Sakura found a pair of Naruto's orange pants and a black t-shirt which she quickly threw on before she exited through the window.

As she ran through the village, Sakura couldn't help but notice the glares she got from the villagers.
'Is this how they always look at Naruto?' she wondered to herself, not liking that particular thought much at all... in fact, she found herself hating how Naruto was treated.

She might have acted cold towards Naruto, but that was only because she was too weak to stray from the norm set by the popular kids at the academy. All of them had in one way or another teased the blonde boy, and she grew up thinking it was ok.

How could that be ok?

Ashamed of her actions, Sakura did some soul searching and shocked herself when she realised just how much of an asshole the brooding Uchiha actually was. He liked... no one! He never said anything nice to anyone, no matter what they did for him.

Sasuke may have lived a hard life after his brother slaughtered his clan before his eyes and forced him to relive it through the might of the Mangekyo Sharingan, but he had never been truely alone. If he needed anything, the villagers would all run over eachother to be the one to help him. The villagers would die for him. The village council would bend over and take a bat up their ass if it would please Sasuke... he had so much to be thankful for, yet he chose to be an ass and live a life of hatred.

Could she love a boy like that?

Could she see herself LIVING with a guy like that?

He might be cute, but he's not that special. If not for his name, he would just be another prettyboy in the pack of good looking shinobi. Nothing special.

No, Sakura didn't take long to decide Sasuke wasn't worth her effort anymore. After all, if you think about it, she had someone who loved her enough to take deadly attacks to save her. Someone who showed his worth in a fight with an A-rank missing nin who caught their sensei and rendered the Uchiha useless with killing intent alone. Strong, kind, loving, generous... she had blown off the chance to be with someone who would treat her like a queen, and for what? The prince of emo?

Sakura turned on her heel and ran into a clothing store. She was going to do something for Naruto, and somehow make it up to him. She needed him in her life, and this ties the two together more than anything before.

Two minutes later, she finds herself on her ass outside the shop after the owner himself threw her out claiming they didn't sell their goods to "demons".

Blinking away tears, Sakura did a quick henge into Uchiha Sasuke and went back in. This time the owner couldn't be sweeter, and she walked back out with a whole new outfit completely free of charge. The owner was just happy the last Uchiha honored him with a visit to his humble shop...

Sakura thought back to the time she spent in the dressing room trying on various articles of clothing. A bright blush covered her whiskered cheeks as she remembered just how good looking Naruto actually was.

'How the hell could I have missed out on this hot piece of ass for so long? No matter, I'll make him mine... SHANNARO'

Lost in thought, the smartly dressed blonde ran towards where she felt her own chakra signature. She had traded the orange pants for black pants with black bandages tied tightly from her ancles and half way up to her knee. Her standard shinobi sandals were traded in for thin black boots in dragon's hide. Sturdy and tough, yet insanely comfortable, and not to forget flame resistant. On her upper body she wore a blood red singlet with nine black stripes on her back, and a black jacket covering it. Her forehead protector was now fit around her waist, leaving the yellow strands of hair framing the boyishly handsome face perfectly, bringing out the blue in her eyes.

She did notice girls taking second looks at the hot guy running past them, and couldn't help but smirk as she remembered that the guy they all lusted for was hers and hers alone!