First Story ever! :P No flares please.

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

Chapter One: An Unpleasant Morning

This cannot be happening. It just can't. What's the chances of dying and having your soul put into an anime character? Zero to none, right? Right?!

"Sakura! Breakfast is ready!" A voice called from downstairs, furthermore increasing my panic. I was supposed to be dead! Not here in some sick twisted Naruto world!

And how do I know this?

Easy. I have pink hair, there are ninja's outside, and oh yeah, my name's SAKURA! It doesn't time a rocket scientist to know which anime I've fallen into.

I've read dozens of fanfictions where a Naruto fangirl wakes to find herself in Sakura's body. Then she goes on to screw up the plot and becomes some super god or something.

Well I'm not an obsessive fangirl for Naruto. Why couldn't I have been put in Blue Exorcist instead? Don't get me wrong, I love Naruto as much as the next person, but not enough to live my life pretending to be someone I'm not.

What exactly is the point of dying so you can be brought back again? Seriously, I was expecting golden gates, white clouds, and maybe a slice of paradise, but nooo I got pink hair and a shit ton of problems!

Sure I could always go to the Hokage and tell him I'm not from this world and I know what's going to happen in the future, but I'd rather not spend the rest of my life in the T & I department.

My other choice was to pretend to be Sakura and hope to dear god that I don't screw up the story line.

I covered my face with my hands and groaned.

"What am I going to do?" I whispered.

Why couldn't some other Naruto fangirl be Sakura?

How could I possibly pretend to be Sakura Haruno? I'm not a smart, violent fangirl like her; I'm the type of girl who scores average on her tests, who gets all shy when I talk to guys, and beats people up at my father's kick boxing training hall!

I'm definitely not suited for this.

Falling back on the bed, I groaned loudly. "Why couldn't I be in my own body instead?" At least then I might stand a chance here! I could avoid the main characters and live out my life as a villager!

"Sakura! Are you awake?!" The woman's voice from downstairs called again, whom I believed to be Sakura's mother.

"Yes! Give me a sec!" I answered with a yell, smothering my face with one of the pink pillows. Maybe I'll suffocate...haha...

After a moment of silence, I sat up, running a hand through my tangled hair. "Might as well try I guess..." Nothing could be accomplished if I just sat here like a bum. If I was going to spend the rest of my days with Ibiki, I might as well try to be Sakura.

Stepping passed the life sized mirror in the room, I gasped in shock. "Oh my god!" I gasped, leaning forward. "My forehead's huge!" Lifting my bangs, I set my hand over it. Here I thought Sakura's large forehead was over exaggerated but damn!

It seriously did look like a bill-board!

"No wonder she had self-esteem issues..." I muttered, shaking my head.

'Well so-rry I have such a big forehead!' A voice inside me snapped. I stumbled back, landing on my ass. "W-who said that?!" I glanced hurriedly around the room, expecting there to be another pink haired girl.

'Why the hell am I stuck up here?! Who the hell are you?!' The image of a rather pissed off Sakura flashed through my mind. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were narrowed to a dangerous level. 'And how the hell did you do it?!'

"You're guess is as good as mine!" I snapped back, glaring at myself in my reflection. "I'm supposed to be dead right now!"

'You don't look like it!' She shouted. 'Undue this stupid jutsu and give me back my body!'

"I would if I knew how!"

A knock on the door made me freeze.

Gathering my wits, I jumped to my feet, and opened the door. Standing in front of me was a middle aged woman with short blonde hair, and emerald eyes. "Sakura-honey? Are you okay? I heard yelling." She asked, looking me up and down. "You're gonna be late for the academy if you don't hurry."

Scratching the back of my head, I laughed weakly. "I'm fine m-mom, just having an off day." She gave me a hard stare, before giving a slight nod. "You got five minutes."

"Okay." I closed the door, before sliding down to the ground with a sigh. "Damn that was scary..." I muttered, shaking my head. "You have an intimidating mom."

'I can't believe Kaa-san didn't realize you were a fake!' Inner Sakura ranted. 'Some mother she is! Can't even tell the difference between her own daughter and an imposter!' Ignoring my protest of 'fake', she went on. 'What kind of mother can't recognize her own daughter?! I bet even YOUR mom would notice! This is total crap!'

