Hi! I hope you like my new story! It's taken so long for something to hit me with imagination for fanfics, my personal stories, recently have been occupying my mind, as well as my new hobby… Playing with Yugioh cards! Despite being seventeen I can't help but be trapped by the game! Who says its childish? There are so many rules! I'm determined to pwn at this game though! XD Anyway enojoy my new story with all your little fanfic hearts!

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Chapter 1

~Nine years ago~

The pink haired child held her own against several adults, her will to live blazing she couldn't lose, she had sacrificed so much to get this far. Despite being just seven she knew her place in the world, she knew that no one would go looking for her if she suddenly went missing, with no family and no one to rely on she knew that she had only herself to rely on and no one else. Using height to her advantage she slipped through tem into the busy crowd, delaying them. Getting lost in the crowd she transsferreed herself back into her well known alleyways Green eyes swept the area very aware of her surroundings, as she walked down the street, it was quiet and she didn't like the silence, it meant that a predator was out there, ducking from shadow to shadow hiding her shortly clipped hair under a darkened cloth, she knew what the price was of being known as a girl on the streets, and the last thing she needed to was to end up in one of those perverts shop, at least as a boy she had better chances of not being bothered.

She ran through the shadows, she approached a small niche where only she lived, it had been a long night, she had sustained a severe beating for the small scraps she had gotten, and miraculously she had gotten away, it was how she lived every day, hanging onto life with her very fingertips. For a child she had no delusions about her future, chances were she wouldn't make it that long, she wasn't stupid, she didn't believe that someone would be kind enough to take her in. Unlike all other little girls she didn't think there would be salvation from the poverty she had always lived in. Yet, she didn't stop trying to live. It was instinct, and it was what was keeping her barely alive.

The small child fit through the small sewage ways, every day she took a different path home, knowing that if others found her living place she wouldn't be able to live there anymore, it wasn't hard fitting through cracks, she was small, her ribs poked through her skin, it wasn't a good sign she knew, but she was alive, that was all that mattered. One more day, one more moment, just one more time the child kept telling herself. Like all urchins of the streets she was desperate to live, no matter how grim the outlook was.

Name, long forgotten, as n one used it, and neither did she have much for speech, she was silent, she was a child wandering through life like a ghost looking in to the lives of the happy and well fed. She felt no envy, what use was there to feel that way? It wouldn't make her life anymore easy. Sighing she crawled out and walked through the lighted streets of the busy market, she stiffened feeling the gazes of others upon her. She paused by a store pretending to look at the wares. She had been aware that people would pursue her for her peculiar looks, even if it had just been her eyes. Here in Konoha, there were few who had them. Discreetly she searched the crowd for her pursuers, spotting them, a man in a yakuza shirt with dark glasses a tattoo peeking out from his sleeves, and beside him, another, a follower from their body postures.

She knew the streets better than anyone, and she was determined to use that to her advantage, not only that but this wasn't the first time she had to lose someone, turning away from the shop she dashed, easily weaving through the midnight crowd. She knew that they were in hot pursuit, especially when her kerchief came off. It was the curse of her looks, had she been born with just some black hair and brown eyes, the dirt she was covered in would discourage any hunter, like that ones who followed her now. She took a moment to look back to smash right into someone else, reflexively she shoved as hard as she could to get out of the persons grip. Instinctively she knew that if she didn't get out of there fast she would be taken.

The person grabbed her, with quick reflexes, faster than she was used to, and she looked up panicked at her captor, he wore a black suit with black glasses, "You'll do." He said, before shoving her behind him unceremoniously toward his partner, where she was held onto with a tight but kind grip. She watched with wide eyes, as the man in black took down her two pursuers without a problem. He turned to her; despite his kindness she could help but be wary. He smiled, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you." How many times had she heard that line? She wondered to herself, trying to shrink herself into nothing, "I think you're more afraid then this kid is." Joked his partner, who was comfortingly rubbing his thumb on her shoulder, a gesture of genuine kindness.

