A/N: HEY, EVERYBODY! This is my new story Honestly that I've made for my friend angelatmidnight for guessing the name of the sequel to my other sasusaku story One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. I previously promised a oneshot, but she agreed to let me make this story for her! She's a sweet chick so instead of this WHOLE story being made JUST FOR HER, she wanted me to do it chapter by chapter...SO I WILL!
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO angelatmidnight LUV U, DEAREST!
Alright, please enjoy!
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Honestly
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Why did this have to happen?
Honestly.
I've done nothing remotely criminal or wrong in my life. I've lead a good life. I've kept good friends, kicking the bad ones to the curb along the way, done excellent in school—straight A's, no doubt—been as friendly and diligent as I can possibly be, no drugs, no smoking (the smell of smoke—ack!), minimum drinking when my friends thought it was okay (peer pressure: the enemy—grr!), and this happens.
So, I got a little drunk. Can you blame a girl for wanting to let loose and celebrate right after her last finals as a highschool student EVER? I mean, damn! I was in Suna! And what happens in Suna is suppose to stay in Suna! Or that's what I've heard…
So, I did it! I kissed him!
Maybe…maybe he wasn't the exact guy I was dating at the time. And maybe it was a little more than a peck.
I vaguely recall some tongue action…
But, it was on accident, though, I swear! The real Sakura Haruno would never even think of cheating! Hell, I didn't even think I knew how to cheat!
But, anyways, it was supposed to be just that—an accident, I mean. A stupid, drunken accident that no one—not even me—would remember in the morning, or ever!
But he was there. And he saw.
Check.
I mean, what the hell?! I was drunk, everyone WAS DRUNK!
Except him. So, obviously, he would be the only who would remember something that was supposed to forgotten by everyone there in the first place.
Checkmate.
Who knew something that was suppose to fly out of everyone's mind was meant to haunt me forever?
And ever.
AND EVER!
Damn…
He did this on purpose.
Honestly…
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Chapter One: Servant Girl, A Drink Please?
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I let out a huge breath of air as I put the oversized brown moving box that was once in my hands on the ground. I clapped my hands together, swiping imaginary dust off of them and then beamed brightly at my friend.
"I think that's the last of them," I sighed and then ran up to my friend, pulling her into my arms. "Thank-you so much for letting me stay with you, Ten! Kami, I love you," I said sullenly, feigning the kind of joy you have when you're practically crying.
She giggled, hugging me back. "Ah, Saku-baby, anything for you. Besides, that spare room was just going to be sitting there, anyway." She let go of me, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. "Sorry about the bathroom space, though. Kinda close quarters," the brunette apologized, playing with one of the buns in her hair.
I shook my head. "No big deal. It's an upgrade from Naruto's." I rolled my sea foam green eyes at the thought of my last place to stay. I crossed my arms. "That boy is just so dirty. I hated cleaning up after him," I complained, shaking my head like an upset mother.
For years I had known that boy—since around birth, I presume. I'll bet you anything we were probably yelling at each other through our mother's stomachs before we were even born. That seems about right. We were like brother and sister so we fought a lot. But Naruto was my best friend and the best moments in my life were usually triggered by just being with Naruto. We knew everything about each other and he always had this goofy, happy-go-lucky smile on his face. Naruto was probably one of the most precious people in my life, though I'd never say it to his face, that idiot.
Anyway, after leaving my god-father Kakashi's home when I turned eighteen (only a few months ago, actually), Naruto had already been living in an apartment for a long time and had practically begged me to stay with him. I just can never say no to that idiot and those big, shimmery baby blues. I was never really that wealthy and couldn't exactly pay for a place of my own, anyway, so I agreed. BUT, his dirty habits had me out of there in less than a year. Eight months, to be exact. Naruto was my best friend, but our personalities clashed. I'm the epitome of cleanliness while he could walk around in the same outfit without showering for a week.
And he's done it.
A few times, actually. Don't let it surprise you; he's Uzumaki Naruto, after all.
Tenten nodded knowingly. She had known Naruto almost as long as I had and the thought of having to live with him probably disgusted her. While Tenten isn't as bent on spotlessness as I am, Naruto's on a whole new level.
Honestly.
"I bet it was getting kind of weird, too. You know, his relationship with Hinata. She was probably staying overnight and stuff—well, if her father allowed it," spoke Tenten, giving me a look of pity.
I shrugged gently. "Yeah, I guess…" Hinata never really bothered me. I mean, she was over quite a bit, but she was always so sweet and quiet. We had gone to the same high school, anyway, so I knew Hinata pretty well. She was a nice girl, the kind of girl I wanted to see Naruto with. Good people, you know?
