She couldn't help but sigh loudly when she was closing the shop for the night. It was around 4 or 5 in the morning before she finally was able to close the bar. Tucking a lock of her light pink hair behind her ear, she turned towards her car and took long graceful steps. Sighing again and looking up at the sky to see the sun almost ready to rise. The sky was painted with pinks and purples, with a slight hint of orange as the stars started to fade.

Getting into her light purple mustang she drove towards her house, looking at the sky wondering if she'll beat the sunrise this time. On most nights she wasn't able to head home from the bar until well into the morning and was pleased with herself when she could get away earlier. After pulling into her drive way she dragged herself to her front door, pulled out the key and quickly unlocked the door. The pink haired women lived in the better part of town, but it was still dangerous to be out late at night.

Little did she know that after she had stepped into her house, locked the door and went up to bed, that there were a pair of lazy brown eyes watching her. He had grown an obsession with her, knew almost everything about her, tricking himself into loving her, he only hoped she could be tricked also.

He sighed, closed his eyes only to slowly open them again when his cell phone started ringing softly. Playing a favorite song of Sakura's. Flipping open the cell phone that was playing 'break me down' by red he answered it quietly.

"what do you want." barking into the phone, even quietly his voice was cold and angry, yet still able to be emotionless. A quiet scuffing came from the other side of the phone.

"watching her again..?" the scratchy voice asked, brown eyes closed slightly, twitching angrily from just hearing the grin in the others voice.

"What. Do. You. Want?" pronouncing every word to get his point across, his voice raising slightly. He didn't take his eyes off the pink haired 'beauty' as she continued her normal routine of getting ready for bed.

Singing to herself she danced around her room singing along to a song that played from the speakers. Her ipod was plugged in playing 'paperback writer' by the Beatles. The old style music played softly out of her cracked window into the streets where he stood.

"okay okay… I'm just calling you to be on the look out… their in town." the caller said, a eyebrow raised over a brown eye, who scuffed slightly.

"their? Their here?" hearing the suspicion in his voice the one on the other end laughed a throaty laugh before calming down.

"don't act to excited.. But be careful.. Their still dangerous" the voice warned before hanging up, not even a good bye was given from either of them.

Turning to look back at the house where his obsession lived, he walked away from the house after knowing she was truly asleep. Never sticking around after she was asleep.

'tomorrow my love… I'll finally meet you…' he thought walking down the streets, on the side walk where he stopped to glace back at her townhouse. Smiling, which really looked like a smirk, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black trench coat before turning back and walking down the road.

Nearly 4 blocks away sat his car, it was a beauty in it's self. The shiny blood red Camaro sat next to the curb, where it sits every night and well into the morning. Getting into the car, and turning it on, it purred as it came to life. A pale hand came out of a long black sleeve and patted the dashboard, as if it was a loyal dog who came when the owner called. Everyone in the town homes thought the owner was someone who lived here, but worked 2 or 3 jobs to stay, a hard working class people lived here, they stayed out of each others businesses.

A small smirk stretched across his face as he thought about all the ways he could trick her. Make such a independent women melt in his hands like putty, a puppet as he pulled the strings.

'yes… she could be my new puppet…' smirk again, then it grew into a twisted smile. 'oh yes… she'll love me..'

Opening her eyes she saw pink and afternoon light spreading across the ceiling. Brushing the pink hair out of her eyes so she could simply stare at the ceiling in utter boredom. Looking at the clock on her bedside table, she had until 10pm before she had to go to the "family" owned bar, and open up for the night.

Laying on her back as she stared at the ceiling, her hand came up to a chain around her neck and she pulled it out of her shirt. There was a small lighter in the shape of cylinder, also on the chain was a square shaped locket that had a picture of her family. Sakura smiled at the memory, it was taken on one of their many "family business" trips. The young pink haired girl was standing there in-between her mother and her father, eating a strawberry flavored ice-cream. It was messy and her face was covered in the sticky sweetness, the wind had blown her hair into the stuff on her face. But she didn't care. They were happy even if the trip was for business.

Her father had a small smile that was hidden by a large mustache on his face, he had kind blue eyes but they were also cold. That's why he was good at what he did, you would think he was a good family-man, a kind hearted man, but you could be as far from the truth. He had a full head of black hair that was being blown by the beach's wind. But he didn't care. He loved his family though, made sure they were always safe.

Sakura's mother was a soft women, took in lost pets and made sure they were safe. Her mother had pink hair also, but it was a softer, duller color, it was mid-back length when Sakura's her selves was only down to her shoulders then. She had green eyes that could see right through you, growing up it was impossible for sakura to get away with lying, because her mother could tell when she was, as well as her father. The family lie-detector they said. In the photo her hair was blowing away from the family and into her eyes, but she didn't care. They were happy.

Closing the locket she moved her hand over to the lighter and flipped it open, making a small orange flame come out. It flickered this way and that, due to the cracked window blowing in fresh air.

Close.

Flick.

Light.

She did this several times before opening it one last time. It needed to be refilled, not much of a smoker she only carried it with her because it belonged to her great-great-great grandfather. It was passed down along with the family 'bar'. It was meant for the son of the family, but being an only child she had been given it.

