I shouldn't be writing this. I still have all my other stories to work on. AND HERE"S a new story. I suck at updating. IM SOOOOOO SOWWY!

I took another drink from the line of 'em on the bar in front of me. All these drinks weren't bought by me, but I didn't steal them. I had thirty-two full bottles of sake stacked in a line like dominos sitting on the green and black granite bar in front of me as I sat on the red plastic on metal stool.

I had gotten these from arm wrestling just about every man in this bar. Yep. I was just that fuckin' good. I barely used any chakra, and these guys were tough looking! Ha, guess that does mean looks are deceiving. Those bastards thought they could win a kiss from me if they won, so I made extra sure they went through the table. Not only did they have to pay for the table, but they also had to buy me a bottle of some good old sake. Smirking slightly at the thought of the fools who let me challenge them and accepted, I finished another bottle of sake. Reaching over to grab another bottle, pain shocked through my neck and I let go of the bottle and brought my hand to cover the tattoo like mark that was made on my neck.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself. My pink hair fell in front of my face as I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, willing the pain to go away.

Once it left I let out a gasp of relief. I remembered how I got the damned mark.

Orochimaru.

The shit head bit my neck one night when I was out training. I was innocently punching the ground when I heard something in the bushes. Before I knew it, his weird incredibly long neck stretched over and bit me.

HE FUCKIN' BIT ME!

Yeah. So, I sorta became a coward and went rushing to Tsunade. This would be a good time for a flash back.

*Two days earlier*

"Tsunade-shishou! I have urgent news." I yelled as I ran into the Hokage's office. The fifth Hokage sat down at her desk and looked over to me, nodding and telling me to explain.

"I was out training and Orochimaru bit me. I think it might be the curse mark, but I cannot see it." I told her. I watched as her eyes widened and she stood up, slamming her hands on the desk.

"WHAT!" She yelled. Two years ago, I would've flinched. But I was a different person, after all, Tsunade had trained me and still was.

"You. YOU! Get out of here. Get out of here right now! Leave Konoha. I don't care where you go, but you are not accepted into this village anymore!" I could only stare in shock, barely able to spit out a "W-What?".

"I should've known you were a spy of his! Figures that on a whim you would want me to be your mentor, teach you everything! I'm giving you a chance to run because you're like a daughter to me, so go. Pack your things and leave. From now on you are a criminal. I should've known you were a spy for Orochimaru! LEAVE!"

"Ts-Tsunade-shishou, I'm not a spy-" I tried to explain, but she wouldn't listen. She was serious! SHE THOUGH I WAS A SPY FOR THE MAN THAT STOLE MY CRUSH AND WAS PROBABLY RAPING HIM AS WE SPEAK!

With tears in my eyes, I ran. I didn't bother to pack anything. I had my bag packed from my last mission which was a simple escort and I took it to training. I pumped as much chakra to my feet as I could and ran out of the gates, the guards sleeping.

I ran into the night. Everything was confusing. Tsunade was so quick not to trust me. One little bite and my life is ruined.

*End of flashback*

'Guess she never had much faith in me.' I thought bitterly, downing another drink, taking pleasure in the spiky feel of the alcohol running down my throat.

'None of those tards did! They all would've given you away for a broken penny. They don't deserve you!' My inner tried to comfort me. Ah yes. I forgot to introduce myself.

I am the cursed Haruno Sakura. Pink hair that goes down about an inch past my shoulders and bright green eyes, not to mention pale skin. Oh, and I'm now a criminal. I scratched my lead headband just this morning. Felt damn good too! I'm not too sad about leaving, though it doesn't feel good to know my own mother like figure didn't trust me and though I was spy. Maybe it's because I'm a little tipsy.

I finished my third bottle and started on my fourth, downing it within seconds. I looked around the bar. No familiar faces. Not that I was expecting an- wait. I think I see one. Five guys. One with black hair, one with blue skin and blue hair (how unusually odd.), another with silver hair and -get this- PINK EYES! Bahahahahah! Whahakakcha! 'You're the weirdo with pink hair.' Ignoring my inner's comment, I continued to look at the guys. The fourth looked a lot like my friend and old rival Yamanaka Ino. The last had a mask on that covered his whole face.

The black haired one looked over at me.

I saw sharingan.