Tenten put her hands on her hips and then gave a long look at all the boxes littering the floor of her living room. "Do you want to start unpacking?" she asked hesitantly. The small plead in her voice was all-too-noticeable and I smiled.
"How about after we eat something, ne?"
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I sipped on my white chocolate mocha as I watched Tenten move small, leftover leaves around her plate that were still remaining from her garden salad. She stabbed her fork into a rather crisp looking leaf and then lifted it to her lips, nibbling at it with a disgruntled look before her eyes trailed hungrily over to the dessert menu, eyes lingering on the special for the day. Double chocolate brownie with chocolate chips, combined with a scoop of vanilla icecream and drizzled with chocolate and caramel sauce. I swear I saw drool.
I smirked and put my cup down, keeping my cold hands against the mug. It always got a little chilly in Konoha during the fall, and we were smack dab in the middle of November.
"Get the brownie, Tenten," I goaded, laughing.
She frowned, popping the rest of the leaf into her mouth and crunching down on it harshly as if she was taking all her anger out on it. "You know I can't do it. Think of all the carbs in that…" Her eyes glazed over as she looked at the appetizing picture of the pastry again. "…delectable, rich and chewy—" She shook her head and then glared at the unsuspecting menu, slapping it face down on the table. "That thing was trying to trick me!" She crossed her arms, with a unsatisfied 'hmph'. "But I will not be taken so lightly…"
I laughed at how utterly crazy my brown-haired friend was and then gave her a mock-stern glare. "I said get the brownie, Tenten. No back talk," I finalized, raising my pink brow at her.
She smiled like a seven year old girl that had just been told to eat icecream instead of take her medicine. "Yes, ma'am," she chimed before ushering the waiter over and ordering the delicious treat.
I sipped at my warm drink until Tenten received her brownie. I eyed it until she gave me a bite. Little did she know part of the reason I pushed her to buy it was so I could be a fatty without anybody really knowing it. Heh, little did she know…
While we both snacked on the calorie-filled delicacy, Tenten struck up conversation about how we were going to have parties like crazy since we were rooming together now. She went on and on about drinks, boys, and the girl's from our previous school we weren't inviting. I listened for awhile, but soon my mind drifted off to other things…like college.
I had been accepted to one of the most prestigious universities in the whole world over my summer before senior year. Staying home from countless parties just to study did pay off in the end, I guess. But that's just it. I had only been accepted, not given a scholarship. And along with being one of the most prestigious schools in the world, it was also notorious for being one of the most expensive. I just, personally, didn't have the amount of money needed for the tuition—not to mention money for books, a dorm, and other living necessities like eating, and clothing.
My family could support me enough to pay for any other regular college, but we were middle-class at best. And this school was that for upper-class people. You know…princesses of small countries and shit. Besides, the rents happened to be divorced so it kind of split what money we did have in half, and while my mom could get me into Sound School of Arts full scholarship, that wasn't my passion. My mother wanted me to follow in her footsteps, become a ballerina or something, but I really wanted to go to my university (Konoha University) to become a doctor. They had the best program, after all, that started you as soon as you entered freshman year. Do you even comprehend how much of an offer that is—to have to have only six years of college and med-school combined? I mean—
"Hey, what's going on down there?" questioned Tenten, as she twiddled her fork in between her index finger and thumb. Snapping out of my reverie, I looked at her with a bored expression, twirling my pink locks around my finger.
"Huh?" I mumbled dumbly.
"All those people," she said and I followed her gaze out the window of the second floor of the café we were sitting at. Sure enough, there were a bunch of people (primarily girls, I noticed) standing outside all huddled together in a huge crowd. Were those cameras? "Why the mob?" she nibbled on some of the last traces of the brownie, confused gaze still directed out the window.
I sighed looking away uninterestedly. "It's probably just an actor or something…" I sighed. In Konoha, it was an everyday thing for an actress, singer, model—whatever—to come through and perform or just visit. Many stars actually originated in the fire country, and since Konoha was one of the main cities, it was a prime area for stars to be seen. Many even had vacation houses in Konoha.
"Really?" asked Tenten, excitedly. She stood and cupped her hands around her eyes, peering out of the window. "How lucky! Do you have your camera on you?"
I rolled my eyes and then smiled jokingly. "Yes, Tenten, let me just pull it out of my ass," I replied sarcastically, tilting my head to the side. She spared a pointed glare my way before returning to her staring out the window position. I looked around at all the other diners in the café and how they were also whispering to each other and getting excited for no reason. "Honestly…" I murmured to myself, crossing my arms.
