Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto, and I am so not him.
Chapter One: Superstar
Digging his claws over his throbbing skull, his lazy onyx orbs turned over the clock, Kakashi sighed again.
Stacks of folders of proposals, account updates, invoices, and the sorts flooded his authentic ivory table. The digits over his desktop monitor glowed and it's not helping.
He'll just have to curse his posse for tricking him into something this big, something so scandalous. This time Kakashi swore never to sign a contract when alcohol plays a major role in his circulatory and central nervous system, specially when it's Kouta Senju he's dealing with.
Kakashi knew that whatever he's tied up into- it's a big mess.
A very big one.
"Now, you can always run from me. But litigations are always a good way to settle this breach of contract."
Kakashi sighed, Kouta knew him too well. That blonde really- sometimes Kakashi had this doubt whether Kouta's a friend or a foe. Kouta knew how much he hated lawsuits, it's always bad for the business and his reputation would rot with maggots.
The plain dark blue lamps in his office and his flat screen desktop are the only things that shed light into his office, the skyscrapers and the glinting neon lights certainly annoys him.
Stern jaw from annoyance his forefinger stroked his chin, it's pretty obvious how much people really pushes him into getting a wife or a girlfriend, being one of the most eligible bachelors at the age of twenty-nine, Kakashi finds it rather odd to rush into things. Besides having a permanent woman is really troublesome.
Sure he's got a couple of escapades here and there, some were famous actresses and some were business tycoon affiliates, but settling down is too far off the hook.
……….
It's certainly dark, but the flashes of lights and cameras really made her doubt about the time. Stroking her curled pink locks from her cheeks, clutching her Prada trench coat closer to her slim form, Sakura flashed a smile at the paparazzi. Striking her famous catwalk pose, hanging her hand over her hip the media took pleasure and indulged themselves clicking their cameras.
"Sakura-san, Kouta-san sent you this. He won't be able to pick you up." A blonde man in black suit whispered in her ear as she took a velvet red box from his hands.
Voices overlapped as queries about her trip to Italy and her upcoming projects were sought answers to. Sakura giggled as she opened the box. A hand went up to her shoulder, emerald met azalea.
"You got a new ride I see." Ino hushed as she took off her Brown Dior Avaitors to get a good look at the item on Sakura's hands.
As if an unspoken agreement, they both grinned as Ino took out her Blackberry Storm from her pockets and started making calls.
While entourage helped the two get their way out of the Airport Lobby, Sakura's eyes glimmered as she saw just what that key leads up to, a black sleek and brand new car her brother just brought her.
"Sakura-san! Is that a gift from your lover?"
"Sakura-sa-."
"Is it from Uchiha Sasuke?"
The paparazzi had gone wild at the sight of her newly acquired car, a Black sleek and brand new Mercedes Benz McLaren.
……….
Sweeping his blonde bangs aside, loosening his tie, Kouta stood from his chair and looked over the busy streets below him.
His headache has finally came back, from Italy. Being a wealthy business man and a retired Navy, Kouta sure knows how to handle stress, but this one? He doesn't really know how…of course he gets by but there are moments when he's on the edge.
He loved her a lot, after the massacre of their parents, she's the only one he's got left. Of course a lot of people does envy him, having such gorgeous thing for a sister- specially when she's one of the most celebrated models of her age. Kouta was proud, but her scandals doesn't count.
Her face on the magazine covers, billboards, commercials and the sorts. Prada loves her, she smells like Chanel, walks on Manolo, carries Louis and everything designer. Glancing at his wrist watch- and right about now she's riding on McLaren.
He just sincerely hope she won't get another over speeding ticket and be on tabloids for the nth time around. Yes, she's a social butterfly, a feast for the paparazzi coz she mess up most of the time- getting arrested for drunk driving, and over speeding, stealing boyfriends of other celebrities and the sorts.
She can do it cause she's gorgeous like that, Kouta chuckled at Sakura's antics. She knew it quite too well and she's enjoying it. Maybe it's got something to do with their Half French Half Japanese bloodline, that people find her damn exotic- with that candy colored hair. Oh yes…exotic she is.
But he's had enough of her charades, ever since she left for Italy, the media started running to him and screwing him some questions about Sakura and her other issues, and that had really pushed him to the edge.
A smirk played over his thin lips, Kouta knew she'll be furious when she finds out about what he did. But who cares, it'll straighten her up. If her own brother can't keep her act together, then maybe someone with stronger push and someone who isn't her brother, someone who won't spoil her as much as he does can knock her back to her senses.
……….
"Car reviews says this car can achieve top gear acceleration 30-50 mph and 50-70 mph times of 1.7 and 2.4 seconds." Ino spoke as she took the liberty of switching on the top down, as they earn a couple of stares from people downtown.
"Care to put that to the test?" Sakura giggled as she started hitting the accelerator harder earning as fast speed at the freeway.
The neon spotlights started to be a blur and hazy that Ino decided to put the roof back on, the breeze is starting to ruin her hair as much as she hates it.
