Sakura arose with the dawn, stretching and yawning. Today was a wedding, and she couldn't afford to be late.

Sakura's sister, Hana, was to be wed to Itachi Uchiha today. The wedding had been the topic of conversation for months among high society. Hana wearily hunted for her slippers and shuffled down the stairs to make some coffee.

Sakura Haruno was nineteen years old, her sister, twenty-one. Hana was the eldest daughter of Mr. Haruno, the man who owned one of the largest computer companies there was. His wife, Mrs. Haruno, was more ditzy than anything else. She enjoyed flying to Rome and Paris for shopping weekends. Hana took after her mother, but Sakura was attached to their father. He had taught her everything he knew about computers, and she was as good a hacker as anyone the Uchiha Corporation cared to hire.

The Uchiha Corporation. They were large in the computer business, too. Fugaru Uchiha had two sons, the eldest of whom was Itachi Uchiha. He had brought Itachi up to replace him as CEO, but his younger son he had mostly ignored.

Haruno Corp. and Uchiha Corp. were planning to merge soon after the marriage of the heirs to the businesses. Hana Haruno had been engaged to Itachi Uchiha shortly after the companies announced the imminent merge. But despite the fact that she would soon be related to them, Sakura had not spent much time with the Uchihas. She had seen Itachi once or twice, but that was all. Truth be told, she didn't care much for the Uchihas. She just loved her laptop computer, which she had specially rigged to do almost anything she wanted.

Right now her laptop was the last thing on her mind as Sakura climbed the stairs with two mugs of coffee. She trotted down the inch-thick carpet and knocked on a door. Yawning, she entered the blazing pink room of her elder sister.

Hana and Sakura were both alike in that they both had jade eyes and pinkish hair. Hana sat up in her queen-sized bed and accepted the mug from Sakura.

"When are you going to get d-d-dressed?" Sakura yawned. Hana sipped her coffee and shrugged.

"I left the dress at the church after the rehearsal last night. I don't want to get it dirty, so I'll change there."

"Yeah, I left my bridesmaid's dress there, too," Sakura grinned. "Great minds think alike, huh?"

Hana shrugged. "I guess. Hey, what time is it?"

Sakura checked the digital clock on the nightstand. "It's 8:00." The wedding was at nine.

"Ohmigosh," Hana said, throwing off the covers. "You'd better get over there!"

"Aren't you coming?" Sakura asked, surprised. Hana smiled.

"I've got to shower and get my hair done. I'll show up later. You go on ahead."

Sakura threw on a pair of jeans and a polo and ran downstairs. In the car, she ran a brush through her hair, checked her lipstick, and stuck the key in the ignition. A curtain parted as her little red car pulled out of the driveway. And Hana smiled.

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Sasuke's alarm went off at 7:30. He pounded the button that turned it off and rolled over. Daylight was streaming through the fluttering curtains. Sasuke blinked sleep from his eyes as he tried to remember what day it was. Oh yeah. His brother's wedding.

Sasuke rolled out of bed and trotted to his closet, past the computer on his desk that still hummed with power. He'd stayed up past midnight working on his new hacking program. Sasuke smiled. No one would beat that.

Sasuke was twenty-one, the same age as the girl Itachi was marrying today. Itachi himself was twenty-three. They had a younger sister named Aya, who was only nineteen. But Aya was, even at her young age, a professional businesswoman. And her job with the Uchiha Corp. had called her away. She couldn't make it to the wedding. Aya was the main connection between Uchiha Corp. and Atlantean Technical Corporation. She was also affiliated with Suna Corp. Aya was always a busy person, her cell phone ringing constantly. It was a shame she didn't slow down, Sasuke thought. There's a few guys around here who might be interested in her if she settled down.

Sasuke stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to pound his forehead and knock him awake. After reluctantly pulling on his starched, brushed tuxedo, he knocked on Itachi's bedroom door.

"Yo, Itachi? You up?"

The door opened a fraction as Itachi peeked out.

'Oh, it's you, younger brother."

Sasuke snorted. "It's 8:00, let's go. We'll need to be there by nine."

Itachi closed the door. "Go on without me, little bro. I'm not ready yet."

"Don't leave any later than 8:15!" Sasuke yelled through the door. He turned and went down to the garage, where his Hummer sat waiting for him. The car started with a satisfied purr as he rumbled away.

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Sakura parked at the back door of the church and went in. The second she stepped in, someone grabbed her.

"Where have you been, Miss Haruno! We must get you dressed, quickly!" It was the wedding director, someone Sakura didn't know.

