Sakura: DAMMIT! She wrote more!

Inner Sakura: Really? ... HELL YEAH!!!

Me: I agree. ONWARD!

Sakura: By the way, Shashuko, the Paisley Maiden, does not own Sasu-- err Naruto. But feel free to sue her!

Me: Excellent. Sakura told them all to sue me. Now no one will...

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'Where am I?' Sakura thought frantically. She looked around her. She was in a room with peach-colored walls. The queen-sized bed had a chocolate brown bedspread, which Sakura had awoken tangled up in. The pillow her head was laying on had an orange cover. And on the wall was...

A poster of her, Naruto, Sasuke, and some grey-haired guy with a mask? ANIME STYLE?!?

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'Hey, Inner Sakura?' Touka asked the Sasuke fangirl's alternate self.

What is it?

'Why am I talking to you?'

You're in Sakura's body.

"WHAT?!?" Touka yelled aloud.

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"Calm down, Sakura, there's gotta be a way to figure this out." Sakura stared at the poster. It said, 'NARUTO,' on it in big English letters. "Okayyy... that orange-haired girl said I'm an anime character. That must be a poster from the anime and..." Sakura laughed weakly.

"And I sound crazy."

There was a knock on the door. "Touka-neechan? Are you talking to yourself again?"

Sakura froze. "Umm..."

The voice laughed. "That's what I thought. By the way, breakfast is on the table."

Sakura grabbed the hairbrush on the (orange) bedside table and walked to the mirror. 'All this stress can't be good for my hair...' When she reached the mirror, she didn't see her own face.

She saw the face of the orange-haired girl from last night.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Sakura fainted faster than a Hyuuga Hinata with Naruto three inches from her face.

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"Okaaay then," Kiiro said aloud, though she was speaking to Inner Sakura. "Now what?"

You pretend to be Sakura until we figure this out.

'WHAT? How am I gonna be an anime character I never paid attention to?' Kiiro thought frantically.

Well, I have an idea. Can I make you sick?

'YOU CAN DO THAT? But you're just a split personality of someone! How could you make me-- er Sakura's body-- SICK?'

I'm not a split personality of her. I just happen to reside in her brain.

'What ARE you then?'

I'm a demon.

'WHAT?'

One of the lesser demons, but a demon nontheless. Occasionally, our superiors seals us inside a human child, usually one in the area of someone they want to watch over. When we get sealed, we become somewhat like that person and we become like an alternate personality. That is why they call my kind, the 'Inner Selves.' I was sealed inside Sakura to watch over the Kyuubi jinchuuriki, Uzumaki Naruto, as well as the whole of the Uchiha clan, who seemed to be up to something extremely dangerous to demons.

'Is that part of why Sakura like Sasuke-bastard? Because you're supposed to watch him?'

She's also just a preteenaged girl with a bad-boy complex... and I like Sasuke too. WHY ARE YOU TWITCHING?!?

'After how much of jerk he is to Naruto, not to mention YOU, in Shippuuden, you still like him?'

If we can set him up with Naruto there's hope for him yet! He redeems himself as a seme to the dobe.

'You certainly have a point there.' Touka nodded. 'But, what do I do now?"

Until we figure out a way to send you back, you'll have to pretend to be Sakura.

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"Touka," called a feminine voice. "Touka-chaaan... wake up..."

"I'm not Touka," Sakura murmered to herself, shutting her eyes tight, "I'm in my own body. This is all a bad dream..."

"Who are you really, then?" The voice was sarcastic now.

"My name is Haruno Sakura. I'm NOT that weird orange-haired chick, I'm not an anime character, I'm going to open my eyes and I'll be awake in my room. There won't be that creepy poster of me, Naruto, Sasuke-kun, and some weird cyclops guy on the wall..." Sakura said, sitting up and opening her eyes.

She was in an all-white room, in a bed. The room was clearly a hospital room.

Sitting next to her was Sasuke... wait. That wasn't Sasuke.