"Look if you come with us, we'll bring you to a better world, you won't have to live on the streets anymore, so will you?" He was asking, but she didn't feel the pressure lift from her shoulder, she knew she didn't have much of a choice, worst case scenario she would have to escape as best as she could, nodding they took her away, in a car, the small pink haired child, sat in the fine leather seat, wondering where fate would take her.

Bright green eyes faced down her foe, flashing in determination, "I will only ask you once, please, stay away from Naruto, he doesn't need your trouble." Sun-kissed hands clenched ready to fight, it wasn't even their second day of school and even now Naruto was sought over. Why wouldn't he be? He was the heir to the Uzumaki Corporation, and she as his appointed body guard since their childhood. It had been nine years since her induction into this program to keep Naruto, safe she had met many people who tried to manipulate the kind blonde, and through intimidation or force she always got the trash to leave him the hell alone. Only now it was harder suddenly being thrown into a private school from his usual home schooling, what a time for the corporation to decide that now was the time for Naruto to intimately get to know people. Even going as far to throwing him in a dorm for an all boys school recently reformed to accept girls as well.

"Shut up pretty boy! It's none of your damn business!" Sighing the girl ran her fingers through her shortly cropped pink hair, it always came down to this with the hard headed, with the more reasonable ones, she could say she would pull a couple strings and cause the downfall of their family but she guessed with the sons of the Yakuza, things were different. Widening her stance she was prepared to fight. Judging from their lack of stance they weren't very experienced fighters, a downfall for the Yakuza, they always thought their subordinates would be able to protect them one way or another, either that or they were totally underestimating her.

"Who are you to judge whether it's my business or not?" She told them calmly slipping one hand into the pants pocket of her new and pristine Konoha uniform. As expected they rushed her, easily she downed them, unbalanced and untrained they were only fit enough to be among the lower fighting ranks. Quite sad actually, but she made no comment about that, "Stay away from him or your actions will reported to the Uchiha." With that she left toward the dorms where she had dropped off Naruto before going to this little confrontation. Like before he wouldn't know what had transpired, as far as he knew she was just his childhood guy friend taking a little walk. Like many others he was oblivious to her initial gender, and her purpose for sticking close to him, his father had thought it better to keep him int the dark.

Green eyes looked at the Japanese styled Mansion, the place she would be living for the next couple of years, with her ward. Hopefully the small fry would get lost with what had happened although she knew that what was most likely to happen was, they would attract the attention of the higher ups, although she was sure that nothing could top Naruto's rank among the schools children elites due to their family she knew that people would come down heavily on her. It was expected, a no name student, with merely a long term relation with the Uzumaki heir looked like nothing to those of the rich. Then again it was nothing new; she would just have to be careful. She had always been made fun of, her small physique, her pink hair, green eyes, the looks that could rival that of a woman's, well she was a girl, only the rest of society didn't know that, not that it mattered. She had her orders and that was all she really needed.

Because of orders she was given a home, a place to stay, although she couldn't express her opinions it wasn't that frustrating, at least it was better than when she was on the streets, fending for herself with no one to turn to for support. The pinkette had come to accept her fate as one who serves the Uzumaki family, as far s she was concerned this was the perfect life. She had no complaints needed nothing, it wasn't hard to follow orders as it was, she decided long ago that she mustn't be greedy this was the life given to her and she would gladly accept it. "Sakura-chan! Where did you go?" called the happy blonde, since they had been young he had come into a habit of calling her that girly name, and she had let him even though the one who gave her orders had told her to become, 'Haruno Souji', Sakura was fine she figured it was certainly better fitting than 'Souji'' she guessed.

