'

She looked at his face. She couldn't see any obvious signs of deceit, although he may be lying, so she just sighed and nodded. He nodded to her also.

It's a good thing that this one is the copy of the picture that she made.

She took the pencil crayons from his outstretched hands and sat on the nearest desks at the front of the classroom. Scratching could be heard, paper and lead and silence making it seem all the louder. The teacher waited patiently for her to finish. After some rather long moments, which were just about 30 minutes, she gave the picture and the pencil crayons back to the teacher.

"Thank you Sakura. Hmm? What's this?"

He was looking at some random lines in a straight line, very curvy, very elegant lines that meant nothing at all to him.

'Maybe I should have written it in Japanese…' She thought.

"What is this gibberish, Sakura?"

'It's not gibberish, it's written in English, a language I made up.'

She had that excuse all made up before he even started talking, which goes to show you how good she is at deceiving people. It was, in fact, written in English, but seeing as she seemed to be in a place that only speaks Japanese, she wondered how wise it was to do that. She just wanted to add a personal touch, is all.

Looking at his very perplexed face, she sighed.

'Fine. What's my real name, teacher?'

"Your real name is Haruno Sakura…? Shouldn't you know this already?"

'Amnesia, remember?'

She tapped her head at him with a cross-eyed face.

"Hmm…"

'I thought you all called me Sakura because of the color of my hair.'

"Well…"

She raised an amused eyebrow at him, a small smile on his face. Then she took the picture from his hand and wrote in kanji Haruno Sakura and gave it right back.

"That's better; the rest of us can understand it this time."

She blew a raspberry at him in response. She winked, and after giving a mock salute with two fingers she ran out and went home.

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(Author's note: Yes, I know. I am an idiot. Shut up. How am I suppose to know where I am if I've never watched the show? So, how is that? Is it any good? 3 review please, if the majority says aye, then I'll continue with chapter 2, but if it's the opposite, I'll just delete this story. And please write constructive criticism that can actually make the story better, not a typical "YOU SUX! STOP WRITING!" flame, okay? Merci beaucoup!)