When the Day Met the Night
By Herm-Own-Ninny879
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto (copyrights belong to Masashi Kishimoto), and the song 'When the Day Met the Night' by Panic at the Disco (best band ever, actually :)
Author's Note: SASUSAKU. MAJOR AU. Warning, language ensues. Naughty language, little children. (evil face)
When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky.
Or was it?
HARUNO SAKURA'S POV
"Uchiha Manor, Hokage Street…house number is…3452…" I mumbled; looking down at the address I had received from my new employer. I picked up my luggage bag and started walking down the dimly-lit, nighttime streets of Konoha City.
I felt nervous about taking this particular job, but I needed the money. I was going to enter my third year of college, and needed some money to pay off old student loans. And I'm telling you, things like restaurants and public places weren't particularly my cup of tea. So…I was stupid enough to take a job in a private manor. They needed a gardener or a maid anyway! Plus, the Uchiha Clan was the richest family in the whole city. I even heard that their family had a "yakuza" history to them. Oh well, those were rumors I had heard from my old neighbors back down at Ichiraku Avenue.
I'd see for myself when I'd get there, which would take only less than five minutes. I adjusted my dark brown detective-like coat and gulped as I entered the plaza that housed the richest of families in the city—no, I mean, the COUNTRY'S richest families. I swear, if I ever got to live here, I would BREEZE through college without extra student loans to pay.
I walked quickly past the Aburame, Uzumaki, and Hyuuga mansions and finally reached the end of Hokage Street. I looked down at the map I was given by the Uchihas' head butler a few days ago when I found out I was accepted for the job.
I stared at the huge building that loomed before me. It was quite HUGE, to be exact, and looked like Bill Gates' home or something (I've never seen Gates' home personally, though or even in pictures, so DON'T contradict me.). It was large and looming, made of brick. It looked beautifully ancient. Judging by the size of the windows, the rooms were large in size and there were so many of them. I knew that if they appointed me as a maid, I'd get SO lost in there.
But I stood before the gate, so I really couldn't see anything in the dark. The gate was large, and metal, and the tops had beautiful, intricate patterns. But through it, I could see a beautiful garden in the dark.
I groped around in the dark for the buzzer to contact the inside of this place, and finally found it after tripping over the curb twice. (TWICE, I tell you, TWICE!) I pressed it frustratingly and fixed my hair quickly. Someone spoke on the speaker in a quick, bored voice.
"What?"
Oh, crap. THAT'S how rich they were. Even their servicemen were snobby-sounding. "Uhm…I'm here for the new maid-and-or-gardener's job for the Uchiha Clan?" Shit. I probably sounded so STUPID.
"Oh, you're the new girl," the voice said sarcastically. "Come on in."
There was another loud buzz, and the gate opened slowly. I gulped and fixed my scarf quickly. I hurried in before any of the other rich people in this vicinity could see me.
This place really amazed me. There were little Christmas-like lights on the brick pathway, and the garden was framed around it. I walked up some stairs to the front door, and stared at it. It was carved with what looked like the finest wood from…I think the Amazon. The doorknocker looked utterly ancient too. I was about to ram it onto the wood to see how the wood would react to this, but then the door flew open, and there stood a brown-haired boy with dark eyes in a suit at the door.
He looked really bored, and started to speak. "Oh, you must be—" he cut his voice off when he saw me properly. "Oh! Hello there, miss, you must be the new maid-gardener person that Fugaku-sama hired," he said quite politely. I snorted, but tried to suppress it.
"Yes, that's me," I smiled softly. He stared at me even more and looked at me up and down. I rolled my eyes. This dude was nineteen, around my age.
"The name is Inuzuka Kiba, I'm the butler," he explained. "Actually, I'm the ASSISTANT butler," he emphasized. I nodded.
"I'm Haruno Sakura, and I don't know what I am yet," I said, slightly annoyed. He and I laughed for a little bit.
"Oh, come on in, it's cold out here," he said, ushering me in. Once I took off my shoes, he took them and brought them into a back room. I stood in my socks on real Persian carpet and looked down the oak hallway. It was absolutely marvelously made. Kiba raised an eyebrow at me.
"What; haven't seen a mansion before?" he snorted. I rolled my eyes once more.