Sakura was whisked to a back room. The director thrust a dress at the maid, someone who Sakura also didn't know.

"Get her dressed- guests are already arriving!" she hissed. The maid began to undress Sakura, but Sakura pushed her off.

"I can do it myself," she snapped. The maid waited until Sakura was ready, then helped her into the dress. Sakura was so anxious about the wedding that she didn't notice the color of the dress she wore.

It was white.

The door opened suddenly and someone Sakura recognized came in. It was Ino Yamanaka, one of Hana's friends. She was the maid of honor in the procession.

"Alright, girl!" Ino cheered. "You've got class! You're lucky, girl, very lucky. You get to marry one of THE Uchihas!"

Then it hit Sakura in the face. Literally. The maid was attaching the veil. Sakura tried to knock it off.

"I'm not getting married!" she exclaimed. Ino examined her nails.

"Of course you are, Hana-chan! Don't lie! OK, you look a little anxious, but just remember, the dude you're getting is HAWT!"

"I'm NOT HANA!" Sakura hissed. "I'm her sister, Sakura!"

Ino frowned. "Now Hana, I know you're nervous. But don't lie and try to back out! It's bad luck to get cold feet. Besides, I'd be jumping all over the place!"

Sakura tried to pull the veil off and show Ino, but Ino slapped her hand.

"Don't DO THAT! You'll muss up your hair! Hey, did you know that Itachi's got a younger brother our age named Sasuke? I might just check him out for myself."

Sakura blushed a deep crimson under the veil. Was this what Ino and Hana talked about regularly?

"I've told you, I'm NOT HANA!" she hissed. Ino glared at her.

"Hana, I'm sick of this. You are NOT getting cold feet, you're getting an AWESOME, HAWT man. So shut your trap. Remember, I'm up there with you, right next to you. I'll prompt you and everything. Hey, I'm handing you the ring for Itachi! And I'm going to make sure you don't back out," Ino said threateningly. And with that, she ushered Sakura out the door, no matter what Sakura's protests were.

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Sasuke pulled up to the church and walked in the back door, slamming it behind him. Immediately, one of the groomsmen his parents had invited that he didn't know rushed up to him.

"Hey, Itachi! Where have you been! Come on, we've gotta brush you down!"

Sasuke glared at him coldly. "I'm not Itachi," he said. The man dragged him down the hall.

"Of course you are," he said. "Now come on!"

Sasuke found himself in a party of men that his parents knew that he didn't know. He frantically searched for any of Itachi's friends, any at all, that would recognize him. But there were none.

"Come on, Itachi, the guests are arriving, we need to get you to the front!" the man said. Sasuke tried one last time.

"I've told you, I'm NOT ITACHI!"

Suddenly, there was a cold voice behind him. "I haven't met you much, Itachi, but I can tell you right now, I don't like you."

Sasuke turned around and saw someone with deep red hair and jade eyes. A blood-red rose was thrust through his buttonhole. He glared at the Uchiha.

"I'm Sasori, your best man. Don't ask me why, I don't know. Stop lying, or I'll make you regret it," the man breathed. "You may not like having an arranged marriage, but I'm here to see you through. I'll hang you her ring and everything. But SHUT UP."

Sasuke glared, but said nothing. Sasori pushed him down the hall and towards the sanctuary. Sasuke gulped as he heard organ music. The wedding was beginning.

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Ino thrust a bouquet of flowers at Sakura. "Now remember," she said. "Go slow and take your time."

Sakura looked eagerly for her dad. He would take her up the aisle, and he'd recognize her!

But Mr. Haruno was nowhere to be seen! Instead, a man with blond hair and a weird accent stepped forward.

'You're Hana, yeah?" he said. Sakura eyed him warily. He sighed.

"You're the bride, at any rate. I'm escorting you to Itachi, yeah."

"Where's my dad?" Sakura demanded. Deidara shrugged. "Neither of your parents or Itachi's parents are here, yeah. But the show must go on, you know." And he took Sakura's arm.

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Sasuke stood at the front of the church, gazing out over the guests. What was happening to him? Sasori prodded him in the back.

"Remember, idiot," he whispered. "Don't do anything stupid."

Sasuke gulped. This was not a good wedding experience. Sasori thrust a white rose through his lapel.

"You're set."

The bride was coming down the aisle. Sasuke gulped.

OH, NO! Is Sasuke going to be FORCED to marry Sakura? Is it a conspiracy? What's going on!?!? Next on NSTM!