Yeah!! New Story! This idea for the stroy just totally popped into my head. Now while writing this story I realized that Sakura's parent's names are never mentioned so I made some up. Sakura's parent's names are Airi and Kiyoshi Haruno. I hope you guys like it and enjoy! : )
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!!!
Chapter 1: Burning the House Down and Moving In
"Yes, yes I'll make sure I get that done, Mr. Fuji," Mr. Haruno said to his boss. "Yes, everything will be ready tomorrow…WHAT THE….?!"
Sakura's dad dropped his cell phone on the ground as his mouth fell open. His daughter, Sakura Haruno got up from the curb and dusted herself off.
"Hi Dad," she smiled nervously.
"Sakura…WHY IS OUR HOUSE BURNT TO THE GROUND!!!" Sakura's dad screamed as he glared at his daughter.
"Well, I was cooking dinner and then I went into the living room to call Ino and I sort of forget about it," Sakura explained as best as she could.
Her dad fell down on his knees. "M-my bottle cap collection," he muttered sadly.
"Dad," Sakura said annoyed. "You've had that collection since you were twelve."
Mr. Haruno got off the ground and collected himself. "Did you try to put the fire out?" her dad tried to ask calmly.
"Yeah, I went into the kitchen and the towel I put over the pot on the stove caught on fire. I tried to put it out with a broom, but that didn't go so well." Sakura explained.
"Sakura," her dad said bitterly. "You don't use a broom to put out a fire."
"I know that now," Sakura said. "So by the time the firemen got here, there was pretty much nothing to save."
Sakura's dad bent over to retrieve his cell phone. "Mr. Fuji…yeah I might be a little late tomorrow," he sighed into his cell.
"Yes…yes…I understand," her dad nodded his head as he listened to his boss.
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow," he finished snapping his cell phone shut.
He glanced at his daughter before he pulled her into a hug. "Well, at least you're safe," her dad muttered kissing the top of her head.
"Ok, ok," Sakura shrieked trying to escape her father's grasp. "You don't have to get all mushy."
Sakura fixed her hair and straightened out her shirt.
"So…where are we going to live?" Sakura wondered.
"We'll just have to find somewhere to stay temporarily until I can have our house rebuilt," Mr. Haruno said miserably looking at the chard remains of their house.
"My baseball card collection," he whined looking at the rubble.
Sakura gave her dad a look. "You had too many collections anyway."
"Now I have none," her dad glared at her.
"Can we stay at Ino's?" Sakura grinned hoping for a yes.
"No way, I do not need both of you troublemakers under the same roof," her dad implied. "Come on, were going to stay at the hotel three blocks down, until I can find something," he instructed his daughter and got into the car.
They checked into the Paradise Hotel, their room's right next to each other. Sakura's father went off to work the next day while Sakura sat in her bed and flipped through the channels offered by the lame cable company the hotel had. She had convinced her dad to let her skip school. Later in the evening her dad came rushing into her room smiling.
"I found a place where we can stay," he panted catching his breath. "I was going through my address book calling everyone I know and I came across an old college friend of mine," he said.
"Yeah," Sakura said her eyes glued to the TV.
"I couldn't believe I still had his number, I haven't talked to him in ages, so I called him up and he said he had plenty of room for you and me to stay awhile," he finished still smiling.
"That's great," Sakura beamed looking at her dad for the first time since he came into the room.
"We got a chance to catch up and everything and I found out were both single men, well…his wife died in a car crash, so sad," he muttered shaking his head.
"And your wife divorced you and she's living across the country with her new husband and 2 kids," Sakura pointed out.
"Anyway," he glared at his daughter, "He said we can come by at 10:00 on Friday and since I don't have to work on Friday, it's perfect," he squealed.
"Ok dad, calm down," Sakura rolled her eyes.
"He also asked me what your favorite color was and that he can have a room ready for you tomorrow."
"OMG!" Sakura screamed. "MY OWN ROOM!"
Friday 9:50 a.m.
"Ok Sakura, now remember your manners," her father warned her as the drove up to the gate.
"I'm not a child," Sakura glared at him. "I know what to do."
A man in a tailored black suit came up to the car as her father rolled the window down.