"Of COURSE I have, but never the inside," I said in awe. He rolled his eyes this time and began to walk. I tottered after him, trying not to get the carpet dirty. I felt oddly underdressed in this place. He led me through the foyer.
"Fugaku-sama's currently on a business trip. You can sit here in the guest room for now," he said, opening a door. It was a HUGE, circular room filled with books. Wall-to-wall with books. There were even rolling ladders to reach for the books all the way at the top. It must've been scary trying to do that. I put down my bag carefully on the hardwood floor and looked around. There was a desk filled with little instruments, and in the opposite corner, a huge flat-screen television. A laptop computer (a MAC) was propped up on another desk, turned on and the photo booth was selected and up.
Damn, I then knew I was going to LOVE this place. I was about to climb the ladder when the door opened, and I nearly fell over onto a chair. Someone stepped in and I rolled my eyes. It was probably Kiba.
"Inuzuka, if you're trying to flirt with me like earlier, I—"
"Excuse me?" a voice said brightly. I jumped and turned around very slowly. Slowly that in that allotted time; the world could've collapsed in space because of my slowness.
At the door stood a—ahem—handsome young man. He was tall, articulate, and lean. He had long, dark hair that was put up in a very loose ponytail. His face looked mature for his age, with lines that made him look like he hadn't slept in years.
"I—I'm sorry sir, I was just—"
He merely laughed at me. I sounded stupid again. Shi-i-i-i-it. I wonder if he was one of my employers, or maybe the head butler, but his dark, cold eyes with flecks of red made me shudder. Those eyes told me that he was one of my employers—one of the Uchihas.
Okay, okay, that was major shit. I was completely freaked out.
"Don't worry," he smirked. "Are you the new maid?" he questioned, plucking a book off the shelf. He began to flip through it. I saw the cover and it said Pride and Prejudice. That was one of my favorite novels.
I nodded and shrugged. "Depends. I heard there was a position for gardener too."
"Really? Ah, that explains everything," he laughed. I folded my arms confusedly.
"What?"
"…our last maid-slash-gardener quit."
Oh shit. Here came the 'yakuza' family crap that I heard from the old ladies back at Ichiraku. I laughed in my mind at this. Ha, ha, hardy-har-hardy.
"And why?" I asked curiously. Well, I TRIED to sound curious. "Why did she quit?" I asked again. He shrugged, closed the book, and placed it back on the shelf. He sighed and turned to me, smiling his ass off. It scared me. His smile seemed dark and odd.
Oooh. Maybe the Uchihas were a part of some sort of CULT!
"Well…she didn't like my younger brother."
I raised an eyebrow. Probably his younger brother was some sadistic little four year-old. Psh. That was easy to handle. I had a monster as a little brother.
But that was no reason to quit a job.
"Ah, understandable," I shrugged, "Maybe I can deal with him."
The guy smirked and shrugged. "Well, welcome to the Uchiha Manor. My father will see you when he gets back," he explained. Oh, great. (Inner Sakura: SUSPENSE! SUSPENSE! SUSPENSE!)
"I'm Haruno Sakura," I held out a hand. This guy seemed nice enough to work for.
"Uchiha Itachi," he said, smiling back. Hmmm. His name meant weasel. Funny enough, I thought. VERY funny. I tried not to snigger.
"Nice to meet you, sir," I stated politely. I didn't want to show myself as a bitch to these rich people.
"Ugh," he shuddered, "Don't call me that, please," he rolled his eyes. "Just call me Itachi."
"Uhm…" I was still unsure. Should I add a '-Kun' or a '-san?'
"And you do NOT have to add any honorable crappy stuff to the end of my name," he said, smirking brightly. I laughed. Itachi was really nice to me. I hope his sadistic-sounding little brother was going to be nice to me.
"Righto," I laughed. "So, where can I stay?"
"Here," he shrugged. "There's a bedroom on the second floor of this room."
Whoa. I was going to stay…HERE?
"This is your room for the rest of the time you work here, Sakura. But just to tell you, my brother likes to come in here and read the books."
Ah, these books were advanced. Maybe his brother was a young teenager.
"Okay," I said, shrugging. He shook my hand again.
