Hello everyone and welcome back! It's me again, SakuNya! This will be my second long story, my first SasuSaku and I hope to make at least 20 chapters to it. I was looking at Stray-Ink92's gallery on deviantart when I saw one of her drawings: the Uchiha family. But, what was very odd about it (no offense, I find it was cool-odd!) was that everyone seemed to have the impression that they looked like the mafia. I had that same impression and a comment had me thinking about writing this. The comment said that a Mafia Uchiha family would be cool in a Fanfiction. And so, this was born! It's in an alternate universe of the original Naruto series, hope you all enjoy! This is a SasuSaku story!

Dismclaimer: All Naruto charcters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. But Sasuke is mine, he's all MINE! *evil laughs* *Sasuke wispers in my ear* Please, Sasu-chan, you're mine right? *sad face* *shakes his head as a no and walks away to Sakura with Kishimoto-san*

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Mafia Uchiha

Prologue

Why the hell did he make me stay at work so late! Shanaro! Haruno Sakura thought as she walked the empty streets of the city, Konoha, making her way home. Her boss had made her stay 2 hours more at her job in the local café. She worked as a waitress there, and frankly, she didn't like her job one bit. It had always been her dream to be a doctor, or a nurse at least. But, NOOOOOOOOO, she didn't have the money she needed to attend college and had to work at the stupid café that no one went to. It was partially thanks to her hair color that she had been accepted there. I mean, hey, who sees a girl with natural pink hair nowadays?

Anyways, the rosette didn't want anything to do with serving cold coffee and cleaning public toilets (Kami knows what's clogging the piping). All she wanted was to help the sick and put a smile on her patient's face. Life for her had not been smiling at all so she would do it for others. She was a very selfless, kind and caring person.

It was 10:30 PM and she was walking home, sulking. She was drained and all she wanted was a nice long bath and to go to bed. Just the thought of sleep had her displaying a goofy looking and dreamy grin.

However, that same grin faded when she heard some exited talking. She turned to look behind her. There was a group of bulky and ugly-looking men walking straight towards her. She quickened her pace but she abruptly stopped when she saw another group of men in front of her. Panic seized her and adrenalin coursed through her body. She ran into a darkened alley and hoped for the best. She cursed when she saw it was a dead end. The men had blocked the only way out. Sakura backed up against a garbage bin that produced a foul odour, but she ignored it. Her life was probably at stake right now.

The bulkiest of the gang, probably the leader, spoke in a pleased and teasing tone.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he snorted. "A pretty little lady, ne, boys?"

The group laughed and cheered. Their leader continued.

"Do you know what I do with little girls like you, pinky?"

The pink haired maiden grit her teeth and balled her fists.

"Don't call me pinky, asshole!" she snarled and lunged at two of the men. Thank Kami she knew self defence.

She winded the first of the two and hit the other one on the cheek. But, she was outnumbered at least 20 to one. One of the more chunky men grabbed her arms and stilled her. She flayed her legs about, trying to kick his pride, in vain.

Another guy came and helped the first to get the struggling girls to still. They brought her up against the garbage bin, her front first, making her lay flat on her stomach. She struggled more and the felt two bulky hands run through her hair.

"Easy, there, I won't kill you," the leader said, "I'm just going to take your virginity if you don't mind-"

"It's people like you that disgust me" a low, monotone voice echoed out of somewhere. A very…sexy voice if you asked Sakura.

"Who the fuck was that!?" The leader yelled. There was movement on the building's roof in front of them. The rosette was able to lift her head a bit, but all she saw was a pair of long, lean legs standing on the roof.

"Hn," the figure grunted, "Let her go and you might live to see another day." With that, the figure gracefully jumped off the roof and landed gracefully on the ground, thanks to being able to grab hold of ramps on the building.

Sakura still couldn't see the figure, a man she assumed, as she was still held tightly by the two men. She felt the leader move away, towards the new figure.

"You little bastard! You think you can just tell me what to do?"

"I'm not telling you to do it," was the calm reply, "I'm saying that if you DON'T leave, you will die. It's different."

Pfft, Sakura mentally scoffed, it comes down to the same thing! She heard the protest of the gang.

"Why don't you go bitch to your whore of a mother, punk? Who would want to have a kid like you?" the leader snarled.

There was a very tense silence. Then, she heard a faint sound.

"Whore…?" was what the figure had whispered, almost to himself.

