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no really, I just wanted to be the first~

Background story: As a child, there wasn't much that could be said about Sakura, except that she was shy, weird, had no friends and liked to look for frogs in puddles, and climb trees. When she found herself in kindergarden, she met two boys: Naruto and Sasuke. It was a bit odd at first, because for some reason, climbing trees better than boys did didn't earn you many points, but sooner or later they weren't rivals in tree-climbing anymore, and became very good friends, instead. Tightly-knit triangle. And then the shit hit the fan. Sasuke was take away, Naruto was put under the spotlight, and Sakura tried her very best to protect him --since he was the only friend she had left-- from the light as best as her tiny fists could. Then her parents decided, oh no, we can't have that. That boy's nothing but trouble. So for Sakura's 'own good', they moved to the city. That sort of isolation changes a person, and for Sakura, it wasn't for the good. Her young mind decided to spare her the mental trauma, and locked it all up. She remembered Naruto, and would always remember him, no matter what her parents did to put distance between them. Faced with a new start though, she was thrown into a lion's den, and shown that if you wanted to make friends in school, you had to be cool. So Sakura did what she thought was appropiate: she pretended. She pretended to be girly, and perfect, and sweet; she pretended that boys and family was all that mattered to her, and that she was the typical Japanese girl. She pretended so damn well that by the end, it stopped being pretend.

So there was Sakura, 13 years old and fully aware of what she wanted from life. She wanted to marry the pretty boy from her class, and even if they'd never get out of Shibuya, that was fine, really. She could work too, maybe as a waitress somewhere, or something to help support their family. Their lovely, lovely family. Until the pretty boy decided to move away from Shibuya, not without a last word of "you're so childish and girly". So there was Sakura, 14 years old and heart-broken for the second time, because for some reason, boys and her were always bound to be separated. Incidentally, that year her parents decided to move out again. Her mother, sick of seeing Sakura depressed, told her to take this new experience as her new chance at a new life. And oh, did she ever.

The bustling city they moved to presented Sakura with a whole new perspective. Here, she would be liked, here she would be loved, and here, she would not pretend. She'd be everything she wanted to be. If people disliked that, they could suck it up. Never one to back down from her own set goals, she did exactly that. Sakura had always been a girl thirsty for knowledge, but pushed by peers, she'd formerly put studying aside in exchange of hairpins and make-up. In the city, however, she had no peers to pressure her. One book every three days was her minimum, and soon Sakura became well-known at the Library. Her passion was literature. To keep herself strong in front of bullies that had pestered her and caused her troubles when she'd been young, she signed herself up for jujitsu. She didn't expect to love it as much as she did, but Sakura was the sort of person that when she found something she liked, she gave it her all. Slowly but surely, she became the champion of her high-school in jujitsu, attending competitions at times, and winning them. But the competitive life wasn't for her. She loved the sport for how it made her feel liberated, but books and knowledge were still her two principal passions.