"Well, I've got to tell my brother you're here so you can meet him in the morning," he said brightly, "And work for the servants' starts at 6:00 AM. I think my father wants you to start with the garden."
Oh, great. Garden work at six in the morning.
"Okay," I said, keeping my inner thoughts to myself. Wow, working here was going to be…eh…fun.
"Sorry to make you start early, but my tou-san is currently on a…business trip," he said, hesitating before the words 'business trip.'
Sounded YAKUZA-like, didn't it Mrs. Tazuna from down the way? Snort. Yakuza…my ASS.
"Oh, okay," I smiled. I waved goodbye to him as he exited the door and closed it. I ran up the spiral staircase and through a door that read 'Gardener.'
I opened it and stared at it. The room was small, but it was beautiful. It was all off-white, and the bed had a canopy and it was…PLUSH. I jumped onto it and I bounced. I laughed, and turned on the desk-side lamp. I had a closet for my clothes, and my maid's uniform hung on the closet door-handle. It looked very cute, I thought. The skirt wasn't too short, and it looked like a very decent French Maid's outfit. Wow. DECENT. French maid.
I sighed and took a deep breath. I felt like I was in job HEAVEN. I stretched out on the bed, and hugged one of the silk pillows.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep, waiting for my new life to hit me in the head the next morning.
Little did I know, I would actually get to meet the sadistic little boy that Itachi called 'brother…'
Next Day
I felt groggy when I woke up the next day. I thought I was in a dream world when I saw the canopy hanging over my head. I looked down and I noticed I was still wearing my outside clothes. Scowling, I looked around for the bathroom. I finally found it through a door by the closet. It was pretty as well, and I couldn't stop staring at the tile.
That's how un-used-to-this I was. I stared at bloody TILE.
TILE. OH MAH GOD!
I brushed my teeth with my oh-so-average-looking Element toothbrush and Fukazawa toothpaste. My toothbrush and toothpaste—TOOTHPASTE—felt out-of-place in this place. Haha, I said 'place' twice.
I then changed into my new gardener's outfit (I had packed it myself). It was a pair of regular clothes. I was to change into my maid outfit later, thanks to a note from Itachi. I wore a tank-top and tied my hair back, and wore a pair of shorts. It was the middle of summer, for Pete's sake! I wasn't trying to look like a slut or anything…Psh.
And the shorts weren't that short, I'm telling you.
I then walked out of my room, down past the library, and through the foyer, and back outside the door. I walked down the brick pathway that I had followed last night, but this time, it was lit up out here, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The garden looked even prettier from the outside. There were so many varieties of flowers, ranging from a tulip, to a poinsettia bush.
I began to water the flowers, admiring the beautifulness.
And then I didn't notice someone walk into me as I watered the sunflowers. We both fell over, and the dark-haired person was mumbling something, annoyed.
"Oh! Itachi, I'm so sor—"
"I'm not Itachi," the person mumbled angrily.
SHIIT. That was DEFINITELY NOT Itachi's voice.
And that didn't sound so sadistically young.
I looked up and standing over me was a tall, dark-haired young man with obsidian eyes that made me all cold inside. He had long, black-blue hair and he was pale and handsome. I couldn't stop staring at him. (Tee-heee, his hair was shaped like a chicken's butt :D)
I'd like to say that jade clashed with onyx.
He even looked around my age.
"Uh…I'm sorry…" I tried to think of a name. Itachi might've told me, but I probably forgot.
Oh, that's right.
Itachi conveniently didn't TELL ME!
"And who are you?" he scowled at me, folding his arms as I got up quickly and brushed myself off.
"Haruno Sakura, the new gardener," I said, scowling at him, folding my arms. "And you are…?"
"Uchiha Sasuke, the person you mistook for my BROTHER," he scowled, folding his arms as well.
CRAP.
THIS was the SADISTIC LITTLE BROTHER? WOW, HOW SADISTIC IS THIS THING?
Ehhh…he looked positively 'sadistic.' Whoo. Hot-ish-sadistic. YES.
"Uhm…I'm SORRY!" I exclaimed, bowing quickly, "I'm sorry, sir!"
