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Courting Mr. Uchiha

By: Writer for No Reason

Sigh.

I had never seen him before but I had always known his name. Well what could I do, a woman should always know the name of her husband-to-be.

This was one of the reasons why it was hard to be rich...your folks chose whom you'd marry even before you reach puberty.

Well, the puberty part could be untrue for most of the cases but in my story that was the very case.

To avoid having conflicts about teenage rebellion when the hormones started to kick in and when some teens deluriously thought that they were in love, the Haruno household normally betroth their children before they reach puberty.

Yes, the adults were totally control freaks. I couldn't argue about that.

I remember the day they told me about it. I was playing with my doll. We were having a nice little tea party in our garden. It was fun…every little girl's afternoon until my mother came and called me.

She was very beautiful that day. Well, she was beautiful everyday but for the sake of details I had to say that. Her face was what I dreamed to have when I grew older minus the stern expression she always had. So, with that firm expression, she kneeled down and talked to me like I was old enough to understand marriage.

"Sakura, I want you to remember this name."

I nodded.

"Uchiha Sasuke. Keep that in your mind."

I nodded again but then I asked.

"Who's he, Mama?"

"He's the man you're going to marry someday."

"Like Prince Charming?"

She nodded. And that was how my mother fooled me.

I was seven at that time.

Why seven? I didn't know but I bet it took them that long to assess the best man, rather, boy for me.

Maybe the profit calculations and weighing in of the benefits and privileges were really hard to do. Anyhow, that wasn't the issue here.

It wasn't the engagement either. I had been engaged with that man for nine years now; I had been his fiancée for more than half my life. I didn't have a skull thick enough to rebel with something I had practically grown up with and accepted as a fact just like how I accepted that the sun rises at the East.

Now the real problem was that my sorry ass fiancée was having an affair.

Was it painful to me?

Did he break my heart?

Painful, yes.

Broke my heart, not in a million years.

It was painful to be envious.

Since my parents told me that I was engaged, I lost my appetite for boys. Why bother liking someone if it was doomed to fail? As far as I know, no one in the family had escaped the betrothal. Heck, no one even tried to break it and no I wouldn't be the first one. I wasn't that stupid to call it off and be branded as a black sheep and be ridiculed for the rest of my life. I bet if I did call it off, I would be the example that the future Haruno mothers would tell to their daughter to scare them off from disobeying. Yes, they would tell my story like it was a pathetic urban legend to scare off the future Haruno kids.

Also, I wasn't stupid to let my inheritance slipped away like it was being sucked by a drain. Unlike other rich kids out there, I wasn't pampered by my parents and I wasn't sheltered from the bitter truth that money was very important. They took me, at one time, on the most depressed areas of the country and I didn't like what I see. I knew now but not then that it was another tactic to scare me off from disobedience. It was their way of telling me that a big wrong move from me and I might end up like that...a big wrong move like calling off an engagement. And I knew very well that they could make my life miserable if I pissed them off. Blood relations, be damned.

So when my mother told me that I was going to transfer to another school, particularly to that man's school, because my fiancé was rumored to be having an affair, I told myself I hate his guts.

Why?

He was allowed to have fun! That was so unfair! My parents wouldn't even allow me to befriend boys. I was enrolled in an all-girls school. Yes, I was practically caged. And this guy was having fun! I wanted to call my lawyers.

However, aside from that, I had to change my school. Why was I the one to do that?

"Because you are the woman."

That was what my mother said to me while she calmly sipped her tea, like it was the most sensible thing to do. My jaw dropped inwardly. Not only were my parents control freaks, they were also damn right traditional.

"Hey, Mom? We are in the 21st century!"

I wanted to tell her but I bit my tongue. I didn't have a death wish yet. At that moment, I had no option but to obey while sulking in my mind. Yes, sometimes when I think back, I'd see how cowardly I acted but seriously? We were talking of disinheritance and disownment. I could barely manage the disinheritance thingy but I couldn't much survive if my parents disowned me. This wasn't only about the money. It was also about approval.

So here I was in Hidden Leaf Academy, walking to my designated room where my fiancée was currently sitting his butt not knowing that his happy days were about to end or so I thought. I wasn't expecting the scene that greeted me.

My eyebrow twitched and my blood screamed murder, when I opened the classroom door and entered a brothel house.

Yes, that was the perfect description- a brothel house with a high school theme.

The first thing that caught my eyes was the itty bitty girls' uniform. Their panties were practically playing peek-a-boo with their ultra micro mini short skirt. Oh well, at least they still had them.

But the main eyesore was not the girls...it was that guy whose back was facing me. I'd call him the raven-haired pervert because I had no clue on who on earth he was. He had those girls surrounding him like he was some famous rock star and those girls were his groupies.

They were all screaming "(insert obscenities) me Sasuke-sama!"

I could only roll my eyes at that but then I realized the name they called him. Those short skirts momentarily distracted me from the reason why my blood screamed murder a few seconds ago. But thanks to them I remembered.

There was no other male human specie inside the room where my fiancé was supposed to be studying except that man whom those girls called Sasuke. Apparently, Sasuke happened to be the name of my fiancé. Now, if someone would tell me that it was a freaking coincidence, I'd bite his head off.

One. Two. Three. Wait! How was I supposed to confront him? Nah, I wouldn't stomp my way to him like a real broken-hearted chick would do. I just wanted to ruin his fun. I wasn't allowed to enjoy life so he should also suffer the same. I smiled at the thought that he would hate me for this.

"Who's that?"

Apparently, while I was smiling like a lunatic on the door, one of the girls chose that time to look at my way.