"Do you have an appointment sir?" he asked.
Sakura looked through the windshield and saw a huge white mansion. Three limos were parked in the front on the grass being washed by more guys in black suits.
"Umm…dad is this the right address?" Sakura gasped looking around outside her window.
"I'm Mr. Haruno," her dad explained. "Sakura, get your head out of the window."
"Oh yes , you may drive through," the servant instructed.
"What does your friend do?" Sakura asked looking at the red and yellow roses planted in the garden, a fountain in the middle. Water was pouring out of a jug a women was holding.
"Well, in college we both wanted to go into business, but I changed my major to accounting my sophomore year, but we still remained friends," her dad smiled pulling into the driveway.
"Cool," Sakura said.
"I remember this one time we put a snake in the girl's locker room," her dad giggled like a girl.
"Dad, isn't that a bit childish?" Sakura clarified unbuckling her seatbelt.
"No, it was not," her dad said defensively. "If we didn't do it he would have never met his wife. You should have seen the way they ran out of the building."
"While she was running away from a snake," Sakura said slowly trying to imagine it happening.
"Yeah, she just jumped into his arms and they connected right there," he explained locking the car doors back.
The two walked up the steps and ringed the doorbell. Another servant answered it and he ushered them inside. They were told to sit on the couch in the living room while the servant went up a flight of steps.
Sakura and her father glanced around the living room. It was huge; the living room itself was probably bigger than their entire house. The theme in the room seem to be earth tones with a splash of black here and there. They heard footsteps and stood up. Sakura watched as a handsome older man came down the stairs.
He was dressed in a gray three-piece suit with a blue tie. His long black hair brushed against the collar of his suit jacket. His eyes were black as midnight; Sakura could hardly see his pupils. He stopped in front of her father and they looked at each other before they both chuckled and gave each other a brotherly hug.
"Good to see you, Fugaku!" her dad said letting go of his friend.
"Yes, it's been a long time Kiyoshi," Mr. Uchiha said.
Mr. Uchiha turned to greet her. "You must be his beautiful daughter Sakura," he said shaking her hand. He wasn't smiling which made him look very intimidating.
"Yes, Mr. Uchiha," Sakura said weakly.
"She looks a lot like Airi did in college," he implied turning back to her father.
"She does," he father smiled down at his daughter. "Well, this is a very nice place you got here," he admitted looking around.
"It's fair enough," Mr. Uchiha answered.
"So what are you doing?" her father asked.
"I have my own company, Uchiha Enterprise."
"Really?" he dad said in shock his mouth falling open.
Sakura studied the stern man as he talked to her father. She couldn't believe her dad was a friend with this guy; her dad was so carefree, wild, and boarding insane while Mr. Uchiha was like a…rock. She found it hard to believe Mr. Uchiha was the one to put a snake in the college girls' locker room. That was more of something her dad would do.
"Yes, and hopefully my sons can take over when I get old," he joked dryly.
"Sons," Sakura and her dad said together.
"Oh, yes, Surge, go obtain Itachi and Sasuke," Mr. Uchiha commanded to the servant.
Sakura watched as the servant, Surge quickly walked up the steps to find Mr. Uchiha's sons. Sakura fixed her hair and straightened her skirt. If his sons were as good-looking as him, she had to look spectacular. She walked over to a nearby mirror and tried to fix herself up.
"I need some lip gloss," Sakura whispered. She absentmindedly reached for a purse, which she didn't have.
"Oh, that's right, it burned in the fire," Sakura remembered. She licked her lips a couple of times and fixed her clothes as she heard her dad and still talking in the background.
"So what are you doing?" Mr. Uchiha asked her dad.
"I work at a bank near the 3rd street-"
Sakura stopped listening as she saw three figures making there way down the stairs. When the servant moved, Sakura got a good look at the sons.
"Oh my hotness," Sakura thought.
The tall one had long beautiful jet-black hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, pieces framing his gorgeous face. He had the black eyes like his father, pale skin and Sakura could make out muscles in the loose fitting shirt he was wearing.
The shorter one had raven colored spiky hair that went in all different directions, deep onyx eyes and the same pale skin. He too was built. He had a scowl on his face, which Sakura thought made him even hotter.
