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Pokerface

Paris, France

He stood at the bar with his sunglasses on. It was too damn bright outside and he tried to come inside to hide from the blazing sun, but the tavern had big windows that let in tons of sunlight so he didn't want to take off his shades still. He didn't like coming to foreign places, personally. He liked to stay back in Japan and going to island and major asian cities to do his business and then go back to his place to hang around and maybe hang out with his older brother.

That was probably the worst thing about his job. He had to do these stupid international business when his brother didn't want to.

Uchiha Sasuke, a fresh out-of-college twenty-two year old, stood at the bar with a full glass of beer in his hand, looking absolutely bored with himself. His black hair slicked back with the tiniest bit of hair gel to keep his bangs out of his face, dressed in a button-up shirt and black jeans to wear and his older brother's watch on his right wrist, he looked like he could blend in with the crowd of France, really. However, whenever someone strolled by, an obvious citizen of Europe's leading fashion and trading partner, they could avert their gazes and mumble to their companions about how he looked too casual to be in a bar. At least, that's what Sasuke thinks they're saying, since he never bothered to learn French to save his life; he didn't care for foreign language, unless it had to do with him wanting to learn it.

But, alas, he didn't care.

Gazing at his glass of beer, Sasuke picked it up and chugged a few gulps down and sighed. Looking at his watch, he counted down the hours he had left before he could go on the plane back home. He couldn't wait to go home and blame his brother for the two days of hell in a country he knew nothing about, let alone with no backup or friends. He wanted to have his brother pay for the ticket that came from his own pocket money, the beer he's drinking now and a tip for saving his ass by taking his job when he didn't want to.

Hearing sirens coming up, Sasuke lazily turned himself around and leaned on his elbows to see police cars zoom by the windows, tilting his head curiously. He has been wondering when they would show up, since it was France after all. Sasuke's only seen movies of France with police chases and the bad guy with a thick accent, or something, and the weird noises of their sirens ringing in his ears. He smirked, finishing the last of his beer before leaving a small tip and heading to the door.

The door slammed open with three policemen shuffling inside, yelling something in French to the people in the bar, who all gave nervous glances to Sasuke, he noticed. He stepped back when one of the policemen stood up to Sasuke, yelling in what seemed to be a question and backing him up to the nearest wall. The bartender said something but he doubted it was anything good for Sasuke's end. The cop continued to question Sasuke and all he did was shrug and raise his hands.

'Itachi better fucking answer the phone if I have to call him...' Sasuke thought bitterly when the other one came to help him cuff his hands. Behind his shades, Sasuke rolled his eyes when his face was shoved against the wall by the sweaty hand of the French man. With his ears, he heard the door jingle open and a feminine voice bursting into the cloud of rambles and yelling, instantly shutting up all three policemen and the occupants of the bar.

The cop who cuffed Sasuke yanked his head off the wall and he came face-to-face with a small, petite-looking woman with pink hair, green eyes and sandaled feet that were tapping on the tiled floor with anger and frustration. He blinked, oblivious on what the woman was saying, watching how her perfect teeth bit her lip when she finished talking to the cop, who sputtered and gestured to Sasuke with accusation.

The woman rolled her eyes in a feisty way - a way that Sasuke found attractive - before she shoved the officer on the shoulder with a shriek and pointing to Sasuke's bound wrist, and the shocked man nodded slowly and proceeded to remove the bracelets from him. The woman pulled Sasuke to his side, who was still silent and confused all the same while she continued to jabber at the three cops, sounding offended and pissed at the same time.

Sasuke watched with blank amusement when the head policeman tipped his head and mumbled on what to be an apology, and the woman…

Slap!

With her delicate-looking hand, the woman slammed her palm against the man's face harshly, cursing in the foreign language before grabbing Sasuke's hand and pulling him out of the bar, leaving the cops and civilians with big eyes and worried frowns.

The heating sun was boiling his skin already, and Sasuke really didn't want to be pulled anywhere by a stranger. However, the woman was just doing that and it gave Sasuke to check her profile out. She had a light green summer dress on with a black shoulderbag, her pink hair was wrapped in a messy bun and her curves and bottom looked good and-!

