A/N: Hi there. This would be my very first story that I post online! I think I made it just in time! I post this story in dedication to my OTP that is SasuSaku. I hope that everyone enjoys it! Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated as I would really like to improve my writing but no flames please.

Also, I don't think that I would be able to complete all prompts on time since I literally started on the first day itself. I will do my best though. Thank you and please enjoy the story below. :)

DAY 1: Matchmaker

He sees her standing there, sipping her champagne, looking graceful and beautiful in a long dark blue strapless gown. Her pink hair had been done up in a messy bun, with loose strands framing her face elegantly. Meanwhile, her eyes green and expressive that they were, reveals the boredom towards the ball that she feels inside. He, like everyone else, could not help but to notice her due to her unusual hair colour.

He turns his head towards his current dancing partner, a curvaceous lady with curly dirty blonde hair that was elegantly twisted to the side of her head. She was smiling seductively at him and puffing her chest out, almost pushing her breasts in his face, probably in hopes of getting into his bed later that night. He scoffed inwardly, cursing Naruto who had all but dragged him to this stupid ball. All he wanted was to spend his weekend relaxing. Now, he is here, at the ball, wearing a tux and dancing with a lady that could not for one second keep her hands or breasts to herself. He could have declined when the lady, Kiseki was her name, approached him for a dance. However, seeing as she was the first daughter of the host of the ball, it would be bad to embarrass her in public at her family's event, especially when their families were to work together. Surely, his father would have his head if he if he did that.

As the music slows, Sasuke takes it as his chance to escape the grasp of Kiseki. He leads her to a table and politely excuses himself, almost running (No, Uchihas do not run, they stride) to the buffet table, where he could get a refreshment. Concentrating on the walk to the table, Sasuke did not notice Kiseki stalking him like a predator hunting a prey. Her action however, didn't escape the sharp sight of a certain pinkette.

Sasuke, with a glass wine in hand, decided to escape to the balcony where it was quieter and less stifling. As he leans his elbows on the balcony, enjoying the cold wind, he hears the ruffling of dress behind him. He sighs and turns towards the source of the noise, only to recognise Kiseki. She leered at him,

"Sasuke-kun, what are you doing out here?" Sasuke represses a slight shiver at the way that she is looking at him, like a piece of meat.

"Kiseki-san, I am out here enjoying the wind and waiting for my partner." It was not a lie; he really was waiting for Naruto, just not in the way that Kiseki was thinking about. She cocks her head to the side, attempting to smile coyly.

"Were you now? And how come the charming lady has not come to dance with you yet? Is she really here, or are you lying to me?" Annoyed with her attitude Sasuke narrowed his eyes, and is about to snap at her, politeness and his head be damned!

"Listen here you-" He is cut off mid-sentence when another figure walked up to him and wrapped her arm around his own.

"Kiseki-san, thank you for taking good care of my date, however, I do think that it is time him to dance with me." Sasuke looks down at the pinkette at his side utterly confuse.

"Is that so Sasuke-kun?" Kiseki demands of Sasuke.

"Uhm, yeah" Sasuke blurts without really thinking about it. Kiseki looks at them for a moment longer before harrumphing and sashaying her way back into the ballroom. The moment she was out of sight, the pinkette releases Sasuke's arm and steps back in respect. She smiles at him,

"Are you okay, Uchiha-san?" she asks. Sasuke finally maintains composure and nods.

"I could have gotten rid of her myself," He pauses, an inclination for her to introduce herself. She grins, getting the message.

"Haruno Sakura. I know you could have done it, but it is best that you did not. Your father is looking forward to sign a contract with Kiseki-san's family. If you had done what you wanted to, I'm afraid that that contract would never happen." She replies, all the while smiling softly at him. Sasuke is slightly suspicious, how on earth does she know all this? Seeing the confusion on his face, she laughs quietly,

"Uchiha-san, Kiseki-san's family just made the announcement just after you left the ballroom!" Sasuke nods his head in astonishment as the tips of his ears turned slightly red. He coughs, clearing his throat,

"Thank you for what you did, Haruno-san." Sasuke extends his hand in a shake.

"Sakura." Sakura says while she accepts the handshake.

"Huh?"

"Just call me Sakura; there is no need to be so formal." She grins at him.

"Alright, as long as you call me Sasuke as well" Sasuke smirks. He suddenly remembers a bit of the conversation from a few minutes ago.

"Shall we dance?" He extends his hand, waiting for her to take it.

"I beg your pardon?" Sakura blushes at his words.

"You did say that it was time that I dance with you, didn't you?" He gently reminds her, amused by her sudden change in character.

"I only said that to-" Sakura started only to be cut off.

"I know. But it would be really rude of me to break a promise to a lady. Also, wouldn't it be better if we show Kiseki that we were not lying?" She lowers her head and nods shyly. He smirks slightly at her, thinking,

'What an interesting person, this Haruno Sakura.'

Lifting her head up, Sakura smiles sweetly at him, pink dusting her cheeks and accepts his hand. Sasuke leads her back into the ballroom. Sasuke smirks,

'Maybe the dobe bringing me here isn't so bad after all."

~Up next, Day 2~