Warning: Characters will be out of character for the purpose of this fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters in it. I apologize if this is similar to some other fanfic and I can assure you that this fanfic is as original as it can be. Any similarity with real life event is not intended and is purely coincidential.

Chapter 1

It had not even been a day since she dropped out of medical school when she was approached by Uchiha Itachi, her best friend's brother. Truthfully, she dreamt about this a couple of times although all of those time, her dreams involved a different setting entirely.

It always went something along the line of "Sakura, I've been trying to find a way to talk to you" and ended up with "Will you go out with me?". Never had it ever involved the line "Sakura. Be my PA."

But in reality, that was exactly what she got. It was not even a question. He even had the decency to gift her that statement with a few threats of her embarrassing moments from her childhood. Normally, Sakura would have punched any guy who dared to threaten her all the way to Antarctica but this was Uchiha Itachi. This was the guy who she had been eyeing since after her embarrassing crush on her asshole best friend.

So naturally, her mind went blank and she somehow ended up saying yes. She did fume for a bit less than five minutes when she realized that she was practically forced into this position but when all the scenarios of her love life future progress started playing in her mind, she started to think that it could not be all that bad.

Well, that was five years ago.

Now, she had made her own name in the fashion world alongside Itachi's as the infamous designer and PA couple whose fashion brand became well known throughout Asia and had been invited to showcase their collection in New York. They had been in a relationship for more than three years and right now, they were currently planning their wedding.

Yep. That was a lie. Except the part about Itachi's fashion's success. That was real. The part about her love life was not. Nothing had changed about that. Her love life was still the same as it was five years ago.

Even right now, as Itachi was busily talking on his phone trying to talk sense into Sasori (another famous designer in Japan) while she patiently sat across him with her planner open and a glittery pen in her hand trying to not let a yawn out because she was getting tired of waiting; nothing had change. She was now officially his PA but that was it.

She watched as the usually composed man slowly placed the wireless phone down before a string of curses left his mouth.

"I swear, if that guy isn't crucial for this project, I would've already dropped him."

Sakura rolled her eyes while internally thanked God that she was the only person other than Kisame (and probably his mother, Mikoto) who had the privilege to see this side of him. "Kisame did warn you that he can be a bit difficult. You were the one who confidently said that he couldn't be worse than Sasuke."

Itachi did not answer her. "Are you acquainted with his PA yet?"

Sakura shook her head and met him in the eye. "No and no, I am not planning on it." Sakura was well aware of his usual strategy. He would always throw her into the lion's den to deal with all of his loose ends, i.e find out all the dirty secrets, before he strutted his way in shooting blackmails left and right.

To be fair, he would not do it as obviously as she described but there was a reason why Uchiha Itachi seemed to always look comfortable in his skin. The guy had all his ammo filled for whenever he needed them.

At first she also thought that there was no way that Itachi could do this kind of thing because he presented the image of a perfect gentleman. Not even Sasuke's tales of his evil big brother changed her mind. It was not until she involuntarily became his accomplice that she realized what kind of man Itachi really was.

"But I'll end up doing it anyway," she continued after a few seconds.

The corner of Itachi's lips twitched but they did not curl into a smile or a smirk.

Few days later, Sakura found herself sitting at a corner table inside an otherwise romantic restaurant. True enough, everyone around her was on a date except for one or two family who seemed to be celebrating something.

She did not know why she willingly came here when she could have just pointed him out on his bluff. Somehow, Itachi was getting more and more obvious about his scheming around her. She did not know whether that was because he was running out of ideas for her or just did not bother to think of a more foolproof setting because he knew that she would end up doing it anyway because let's face it, Haruno Sakura could not say 'no' to Uchiha Itachi.

She was already on her third glass of wine when she saw a blonde ponytail bouncing just below the entrance. She almost thought that it was Ino until her eyes landed on the man's broad shoulders and obviously masculine attire. She was aware that she had been watching but she refused to avert her eyes even as the man caught her looking.

She tried not to gulp when Male Ino started towards her table. Internally, she hoped that she was not sending some kind of a weird vibe towards him. The man placed one hand into his pocket and Sakura started to chant bacteria names inside her head to keep herself from panicking because she was sure that was one of the many things that men do to look attractive to the females they were targeting.

Shit! Streptococcus agalactiae. Enterobacter cloacae. Azorhizobium caulino-

"Hi, I'm Deidara, un. Sasori-danna's PA," he introduced while holding the name card that he pulled out of his pocket in front of her.

She instinctively stood up at the name of Itachi's collaborator and as if she was planning on it, she calmly took the name card and read the writings on it. It was fairly simple. The paper was light grey with only his name and his post written on it. She was so close to thinking that he was an imposter who wanted to get all the juicy details of the collaboration between the Uchiha Itachi and Akasuna Sasori.