"This is Itachi, my oldest son" Mr. Uchiha said referring to the taller one. "And this is Sasuke, my younger son."
"Hi," Sakura started, "I'm-"
"Has anyone seen my black shirt with the dragons on it?" Sakura heard a deep voice say coming down the stairs.
"No Gaara," Sasuke answered boredly.
Gaara had crimson blood red locks, pale skin, and jade green eyes with heavy black eyeliner surrounding them. He had a dark aura coming from him. Sakura noticed his ears were pierced three times and there was a tattoo on his forehead.
"This is Gaara, one of Sasuke's friends, he stays with us," Mr. Uchiha explained as Gaara joined the group. "Family issues."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone one entering the room with a book in his hand. He had such an angelic face; he had short-cropped red hair, and cinnamon brown orbs. His face was emotionless as he just stared at her from across the room.
"Sasori, one of Itachi's friends, he stays with us too," Mr. Uchiha said.
"How many hot guys are in this place?" Sakura thought to herself.
The front door opened and in walked someone else. He had long chocolate brown locks tied back in a loose low ponytail; pale skin seemed very common with everyone in the house Sakura noticed. She saw his slender muscles through the thin shirt he was wearing. He closed the door and looked up at the crowd standing in the living room with pearly white eyes.
"I didn't know we had company," his deep voice said as he walked in.
"This is Neji, he is an exchange student that is staying with us and that would be everybody," Mr. Uchiha informed them.
"Itachi, Sasuke, Gaara, Sasori, and Neji I would like you to meet Mr. Haruno and his daughter Sakura, they will be staying with us for a while," he instructed everyone.
Mr. Haruno gazed at the young men standing three feet away from him. All these guys were going to be living in the same house as his daughter. This wasn't going to work.
All of the guys looked at Sakura as she fluttered her long dark lashes at them. Her emerald green eyes her half opened. What took them by surprise was her long bright pink hair.
"Freak," Sasuke thought as she batted her eyes at them.
"Hi, I'm Sakura," she said holding her hand out to them. The guys observed the small, smooth hand with pink nail polish waiting in front of them.
Neji turned and started to walk up the stairs. "I have homework to finish."
Gaara followed him up the steps. "I have to find my shirt, I'm going out later."
Sasori walked back to the room he was in before. "I need to finish reading this book for class."
Sasuke frowned at her. "Hn," was all he said before leaving the room to go outside into the garden.
Mr. Haruno smiled to himself. He had nothing to worry about since none of the guys seem to take an interest in Sakura.
Sakura on the other hand was very mad. "How rude, they didn't even say anything to me," Sakura growled.
Itachi the only one left in the room walked up to Sakura and lifted her hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly. "It was very nice to meet you, Sakura,' he smirked. Sakura blushed deeply and giggled a little.
"He is so hot," Sakura sighed, thinking about the how it felt to have his soft lips on her hand.
"Mr. Haruno," he said shaking her father's hand before leaving.
"Itachi's the only one that really uses his manners," Mr. Uchiha told them. "He's a ladies man."
Gaara came back down the stairs to pick something off a table sitting near the door.
"Gaara," Mr. Uchiha called.
"Yes," Gaara answered strolling over.
"Would you show Miss. Haruno where her room is?"
"Sure," he said kind of annoyed that he had to show her around. "Where is it?"
"Right in between yours and Neji's rooms," Mr. Uchiha smirked.
"I'll show you where your room is," Mr. Uchiha said to her father. Sakura watched as the two left talking about the good old days. She glanced back over at Gaara who was glaring at her.
"Come on," he snapped taking the steps three at a time. Sakura followed him as best she could. When they reached the second floor Sakura saw eleven doors.
"Ok, our rooms are up here," he pointed out. "They're four bathrooms and the last door is the closet."
He walked over to a plain door and opened it. "This is your room." He then strolled over to a red door. "This is my room, as long as you don't go into my room, bother me, or talk to me, we will get along just fine," he said disappearing into the room.
"So basically you want me to stay out of your way," Sakura said bitterly. How was she going to get any of these hot guys to notice her?