I heard Tenten gasp before whispering to herself ecstatically. "Well, you're gonna wish you had your camera!"
I shook my head, closing my eyes. "Try me," I scoffed. There was no way I was going to crazy about some stupid celebri—
"That's Sasuke Uchiha!"
My eyes shot open. Sasuke Uchiha?! OUT MY WAY! I stumbled over my chair as I rushed to a spot next to Tenten by the window, both of us glued to the window like some creepers. Usually I wouldn't rub against public objects so affectionately, but this was a special case! SASUKE-FUCKING-HOTTIE-MC-HOT-HOT-UCHIHA WAS GETTING OUT OF A LIMO MERE SECONDS AWAY FROM ME!
"THE Sasuke Uchiha," I whispered breathlessly against the glass, teal eyes not losing sight of theloveofmyfrigginlife for a second. "Model and pop sensation…?"
"U-huh," mumbled Tenten, drooling for the second time that day.
"You think he's giving out autographs?" I questioned, voice trembling as perspiration began its formation on my body.
"Maybe…" she said softly and then gave me a devilish look. "You think he'll take off his shirt?"
I swallowed thickly, before giving a determined look. "Mine…" I grumbled to myself as I bolted towards the stairs.
"Hey!" shouted Tenten shrilly. "I saw him first!" I heard quick footsteps behind me and instantly knew them as my brown-eyed friend's. Tenten had been captain of the track team (earning her a scholorship at Hidden Leaves College), so she was a lot faster than me, but I would NOT be deterred!
Apparently, we weren't the only ones with this capture-Sasuke-and-rape-him mentality because there were a lot of chicks heading for the elevator. Tenten and I were NOT DUMB and decided to take the stairwell, but even some other people weren't so stupid to take the elevator. There was a lot of pushing and shoving, but Tenten and I emerged from the stairs victorious for we had worn Converse while those enemy bitches had worn heels. Heheh…
Point: Sakura!
Tenten grabbed me as we rushed into the crowd of screaming girls heading for the man of my dreams. Oh, no! They could certainly not have him!
We tried to look over them, but it's impossible to see over such tall people in heels when you're barely 5'7''.
Damn…
Point: Bitches in Heels…
I heard Tenten growl from frustration next to me. "Give you a lift?" she questioned, pointing at her shoulders.
My eyebrows furrowed and I gawked at her on instinct. "Are you crazy? It's like a mosh pit in here!" But when Tenten looked at me with those unwavering chocolate eyes, I knew fighting her would prove to be useless. I groaned as I was hoisted up to her shoulders, but smiled down at her when I noticed how I could practically see for miles.
She smiled back up at me before asking if I saw him. My turquoise eyes searched all through the crowd to the way front where the limo was, but I did not see one head of chicken-assed-shaped black hair. I cursed under my breath and looked around some more before I saw a flash of black enter an alleyway undetected by most.
"Ah!" I shouted before looking down at Tenten. "I found him! I found him!" I cheered, but no one but Tenten could hear me above all the ruckus—which was awesome! I smirked playfully. "And guess what?"
"What?" asked Tenten, pulling me down from her shoulders.
"No bodyguard," I answered while shaking my head back and forth. We laughed giddily while holding hands as we fought our way through the crowd again. It felt crazier than normal trying to go against the pushing, but we trudged through anyway.
Suddenly, I lost Tenten's hand in the crowd. I gasped, looking back to see her being swallowed by the multitudes of people. I reached out for her again, but it was too late.
"Tenten!" I screamed.
"Go on…without me!" she yelled back dramatically.
I gave her a strange look, but figuring that I didn't have the time to ask her why she was acting like that in this type of situation, I waved at her, telling her I would meet her back at the apartment in a couple hours and would bring an autographed picture for her.
Once out of the crowd, I tip-toed away from the swarm of crazies sneakily and made my way into the alleyway with a pleased smile on my face. Sometimes I was just so stealthy, I didn't even know what to do with myself.
Honestly, I was the best thing since sliced bread—and you could take THAT to the bank! I hummed to myself as I looked around the creepy little alley. A superstar here?? Ha, no one would even know if I stole him and locked him up in my house…
I shook my head. Alright, I was really starting to creep myself out. All I really needed was an autograph or two and then I'd be on my way. Pinky swear!
I continued my walk down the surprisingly long alleyway when I seemed to trip over a log or something. I looked down ready to curse at the inanimate object when I realized it wasn't an inanimate at all! It was a person! In a dark-washed pair of Citizen's and off-white Versace sweater!