This person's midnight hair didn't stick up in the back, it was worn in a short low ponytail. And the face was paler, smoother, more... feminine...

"Sasuke-kun?!?" Sakura shreiked. "Did somone turn you into a girl?!?"

The person Sakura thought was Sasuke glared. "Not funny, Touka-chan. Stop imitating Sakura and tell me what happened."

"Sasuke-kun? Who is this Touka girl?" Sakura was worried now. Was Touka someone Sasuke was dating?

"Oh... My... GOD. You are Sakura." the person backed away slowly.

"Sasuke-kun? What's going on?" Sakura was confused now.

"I'M NOT SASUKE!!!" the person yelled. "I'M NOT A GUY!"

"Who are you then?" Sakura asked.

The (apparently) girl sighed. "My name is Oumagatoki Kuroko, and I'm Yaezaki Touka's best friend. You appear to be... stuck. As Touka-chan. Unless of course you're Touka-chan and you hit your head when ou fainted, thinking you're an anime character."

"Anime character? Orange-girl said something about that... right before we switched. Then I woke up in a strange room, and I saw this poster of me, Naruto, some weird guy, and Sasuke-kun. Then, I fainted," Sakura said.

"You saw her before you switched?" Kuroko pushed.

Sakura nodded. "I was in this grassy plain. I assumed it was dream, I saw her there, the grass turned into flower petals, this creepy voice said something about experiments, then I woke up and I was Touka." She pulled at her (or, rather, Touka's) short orange hair and made a face. "Her hair is sooo short... I hate short hair."

Sakura sighed. "Am I really an anime character, Kuroko-san?"

"Nooo, pink is a normal natural hair color," Kuroko said sarcastically.

"It isn't," Sakura informed Kuroko cooly, "It's just the color my mother and grandmother use. Err, used in Granma's case."

"Why bother to die your hair so often?" Kuroko asked. "And why pink of all colors?"

"We die our hair to hide or real hair color. And pink looks cute with our eye color," Sakura explained.

Kuroko furrowed her eyebrows. "What is your real hair color?"

The Sasuke fangirl shrugged. "I've been dying it so long, I don't really remember anymore," she laughed.

Kuroko broke out laughing. "I can-- HAHAHAH!-- believe that," she gasped. "So, what had been happening before you switched? I wanna know what point in the anime Touka-chan's been sucked into."

"Well..." Sakura thought a moment. "I have the gennin exams in a year..."

"That early?" Kuroko asked. "... So she'll have to figure everything out herself!!!"

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Shannaro! Twenty more pushups and then we work on chakra manipulation!!! Inner Sakura yelled.

'Okay! One two three four...'

Inner Sakura was training Touka. While Touka had Sakura's body and therefore muscles that were better with things like pushups than hers were, she wasn't used to physical strain mentally yet. Also, Touka had, of course, never used chakra before, so learning to use it well enough to pass the gennin exams like in the series was going to be hard, especially if she wanted to get Sakura's grades. Thankfully (or not), Inner Sakura was constantly teaching Touka how to use it.

'Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty!'

Good job!

'Don't say good job like that. I'm not a puppy.'

'Course not ya bitch.

Kiiro chuckled. 'You wound me with your razor wit.'

Okay, now try walking up that tree.

'WHAT?!? Already?'

You heard me.

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"So... what is Touka's school like?" Sakura was wearing a dark blue sweater vest with a dark brown pleated skirt and a white, long-sleeved button-up shirt-- Touka's school uniform. She had her hair back in a low ponytail tied with a brown ribbon, which was how Touka usually did her hair.

"Well..." Kuroko said, walking ahead, wearing the same uniform, "I'm in most of your classes, so I'll be able to help you. In the classes where I'm not there, you'll be sitting next to another friend of Touka's."

"YOU TOLD PEOPLE!?" Sakura screeched.

Kuroko covered her ears. "Ouch! You may be Sakura but right now you've got Touka's lung capacity. Please, no screaming."