"Exactly," Gaara smirked popping his head out of the doorway. "You sure catch on fast."
He slammed his door shut and all Sakura could hear was the shouting and screaming coming from the radio he had just turned on. Sakura sighed as she walked into her new room.
"OH MY GOSH!!!" Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs. The room was huge. In the middle was a large four-post bed with a canopy it was pink, her favorite color. There was a dresser, nightstand, and a make-up table that all matched the bed. Sakura saw a closet and ran over to open the door. It was empty, but it was huge. Another door was off to the side, Sakura opened it and it was a shoe closet, a closet just for shoes!
Sakura ran over to the bed and started to jump on it squealing like a little girl in a candy store, shaking her hair around her skirt riding up with each jump.
"Could you keep it down?" an angry voice said from the door. Sakura froze and turned around to see Neji glaring at her from the doorway. Sakura jumped of the bed as if it was on fire and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Neji, is it?" she gasped as she tried to slow down her breathing. "What brings you here?"
"Maybe he came to ask me something," Sakura smiled.
"I just came to see what was squealing like a pig and found you," Neji said just standing there still frowning. He turned to leave.
"Wait," Sakura howled following him into the hallway.
"What?" he snapped getting very angry that this pink-haired girl was wasting his time.
"I was wondering if…" Sakura started playing with her hair. If he wasn't so hot maybe so could say this easier.
"If I would what?" Neji asked growing impatient.
"If you could give me a tour of the house," Sakura blurted out quickly. She blushed when she felt him staring her down. Sasuke then decided to walk down the hallway at that exact moment.
"Uchiha," Neji yelled. "This girl wants a tour of the house."
"Umm...it's Sakura," Sakura corrected him.
Sasuke glared at her before turning his glaze to Neji. "Why are you telling me?"
"Well, it is your house," Neji pointed out. "And besides, I have work to do."
Sakura watched as Neji left his hair swinging back and forth.
Sasuke glared at Sakura as he followed Neji down the stairs. "Come on pinky," she heard him growl.
"It's Sakura," she snapped loudly getting tired of people not at calling her by her correct name. Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks turned around and pushed her against the wall. He hovered over her, his breath tickling her exposed neck.
"Nobody talks to me like that," he snarled looking down at her. "You got that?"
Sakura got really mad. Who did this guy think he was pushing her against walls and standing so close to her? Well, it wouldn't be so bad if they were making out, but instead she was getting yelled at for nothing. She was not a pushover, no matter how hot or cute the guy was. Sakura had enough of this. She brought her foot down hard on Sasuke's foot crushing his toes. She heard him hiss as he backed away from her to hold his foot.
"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?" Sakura said irritated herself. She stormed quickly up the stairs.
"I can't believe I thought you were sexy," she bellowed loudly.
"What?" Sasuke grimaced holding his foot. Sakura froze in her tracks and turned around to see Sasuke looking at her with a smirk on his face. Sakura ran quickly up the steps to her room locking the door behind her. She leaned against the door trying to catch her breath.
She had not only told that jerk that he was sexy, but now he knew she had the hots for him. Sakura sighed and threw herself on her bed deciding to take a well-deserved nap.
Sakura heard a knock on the door and jumped up from her bed. She rubbed her eyes and quickly fixed her hair and opened the door a crack.
"Miss Haruno, dinner is ready," a servant told her through the tiny crack.
"Thank you," Sakura mumbled her thanks and closed the door back.
"I need to change," Sakura whined running to the closet when she remembered she didn't have any clothes.
She looked at herself in the mirror at her wrinkled blouse and skirt. She straightened them out as best she could. She opened her door and quickly ran over to the nearest bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and gathered all her hair and up it into a ponytail.
"I guess I don't look half bad," Sakura told her reflection. She left the bathroom after washing her hands and walked down the steps. A servant guided her to the kitchen. She saw that she was the last person to arrive to dinner. Only two seats were left one beside Sasuke and the other next to Sasori. Sakura quickly took the seat next to Sasori and pushed her chair in.
Sasuke smirked at her from across the table. "You sure you don't want to sit next to me?" he chuckled his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I thought you want to sit next to such a se-"
Sakura kicked him under the table just as the servants brought out the food. A covered silver plate was sat in front of her. The servant removed the cover to reveal a tiny salad. They then sprinkled a dab of virgin oil over it.
