A/N: Yes, I am soo late with this chapter but school is taking most of my time now. So, hope you enjoy~.

-Naruto's POV-

"Sakura, you are alive?!" I yelped when she hit me on the head. Ah, still feels like I was hit by a bull.

"Of course I'm alive, you idiot! Did you really think that something as stupid as a gang fight would take me down?" She said, smirking at me.

"'Course not, Sakura! Doesn't mean I wasn't worried about you. But how did you end up in this prison?" I said.

"Well, it's a long story and I promise to tell you everything but I'd like to rest for a bit first, these guards have some nasty punches." I nodded at her, and we both lied down on our beds.

She smiled at me and turned around so she was facing the wall, and I had a nostalgic feeling creep over me. She still looked the same, pale shoulder-length pink hair and bright green eyes. We were best friends back when my biological parents were still alive. Sakura was the daughter of a famous businessman that had a chain of hospitals under his command. Naturally, he had wanted Sakura to become a doctor too.

When she first told me about her family she said she wouldn't have minded to become a doctor but the thing she loved the most was fighting. The passion and adrenaline rush she felt when she met some gang in her territory, and she just had the feeling she was alive when she traded fists and kicks with them, sometimes hearing a few gun shots here and there too. So, because she was intelligent enough to know that just fighting on the streets wouldn't help her get a stable life, she had decided to open a dojo and teach anyone who wanted to learn how to fight and defend themselves. We had met when I was waiting for my father outside his office. He had a meeting with her father, and when they came he left her with me.

We were sitting in two black chairs right in front of the office. I had been nine years old at that time and she was eight. She had short hair back then too but her eyes were nearly completely covered by her fringe. I still remember her bright red dress with white dots and the way she nervously shifted in her chair, looking at the door every five seconds. At that moment I had decided to try and make casual conversation with her because I was starting to feel awkward with the stretching silence.

Just as I was about to ask her name the door to my father's office was slammed open and Sakura's dad stormed out of there looking really angry. He roughly grabbed her hand and started dragging her to the elevator. Her legs couldn't keep up with his speed so she tripped and fell face-first on the tiled floor, her hand slipping from her father's, making him turn around. He had started shouting at the crying child, making her cry even louder. I had been startled when I heard her cry but after that I had quickly sprinted to her side as fast as I could. I found out she had scraped her knees and tried to help her stand up but my arms weren't strong enough to lift her up. I had desperately looked back towards the office door, seeing my father coming out and looking at us with startled eyes but I could also see a small spark of fury in them. He had walked over to us, crouching and picking Sakura up while whispering soothing words to her. He had called one of the workers to bring her in his office and told me to go there too.

After we went there and the worker disinfected and bandaged the girl's legs he had left us to sit alone on the black couch in front of my father's desk.

"Hey, what is your name?" I had asked. She had jumped in her seat, swinging her head in my direction and that was when I first saw her eyes. I had thought they were really pretty so I told her to wait there, going behind the desk and opening the third drawer, where my things sat at. I had been spending so much time in here that my father had decided to make a drawer full of my things. I had pulled out an orange and white headband, running back to her and tying the white headband in a way that held her fringe up, and then tying the orange one around my forehead. She had looked at me confused before I grinned at her.

"This is gonna be our symbol of friendship! I really like your eyes so don't hide them like that, they look really sparkly and shiny, uh, so..." My blabbering had died down when she started laughing at me. She then seemed to realize what she had done and her face became red.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you like that." She said in a quiet voice, clenching her dress in her hands.

"Nah, don't worry about it! My name is Uzumaki Naruto by the way, what's yours?"

"H-haruno Sakura"

"So, Sakura-chan do you wanna be best friends? I already gave you our symbol of friendship so, say yes, please?" I pleaded, making my best puppy dog face, which made her laugh again.

"O-okay, I'd love to be your friend!" She said in a happy voice. We had talked for all sorts of things after that, before our fathers had come back. Her father had apologized to her and to us before picking her up and saying goodbye. My father had promised we would see each other again but I never thought the next time would be in a street fight.

I was sixteen at that time and I had started getting into more and more fights after hitting that age. One day while I was going back from school I had walked through a back alley and, just like in a movie, there was a group of thugs waiting at the end but they had already surrounded someone. I couldn't see the other person, before I heard a weird cracking noise and one of the thugs came crashing into one of the dumpsters. Then the person jabbed another one of the thugs that was behind them and when he started to fall over to clench his stomach in pain the person grabbed his left arm with their own and swung him over them, making the thug fall, his head hitting the ground hard and rendering him unconscious. There was one more left and the poor sap brought out a knife, charging blindly with it towards the person. But they started to run straight into the thug, and at the last moment ducked and uppercutted him. As the thug fell, I was finally able to see that the person was a girl, because until now she was in the shadow of the alleyway, and my eyes widened when I saw familiar pink locks and green eyes looking just as shocked as mine.

"Hey, you're Sakura-chan aren't you?"