Ino snatched the hilt of her seatbelt as flashing red lights were ignored pronto, the red and black leather of the dashboard put contrast with the with the yellow and white hues of the civillian cars, Ino heard Sakura giggle as she kept watch on the road.
"I am so back." Hitting the accelerator further as they hit fast speed.
…….
1:30 am
Roponggi
The banging loud music and the neon bright label were lively at this hour, stilettos, smoke, and alcohol, grinding and fleshy outfits; a few of the probable requirements to qualify the word 'fun' to a whole new genre.
Discarding her coat and leaving it on the car seat, parking McLaren over the VIP section. The door hung up open, Sakura stepped out in her pleated Burberry skirt with its signature checkered, a black corset top and a pair of black Manolo Blahnik Pumps, her creamy long legs stretched out as she tied her pink long locks in a messy bun.
Throwing her Dior Shades at the dashboard, the blonde chuckled as she jumped out of the McLaren and stretched her arms as if greeting early morning jitters.
"How many times do I have to remind you and your probably pink skull about no alcohol before the show!!!" Ino scorned feigning an act while flailing her arms beside her head like she's frantically going crazy.
"My skull isn't pink, she should really get rid of the idea. And stop that, One Tsunade is enough in one lifetime." Sakura groaned at Ino's lame acting skill and at the idea of Tsunade thinking that her skull is actually pink.
At the other side of the street, Sakura saw a couple of civilians with their camera phones which are practically on them. She scoffed and dragged Ino inside the club just right after she gave them her 'rot-in-envy-bitches-coz-you-ain't-me' smile.
……..
Shuffling his blonde bangs away from his face, he sighed. Kouta glowered, it wasn't his alarm clock that woke him up,rather the messed up piano playing Rachmaninov, so messed up that it would make the composer run around his grave in shame.
It's giving him a headache, and it's still 6:30am. Kouta grabbed his shirt and sluggishly stepped out from his covers completely absorbed with his headache- not noticing that the horrible notes stopped playing and his door slammed open.
And the next thing he remembered was being tackled back in his king sized bed with a heavy weight on his chest and a strong scent of alcohol.
"Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba!!~"
Pink obscured his viridian orbs as he heard her sluggish incoherent words, he sighed.
"And that was…" He muttered as he felt her arms snake at his sides hugging him tighter.
This is exactly why Kouta's having a hard time whipping her good. Sakura may have a couple of tantrums here and there, but not even a child could match her sweetness and warmth.
"It's Good Morning Oniisan." Sakura chuckled as she looked up at her brother's handsome features and that typical frown he has when he smells alcohol.
"Bonjour would do." He sighed.
She just happen to be his little sister in the flesh of a gorgeous pinkette model. Kouta couldn't ask for more, she's his little princess after all. Kouta could still vaguely remember when she fumed at his new girlfriend when Sakura found her in his room- Sakura literally put on her most irritating demeanor and shoved her out of house and out of Kouta's life permanently. Sakura always love competition, for she always knew she would end up the victor- but a competition for her brother's affection is a different story, she swore to every competitor that she will certainly make their lives a living hell.
Kouta never had anything against that, she's possessive over him- he loved that because he felt about her likewise. When he was twelve, Kouta find it really hard to live in France with all the attention his parents are giving him- the expectations are choking him up from air, he wished for a sibling, and he got a princess-for one.
But sometimes, he knew he couldn't handle her as much as he wanted, Kouta could do best with spoiling, but he knew that sooner or later she'll break loose and he's just had to do something about it.
"Ne sois pas si triste, oniisan…" She said jokingly, giving him a peck on his cheeks and shifted beside him.
He sighed, completely stepping out from his mattress, Kouta met her drunken gaze. This shouldn't last long. He smirked.
"Get some sleep," He began, walking to the other side of the bed, he sat leaned closer to her stroking her pink hair away from her face.
Opening her lids, she eyed him curiously waiting for him to continue. She's drunk-yes, But she knew her brother too well when he's got a smile just like that, he's up to something.
"You're coming with me tonight, okay." Kouta finished, giving her a peck on the cheek, grabbing his Blackberry beside the Victorian themed lampshade and fixing his dark comforters over Sakura, Kouta left the room.
……..
"You're showing up tonight at the launching, right?" Kouta spoke, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel while his Bluetooth headset still stuck in his ear as he took a call.
"It's not like I have a choice." Kakashi sighed on the other line.
"Good, I'll see you tonight then. Oh, and wear Versace, if you can't afford one- tell me, I'll dress you up." Kouta spoke again, seriously…Sakura has been rubbing off on him too much. Not that he has preference with designer brands, Kouta knew Sakura's tongue works best with fashion criticism… and he just couldn't afford bickering between her and Kakashi just because he didn't wear Versace.
"Excuse me."
"Just wear it, okay? Bye." And with that Kouta Senju knew his neck is currently at the verge of breaking and his mind at the edge of exploding. Rachmaninov never sounded so scary.