"Oi...Oi!" Sasuke bursted out after a moment of being lulled around, yanking his arm out of her hold. The woman stopped walking and looked back to him with a raised brow.

"What?" she said in perfect Japanese, which actually surprised Sasuke.

"You speak Japanese?" he asked dumbly, watching her roll her eyes again in that way Sasuke was liking more and more each time she does it.

"Of course I speak Japanese, I'm from Japan, you numbnuts," she sniffed and shifted her weight to one leg and crossed her arms. "You know, it would be common courtesy to say 'thank you' to someone who saved your ass from the police. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have had the chance to set foot back in Japan for a year at most."

"What the hell was going on?"

"Some politician got murdered down the street in a private room and a witness was talking about how a male with asian features was at the scene," she shrugged, and Sasuke inwardly blanched. "Something about being on tape, but the figure was way too blurry to distinguish."

Sasuke blinked and pushed his shades up to the crown of his head, taking in her bright colors with a blinding squint. "So what did you tell the cops when they were trying to arrest me."

She shifted her head, tilting her chin up and Sasuke just looked at her pale and pretty neck. "I told them you were my husband, recently married-" Sasuke frowned "- and we were on our honeymoon; I wanted to buy myself a cake and told you to meet me at the bar back there, just waiting and not to really initiate a conversation without me. I told them you didn't know any French, but I practically begged you to take me there for our honeymoon."

"Hn," Sasuke hummed and looked around, where everyone was following the sound of a siren with curiosity, completely avoiding the two in the middle of the walkway. The sound of her sandal tapping on the ground caught his attention again. "So...what did you tell them?"

The woman smirked naughtily and swayed her hips with self satisfaction. "I told them that my husband was too dumb to go and try to murder anyone, that I practically had to get you out of bed today. I was completely offended that they would accuse two honeymooners for a murder of a politician that I can't say his name; and they said they were sorry, but I slapped them and called them dirty swine for being so racist."

"Wow."

"So, do I get a thanks, or are you one of those idiots who find being saved by a woman unmanly?" she sighed, looking like she didn't really want to waste anymore time with Sasuke if he wasn't going to do anything, and he smirked at that.

"First," he said slowly, making her raise a brow again, "I'd like a name of my 'hero'."

She laughed quietly, and he liked that. "My name is Sakura. Uzumaki Sakura," she said and stuck out her hand for a shake. He returned his willingly and responded with his own name, to which she nodded in understanding.

"So...thanks, for all that," Sasuke said with a snap when their hands let go, but he could still feel the tingle at his fingertips. "What are you doing all the way in France anyway, Sakura?"

"I'm graduating from medical school next year, and they had a required semester to spend in France to get into the hospitals and business," she shrugged. "I'm actually heading back to Japan tonight; all my stuff has been packed and shipped back to my place, so I just wanted to get a treat for the road when I saw you get pushed against the wall. I could ask you the same thing since you look like a person who wouldn't want to be in France in the first place."

Sasuke tsk-ed and shook his head. "My older brother...I made a deal with him to go and deliver something for his work and I ended up staying longer than I wanted. He's a businessman who works all over the place and he apparently didn't want to go."

"Aww, such a good boy to his nii-chan," Sakura teased lightly and poked his dress-shirt. "Well, you looked like you needed help, so I suppose I should have done something great before leaving."

"Saving my sorry ass?"

"Slapping a cop. You couldn't get away with that in Japan if you live there, you know," she smiled brightly. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Sasuke and I hope you have a safe trip home. Don't look so foreign in a bar anymore, m'kay?" Sakura winked cutely and twirled around to begin walking away, but Sasuke was quick enough to catch her fingers to stop her. When she looked at him again with a questionable blink, and Sasuke swore that his chest twisted.

"For saving me from French prison, allow me to thank you properly...like a gentleman," he said the last part with a snarky smirk on his face and stepped up to her. "Allow me to treat you to dinner before you get on your plane; there's enough time to dine in somewhere fancy, and I'll pay for it all."

"Sounds like you're trying to flirt with me, Mr. Uchiha," she said with a knowing smile.

"Is it working?" He swore to God that he has never been like this before. It was usually Itachi who would try to be suave and gentle with the ladies.