Hearing her heavy breathing, I sighed. "Done yet?" Not receiving a response, I raised to my feet. "Now where do you keep your clothes?"

'Like I'm going to tell you!'

"Pft, figures." I muttered, glancing around the room. It was a nice sized bedroom, with a queen sized bed, a desk, and a door...which either led to the closet or a bathroom.

Going with the latter, I swung it open.

And was blinded by red.

"Don't you wear anything other than red?" I asked in disbelief, staring at the many red dresses that inhabited the closet. "Couldn't you wear something less...dressy?"

'I enjoy wearing my Qipuo's thank you.' Sakura replied tartly as I dug through the many red fabrics. Coming across a long sleeved red shirt, I held it up. "This isn't so bad."

'Yuck! Dad got me that thing several weeks back. Don't tell me you're considering on wearing it?!'

I stared at the seemingly lovely shirt. It was a button up that had a cute collar and cuffed up sleeves. "I think it looks decent." It was the closest thing that reminded me of the fashion back at my world. Sure it wasn't plaid or anything, but it was cute enough.

'There is no way you're putting that on me!'

"Well I'd love to argue about fashion trends, but I've got to get dressed and head to the academy." I said sarcastically, selecting a pair of black pants that cuffed at the ankles. After grabbing a sports bra -ignoring the banshee that was screaming in my head- I quickly got dressed.

Picking up the brush at the desk, I brushed my hair and tied it back using a red ribbon. My bangs still hung in my face, so I tucked them behind my ears.

I took a look in the mirror and smiled. "Much better."

'You're not going to get away with this.' Sakura declared, as I strolled into the bathroom to use the toilet.

"It's not like I had a choice in this either Sakura." I sighed, washing my hands. "Until we figure out how to fix this, you're gonna have to help me."

'And why in Kami would I do that?' She scoffed.

"Because it's your body. If anyone finds out about this, we might as well called the T & I our new home because that's where we'll be for the rest of our lives." I explained, shutting the door behind me. "Either you help me, or I make your life miserable."

'And how would you do that?' She sounded like she didn't believe me. Smiling cruelly, I answered. "I could always kiss Naruto in front of the entire class."

A gasp echoed through my ears. 'You wouldn't!'

I chuckled sinisterly. "Try me. I could become his boyfriend and go on dates with him and-"

'Okay okay okay! I'll help! But only if you promise not to do that!'

Well that was easier then I expected. Here I thought I'd have to bring Lee into this, but hey, this'll work.

"Good, now what do you normally do in the mornings?" I asked quietly as I walked downstairs, mindful of the voices coming from the kitchen.

The picture of Sakura tapping her lips came to mind. 'Well, normally I'd skip out on breakfast and head to school. We're probably late.'

Alright. All I needed to do was act like I was in a rush. Perfect. Avoid confrontation.

I ended at the stairs in a bolt. As I rushed into the kitchen, a blast of delectable aroma engulfed me, causing me to drool.

"There you are Sakura! I'd thought you'd never come down!" A man laughed, sitting at the table. A plate of scrambled eggs and sausage rested ever so deliciously before him. "You're gonna be late for school if you don't hurry!" He looked at me, before grinning happily. "Why! You're wearing that shirt I bought you!" He had dark pinkish hair that was styled in a shape of a cherry blossom. I inwardly snickered. 'I see where the hair comes from.' Which led to an angry yelling from the voice inside my head.

"Well it serves her right for sleeping in." The woman from earlier replied, as she washed dishes at the sink, not giving me a second glance. "Off to school now or you're going to be late."

"Okay, see ya!" I said, more than happy too. Slipping on blue ninja sandals at the door, I rushed out. Cool air swept passed me as I jogged down the street, enjoying the bright sunshine. "So where's that academy?!"

Author's Note

I wasn't quite sure how to make this chapter. I wanted my OC to freak out and everything, but I felt as though I rushed things. I'm not one for dragging things out so I sorta pushed things along. In Naruto, Sakura started out self-centered and loud, so she'll be acting like a brat for a while.

-Cheerio-chan