"Um...this is our dinner?" Sakura said hesitantly looking at the tiny salad bowl.
Everyone was silent for a second before they started laughing. Sasori beside her let out a few chuckles. Sasuke was laughing the loudest probably to get on her nerves. His laugh sounded so fake, he was trying way to hard.
"Sakura, sweetie, this is just the first course," he smiling dad explained.
"I knew that," Sakura blushed deeply looking down at her plate.
"She looks like a tomato," Gaara gasped in between laughs.
Everyone then calmed down. Mr. Uchiha's face was emotionless.
Sakura smiled slightly at Mr. Uchiha and her dad at the other end of the table. She noticed her dad was wearing a new shirt.
"Where did you get that?" Sakura nodding at this new clothing.
"Oh, Fugaku let me borrow it," he dad smiled at his friend. Her dad thought for a second before he remembered. "That's right, you don't have any clothes."
"Well, since tomorrow is Saturday, why don't I give you some money and you can go shopping, and buy whatever you want?" Mr. Uchiha suggested sipping his water.
"Really?" Sakura said her hands clasped together her eyes sparkling.
"That's not really necessary, Fugaku," her dad tried to talk out of it.
"It's not a problem; my boys can take her to the mall."
"No way," Sasuke said angrily standing up. "I have plans tomorrow."
"So do I," Itachi's deep voice said.
"Well, then I guess you better cancel then," Mr. Uchiha glared at his sons.
Gaara laughed at Itachi and Sasuke as the servants brought out the next course.
"Why are you laughing Mr. Subaku?" Mr. Uchiha smirked. "You're going along with them too."
"What?" Gaara hissed.
"As a matter of fact, all of you are going, it will give you guys a chance to catch up with our newest guest," Mr. Uchiha smirked picking up his knife to cut his steak.
Five pairs of eyes glared at her. Sakura glanced at Itachi and saw he was glaring at her too.
"Great, I thought he would be on my side," Sakura thought as she picked at her steak.
It felt like if they were going to glare anymore at her, they would melt her clothes off. Not like it mattered anyway. If a hot girl was naked in front of these cold guys they probably wouldn't even give her a second glance.
The rest of dinner went by painfully slow. After it was over, Sakura quickly took shelter in her room. Her dad went off to go play chess with Mr. Uchiha and told her he see her in the morning.
Sakura sat on her bed thinking about her day. When she first saw all five off these hot guys, she thought it would be a dream come true, too bad it turned out to be a bad nightmare.
Feeling tired, Sakura got up and left her room and went to the hallway closet. She found a cubby space with her name on it and found fresh red towels waiting for her. Sakura took one out and rubbed it against her face, it was so soft. She found brand new bottles of shampoo, body wash, and lotion. She quickly grabbed them and opened the bathroom door.
The bathroom was beautiful with silver and black fixtures and tile floor. She turned on the shower and waited it for it to get hot and steamy. While she waited a women servant knocked on the door and asked if she wanted her to wash her clothes. Sakura handed them over her. She told Sakura they would be ready tomorrow morning.
After she left, Sakura hopped in and lathered herself with the strawberry body wash and scrubbed herself clean.
When she was done, Sakura got out of the shower and wrapped the tiny red towel around her body. Sakura then realized that she had no clothes to change into. She opened the bathroom down and peeked down the hallway.
All she had to do was run down the long hallway to her bedroom and she would be safe.
She checked to make sure the coast was clear and stepped out into the hallway. She closed the bathroom door back and started to make her way towards her room. She was halfway there before she heard someone clear their throat.
Sakura froze, but didn't turn around to see who it was.
"Why are you in the hallway, dripping wet, in a little red towel?" a voice asked her.
And that is all for now. You guys may probably hate me for stopping there, but it was the perfect spot. Now I know that this was probably not the funniest chapter, I promise it will get better; I just had to introduce everything. I will update as soon as I can. I know I shouldn't be starting another story since I'm working on Tomboy to Princess but I couldn't resist. Tell me what you think. Until later!!!