"Haruno-sama! Haruno-sama!" A little girl yelled after a woman in a dark blue coat making her turn around. "Yes what is it Mimi-chan?" The woman asked and smiled at the little blond girl that stood nervously in front of her. "Where are you going Haruno-sama? Aren´t you going to celebrate with us?"

The woman crunched down in eyelevel with the girl and poked her in the forehead. "Sorry but I need to go home now, and didn´t I tell you just to call me Sakura?"

The little girl blushed and looked down with a sad smile on her pretty little face. "Oh Mimi-chan don´t be sad, I promise you that this won´t be the last time we meet and if you want to then you can come and train under me with some other girls."

Mimi looked up happily at the face of her idol. "You mean it, you think I'm good enough?"

Sakura laughed and stood back up. "Of course I think you´re good enough or else I wouldn´t have chosen you to dance with me in the show. I´ll see you around Mimi-chan, now go back inside before you catch a cold." The blond girl quickly hugged her and ran inside waiving after Sakura.

When Sakura came home she threw her coat on her kitchen table and walked in to her bedroom and took out a black leather outfit that covered her whole body. Putting it on she looked in the body length mirror in her room and sighed at the sight of her pink hair.

Walking to the bathroom she took a brush and combed it in a haste while she looked over her collection of wigs.

She had two blond wigs, one was platinum blond that reached her middle back while the other reached just past her shoulders and was more of a dark sandy blond. Then there was one red head wig that went just between her shoulder blades in soft curls. Then there were her four darker wigs one was indigo black and almost reached to the middle of her back, one was a dark coffee brown and just brushed her shoulders, one reached her chin and was a lighter shade of brown and the last one was Sakuras favorite. It was a black wig with red highlights and was spiky so it stood out in all directions, it was cut short.

Sakura placed her brush on the counter and took up her coffee brown wig and brushed through it before placing it back down and starting to pull her hair in to a tight flat bun on top of her head. When she was done with that she took the wig and placed it over her pink locks , fastening it by using dark bob pins. Ones she was satisfied the wig wouldn´t fall of she walked out of the bathroom and to the closet in her bedroom, opening it she took out a long leather jacket and put it on before leaving the house.

Sakura walked to her garage, opening it she smiled at her baby. It was a black Kawasaki Vulcan 1600 mean steak, carved in the pipes on the sides were cherry blossom trees that made their way up and around the pipes.

Sakura pulled it out and took a bag from a hanger in there, she pulled up the seat and folded the bag so it would fit in the small compartment she had specially made.

Mounting it her smile got bigger, there was nothing that she loved more than to race in the middle of the night on her baby, not even ballet or gymnastics came close to that. She placed her helmet over her head, it was all black with silver tribal markings on it running front the front to the back like flames.

Slamming the black front down over her face she started the bike and raced out in the street to her destination.

Sakura snuck down a hallway, avoiding the cameras that were on the walls.

She was standing in a corner waiting for one of them the pass her so she could move to her desired spot in front of a painting. When the time finally came she carefully walked to her left and six steps forward, always out of range of the cameras.

When she was on the spot she needed to be in front of the painting she waited completely still and counted. "One hippo, two hippos, three hippos, four hippos, five hippos." She then took a quick step back and to the side and then a small cross step forward while she bent her back backwards and swayed to the right before she stood up again, now safe for a minute from the cameras.

She stood there for a second admiring the painting she was about to take, it was beautiful.

It showed a white clad angel with bright light all around him, he was reaching out to take the hand of a demon girl who was covering her face from the bright light but one of her hand reaching forward to meet the hand that was reaching in the darkness that was surrounding the red clad woman.

Sakura never got enough of the painting that the famous Michelangelo had painted long ago, it was called the Forgiving Angel and was believed to be his first painting. Sakura didn´t waist much time in examining the painting for it was the seventh time she stole it from someone, she stepped closed to it and pulled it slightly from the wall and looked behind it. There were wires attached to it that would sound of an alarm if she would just take it of the wall.

Sakura reached in a black leather pouch strapped to her belt and took out a wire cutter with long handles, she carefully edged it behind the painting and cut the wires. When the painting was of the wall she took out of her pouch another bag that was just big enough to fit around the painting.

She placed the painting in the bag and hung it over her shoulders before sneaking out of the house and to her bike.

Sakura was sitting on the edge of a fountain in the middle of a park, her hands were crossed over her chest and she was tapping her foot impatiently. When a short semi bold man walked to her she stood up holding the painting in one hand while placing the other on her hip. "You´re late." She said to the man that was clearly nervous to be around her.

"I had a little trouble getting here." He said fixing his tie. "Is that it?" He asked and pointed at the bag in Sakuras hand. "Yes, you have the money?" Sakura said and held out her free hand to the man who took out an envelope and handed it to her and then taking the painting to examine it. "It´s beautiful." He breathed out when he saw it.

Sakura just rolled her eyes and counted the money, 10.000 dollars, it was all there. "Well it was nice doing business with you." She said and walked away from the short man heading to her bike.

"Wait! I want to make a deal with you to ensure that you won´t just steal it from me and sell it to some one else." The man called after her making her stop. "There is no need to worry Mr. Yakuja, I never steel the same thing from someone I sold it to." At that she walked away with her money.

A/N : Ok this is the first chapter of my new story and I really hope that you all like it... I'll be updating often and the three or four first chapters are up now... Please Read and Review... I know many people say that and it probably pisses some of to see this but please do it... If you don't then I don't know what I'm doing wrong and then I can't fix it... ;P