Hello! Welcome to my second fan fiction. I am very ashamed to say that my other one is on a hiatus, considering the fact that I got some of my information wrong. I will be honest, I became too lazy to rewrite 3000+ words again once I realized how my story didn't make sense, I am so sorry! Maybe I will work on it someday.

But please read this story, in which I hope to get all my facts right, or at least close to what it should be. It is inspired by many stories in this same fandom, but I hope you will find this one entertaining to read, although there are similar stories out there.

Thank you again!

I sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. I'm sick of everything. Getting into an argument with Naruto about Sasuke wasn't a good idea after all. I thought that asking him to give up on Sasuke would help ease the pressure from that promise we made, but it was too late. He was too committed to his promise, but I should've known that his motivation to bring Sasuke back wasn't fueled by our promise only.

I slowly crawled into bed, wishing I was out of this mess. I want to be somewhere that I don't have to be stressed, but still have fun and challenge myself. But not like this. Not like this.

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the covers engulf me. Despite what I just thought, I had a feeling something exciting was going to happen- the good type of exciting.

I felt something. I am not sure what, but sometime during my slumber I felt not only the warmth of the bed engulf me, but another energy. Not like chakra, but not like the simple chemical energy I get from food.

Then I was slapped with pain. From absolutely nowhere? I don't even know if I was numb to pain already because I knew it hurt, but I didn't scream or cry or really have any reaction to this 'pain'. But oh boy that was pain, but maybe my will to live has demolished to the point that I don't even care anymore.

Before I knew it, the pain left just as suddenly as it came. I opened my eyes, and then closed them upon hearing a gruff voice say:

"It looks like that's one test subject outta the way, but tell me boss, why her? She is just like any normal teenage girl, her hair's just pink." I opened my right eye ever so slightly. A muffled voice was heard over a device, it looked like a little black box with an antenna thing poking out of it.

"Yessir." The gruff man sighed before slowly putting away the black box and began walking away.

Before I knew it, I felt like I began to shrink, as if knives were carving against my bones—shaving them. It was agonizing. My skin felt like it was melting, and my organs were disappearing with it. My heart pounded, and I didn't even realized that I had closed my eyes. But one realization struck me. I felt the pain. Does this mean that I have the will to live? Or does it simply mean that I am capable of reacting to the pain? Am I not numb anymore?

Then my world went black.

Then, it was a miracle. I was conscious for a while, but I was unable to do anything or use any of my senses. But finally I managed to use practically all my energy to open my eyes. This wasn't my world. I sensed no chakra. Nothing. But I did see someone, not an alien or something though, this girl looked human,— enough.

"Oh my gosh! Are you awake?"

"Ran-nee-chan! Of course she is awake, her eyes are open! And she's moving!" A young boy with glasses said matter-of-factly.

"Oh right." The girl turned to me with concerned eyes. "Are you alright? I brought you to my house. We saw you passed out at the park yesterday, and I couldn't let you sleep there all alone."

"I'm fine, where am I? I know I'm in your house, but where is this place?" I said, trying to sound vague, but still hoping for a good answer. Hmm.. odd, my voice sounded high-pitched, and I feel kinda light weight. And for some reason this girl is very large from my perspective. But the kid looks about my size. Wait… am I a kid again? No it couldn't be. I'll keep my thoughts away for now, I'll ponder on it later.

"You are in Tokyo, Japan," The girl said, "But you knew that right? Haha."

I thought for a moment. Not elemental nations for sure. But I am not unhappy, for I was very sick of my life in my old world. Wow, I am coping with this better than I thought.

"What is your name? I am Edogawa Conan, and this is Ran-nee-chan." Conan said.

"My name is…" I was contemplating on giving them my real name, but decided it was not going to really matter anyway probably. Who knows though, maybe it will. "Haruno Sakura."

"That's such a pretty name!" Ran exclaimed. "Where are your parents?"

Oh boy. I needed a back-up story, and fast. Uhh, I know! My parents died because my older brother killed them all! Oh, then they'd look for my brother. Then… I know! My parents died while protecting me from a fox! No, that doesn't sound too believable. Then I'll keep it simple. My parents died because of… suicide. That works I guess.

"My parents...they"- I added a sobbing effect to make it sound more realistic-"are dead." I said. "They… killed themselves." I finished, still sniffing and sobbing. Ran and Conan gasped.

"Really? Aw poor girl." Ran was tearing up at this point too. But calling me girl was a little odd wasn't it? I am a woman, not a mere girl. But then again I don't really know how things work in this world. What if I really was a kid again?