With her looks people called her Sakura anyway just as Naruto did, so she let them having nothing to complain about. The pinkette opened the door to the dorm room, never had she had to share a room before, she was lucky though that it was Naruto, he was trusting toward friends and would believe her explanations no matter how preposterous it sounded. The great thing about her simple friend was he never pried, never asked where she came from, never questioned her close proximity. Although she had to question his sanity from time to time, she did enjoy his presence much like many did, when they went to socialite parties. "Walk." She told him as she followed him through the halls, today like every day it seemed they had ramen on the menu. There were times when she regretted bringing him to his first ramen shop; the boy couldn't get enough of the soupy noodles.

She surveyed the halls, doing a mental checklist of the residents wary of those who were new. There were times when it was bad being his body guard, stubborn, easy to anger, too sympathetic, and while his fighting process was in many ways prowess and unpredictable, the head still wanted her to fight his fights. She after all was dispensable to them, he was not. Even if she did know a whole lot more than he did, he had the bloodline and that was all that really mattered. She never envied him though, his kindness always kept her from doing so, those eyes that treated her like a brother made him precious to her. "Sakuuuraa chan~~~." called a quickly made friend of Naruto's the heir to the Inuzuka household, she side stepped him allowing him to slam comically into a wall, she had promised to protect Naruto, harming other heirs however, was nowhere in her contract.

"Ow! You're so cruel Sakura chan!" she sighed and walked ahead, surely no one would be blatant enough to approach Naruto in public. She had never really like associating with people, just as she didn't when she was young. It perturbed her that she didn't know what they were thinking, and that insecurity had her on edge. She could feel the stares of many other students while she was sure that it was because of her peculiar looks, she couldn't help but feel shivers down her spine.

Only the end of the first day of school, and she was already given strange letters proclaiming affection for her, and strange looks that made her want to punch the offender. Stopping herself she reminded herself that those looks weren't anything new, many of the older gentry and women of those parties had approached her as well with strange intentions. Turning she looked into a nearby window appraising her looks, if only she hadn't been cursed with her damned pink hair and green eyes, maybe people would leave her the hell alone.

~(Itachi)~

Itachi looked through his thesis statement. Perfection, then again, everything he strove to do was perfect, he wouldn't allow himself to slip even the slightest, going above and beyond the clan expectations, there could be no better game than this. The game of life that was, looking through stocks finding holes in the Uchiha economical defense, grabbing onto them, so that he could take over someday and fully own the Uchiha estate. Expanding under aliases, it made everything so very enjoyable. Least to say it was more enjoyable than those dull parties his family kept dragging him to, if only for the purpose of showing him off. The tittering girls, the high everyone seems to develop when there was wine around.

The stares he gathered, all of it annoyed him to no end. Why couldn't his clan understand that he merely did not like the lime light? The press was a nuisance through and through sticking their noses where they didn't belong. The girls they tried to introduce to him were of no use to him and he considered them much more trouble than they were worth. Always twittering about this and that fashion, their high pitched voices grating on his nerves, courteous he had been to them, but Itachi saw them as worthless, he knew that if he wanted he could out buy their companies in a flash, so why marry them to get it?

Neatly straightening his work stapling it and putting it on the neat pile of completed homework for the next couple weeks, Itachi went over his mental checklist. That's right, mother wanted Sasuke to come over for dinner tonight. Though Itachi really saw no use for it, he was turning twenty, hardly a significant age, and mother thought it would be great for Sasuke to come to dinner before the formal party started. He sighed, lately Sasuke was getting rowdier and rowdier hardly any way for an Uchiha to act, then again that temper reminded Itachi of their father. A shame for Sasuke to pick up some of their fathers ugly habits, he was lucky though in the respect that, he took after mother in the looks department. It somehow balanced him out a bit.

Itachi got up from his chair, might as well pick his brother up in person, he knew that if he didn't do so Sasuke wouldn't bother coming, while Itachi didn't find his birthday all that important, his mother would care, and the last thing Itachi needed was her worrying over Sasuke instead of him…Although he didn't think his birthday was important, the attentions of his mother were, and the easier it was to get her attention the faster he could shove his father out of the loop. It was an ongoing game he and his father did, although his mother knew what they were doing, Father had always encouraged the game, and as long as no one was physically harming the house, she couldn't care less.