Sakura payed this comment little attention. "Who else did you tell?" she asked, panicked.

"You'll meet them at lunch," Kuroppi said. "Because I'm calling a clan meeting."

"Touka's part of a clan?" Sakura asked.

"Well..." Kuroko shrugged. "We're not related. Touka named our certain group of friends the Otaku clan, because we're a bunch of anime Otaku and because she's Narutarded."

Sakura twitched. "Narutarded?"

"Since the anime is called Naruto, a Naruto fan is a Narutard, which is short for Naruto Retard," Kuroko explained. "Touka and I are probably the biggest Narutards in our whole school. I'm the Otaku clan head and I think she said she's head elder or first counselor or something along those lines." she shrugged. "Her mind works in weird ways."

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'Inner-chan, I've been tryong to walk up this tree for three hours. Can I take a break to work on my Taijutsu?'

Okay, okay, I get the message. Stop bitching.

'Since you can read all my thoughts, of course you think I'm bitchin'! This is HARD!'

Actually, you've done pretty well so far.

'Yep.' Touka started stretching her arms and legs. 'Actually, the way I practice looks pretty stupid... what if someone walks in on me?' she worried.

So henge into someone else, dumbass. Wanna make Ino-pig look stupid?

'Hmm... wait! I have a way for no one to recongnize me!'

"HENGE!" And standing where Touka in Sakra's body used to be was... Touka in Sakura's body, henge'd into Touka (wearing a standard white training gi). "Since I'm not a real person in this anime, I can do stupid things looking like myself with no worries about Inner-chan's social awareness!"

You'd rather be ignorant?

'Ignorance is bliss.' Touka got into a stance and started punching and kicking the air at random.

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It was lunchtime, and Kuroko and Sakura were on the roof.

"Okay..." Kuroko took a deep breath. She pointed at Sakura. "This isn't Tou-chan."

"Her nickname is Tou-chan?" Sakura giggled. (a/n: 'tou-chan' means 'daddy')

Kuroko nodded. "Now, my understanding is that Touka-chan either thinks she's a certain anime character..." she paused. "Or she is one stuck in Touka-chan's body, and Touka-chan is in her body."

"Which anime character?" asked a red-haired boy dryly, clearly disblieving (who wouldn't be?).

Sakura Haruno took a deep breath. "Haruno Sakura form the anime-- are you sure it's named after that idiot?" the second part was directed towards Kuroko.

"Yes, I'm completely sure. It's named after Naruto," Kuroko said tiredly.

Everyone stared at Touka, still not beleiving.

"It's true!" said Sakura. "HENGE!"

There was a puff of smoke, startling everyone, and before them stood Sakura's real face.

"If it weren't for the bastard who switched us, then I'd be back home, looking like this," Sakura said. "With Sasuke-kun instaed of this annoying girl who looks eerily like him."

"There's such thing as chakra in our world?" gasped a girl who looked a little younger than the others, "TEACH ME!" she pleaded.

"Me too!" said a girl who was a little older, but looked a lot like the first girl.

"Woah, woah," said Sakura, "People don't use chakra here?"

Kuroko shrugged. "Apparently." then her eyes got big and shiny. "Can you teach all of us?"

'It's like Sasuke with puppy dog eyes!' Sakura shivered. 'It's so creepy... how can this weird girl look so much like Sasuke?'

"Okay, I'll teach you," Sakura groaned, "But I'm going to need help my self. What is Touka like?"

Kuroko grinned evilly. "Well, for starters, she's a yaoi fangirl..."

Sakura paled. "YAOI?!?"

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Rock Lee had just ran three laps around Konoha for a warmup, and now he was ready to get to kicking that wooden post. Imagine his surprise when he saw a girl with peach-colored hair kicking and punching at nothing.

"What are you DOING?" Lee said, catching the orange-haired girl's attention.