"I don't have any relatives, I'm the last of the family." I said, as if answering their questions before they were stated.

" Really? Oh my gosh! Give me a moment sweetheart?" Ran asked, while Conan looked at me with piercing eyes.

"...sure." I said hesitantly, I don't know if they are trustworthy, but I have no other choice.

I looked down the moment they left. My hands… were tiny. Where was all that muscle I worked so hard for? My muscles! No! I sigh, at least I still have chakra. I can feel it radiating in my body.

After a while, Ran and Conan came back with this man whom looked kinda...unprofessional. But then they offered me to stay with them for a while until they find out what to do about me. I faked tears of joy and it seemed like the family liked me very much. In truth, though, I am really grateful to these people. They are so kind, and they seem very liable.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" In all honesty, the gratitude was quite real. I talked with them for hours, learning that Conan was in a similar situation as mine, or what they thought mine was.

ONE WEEK LATER…

A week has passed. Now I am about to go to school, but not like the one back in Konoha. Apparently, in this world there is no chakra, as suspected, and no one really can admit the same feats as most ninja-even genins. I had been conversing with Conan, and I thought something was up. Conan and Mr. Mouri- as I call him- tend to go to various crime scenes, and conclude the criminal. I've never been on one of these trips, yet, I feel like something is off. Mr. Mouri doesn't seem as great as he sounds. Apparently, he is a very famous detective, but his character isn't like what people describe him as at all. In the news, he is an all-round smart, humble, and cunning man. But from what I have seen of him so far, he seems like a dumb, overly-confident, and goofy guy— which aren't always bad traits.

Anyways, I push the thought to the back of my head, focusing on school again.

"Hey Sakura, just follow Conan okay? He has your class." Ran said

"Alright, Ran nee-chan!" I exclaim happily, but in reality, I am NOT excited at all. I think going through school once was enough, and children were sometimes annoying. But I have no choice, given the fact that I was in a child's body.

"Ne Sakura-chan, how old are you exactly? When is your birthday?" Conan asked.

"I am… 7 years old. My birthday is.." I trailed off, but not long enough raise suspicion, or so I thought. "February 13th."

"Oh! So one day before Valentine's Day!"

"Uh.. yeah! Exactly!" I agreed with him even though I had no clue on what he meant by Valentine's Day. Then his expression suddenly changed, ever so slightly. It became calculating, and definitely more serious. It only lasted a mere second before it returned to its usual demeanor though. Maybe it was all in my paranoid head.

We walk to the school slightly silent until someone decided to tackle Conan.

"CONAN!" A little girl with brown hair and a pink headband jumped onto Conan.

"Ayumi-chan!" Conan exclaimed,

"Eh? Who is this Conan-kun?" The little girl asked, pointing a finger at me. Tsk, haven't they learned that pointing is rude? Oh wait, they probably haven't.

"This is Sakura-chan. She is a new student, and will be in our class from now on," he turned towards me, " Sakura, this is Ayumi-chan."

"Hello Ayumi-chan, nice to meet you!"

"Is that your natural hair color? My mommy would never let me dye my hair!"

I flinched, but answered her question nonetheless, "Yeah." I reply simply.

Conan looked me for a second, and his eyes had that calculating look again. I wonder why? I would have to investigate, but before I do I need to GET THIS STUPID GIRL TO STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR! Sometime when I was thinking, Ayumi had began ruffling my hair.

"Wow! Your hair is so soft! And it's real too!"

"Yeah-um-haha. Please stop touching it?" I tried to ask as nicely as possible, but for some reason it still came off as a little mean in my opinion. If only I could just headlock her as if she was Ino or Naruto.

We walk to school, and we were accompanied by a few of Conan's other friends, whom I already forgot the name of.

Then we went to school and blah blah blah. I've already gone through the painstaking process of enrolling in school enough. When it was time for my introduction, I figured it was best to make it as normal, and least attention worthy as possible. The teacher started,

"Everyone, please welcome our new student,"

"My name is Haruno Sakura. Please take care of me." Simple? Normal? Apparently, nope. Attention worthy? Yes?!

"Wow is that your natural hair color?"

"Yes her eyebrows are pink too!"

"But it is possible to dye your eyebrows right?"

"My parents would never allow me to dye my hair!"

I twitched at the several mentions of my hair. I also found myself uncomfortable with the mention of parents, was it really a good idea to lie? Well, it's not like there was any other options. Internally shrugging, I redraw my attention to the class.

"OH she's cute!"

UGhhhh… get me out of here!