Doubting he would pick up his phone, Itachi dialed the number for his brother anyway as he walked to the basement level toward his motorcycle. Though originally mother had not approved of his choice of travel, this was one thing like many things Itachi would not give up on. "Hello? Nii-san?" came the lazy reply. "I'm coming to pick you up." Itachi said hanging up the moment he said that. He knew if given the chance Sasuke would argue, and he didn't need to spend time arguing on the phone.

He pulled up to the school, the very same school he had graduated from just a few years ago, knowing his brother, he was probably hiding in the dojo, you'd think after the many times Itachi had already found him there the boy would find a different place to hide. Hands in his pockets, the stoic Uchiha strode to the dojo, he wasn't surprised when he heard cheering, and girls had a tendency to be loud when trying to attract the attentions, of who they liked, another feature he disliked about women. Small flings wee fine, with well paid escorts, gold diggers however were unneeded. What was surprising was that both men and women were cheering.

Going in to see what was up Itachi snuck up behind the crowd, taking his height to his advantage, more than a little surprised to see both the Uzumaki heir and his brother, duking it out. Both were very into it and although their techniques were raw Itachi could confidently say that the fight was very good. Kata's aside, their spirit and determination made for an interesting fight. Sliding smoothly into the dojo, Itachi stationed himself on a solitary wall. He could wait a few moments. It's not like their dinner was on a set time. He looked through the crowd, surprised to find one calm individual looking over the fight as a mother looked after her wily children. She had pink hair, her green eyes uninterested, her body neatly propped against the wall.

Strange, women usually screamed, then again, women also usually wore skirts, this one however, didn't, in fact she was wearing the guy's uniform for this school. Was that allowed? Itachi severely doubted it. Strange, her appearance rejected the very idea of feminity, it was as if she were trying to be a boy, though her figure and face was too feminine to be of the male stature. Itachi also found it strange that despite being in a river of men, she just calmly looked on a blank and bored expression on her face. When Itachi's brother and the Uzumaki heir parted she was suddenly there, to stop the fight, "Naruto-sama, we have an event to go to tonight, it would no due for you to be so injured." She said with a low and husky voice. She took him by the sleeve and yanked him slightly away turning to Sasuke, "I apologize for the inconvenience Uchiha-sama, Naruto-sama, and you may continue this fight at a later date, as we all do need to attend your brother's ball party. Wouldn't you agree that both of your parents would disapprove of the conditions you arrive in?"

Itachi was surprised to see his brother back down as well as the renowned hot headed Uzumaki heir. Who was this woman he wondered? He could feel respect growing for her, he smirked, interesting. "Sasuke." He said softly even so his voice carried, causing his brother to spin around to face him. The younger Uchiha huffed and talked toward him, of course not before he glanced back at the retreating blonde and pink heads. "Why are you here nii-san?" Ahh, the rebellious teenage age, Sasuke was immersed in his teenage angst, and while Itachi somewhat understood, as he went through a substantially more subtle stage such as that one. "Mother wanted to see you before we were to have my party, do you object to her orders?" the younger Uchiha flinched; they all knew the flair their mother had for dramatics.

In fact Christmas time, when the family gathered in order to get back at Fugaku and his cheating ways, the party became judgment day for his sins, the past and present, and predicted future to come sins. It was actually quite funny to watch, the whole clan got a kick out of it. It also showed that even though Fugaku was clan leader, the person who really ruled was the quiet looking wife who was always stationed beside him. It was a strong reminder along with the merriment that, Mikoto had ways of finding out secrets, any dirt that could be found she knew; in fact she was the main force that hid all of the Uchiha secrets.