The group looked at him weirdly.

"Mother…?"

There was exclamation all of a sudden, and the two men holding Sakura down had let her go. She slid off the bin and didn't dare turn around.

She heard slashing noises, as if a blade cutting through flesh… She heard screams and groans of pain.

"Please! Mercy!"

"No. One. Insults. My. MOTHER!"

There was the sound of clicking. Like the safety on a gun… Shit.

"Listen, bastards!" The figure called out. "I'm giving you 15 seconds to get the fuck out before I start shooting. Starting now: One!"

The gang started to head for the streets, holding their wounds.

"Two! Three! Four! Five!"

Some were having trouble getting up, but if they were going to live, they had to get up, so they did.

"Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!"

They had all disappeared on either side of the empty and darkened streets of Konoha. The man stopped counting and turned towards Sakura, still turned away from him.

She could feel, rather see that the figure was the only one there. She cautiously turned around to face whoever saved her.

She was met with the sight of blood, darkness only lit by moonlight, and a dark, handsome man. Holly fuck… the rosette thought as she stared at him.

He was a raven haired, ebony eyed and pale skinned young man, not looking over the age of 20. He was wearing a dark red button up shirt with a black vest and dress pants. He had a sword sheath attached to his belt and he was holding said sword in his had, now covered in blood. All in all, he was hot and sexy as hell. But, he also seemed to be very mysterious, and the dim light from the moon made that impression even more with how the light shined on his face. Kami, who was this saviour of the night?

"Are you alright?" The question made Sakura jump a bit.

"H-hai…" she answered, uncertain. "Who are you?"

There was no response to her question. "What is a girl like you doing out in the middle of the night? If I hadn't been here at the time, you might no longer be a virgin. Thugs like that are always looking to have sex with anyone they find suits their needs."

The maiden glared a little at the unknown man, irritated that he hadn't answered her.

"I was going home. I had to stay late at work and those 'thugs' were passing by at the same time" she replied to the raven.

Said person looked her up and down, assessing her, almost seeing through her. It was a chilling feeling. It was almost as if he COULD see through her. He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged off her answer.

"May I ask ho you are?" Sakura tried again.

"I can't tell you that."

The girl raised a fine eyebrow. "Why not?"

The man wasn't looking at her. His face held no emotion; he was almost like a statue. He sighed.

"You saw what I did right?"

"Well, I guessed more than anything, but yes." Sakura was not following where this would lead to knowing his identity.

"Listen, if you want to know my name, you have to come with me."

"Where would we be going?"

"I can't tell you that unless you say yes to my request. Are you coming or not?"

Now the rosette was a little pissed. "How am I supposed to answer if I don't even know where you would be taking me!?"

The raven ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I know this is hard to understand, but you really can't know unless you give me an answer!"

"What if I say no? Will you tell me who you are and where you're going?"

"No."

Sakura sighed. So if she wanted to know who this guy was, she needed to answer yes. But if she answers yes, she'll have to leave. And if she answers no, then she has to forget about him.

"So, if I say no, I just have to forget about tonight?" she asked.

"Aa."

The pink haired girl shut her eyes, thinking. What should I do? She was, however, ripped out of her thoughts when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was warm, unlike his personality.

"I'm staying here for a while," he started, "so, in a week, I want your answer. Meet e at the park, where the lake is, underneath the biggest cherry blossom, at midnight. Got it?"

The woman rephrased:

"In a week, park, at the lake, cherry blossom, midnight, got it."

"If you're there before midnight, that's fine and I'll take it as a yes. If you're not there five minutes after midnight, I'll take it as a no and leave. Be warned."

With that final warning, the dark figure jumped back on the roof, the moon shining behind him as he looked at her one last time before disappearing.

Sakura continued her way home, a heavy decision in mind. She didn't have a family anymore, her parents had died when she was young and she knew no one else. Well, apart of her senile grandmother. She went to see her sometimes in the old folks' home and she would not be Sakura, oh no, she would be Keiko or Akane maybe even Chiyo! The times were rare when she was called Sakura, or even a girl.

She didn't have anyone to take care of her. What would be so bad about leaving? Besides, she barely had any friends. The ones she did have no longer live nearby and she had lost contact with them. So, she could say yes…

But, she wanted to become a doctor, she needed money and to attend college. She probably couldn't if she went with that hot, sexy guy- Um, that dark figure of the night.