"Shadow boxing," the girl said, continuing to attack... the atmosphere around her. "I kick and punch the air instead of the training pole, making me able to do more. I also dance around without staying grounded and work on combos, making this form of training more of a simulation of a real fight than what you ninjas usually do: hitting a pole over and over again. Not that there's nothign wrong with that. It just kinda confuses me how staying grounded and doing something over and over again will prepare for the mentaility of an actual fight."

"I see," Lee said, "May I try?"

The girl shrugged. "You can," she said, "Or you could just fight me. Shadow boxing is great and all, but actual fighting is the only way to get you better at actual fighting."

"That makes sense," Lee replied, getting into a stance he had leanred at the academy.

"Oh yeah!" the girl said. "Taijutsu only. I'm sick of playing with chakra manipulation for the day so no ninjutsu or genjutsu. No matter how awesome yours may be," she said.

"That suits me just fine," Lee said quickly, not wanting to admit about his... condition. It was embarassing, and he needed to keep up his morale. The gennin exams were next week, after all, and he had every intention of passing them.

"By the way," the girl said cheerfully, "My taijutsu sucks and I've been training all day. Don't expect much from me right now. Or ever." She grinned and flashed him a peace sign.

"We'll see how this goes," Lee said.

The girl dropped into a stance. "Rock Lee, right? I've heard about you."

Lee paled. She knew?

The girl sighed. "I feel bad for you, I must say. Are you a gennin yet?"

"No, but I have exams this week--" Lee gasped. "You're trying to distract me! So you can charge while I'm talking."

"No, I'm waiting for you to make the first move. At the point where I'm learning in this particular fighitng style, I haven't been taught to launch an attack," the girl admitted sheepishly. "I was curious about your current status, is all. I wonder who you're gonna be paired with-- err, wrong word choice-- who you're going to be on a Team with?" She said this as if she already knew who would be on Lee's team.

"I wonder that too. Maybe I'll be on Neji's team! He's my rival," Lee said. "have you heard of him, too?"

"Neji Hyuuga-- err, Hyuuga Neji. Member of the Hyuuga branch house family, hates the main house for supposedly killing off his father, has the bird cage seal. Tall, longish brown hair that, while long and soft, lacks luster and thickness. In short, Lee, you've got better hait than him but need to wear it differently." The girl nodded to herself.

"You notice a lot about hair, don't you?" asked Lee, running at her to attack.

"Well, when your hair's," --she blocked a Lee-oroginated punch-- "As weirdly colored," --she got hit with a kick to the side, but got into a crouch position and attempted to punch Lee in the stomache-- "As mine, you notice these things and decide to compare your hair with others'. I guess it's kind of an obsession."

The girl pushed Lee back, making him lose his balance, then punched him into the ground.

She held her hand out to help him up. "I'm Touka, by the way. Good fight, Lee-kun."

Lee accepted the offered hand and nodded. "Well met, Touka-san. Same time tomorrow?"

Touka shrugged. "Okay. Next time I'll train less hard until you show up. Now, if you'll excuse me, my mom's probably wondering where I am."

She walked away, skipping and singing something that sounded like "Doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy doo."

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"MMMMPH!" Sakura was gagged and tied to a chair, in front of Kuroko's laptop.

Kuroko went to Youtube and looked up 'Naruto Episode 1.'

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Me: Heh heh. That was fun to write.

Sakura: WHY AM I TIED UP?!?

Kuroko: Because I hate your guts, you pink fangirl BITCH!

Sakura: You're a fangirl too! A yaoi fangirl, but a fangirl nontheless!

Me: She has a point there, Kuro-chan.

Inner Sakura: NEXT TIME on 'Dance of the Flower Petals!' A year has passed and Touka has to take the gennin exams! Meanwhile, Kuroko's noticing drastic change sin her favorite anime... and Sakura's gotten used to being an anime character and in someone else's body, but what happen when she sees these changes? One way to find out: Keep reading! Reviews are appreciated too.