**The whole story is in Sasuke's POV

My eyes cracked open and light flooded through. Ugh. I really should learn to close those blinds. This is getting very irritating being practically blinded every morning.

I started my usual ritual of hopping out of bed and immediately meditating on the floor near one of the more dimly lit corners of my room. There were scrolls everywhere so I had to quickly maneuver across the carpet as to not step on such precious information. I sat Indian style in the only available spot left and closed my eyes, letting all thoughts leave my mind. About a half an hour later when I was finished, I hopped up and jumped to my bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror.

I was 22 years old now, a graduate from one of the most prestigious business universities in Japan. My hair was a long and shaggy mess of ebony, my complexion almost unhealthily pale, and a pair of tired obsidian eyes was staring into itself through the mirror. I sighed and went to my closet to change into my business suit, having showered the night before.

I was generally a pretty boring person, and had no idea why such a crowd of women desired me. It was probably just my looks, I thought with a sad smirk as I tugged down the tie that hung from my throat. When I checked my expensive watch, I rushed downstairs. I was going to be late! I grabbed my keys from the marble kitchen island, almost uttering out a "Goodbye", when I remembered for the billionth time I didn't have anyone to say goodbye to, shutting the front door rather loudly behind me.

Upon my arrival at work, I stepped out of my car and spotted my assistant. She was clumsily trying to step out of her car with her leather bag. She was wearing a white shirt and black jacket like I was (including silk red tie) with black slacks, but her outfit definitely was a lot more feminine than mine was… somehow. She had long waist-length violet hair in a very low ponytail, with rather shaggy looking bangs above her eyes and around her face. My favorite attributes of hers, though, would have to be her lovely white eyes that had a tint of lavender, and those petal pink lips that looked quite tempting. Her name was Hyuuga Hinata.

"Hey," I shouted from across the parking lot. Her heat shot up from the bag she was still fighting to get out of the back seat of her car and those lovely eyes she had landed on me, an adorable pink blush tinting her cheeks. "A-Ano…" she started. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Uchiha-san…"

I smiled at her and repeated the greeting, snatching my bag with ease from the passenger seat (in the distance I swear I had heard Hinata make a choke of awe), heading inside the building. There was an elevator at the middle of the parking lot, which to my luck was already there when I hit the button, and I stepped inside. I heard Hinata shout in victory and a car door slam shut, and in a few seconds she was in my view rushing to catch my elevator. My foot unconsciously stepped in front of the door so it wouldn't leave just yet. "Ah!" she sighed upon entering the elevator. She hunched over panting, dropping her bag to the side, looking back up to me with a grin, a silent "thank-you." I could feel heat gathering in my cheeks and nodded my "you're welcome."

As you could probably tell, I am definitely in love with Hyuuga Hinata. I was just too lucky to get this angel landed as my assistant; she's what makes going to work here bearable. The elevator took a while because we were almost on the top floor, but it was worth every second even if we were just standing in silence. On the way, the elevator stopped pretty early on, and to my misfortune, Haruno Sakura, the office slut stepped one, who just happened to have me in her sights as of a few months ago. She had no modesty whatsoever, wearing a black mini-skirt and a hot pink low-cut blouse, showing off her chest and part of the lacy red bra underneath. Her bubblegum pink hair was hair sprayed immobile to her head in a perfect bouncy looking ponytail. Her piercing emerald eyes turned seductive cat-like slits when she saw me, and her tall heels clicked to the ground when she glided over to me.

She purred my name and wrapped her arms around my arm, making sure her breasts made some serious contact with my shoulder. I frowned at this, trying to shake her off, but the steel grip of lust didn't falter on my watch. "Sasuke-kun," she repeated. "Why don't you fire Hyuuga and make me your assistant?" I glared evilly at her. Was she really expecting me to fire somebody so she could get in my pants? How heartless. I could tell she didn't even feel anything for me, but was definitely attracted to my body.

"No."

Hinata, on the other side of Sakura, gave a sigh of relief. I knew she really needed this job.

Sakura fake-pouted and let go of me when her stop arrived. Mine and Hinata's was soon after, only a few floors away, to my discomfort.

Another perk to Hinata being my assistant was that we had the same office. I sat in the large desk in the middle of the spacious office, and she had a smaller desk that faced the door to the left of my view. I by far had the nicest office, being the CEO. Lucky for me, I was born into fortune. Everything was already in my grasp at birth. But when I was 9 years old, my brother went on a psychotic rampage, brutally murdering my whole family, me being the only survivor of the massacre. This company had been waiting for me for a while, and now here I was.

I logged into my computer and glanced over to Hinata. She dropped the leather bag next to her feet and plopped into the large cushioney chair, sighing. She looked pretty beat.

"Are you ok?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. She was trying to snuggle comfortably into the chair, resumably to find a good spot to take a nap in. "Ah," she yawned. "C-Can I take a nap, Uchiha-san?" She looked at me again with those lavendar eyes, and my heart did a little jump. "I-I'm a very light sleeper, so I-I'll hear any ph-phonecalls if there are any," Hinata pressed on.

"Of course." I smiled. "You're looking pretty tired. I want you to be at your best when working. The bench over there looks pretty suitable for a nap." Her eyes lit up and she immediately hopped out of the chair and onto the black cushioned bench, laying down and turning away from me. "Thanks," I heard her sleepily mutter.

I began working immediately when the computer logged in, knowing Hinata was probably fast asleep. Considering this, I stood and walked over to the phone on her desk and set it on the silent setting, grabbing a blanket from one of the cabinets I have had to use when working overnight and laid it out over her. She looked too peacful. I blushed again and went back to my desk.

End Chapter One.

Whew! Thanks for reading. I don't know… I think this really sucks, to be honest. It's just some idea I had today and wrote out. I SWEAR I will keep up.

Mata atode ！