When Sakura shrugged and looped her soft arm around his, Sasuke had to thank Itachi for sending his ass to France, the place he never wanted to spend more than hours in unless something beneficial for Sasuke came out of it.

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Russian roulette is not the same without a gun.

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Two Years Later

Kyoto, Japan

Sasuke pulled the trigger, setting off the silent bullet as blood and bits of flesh shot out of the back of his victim, who gurgled his last breath and fell from his velvet chair in the private poker room. Shoving his gun into the hidden pocket of his black coat, Sasuke viewed the mess he made in the manner of a minute. Four dead bodies were sprawled on the floor, one's face planted on the table where cards and chips spewed everywhere, and the last one who just slid under the table and dropping his small pistol in the process while Sasuke finished the job. Running his fingers through his black hair, Sasuke craned his neck and kicked a spade card off his black shoes before turning to the door to exit.

Pulling out his cellphone, Sasuke pushed it against his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. "Oi, Father, the head and members of the gang are dead. You can cross off their profiles for the boss now, or I can do it tomorrow."

"You're not coming back to the office?" Fugaku, Sasuke's father and co-worker asked in a stoic-tone, just like his youngest son.

Sasuke snorted and pushed his way out of the room and into the hallway. "It's two in the morning and I want to go home. If it's such a big deal to have it done then give it to Nii-san," he snapped a bit. He's been gone from home for about four days and was expected to come back in two more days, however Sasuke took care of the job quicker than expected and doesn't plan on waiting anymore. He was tired.

"Don't get bitchy with me, son, I don't make the rules here," Fugaku growled back and Sasuke smirked once he exited the casino into the slightly-chilly night. He looked for his parked rented car just where he left it. "Just go home and I'll take care of it. I'll make sure to let your mother know that you said hello."

"Bye," Sasuke mumbled before ending the call. He got into his car and started the engine, being glad that he was able to leave the building without suspicion. He had improved on his body language much more for security guards and cameras now, and he didn't mind boasting about it with his father and older brother.

Getting onto the freeway, Sasuke checked his voicemails for any missed calls. One was the only thing that mattered to him, listening to the soft voice that was recorded specially for him; he smirked a little bit at the tone, tired yet excited on how she was counting the days for him to come home and have made a meal for him. He didn't plan on calling back, since it was given at eight and he was pretty sure that she was asleep or close to it at this point - he knows how much of a nightowl she could be.

It took him an hour to get home, but not before stopping at a gas station to exchange cars with his coworker, just to drive his own car into the garage and kill the engine. Flipping his compartment open, Sasuke pulled out a silver ring and proceeded to slip it onto his left ring finger while checking to see all the lights of the western-styled house off and drapes closed, besides the blue light flickering in the room he knew all too well. Getting out of his car and exiting the garage, Sasuke looked out to the street of the neighborhood. All houses in a big space away from each other, green grass and tall trees, everything seemed normal.

Taking out his keys and opening the back door, Sasuke slipped inside and shut the door and locked the bolt. The kitchen was empty and spotless, as he would assume it was her doing, and kicked off his shoes and coat in the closet - in the far back where the winter apparel usually would be stowed away. He made his way farther into the house and could hear the TV on upstairs as he slipped up the steps swiftly and quietly.

He passed the photos hung on the wall in the hallway, glancing at a couple of them and the ones on the desk in the hallway before creeping the door open to the master bedroom. Looking inside, it was as exactly as he left it. Some clothes sprawled on the floor, a pair of heels on the chair that decorated the room and his socks peppered here and there. He could smile at it, hearing from that she was planning on cleaning the bedroom before he came home, but he knew she would have waited for that to be last on her list of to-do's.

Strolling in, Sasuke peered to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, where the dark blanket and pillows were placed neatly and tidly...except for the anatomy curled in the middle of it.

Sakura laid there on her side, wearing his casual button-up shirt and underwear. Her long, pastel hair was spilled all around her head and a book was clutched in her hand, the title of The Human Brain: The Mysteries and Wonders written on the cover. Sasuke carefully slipped the book from her delicate fingers and marked the page she left off on, setting it on the nightstand while she shifted in her sleep and rolled to her back, allowing Sasuke to get a nice view of her chest. It was partly buttoned and the angle she was in made her breasts stick out and move with every slow breath she took.

