A/N: As I hate Naruto, I love Sakura. She's just so fun to write, because... I actually don't know. eh.

She is… sitting? In what? Where is she?

Her eyes are open, she realizes. She's looking at a school desk. Did she fall asleep in school without her noticing? No, it's the weekend. She has no school (she thinks).

Looking up, she's greeted with the sight of a classroom, but oddly enough, it isn't her classroom. Her classroom is… what does her classroom look like again? She can't remember (Is this odd? Should it be? Why can't she remember anything?).

That brings her back to the original question: where is she?

And that brings her back to the original answer: A classroom. Now that she looks closer, it looks… familiar, almost.

Mostly just panic-inducing, but vaguely familiar.

A headache is beginning to form in the back of her head, but it's not big enough to be a major concern as of now.

Why is she here? Why can't she remember? Where is she? Who is she? So many questions.

Her questioning stops when she spots a strand of pink hair drifting into her vision.

Why do I have pink hair…?

And then the questioning starts up again and is even more panicked. Did someone dye her hair while she was asleep? Or had she always had pink hair? Was she kidnapped? No, because then she would be tied up. Did she sleep-go-to-a-barber and get her hair dyed? No, that's just crazy. What is happening?

Her headache, which has been slowly growing from 'minor headache' to 'probably a migraine' pulses beneath her eyes in a steady rhythm and she feels the urge to bang her head against the very convenient desk. Maybe it will knock her out and she'll be back in the real world because this is very dream-like.

She bangs her head against the desk before she can decide not to, and knocks herself out with the force of the blow.

When she wakes again, she finally has memories. It's not a lot, but she knows that she died in a plane crash, was an absolutely tiny 14-year-old, and her favorite food was Olive Garden (but for the life of her, she can't remember her own name). And that's not all! Her brain, for some unimaginable reason, has decided that the most important thing was a piece of fiction that she may have watched, like, once.

Sadly, her headache has the power of a thousand suns and she's pretty sure she has a concussion, so the memories came with a price. A very painful price.

You know, sleeping sounds good. And then her hair occupied her vision for the second time and she remembered, hey, didn't one of the main characters have pink hair? And that's why the classroom looked familiar! And wait, why was she there?

Once her ability to panic came back, she panicked, because she's fairly certain that she's Sakura. An amnesiac Sakura.

Crap.

Iruka comes in and the bell rings about 2 minutes after she got her breathing under control, and now that she thinks about it, what business did Sakura have being here so early?

As the kids start filtering into class, Sakura waits, and waits, and waits for her possible-future-teammates to show up, but they never do. Neither of them.

Oh no. Did I accidentally kill them just by existing? Did I make an AU that killed them before they could save the world? Am I going to have to do it myself?

She's panicking again, because she can't save the world! Hell, Naruto Sakura didn't even save the world herself, and she was a badass! How is she going to do anything? What will she do? Is she going to die before she reaches the age of 15 again?

Her mind runs around, sounding a lot like this for the majority of class, only giving herself a break when they have a laughingly easy pop-quiz. After the pop-quiz though, she's back with her thoughts. Her thoughts, instead of focusing on how things are going to change because Sasuke and Naruto are probably dead, focus on how they're going to change for the even-worse, because she doesn't know how to fight! Like, at all. Well, she's pretty sure that she danced in her past-life (don't call her out on it, she's not entirely sure), so she has a mean kick and pretty good balance.

Real question is: Can she use that to fight people who have gone through training for all of their life?

No. No she can't.

…

Wait a second.

How is she going to use chakra?

Double crap.

Needless to say, when they get an hour-long study-break in between classes, she gets a book about chakra and hunkers down in a particularly nice looking corner and tries to learn all that she can about it.

When she tries to use chakra for the first time during the last 15 minutes of the study-session after speed-reading 3 small novels about chakra (eidetic memory is really useful during times like these), it's… surprisingly easy. She tears off a piece of paper from one of the many books and tries to stick it to her forehead, and she gets it the first try. Maybe it's like muscle memory, but for chakra? Yeah, probably (she can't be that good at chakra control, though… It does feel a bit easier to control than it should. It feels like holding sand, while she's read that it's supposed to feel like holding water. Not fun. But it feels fun? For her. What if having a second life affected her, because she has vague memories of not having it at all? How could she use this- no, not the time)

She takes a book on the Henge and speed-reads that even faster (5 minutes, she's still not sure she actually got most of the context but… whatever).

She needs to imagine herself as whatever she wants to be; the better the image, the stronger and more detailed it is. And if she pours more chakra into it, it would last longer. The faster you could conjure the image and work out the details, the faster you could henge. You have to shape your chakra into the shape that you want it to and layer it upon the user. Technically, you could Henge another person into you, or someone that you know, without them ever knowing.

Well, I guess I'm lucky that I had a very active imagination before I died.

Sakura (it's not like she has any better name) sends the book an apologetic look and tries to Henge it into Kakashi's infamous Icha-Icha (no way is she trying to do that on herself until she has the details worked out). She watches as her chakra reaches out and covers the book in a gentle-minty glow and gets to work trying to mold it into a perfect replica of Icha-Icha, and all of a sudden, when she's done working out the details, it poofs into smoke and the book that she wanted is there.

Sakura regards it with curiosity, and picks it up for inspection to make sure that she didn't damage the book (She's only known the librarian for an hour, but Sakura already knows that she'll be dead by the time the minute was over if she turned the library book into Icha-Icha). Opening the pages, she reads the first few sentences of a random page and nearly throws the book away from her to stop whatever it is that's going on with that book. After a few minutes to calm down she opens the book again, and what stares back at her…

Well, it's what she would expect of Icha-Icha, something that she has never read. Ever.

What. Is. Happening.

And that, she decided, is enough for today.

When she gets back to class, she's numb. Naruto and Sasuke are gone and it's all her fault and everyone's going to die, and she knows what to do but she's too cowardly to do it- And this is why she decided to be numb, because if she's anything else, she panics.

And then someone kicks the door down and Sakura feels like everything might be okay again, because that's Naruto! The overwhelming relief that she feels at the sight of him nearly drowns out the panic, and guess what? Sasuke was just sick! The world might stand a chance after all!

(Her mind isn't very convinced that everything is fine, it's still convinced that Naruto and Sasuke are dead and that the boy that just charged in was an imposter. Sakura tries to ignore it.)

She's emotionally exhausted and confused, wondering why she even cared. She'll get to live for another 3, maybe 4 years, and that's a lot. Why was she so distressed?

A/N: Ok, see u saturday