She was in control of the Uchiha dynasty, as far as anyone was concerned, and with Fugaku to act as the face she could do whatever she liked in the background. With her at the helm, the Uchiha clan could go nowhere but up. Regardless Itachi admired her, idolized her, the woman who had kept him from becoming a mere puppet of the clan, raising him with his own individual mind, for him there could be no other woman as perfect as her. It made Itachi slightly irked that she had fallen into the hands of the likes of his father. Though Fugaku was his father, Itachi had always felt indifference to him, well not entirely, when Itachi had been only three, his jealousy toward his father overrode his senses. It of course result horribly for the man he called father, although Itachi could still remember the shocked look the elder had when Itachi had cleverly caught him in a trap on his parent's anniversary. Of course in his fathers' place Itachi had entertained his mother for the remainder of the day.

Needless to say when a bloody Fugaku came home with nothing to show for the important day, it had resulted in the older Uchiha sleeping on the couch…for a couple months. Despite the fact that Itachi played all of those tricks on his father, mother always took his side, it seemed the love she had for her children greatly outclassed the love for a mere spouse. Something Itachi rubbed in his father's face every single day. To Itachi, it was always fun to make his father squirm, Itachi liked to poke, and annoy, provoke, just as his mother loved to. "Let's go then." Said his brother, resigned to an evening with what he called 'dysfunctional' family, Sasuke had grown up a bit more normally, so Itachi didn't blame him if he didn't understand the twisted…ways of their family.

In fact, Itachi liked the way his little brother turned out, strong willed, true his temper was a bit too…quick to judge. Sasuke would be a good cooperate head. While Itachi would control from the shadows, Sasuke would intimidate, but not terrify, something Itachi seemed to do unconsciously. For now though Itachi let Sasuke live in the environment he chose. Without Sasuke's knowledge, Itachi turned way family members, keeping Sasuke in the dark of the trappings many tried and failed to lay out for him. It would also do, if Sasuke had a friend, the sad excuses that hung around him for only a glance in their direction did not count. Sasuke needed a companion in which he could treat as equal, someone who didn't care about social position… From the way the Uzumaki child fought his brother, Itachi had a feeling that the blonde was a perfect candidate. Letting Sasuke go before him, Itachi took one more glance back. The pink haired youth, whose, gender Itachi was sure to be a girl, was tending to an irate blondes wounds. It struck him, that she was a sort of chaperone for the blonde, not too surprising since many children of successful companies without the military backing like the Uchiha can were prone to kidnap.

Feeling his eyes on her, green met with black, his interest flared to life, neither did she flinch at his stare, nor did she blush like a girl would normally, she treated him with stiff formality and disinterest as she nodded slightly in his direction, a sign that they would meet again. "Nii-san!" Attending to his impatient brother Itachi proceeded out of the dojo, smiling. It seemed his birthday wouldn't be as dull as he predicted, for just another day, was starting to turn out to be more interesting. He knew that his brother was good for some sort of entertainment. Throwing his helmet to his brother, foregoing his own, Itachi climbed onto his black bike his brother just behind him. Itachi drove off with new purpose; he couldn't wait for the night to come, where he would meet the mysterious Uzumaki heir and his companion once again.

Once again, greeting after the longest break! Lots of things, too little time, despite having a summer vacation I've been bogged down by lots of things…karate everyday twice a day for like two hours, writers block didn't help any, and I had to study for the ACT AGAIN! My dad said a 25 wasn't good enough he wanted me to get a 27… sigh … life sucks, but it's getting better… although I can't promise any for sure updates…for the rest of June I'm in Las Vegas with my family, would you believe that they live with no internet? God! Then again, they are grandparents…tv is more convenient I guess.. Right now I'm using my little, yes little sisters laptop since mine doesn't agree with the cricket plug in program…sigh, life is full of complications isn't it?

Well hope you enjoy the story! Please review, it would make me very happy!