Chuckling quietly, Sasuke crawled into the bed and sat beside her, gently touching her cheek with his thumb to feel the silky texture of her skin. She didn't stir and he bent his head down to kiss her exposed forehead.

"Sakura, baby, wake up," he said softly, brushing his knuckles against her cheekbone. He heard her exhale long, and he smirked again. "Baby, I'm home."

He knelt and pressed a soft kiss to her tired lips when she made a noise, and continued to kiss her mouth with such care as she stretched and whined to force herself away. He pulled away from her lips when her long eyelashes tickled him and moved to her jaw and neck, letting her fingers thread through his inky hair and pull him closer.

"Sss'sske-knnn…" she groaned and rubbed her eye with her free hand. "I thought you weren't coming home 'til the weekend..?"

Sasuke wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead again before meeting her sleepy, yet sparkly emerald eyes. "The convention ended for me. They didn't need my help anymore, so I got the next flight home."

"How was Seoul?" she asked and linked fingers with his hand that was touching her hair. "You should have called me, I could have made something for you to eat when you got home. I know you don't like plane food."

"That's alright," he responded and kissed her knuckle. "I got a bite before I got on the plane and I'll be fine until morning. The flight was so annoying."

She grinned, and Sasuke's heart fluttered. "You always say that when you have to leave Japan, Sasuke-kun. Did you speak Korean there?"

"God no," Sasuke frowned and kissed Sakura's neck again. He heard her sigh and tangle her hands in his hair as he trailed the sensual kissed down to her collarbone as his own fingers fiddled with the buttons of the shirt she was wearing; he gently nipped the top of her breast and kissed it before resting his head to where he could hear her heartbeat thumping wantingly against his ear. "I missed you, baby," he whispered against her skin.

"I missed you too, Sasuke-kun. I wish you didn't have to leave on business trips so suddenly like that," she pouted and rested her head back on the mattress. "Are you sure you don't want me to make you something light?"

"Hn," he grunted. He could feel her smile against his hair when she buried her face into his hair. "I just want to get into bed with you in it this time. Then, tomorrow, I don't plan on letting you leave early for work in the morning."

He moved his head to see her sudden-flushed face, her eyes hopeful for the morning and nibbling her lip. "I'll call Tsunade-shishou before I make breakfast."

Sasuke smirked softly and kissed her mouth, slanting them to deepen it the way he's been itching for for the past few days being hidden in the city. Every night he would sit and wait he would think about his wife and how he wished he could kill his targets quicker so he could come home to this.

Being a hitman assassin, Sasuke would sometimes have to be gone days on-end for them, since their schedules would be messed and be no-shows to the areas Itachi and Fugaku assign to him. Sometimes he tells Sakura that Itachi, his 'partner', wants him to travel to other countries for board meetings and conventions but would actually be a couple hours away. He never hated his job, no, and he was an excel at it; being a killer for those who have debts on their lives, committed wrongdoings to the wrong people…

But this...being with his wife that he met by chance in France…

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and he nearly groaned at her shiver and sudden rub of her bare, beautiful leg against his back. He pinned her hands above her head and kept her down with his weight, all while she engaged in equal energy of pressing her chest hard against his and rolling her hips gently on his thigh. His hunger for long waited passion and touch from his wife was nearly making him drunk, and he pulled back in time before he would have caused both of them to be unable to wake up on time for work.

Her deep red cheeks and sleepy gaze entranced him as he pressed a gentle kiss to her nose before slipping out of bed to strip and slip on sweatpants. He pulled the covers back and gestured Sakura to crawl in as he grabbed the remote and switched off the TV, getting into his side and instantly pressing himself against Sakura's small frame, exhaling loudly through his nose as he buried his face into her sweet-smelling hair, kissing under her ear as she curled up to him and relaxed in his arms.

"Don't forget to shower in the morning, Sasuke-kun…" she whispered in a yawn before getting her head tucked under his chin and get a kiss ontop of her head. "You don't want Itachi-nii to tease you for looking like you got off a plane."

"As long as I shower with you tomorrow, I don't care," he sighed with a half smile before falling asleep in his bed. With his wife and his comfortable part of his life.

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AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE- Goddamn bedtime headcannons.