Name Code: The Pink Player

It's Pranking Timee!

Sakura picked up her phone.

"Hello?"

"S-sakura-chan, is that you?"

"M-Mom?" Tears of confusion, happiness and anger dripped down from the corner of her eyes. Her voice was trembling, as well her hands on the phone. She heard a sigh from the other line.

"Sakura, is me, Fugaku." A gruffy stern voice shook out the pinkette from her state.

"Yes, Fugaku-san?" The man sighed again.

"Come at the Uchiha Compound at 9 pm, we have some matters to discuss."

"There's nothing to discuss, Uchiha-san."

"Just come. Or we will bring you here by force." Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Hn. Very well, I will be there." With that, she hung up. She walked towards the table and picked up her bag.

"Oi, Saks, where are you goin'?" Sasuke looked at his sister.

"Skipping. I feel trolling someone right now. I might stop by later to talk with Fugaku and Mikoto. They've just called. Bye guys!" She said, heading outside.

"Sasuke, I don't understand. She's your sister. How come she call your parents by their names and she's not living with ya?" Kiba asked, as he drank some energizant.

"Hn. Because she and our parents argued..over something really important and serious matters. She's living with aunt Tsunade." He sighed.

Sakura was dashing on the road, clouds of dust flowing behind her. The sound of her motorcycle was raging through the calm suburbia. Near, was a park. A peaceful one, with old couples smiling and holding hands. The picture made her wanna gag, but smirked. The perfect territory for vandalize. Grinning, she took out her spraying cans, and parked her motorbike nearby. She took out her skateboard from her backpack and dashed off.

She shook some random colors, then sparyed and drawed every single tree, bench, statue, with obscene and vulgar paintings. The neighbors and the old hags shouted at her.

"You punk you better clean this up imediatly!" A police man stopped her, showing up his badge.

"Well, nice badge you have, Mr Police, but you like mine?" The dude in blue froze. On the black leather was a picture of her, grinning, in black suite, next to it the info:

Name: Uchiha "Pink Player" Sakura

FBI Agent.

He gulped.

"I'm sorry, Uchiha-sama! I will not bother you!" He said running off. Smirking, she packed her 'tools', her skateboard and went on her motorbike, and dashed off again.

'Nice art, ne inner?'

'Yep! You lil pervy' She stuck her tongue playfully. Sakura sighed and somthing glowing caught her eye. An arcade. She grinned again, and went inside. It was full, no kidding. Some were playing, mostly around the age of 13 or so, and the ones about Sakura's age were holding hands or making out in a corner. There was a mini-bar. She sat on a stool, the barman grinned at her, cleaning a mug with an old rag.

"Wan' somethin' lass?"

"Yeah, something strong." Sakura murmbled. The barman came with the drink.

"Aren' ya too youn to drink somethin strong?"

"No, not really." She sipped her sake, the amber liquid slighly burning her throat. Then she saw it. It was like love at the first sight. She could imagine it, she and him jumping and walking on a flowery field, setting on fire the nice things together, holding it's joystick. Well built, amazing colors and graphics, it was just sooo...wow. She was breathless. The bartender smirked.