Dragging her overly tired body out of the warm comfy bed, she forced herself into a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple black dress shirt with a green tank top underneath it. Walking down the stair case to the study she opened a small drawer and pulled a small bottle out. Her pale fingers opened the other side of the lighter where the lighter fluid goes in, she poured the fluid into the lighter before closing the bottle, and lighter.

Flicking it open the flame caught light with a renewed passion for life. Standing there leaning against the door frame she watched the flame with a mild interest filled smile. Glancing at the clock above the desk it read 7pm, just enough time to grab something to eat, and relax for a few hours.

Closing the lighter she put it back down her shirt and headed into the kitchen, it was always stocked full of food, from the maids that came to clean her house every other day. Not being the messy child she use to be she doesn't interact with the 'help' as her father use to put it as much as she use to. Smiling a full smile she opened a box of chocolate cereal and pouring it into a bowl. She ate slowly savoring the taste of the man-made food that was totally and completely unhealthy for a women of 22, but she didn't care. With a small smile she realized that there were a lot of things in her life that nobody cared about.

Finishing the bowl of chocolate death she placed the dirty dish in the sink for the maids to clean, it was part of their job after all. Drinking a cup of black coffee, it woke her up, feeling much better like the flame had after the refill she placed that dirty dish down too. Turning on her heel she headed towards the door with a small spring in her step, she was leaving early because she remembered their was an important meeting that needed to be taken care of.

Walking to her car she grabbed her keys, locked the front door before heading towards her one and only true love. Her 1976 mustang, it had a custom paint job of a light purple color with black racing stripes over the hood, the roof of the car, and the back. It was beautiful, it was her 17th birthday present from her father. The last birthday the family as a whole celebrated. Letting her fingers glide over the edge of the car before sliding to the door handle and opening it.

'so full of memories…' she thought to herself sadly, she missed her family greatly, even if the family business was a surprise when she heard what it truly was. One of the most feared gangs in the world. And she became the leader of it, the day her father died, the day after her 17th birthday. Placing her bag in the passenger seat she started the car after getting settled into the soft leather seats. The car that she had named "Caden" purred with the need to go fast, so fast it could make someone eyes water. Caden pulled out of her driveway quickly, turning on the main road and driving very quickly out of the neighborhood. Down the 45 mile an hour streets she was going close to 60 on those roads, never having a speeding ticket due to her whole life being raised to spot a cop 2 miles away.

Pulling onto the highway she drove up the entrance ramp and accelerating up to 75 and merging into the right lane before the car she pulled into even saw her. The 'bar' was about 10 miles down the highway from her house, close enough to get there quickly, far enough away that she was safe living at her house. Only one person knew where she lived, that she knew of, was her second in command, Tsunade, who was old enough to be her grandmother.

Pulling into the parking lot and parking in the back, she locked her car and headed towards the back door of the bar. Her long graceful steps held purpose, strength, she was raised to be in this kind of power, so she made sure she looked like she did. Once inside Tsunade was waiting by the meeting room, with a glass of sake in her hand, she glanced up at the young leader and smiled softly. Her red manicured nails taping the glass.

"they came early." the blonde said looking at sakura who spun a ring around her middle finger.

"shit…" the pink haired female breathed. She took a deep breath before walking with purpose into the room, barley hesitating when she entered. Her bright green eyes scanned the room quickly, her brain seeing familiar faces, each person in command of a certain area of the gang.

Tsunade came in quietly after sakura, everyone stood when she entered and sat after she was seated herself. Tsunade's assistant Shizune stood behind her seat scribbling on a piece of paper.

"reports.." sakura stated looking at everyone at the table. The first to speak was a red head who was in charge of communicating with the leader of his gang, which his sister ran. "the drug trading between Konoha gang, and my gang, Suna's. The both gangs put together the drugs have been moving farther south, into South America, and east into Europe, across the European countries and into those past." his aquamarine colored eyes glancing at a folder of paper then glancing back up to sakura. As if asking with his eyes if his report is good enough. She nodded her head softly, deep in thought.

"if we can get Sasuke's gang…" she started glancing at a dark haired young man who was the messenger between the 'Sound gang' and the Konoha. He looked back at her, waiting for her to continue. "if we can come to a agreement, maybe we can stretch our drug reaches into Asia, and Africa.. But we need you're gangs human trafficking contacts." he closed his eyes before opening them and mumbling a 'I'll see what I can do'

She looked back at the red-head. "Gaara.. Do you think that would work? Using his gangs human trafficking as a way to stretch our reaches? Infecting the countries with drugs?" Sakura asked tilting her head to the side with a curl smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "maybe." he said, glancing at the brown haired girl who stood behind him taking notes. His assistant was writing down what they had just discussed. Everyone's in-fact were doing the same things.

Each person at the table besides Sakura had one, she didn't need one. She technically had 2. Looking towards Sasuke, who was staring at her with his coal black eyes made her twitch slightly in annoyance. No-one was suppose to look at her unless she was speaking to that person.