"Naruto?! Oh my god, it really is you!" She had shouted grinning and hugging me. We started meeting each other after that a lot, our childish promise to be best friends coming true. Everything was going smoothly until graduation came and we had to choose the college we wanted to go to. Sakura wanted to open her dojo and start teaching there but her father was absolutely against that idea. He wanted Sakura to become a doctor and save lives, not "teach how to take them away" as he so kindly put it. Sakura's mother had died after giving birth to her, so she didn't have anyone else to rely on but herself. I had offered to explain to her father how important the dojo was to her but she said she wanted to do this on her own.

It had happened suddenly, really. They were getting back home when a car nearly crashed into them. Her father had somehow managed to stop before making contact, thus saving them from any fatal injuries but he didn't know that that car had blocked their path on purpose. When he went out to see if the other driver was okay, he told his daughter to stay in the car and call an ambulance if there was someone injured. But when he opened the door he was greeted by a gun. She had heard the shot and watched him stagger backwards, coughing out blood on his grey suit. His nearly lifeless eyes had turned towards her and he had whispered:

"Run." And she had hit the gas pedal, driving with shaking hands and tears in the corner of her eyes. That was how she had come to my door. I had still been living with my parents and we had managed to calm her down enough so she could tell us her story. After that the funeral had come and I had been holding her hand the whole time through it.

Two years after that she was holding my hand as I cried on my father's grave. At that time she had stopped fighting, too busy mourning her father, but after that she went back to the streets. She was starting to get recognized as a criminal, getting into fights with gangs all the time. Three months had passed when I was putting another flower on my mother's grave but this time there was no one holding my hand. She had disappeared and after that I had heard she was killed while fighting with some gang. I didn't want to believe it and I'm glad I didn't because she was back now and that was all I was asking for. I had needed my best friend, I will admit that. After being put into a foster family, having that incident and being thrown into prison I was glad I finally had someone I could talk to again.

My thoughts were cut off when I heard the other bed creek and saw Sakura getting up and sitting on her bed, her back against the wall.

"You're awake already? Weren't you sleepy?" I asked, confused.

"I was. I've been sleeping for an hour or so, I think. That's how I feel it, at least." I was surprised at that. Had I been lost in thought that long? Guess the nostalgia was a little bit too much for me. I chuckled before copying her position.

"So, can you tell me how you got here?" I asked while making myself comfortable. This seemed like it was going to be a long story.

"You remember that story that I was killed in a gang fight, right?" I nodded. "Yeah, so I didn't die there as you can see, but I was badly injured. I already had a reputation with all the fighting, so, after this big fight the police found me and saw I had killed two of the gang members. After getting healed up in the hospital I was thrown into a prison on some high mountain not too far away from here. After a few people fought me there they decided to move me. Well, I was actually supposed to be transported to another prison but while I was being transported to the other prison someone had decided to try to escape.

There was an explosion and our truck almost rolled out of the road. We were high up in the mountain, where my first prison was at, so it would have been bad if the truck fell, we would have been splattered on the ground. Luckily, the driver somehow managed to hold the bus in place but the guy who wanted to escape already had his buddies from outside help him out. They broke the door to the truck and pulled him out. They wanted to light the vehicle on fire, so we wouldn't be able to tell anyone about their escape. I decided to move then, because I wasn't planning on dying there.

I got up and rammed straight into one of the men. I snatched the keys he had used to free his friend and unlocked my shackles, don't ask me how, I don't know myself. Then I grabbed the man and held him in front of me as a human shield of sorts. He had a gun strapped to his belt and I got it, pointing it to his head. But the other guys didn't really care about their friend, and started shooting at me. I managed to nail one of them in the head and I had two more left, not counting my dead shield. I had slowly walked to the other side of the road and hid behind a tree there. We had a shooting competition and I killed another one, shooting him in the chest but he had managed to shoot my left bicep. The men had brought fuel with them and they had left it near the bus. Actually, the reason I was still alive was because I had been in the back of the truck. They had killed the driver and had started shooting all of the other people one by one, when they decided the fuel would take too long. So I lied on the ground and aimed for the fuel tank, and managed to hit it.

The explosion startled the last man but didn't kill him. He was distracted and that was all that I needed, before I pulled the trigger and killed him. Sadly, after that the police came and they decided to move me here, or I could have escaped. The good part is that I got to meet you again." She said, finishing her story. I was surprised she had managed to survive everything, but really happy about it too. Just then I had noticed the white cloth keeping her fringe up and my eyes widened. No way. It couldn't be, could it?

"Hey, Sakura-chan, is that the white headband I gave you?" I asked. She seemed surprised before grinning at me.

"Yeah, it is. It's really worn out now but I just couldn't get rid of it. It kind of reminded me you were still out there." She said. I got up and lifted my shirt, untying the cloth around my stomach. Her eyes widened and she laughed.

"Guess I wasn't the only one, huh?" She jokingly asked.

"Yeah, you weren't. Kept it for the same reason you did, because I refused to believe you had died in that fight. So, my name is Uzumaki Naruto, do you wanna be best friends?" I asked while holding the orange headband in my palm, clenching it into a fist and extending it towards her.

"My name is Haruno Sakura, and yeah, I'd love to be your friend." She said, copying my actions and bumping her fist with mine.

We both smiled.

A/N: I should probably be sleeping instead of writing this but oh well... Anyways, this was some info on Naruto and Sakura's history together but don't worry, I shall be revealing even more in the near future. Cya in the next chapther and R&R~