Author's Note: After returning (and re-reading) I realize that a LOT of editing needs to be done on all of the previous chapters.

Happily, re-writing them should be fun and It'll be nice to actually remember what was happening in the story...

Anyway...They should be fully updated by the end of the week.

Five-year-old Sasuke stared at his brand new friend. He'd never had a friend before and this one was perfect! She was his own creation! She was cute and sweet and he just loved everything about the short, pink haired girl that stood in front of him. He even loved her big forehead, which, in his opinion, only made the little girl look even more adorable.

Not that he would tell anyone else about the green-eyed 5 year old standing before him clad in a short, red sundress. They would think he was crazy! An Uchiha, of all people, having an imaginary friend? It was insane! Even Sasuke would have thought so.

But, that was before. Before he had seen all those other kids. He'd seen it before, of course. They were always at that playground playing, and talking, and having so much fun. But that day…Sasuke had felt something strange in the pit of his stomach as he walked home, holding his elder brother's hand. He had felt…jealous? It must have been jealousy because for once he had wanted what they had...he had wanted a normal childhood.

Sasuke had never had a true friend, after all. Once, when he was five, a boy had walked up to him at the park. Sasuke had just been watching Itachi train, minding his own business, when the child had appeared before him, offering to share his plastic kunai with the young Uchiha.

But really, he had only wanted to go over to Sasuke's house. Just to say that he had been in the Uchiha district. The boy had just been using him. And Sasuke learned to trust no one but his brother.

His best friend...

Until now. Now he had the girl. This perfect girl who he had created all on his own. Someone to be his and no one else's. She would be loyal and kind and everything he ever needed. She would only ever want to talk to him! And she would only ever play with him! Sasuke's childish selfishness began to grow. Soon he was grinning, ear to ear, imagining all of the other children, jealous over the girl who stood in front of him, returning his less than innocent smile.

"Sasuke-sama," the pink-haired girl began. "My name is Sakura, and I am five years old. I hope we can be best friends."

Amazingly, Sasuke's already huge grin grew. "We will be," he answered her. And he knew it was true. He would never feel alone again with this girl by his side. Even when Itachi was gone and his father didn't have time for him, this girl would be here. Smiling kindly and giving him all of her precious attention.

"Now then," he said. "It's time for dinner. And make sure to be quiet. My family can never know you're here."