He rolled his eyes and scowled at me. "You're lucky this is your first day, or else if my father were here, he'd fire you immediately." He brushed past me and straight into the house.
What. A. JERK.
Wow, compared to Itachi, this guy was such an ASS. WOW.
And he had a nice ass too.
WHOA.
What did I just say?
UGH.
I CANNOT like my employer, I just CANNOT. THAT IS POSTIVELY, ABSOLUTELY RETARDED!
I tried to occupy myself by replacing some withered plants, and I put some fertilizer on the soil (which was disgusting!).
After that, I ran back into the house, took another grueling shower, and changed into my maid's outfit. I walked out the door and I bumped into Kiba.
Whoop-did-ee-dee.
"Sakura!" Kiba exclaimed. He helped me up. I dusted off my skirt and sighed, folding my arms. "Sorry about that, are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled. He raised an eyebrow.
"Looks like you just met Sasuke-sama."
"Sasuke-sama?"
Oh yeah, the dude with the nice as—I mean, the dude with the chicken-ass hair.
"Yes I just did," I grumbled, pouting and looking away. He laughed.
"He's always an ass when you first meet him," he said in a low voice, "but he's always out with…eh…his…friends."
"Oh, okay," I muttered. As long as I didn't have to deal with Sasuke all summer, I was fine.
DID I JUST SAY THAT? UGH!
"Come on, we're going to eat."
"Oka—"
Just then, the doorbell rang. Kiba mumbled an 'excuse me,' and ran past me to open the door politely.
"Ah, Naruto-sama!"
Oh.
Snapple.
Uzumaki Naruto?
Are you serious, Kiba, are you SERIOUS?
And just at that moment, HE had to come down the stairs.
Mister Hot-Looking-But-Yet-So-Horribly-CRUEL.
I joined Kiba's welcoming party and stood next to him as Mister Hot-Looking-But-Yet-So-Horribly-CRUEL walked straight past the front door and into a back room to get something, I believe. Kiba let in Uzumaki Naruto, the famous actress, Uzumaki Kushina's son.
I tried not to stare. He was an average guy, about twenty years old, Sasuke's age (I predicted, OKAY?), with shocking blonde hair that made my pupils want to bleed. He had shock-blue-ish eyes that showed happiness and joy. His face had three marks on each side, like cat whiskers. They were probably tattoos. He wore a black pinstriped suit (which made him look quite nice, if you ask me), and his slacks looked like they were from Giorgio Armani himself.
"Oooh, who's this?" Naruto said, peeking behind Kiba. Kiba laughed.
"This is Haruno Sakura; she's the Uchiha's new maid," he explained. Naruto raised his eyebrows and scanned me. Normal demeanor for the male species.
"Nice to meet you, sir," I held out a hand. He took it and stared at me as he shook my hand.
Just then, Mister Hot-Looking (I don't want to say the rest anymore) walked through the door, in a suit almost identical to Naruto's, except for the fact it wasn't pinstriped. It was all a monotonous black.
Wow.
"Let's go," Sasuke grumbled. Naruto sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Okay," he mumbled. "Nice to meet you, Miss Haruno," he said, giving me a cocky grin. Sasuke rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. I looked where his hands were.
I thought I caught a glimpse of a gun trigger.
Sasuke noticed me look at him, and he let his hands go; the jacket of the suit falling over the…gun. He scowled and gave me a death glare. I looked away quickly, twiddling my fingers. Shit. Oh, shit.
"Let's just go already?" Sasuke said, getting really pissed now. Naruto rolled his eyes and walked out the door, now held open by Kiba. Sasuke continued to stare at me suspiciously until he walked out the door, and Kiba said a 'goodbye, sirs!' and closed the door.
"Whew!" he said, leaning against the door. He then noticed my harried, annoyed expression. Well, it was more of a shocked, freaked-out expression.
He sighed and folded his arms.
"Did you see the gun Sasuke-sama was holding?" he muttered so that only I could hear. I nodded; my face white and pale.
"W-what the hell was that thing for?!" I exclaimed, but he put his hand to my mouth and shushed me. When I nodded, he put his hand down.
"Purposes," Kiba said, tense. I gaped at him.
"Purposes?! For what purpose do you need a fucking GUN for besides killing people?!"