"What?"

I asked when they just stared at me like I was a two-headed dragon who was going to ruin their little party.

"She's dressed differently." I wasn't dressed differently. I was wearing the prescribed uniform but i found it useless to say that to them. Also, even if I wanted to say that, I would've been cut short because the man finally chose to face me.

And...

My mouth almost fell open. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. I had never been the type to go crazy after boys but what the heck. He was never the fiancé that had I pictured in my mind. Well...he was sizzling hot. Yeah, if he had just shut his mouth up for the rest of his life I might had fallen for him.

But he had to open that sexy mouth of his and say something that made my blood boil.

"You must be sent by the escort service." He looked at me from head to toe. I had to fight the urge to cross my arms and assume a defensive stance.

Before I could make him eat my fist, he added "for someone working as a hooker, you look plain."

I think the lid of my skull just flipped. Oh but he wasn't finished yet.

"You've got average breasts, average legs, nice skin though and pretty face but not that pretty enough to be sought for. And your skirt isn't short enough and yet they charged me really high. Well, maybe you are really skilled. Hmm, we'll see if I'll get a refund."

He stated it like I was some defective product that he wanted to return.

I was in a state of shock. His good looks now forgotten. Never in my entire life had I been branded as an average looking gal. Yes, my breast size included.

But this man, he just...he just did. And in front of his busty servants. I wanted to cry for finding out what kind of jerk my future husband was.

"I thought this is a school." I said because it was the first thing that came to my mind.

"It is but as you can see the class in this room is cancelled."

They all chuckled at that remark.

"Hey, girl. Don't pretend to be coy. We are all doing our job here." One of the busty girls said to me. I gave her a death glare in return. That made her flinched.

"You should know who you are talking to. I can make you live miserable for the rest of your life for playing with my fiancé."

I almost laughed at myself had the situation been different. I completely sounded like a jealous fiancée. Oh, I had to keep my act if I wanted to win this. They all paled, well save Sasuke.

He looked like he completely expected me to say that because he ordered the girls to leave.

"Bitch." I heard some of girls sneered at me while walking out of the door. I just smiled at them mockingly.

"Bye." I said still with a smile when all of them left. After closing the door, I turned to him. He was still sitting unfazed by the events that transpired.

"From the way you look at me, I'd say you were expecting me." I crossed my arms above my breast ready to give him a piece of me.

"What was that for?" I asked.

He didn't answer instead he just stared at me. And then a lopsided smile formed in his lips. It was cute, yes, a scene that I could have drooled on but as long as I had my sanity I wouldn't give in to his charm.

"You're tougher than I thought." He stood and I was amazed at how tall he was. I said to myself, 'You're insane if you wouldn't find him hot'. Oh, I was perfectly sane…every bit of me.

Before i knew it, I'd been staring far too long. I cleared my throat because it suddenly went dry. I was acting like a teenage girl. Hey I was a teenage girl. No, if I got caught with his charm I'd be sorry.

"What's on your mind?"

I almost jumped out of shock when I realized that he had really gotten close to me. He was on my personal space. That jerk! He was trying to put me off.

I paced at the other side of the room. I sort of marched actually. Though he was really a total hunk,it was still crystal clear to me that he was my enemy and that I was here to make him sorry.

"I just came here to clear things with you."

He raised an eyebrow.

Geez. This was our first meeting. So what? Why was I getting so worked up? Oh, I'd just tell him everything and be done with it.

"You and I are engaged." I started like he didn't know it.

"So don't fool around like you are just an ordinary teenager. You are the heir to the richest man of the country. You can't just do anything you want."

"Wow, we're not yet married and here you are nagging me already."

Now, I raised an eyebrow then smiled.

"I was just giving you a taste of my life." I sounded really smug.

"Let me guess, you aren't allowed to mess around before the marraige, are you?"

"That mister is none of your business." Somehow, I didn't want him to know that I had a boring social life.

"Well..." He walked next to the window and looked outside, a solemn expression on his face.

I held my breath for a moment because he just looked so adorable.

"Do you know that I own this school?"

Now that was an exaggeration.

"You mean your parents." Of course I knew it. How else could he be allowed to pull that brothel act.

However, he shook his head.

"I am the rightful owner. Including all of our properties."

I was he telling me this?

"And why are you saying this?"

He looked at me apologetically.

"I already called off the engagement. I see that you are not informed about that but I'm free of any obligation to marry you. Simply put, I'm not your fiancé anymore."

I wonder if it was just me or did the room suddenly become colder than it was. All my life I was dreaming to hear this but somehow I didn't find it pleasing at all.

"Wait, how did you manage to do that?"

"You are really clueless." He smiled bitterly.

"My parents died when they agreed to marry us off. Car accident...that very same day. They didn't have the time to change the will."

I suddenly realized how pathetic I must had looked.

"I was trying to help you with that brothel act. I was hoping you'd call it off."

I smiled bitterly. I had never been humiliated in my entire life.

"Well, thank you for your effort. Sorry if I'm too dumb to notice your good intentions."

I couldn't understand why there was a lump in my throat. Suddenly, it was an effort to keep myself from crying. I was rejected…by someone I didn't even like in the first place. It hurt. I didn't know why...but maybe it was my pride.

Without saying much further, I left. My Mama and I had much to talk.

A/N: I hope you like it :). Hahaha I find it funny that I made them sound so sure that they really are each other's betrothed when they haven't met each other before. Let's just assume that no one's gonna play a prank on them because they hold so much power in the society. :) And yes, I know they are out of character.