The sound gang handled the human trafficking when Suna handled drugs. The other 2 gangs present handled things along the lines of arm's dealings and car's that could handle getting shot at and not a single mark get left, along with fake money and other small things.

"you." she said standing, pointing at a blonde haired male with whiskers on his face. He gulped.

"yes… sakura-sama?.." he asked slightly scared. He looked at her hands instead of in her eyes, her bright green one's scared him to no end, he didn't even care she didn't remember his name.

"your name. and which gang your from. I cant care enough to remember." she said, her voice cold. He glanced in her eyes, just as cold as steel. Looking back at her purple nails and white gold rings with diamonds he saw. "Naruto… and my gang's name is… uh…" he gulped nervously.

"I'm waiting…" she said. He looked into her eyes again before glancing down.

"I'm.. from a small gang.. It's called.. Uh.. Koha.. it's a branch of your's…" the blonde said not looking up. He heard a small 'hn' of agreement, before he even dared look up. He saw she wasn't looking at her anymore, and was glaring at the blonde girl next to him. They both had blue eyes, and blonde hair. But they weren't anything alike.

"your report.." sakura demanded looking at the girl who met her eyes with defiance. They went to school together, their fathers hoping the girls could make their gangs become more one, with a friendship, but it back fired. This girl hated sakura, and sakura hated this girl.

"well.. Sakura-sama" she began, she sneered the sama part before glancing at sakura's rings. "we have been increasing our income. Small gangs enjoy killing each other more then making money.. don't they? Our shipments are getting larger and larger, everything is going well.." the blonde said bitterly. Everyone looked at her with mild interest, everyone having the same thoughts 'doesn't she know… they last person to treated sakura-sama that way.. Drowned? With cement block feet…' Naruto gulped nervously again while glancing at the pink haired women who was now standing again. The guards around the room held their guns tighter, waiting to shot the girl who disrespected their leader. Everyone feared her, because she use to burn her enemy's, before she came into power.

The pyro leader smiled slightly.

"respect the leader. Ino." someone whispered softly to her, she flipped her assistant off, who whispered to her. "what's wrong billboard brow? Jealous I'm still the prettiest?" Ino sneered, everyone at the table gasped slightly, just waiting for someone to shoot the girl who insulted sakura. Sakura lifted a perfectly manicured hand and slowly walked around the table towards Ino, who stiffened slightly but still glaring at the pink haired female. The childhood insult was the last straw for sakura. Her other hand which was behind her back as she made her way over to Ino held a bottle of lighter fluid, and her long purpose filled steps made her graceful and innocent. She smiled at Ino softly before the hand that didn't hold anything shot out and grabbed Ino by the collar of her shirt, Ino gasp in fear at this point.

Everyone thinking she dissevered it.

"you have tested me for the last time Ino-pig… ready to roast like one?" sakura smirked at Ino's face which was full of fear. The hand that held the lighter fluid shot out, and covered ino's arms and face with it, making sure to soak her long blonde hair in it, before dropping Ino onto the floor. She flipped open a lighter which Tsunade pasted to her on her way over to the girl. The flame grew with the lighter fluid in the air, glowing a hungry orange. The pink haired women dropped the lit lighter onto ino's hair before turning and walking away. The fire quickly ate it, engulfing her arms and face in flame. Not meant to kill her, just meant to scar her. Ino's assistant who looked similar to sasuke, expect his mid-drift was showing and his hair didn't look like a chicken butt. He stepped forward with some water one of sakura's guards had given him dumped the water onto the blonde- well she use to be. She was screaming and sakura strolled back up to her chair, glancing at the others around the table. Naruto looked ready to pee his pants while Gaara and sasuke just looked at sakura with respect and mild interest.

"this meeting is over.. Get her to shut up.." she said looking at the others in the room before taking her long power filled strides out the door. A guard followed her out and closed the door behind after sending a message to the guards in the room. They all stepped forward to 'escort' everyone out of the room, leaving Tsunade and her assistant in the room. Tsunade refilled her glass of sake and drank it in on gulp.

"she's changed.." Shizune said looking at the small burned spot which was still smoking in the carpet. She glanced back to her boss when she did a very un lady like snort. "no she hasn't. she's always been this way. It's in the blood." she said bitterly before taking another huge gulp of the toxic water.

Shizune not understanding what she meant tilted her head to the side slightly.

"what do you mean..?" she asked, hesitantly.

"she was raised to be cold. The only thing I've ever seen her love was her family, and that car of hers." the blonde women said glancing at the dark haired women who had a average face and body.

"her family.. And a car?" she was new.. You could tell. Tsunade snorted again.

"they were killed by ino's father. And sakura's father gave her the car. Only things that she loved." she said softly. She was the one to take one of the only family photo's that sakura had. She went with the family to the beach and took that picture that she knew was put in sakura's locket. It was after all the only real proof her father married and had a child.

"oh.." Shizune said softly, looking at the burned spot again, still able to hear Ino's screaming. She coughed into her hand, stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the elder blonde to her drinking .

read and reveiw. thankx people. first fanfiction i've wanted to post. i might contuine if i get many lovely reviews.