"Exactly," Kiba groaned. "And be quiet, someone here might here you!"
What?
K-KILLING?
WHAT?
I knew there were rumors of the Uchihas being YAKUZA people…but…but…NO!
NO! FUCKING NO! WHAT WAS THIS? MAYBE THEY WERE CULT MEMBERS! YEAH, NOT YAKUZA!
CULT MEMBERS WHO SHOT EACH OTHER FOR THE FUCKING FUN OF IT! YEAH!
I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, really.
"W-what? He's going to kill someone?!"
Wow, that was a shortened version of what I thought.
"Shut up!"
Kiba suddenly grabbed my wrist, and for a split-second, I thought he was going to rape me or something, because he dragged me down the foyer, past the glittering kitchen, and opened a door in the back. He led me down a flight of stairs and more.
"What the hell—where are you taking me?" I wanted to scream. Kiba just kept on pulling me downstairs. We finally made it to the basement, which looked ancient, but very neat and clean. There was a couch, and a desk, and newspaper clippings framed the walls. I stared, and Kiba let go of me.
"Look at the newspaper clippings," he stated bluntly. I backed away from him, a little wary, and turned to the walls.
Hyuuga Yakuza Leader Found Dead – The Konoha Tribune, 1965.
Conspiracy at the National Bank – The Fire Country Bi-Weekly Journal, 1999
Uchiha Fugaku Named as Head of Shipping and Transportation in Konoha – Otogakure Quarterly, 1990
All the news articles read the same thing. They were all either about the Uchiha family, some other families that were living in this neighborhood, and they all read the same eerie message: the yakuza had been there.
In every article. Everything even mentioned the family name 'Uchiha.'
"So…get what I mean now?" Kiba sighed, looking a bit uneasy.
"The…Uchihas…they're a yakuza family, aren't they?"
Kiba nodded, closed his eyes; his arms folded and he looked down. "Yes. And Itachi is the heir to all the contraband, money, and all that gang family drudgery."
I gaped at him. I tried not to let my jaw drop, but sadly, it did. My jade eyes felt like they were burning.
"Itachi? Good ol' Itachi?" I stared at him. He nodded again, annoyed with my questions, it seemed like. But I want to get confirmation on this.
"Itachi's killed a lot of people," Kiba explained, "and he never does it pretty."
I gulped. Maybe if I had the chance, I would quit.
HELL NO. I wanted this job, and I'm keeping it. YES.
But I'm freaked out. Don't yakuza people rape innocent bystanders?!
Besides that, SASUKE.
Mister Hotness (!)-But-Arrogant! He saw me look at the gun. I'm afraid he's going to rape me to death or something, or kill me slowly and silently.
"Sasuke himself does it quick and clean, and disposes of it properly."
By 'it,' Kiba meant the body. The…body…oh, shit. Wow. Now, Kiba, THAT REALLY HELPED ME HERE! "THAT DOES NOT HELP ME IN THIS SITUATION RIGHT NOW! THE JOB TRANSCRIPT DID NOT SAY WATCH THE TWENTY YEAR-OLD FUTURE YAKUZA HEIRS!"
"Neither did MINE!" Kiba exclaimed, flailing his arms. I plopped down on the couch and buried my face in my hands and screamed in frustration. Kiba rolled his eyes at me. WHY, WHY, WHY?
BLAH.
"They're a kind family, you'll like them!" Kiba said reasonably. I stared at him with a frustrated look on my face.
I guess it was time to make a valid decision. I needed the money anyway, and this was the highest-paying, offered job in the whole city. I HAD to keep it.
So then, I said, right to Kiba's shocked face,
"A very kind YAKUZA family, that is!" I said frantically. WOW. HOW REASONABLE. "Kiba, I'm keeping my job, but if I get raped, annoyed, pestered, or if I get in trouble for putting the wrong fertilizer or burning a hole in Sasuke's boxers, I'm going to QUIT and tell the press!"
Heh. Maybe I'll try burning a hole in Mister Hotness' pants tonight to save my pink head… (Stages an evil laugh.)
Author's Note: WHOA. This story was ten whopping pages on Microsoft Word. I feel so proud. Should I continue it?
I'd love it if you'd review.