She sighed. Her house was in front of her now. She stepped up to the door and unlocked it, closing it and locking it behind her once inside. She took in a deep breath. Home sweet home at last.

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The phone rang as Sakura was making her dinner. It had been a long day at the café and she was glad to be home early. She went to pick up the phone and placed it to her ear.

"Hello?"

She listened to the woman on the phone.

The porcelain plate she was holding slipped out of her hands and crashed on the floor bellow her. The rosette let tears fall at the words she just heard.

"Thank you for telling me…" she hung up.

Her grandmother had died that morning.

The girl now had a hard decision and a funeral planning to do. Could this day get any worse?

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Sakura stood in the church, by her grandmother's ashes, looking broken and depressed. People gathered in line to say their condolences. She knew a few of the elderly women that had been her grandmother's friends. They were kind and not senile. One was very healthy and another could no longer use her legs, but they were always looking on the bright side.

She had made sure to get the funeral done the day after she had learned the news about her grandma. It had taken a lot of begging and crying and screaming over the phone but she had managed.

A dark figure approached her, all dressed in black. His alabaster hands took her own.

"My condolences."

Sakura gaped at the man. It was him. The guy from that night; he was here. He looked at her with no emotion. Why in the world was he here? How did he know who she was? Her photo was in the newspapers I guess… Maybe that's how he knew. But still, was this some kind of warning? That she better come up with an answer, and quick.

After everyone was there, they all sat down and listened to the priest talking about how "this is not goodbye" and all that stuff. The pink haired maiden glanced at her saviour at one of the benches, a little ways from every one else. Then, the priest called Sakura. Show time, she thought.

She came up to the priest and looked at her speech. Water was forming in her eyes. No, she would not cry.

"On this day, I will talk a little about my grandmother. She was, in her younger days, a very nice person, always there when I needed her. My parents had died when I was younger, so she took care of me. Even though she didn't always have the money, we survived. It was a fun time back then…"

Tears were spilling over. Crap, she'll have to finish this quickly.

"She always made me feel better when I was sick or lonely; she always made me smile when I didn't feel like it. She was never looking out for herself, just for me. She was such a selfless, kind and caring person… But when I was 15, she started to lose her memory, slowly, but I noticed it. At some point I even told her to go see a doctor. She was developing Alzheimer. By the time I was 18, I had to leave home to get my life started, to work. I couldn't take care of her anymore, so, knowing what wonderful friends she had at the old folk's home, I sent her there. Akane and Chiyo her today are two of those friends who looked after her over there, despite their own problems, no offence ladies… And I barely had any more time to go see her after that. I was always working and I wished I could have done something more before she di-" Sakura then started to really cry. Thank Kami it was the end of her speech. The priest beckoned her back to her seat, however she felt that if she tried to move her legs would crumble under her weight.

Warm hands held her up as she was taken back to her seat. The maiden looked up and met ebony eyes. She gasped a little as she was set down. Her dark knight went back to his seat.

After the funeral, she had tried to find him, but it's almost as if he had disappeared.

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Tonight was the night the rosette had to give her answer. And she had made it: she was going. This place no longer had a place for her. Everything nice and everyone nice that she had ever known had been taken away from her.

She packed all her money, spare clothes, toiletries and a picture of her family. As well as a pocket knife, just in case.

She was in for the biggest adventure of her life.

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Sasuke checked his watch for the hundredth time that evening. It was 11:58.

She should be here very soon. At least, he hopped she would turn up. He had gone out of his way to get her to join him. But when he can't even say his name or where he's from, that doesn't really help.

He sighed. 11:59. one more minute and she would be here right?

He heard footsteps.

Sakura appeared under the cherry blossom. This placed suited her name, as well as her hair. Was it even natural?

Said person looked at her saviour. He was dressed like he was a week ago; all red and black with his katana. She dimly wondered where his gun was…

"You came" the raven echoed. "I assume you're coming?"

The rosette took a confident step forward. "Yes. Now tell me your name and where we're going. I want to know who and what I have to deal with."

The man smirked.

"Hn, my name is widely known, but not my image. And frankly, I don't have a good record with the police, but they don't know who they're dealing with and neither are you. My name is Uchiha Sasuke, and we are headed to the Japanese Mafia's headquarters."

Sakura was now, 5 feet deep in shit.

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To be continued…

First chapter, more coming, hope you enjoyed!

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