"Don't worry, un. I'm the real deal. For one, I know that our bosses only agree on the color theme so far and it's been almost a month and a half."

Sakura's shoulder visibly relaxed and she sat back down when she saw him doing the same. "Thank you for making some time for this," Sakura smoothly covered. She did not even know that she was going to meet him today of all days. Itachi always set her up on a surprise meeting and she could never predict who she was going to meet.

"Well, un, actually, I don't really have much time but you've been sending me so much e-mails for the past few days asking to meet up and discuss about what day is good for the first ever meeting between Danna and Uchiha-san."

Damn Itachi.

She took in the sight of the lean man in front of her. He was tall but he could not be any taller than Itachi. His face reminded her so much of Ino that she was too weirded out to even comment on it because seeing the face of someone she knew almost all her life on a person of the opposite gender was almost scary, almost like it was reminding her of how long it was already since she contacted her childhood friend. Appearance aside, he seemed to be a confident man though with the way he was grumbling earlier, he did not seem to be the type who was capable of separating his personal emotions from business.

"Right," Sakura answered. "Sasori-san told Itachi-san that he doesn't have time for a meeting this month or the month after or even the month after that." She thanked God that she remembered all of Itachi's ramblings. She saw Deidara's eyes glinting in that knowing way she recognized and she immediately knew that he was going to make up an excuse to confirm Sasori's excuse so she cut him before he could even start. "This meeting is crucial for the success of the event and we would even take your lunchtime or any time when you have a break in your schedule or even after your schedule is done. Of course, this is only if we are free."

Deidara's blue eyes narrowed. "Haruno-san. I cannot just fit an important meeting like this into the little time that we have, un."

"Exactly," Sakura nodded in agreement. "That's why we want to ask you to kindly free your Sunday." Seeing the beginning of a protest, she hastily continued. "I know it's your free day. It's mine, too. It's the only day I can rest and not think about anything work-related." She threw the thoughts of sleeping in to the back of her head. "But like we both are aware of, this is an important meeting. We only have eleven months left to think about the design, to find the exact material, to find the right models and everything else related to this project. Itachi-san is a very particular person and he is rather particular about this kind of things."

Deidara shook his head. "That is true but they have both agreed to separate the work equally. You guys can do those works and we can do everything media-related, un."

Sakura mentally searched through her mind if Itachi had ever said such thing and found no such thing. She gave a wry smile. "This clothes are as much your as it is ours. It would be better if the clothes show that they are both Sasori-san and Itachi-san's handiwork. To be honest, I don't think discussing through phone calls and e-mails alone are sufficient. I know that Sasori-san is not the kind of guy who go around meeting people but as it is a collaboration, he needs to at least contribute something and there's nothing better than to have a face-to-face conversation about this, Deidara-san."

The man narrowed his eyes at her for a few seconds. "Are you saying that Sasori-danna isn't doing much work, un?"

Realizing what the words she let out earlier was implying, she stood strong on her grounds. "Is he contributing anything if all he's done is disagree with Itachi-san without even suggesting what we should do instead?"

The man was quiet for another second before he burst out laughing to Sakura's surprise. "Man. Danna will flip when he hear this." Sakura could not find anything funny if Sasori actually flipped. From what she heard, the man had quite a temper. "Okay. We can meet up on the day after tomorrow, un. Friday. Is 7pm good?"

Sakura nodded. "Yes, 7pm should be fine."

"I'll excuse myself for now, un," he said, standing up. "I really do have a lot to do. That's why I suggested to meet on my lunch break."

Sakura smiled while also standing up. She reached into the pocket of her skirt and handed him her card with both hands. "I hope you won't cancel on us, Deidara-san," Sakura pointedly said, deciding that being honest would be better since the atmosphere around them had now changed.

"Oh, don't count on it. I doubt Sasori-danna will do that, un," he smirked, taking the card from her. His eyebrows scrunched as he read it. "Is this your another e-mail?"

"Yes," she smoothly lied. "That was actually my first point of contact for first time contacts. Just to make sure that they won't get overlooked, you know."

"Smart, un." He waved the card at her. "I'll be going now."

Sakura watched as Deidara strutted towards the entrance and as soon as she saw him out of the door, she immediately pulled out her phone and clicked the number on speed dial.

It had not even been three seconds when she heard him picking up.

"Friday. 7pm."

"Good."

"Sasori-san will be in a bad mood though."

"Good, you'll take care of that too."

"What?!" She looked at the screen of her phone as if that would confirm what she heard before bringing the phone back to her ear. "You can't be- "

Before she could even finish what she said, the line went dead.

AN: The plot bunnies suddenly came alive again and I just have to write this down. Please leave a review and let me know what you think!