My face began to glow all the colors of a rainbow as I knelt down.
"You're Sasuke Uchiha!" I pointed out, smiling stupidly. "I'm a huge fan. Oh, Kami I—"
I heard him mumble something, but I couldn't catch exactly what he said so I leaned closer with furrowed pink eyebrows, hoping to grasp just a whisper of the angel's voice.
"What was that?" I asked.
He looked up at me, obsidian orbs covered with a dark pair of Prada glasses. "I said, be quiet." I looked at him, confused at his firmness, but then started up the dumb smile thing again. Oh, gods above! His voice was like silk!
I giggled like a little school girl. "Oh, sorry, I'll speak quieter. I'm just so nervous!" I whispered, still gazing at his beautiful, untouchable skin. "Anyway, my name's Sakura Haruno and I was really just wondering if I could have your autograph…"
I paused as he took his glasses off and stared at me with an impassive—godly!—face, not showing any expression, and not moving otherwise.
"Wow," I said dreamily. "You have beautiful eyes…" I giggled. "Anyway, I was just eating with my friend when she spotted you and—"
"Be quiet."
"—She was like 'omg, it's Sasuke Uchiha' and I was all 'hell no!' and—"
"Please be quiet."
"—and so we ran ALL the way down here and saw this big group of people, but we were determined—"
"Sakura Haruno," his rough voice grounded out, instantly shutting me up, his onyx gaze burning into my timid apple green.
"Ah…yes?"
"Stop. Talking," he said, leaving me speechless.
"…sorry…" I was able to murmur out as I felt myself blushing all over. Dammit! How embarrassing!
He looked me over for a second before raising a black eyebrow. "You have pink hair." I nodded, his gaze never leaving my face. "I know you from somewhere."
I chuckled sheepishly and cupped my cheek with my hand, fluttering my eyelashes. "Oh, you do?" I questioned in a high, girly voice.
"Shut up," he commanded.
"Sorry…" I whispered again, melting under his stare.
He stared at me a bit longer before his eyes widened very slightly. You see, I only knew because I was that close to him. Two steps back and I wouldn't have seen it…wait! I was that close to THE Sasuke Uchiha! I began to get excited again.
"You're the girl who…" A slight look of amusement flashed through his features before he grabbed me and pulled me off the ground, standing up himself and walking back down the alley towards the mob.
I panicked slightly. But I was too excited to see what would happen next. I began to ponder on how he knew me…I had definitely never seen him in person before. I hoped he had seen me on a good day!
"Wait—what's going on?" I asked as his tug became more persistent and we neared the screaming fans.
"Just follow my lead," he said monotonously. I chewed my bottom lip and closed my eyes, bracing myself as I entered the crowd.
Cameras flashed in my eyes and microphones were being shoved in my face as Sasuke pulled me through the people. We were stopped just a few steps away from his limo by a reporter who had his camera man a little too up in my grill. Thank Kami for skinID or this could have been a pretty embarrassing and awkward experience.
"Uchiha-san! Uchiha-san, who is this young lady that you have emerged with? Is she your girlfriend? How long have you two been dating?" asked the reporter, pushing the microphone in front of our faces. I just smiled awkwardly and acted pretty, silently hoping he would say yes, but not really caring since I was on camera. I WAS GOING TO BE A MOVIE STAR, BITCH!
Sasuke stood unfazed in front of all the people that were pushing and tugging. Luckily I noticed some big, bulky guys surrounding us that probably were his body guards. One was giving me a suspicious eye, but I just stuck my tongue out at him, forgetting for awhile that I was on camera.
"This woman is my secretary. She is an okay looking girl, but she is not my type. I would never date her."
My jaw instantly dropped. Oh, hell no! I was everybody's type, and I was much more than okay looking, even for THE Sasuke Uchiha! Now I was a little pissed. What a bastard! But then I realized what he had called me. "I'm your what?" I didn't remember signing up for this summer job…
"Secretary," said Sasuke as he looked at me unsympathetically before looking back up at the cameras. "She is my secretary."
I scoffed, crossing my arms and looking away from the boy, put off by his attitude. "I am not his secretary," I sneered and then looked at him bitterly. "And I am definitely not the girlfriend of this guy…che…seriously…"
Sasuke glared slightly at me before smirking back up at the cameras. "I assure you she is only joking."
"I am not!" I snapped angrily.
He glared at me, burning me with his coal dark eyes again before smirking and looking at the cameras with a cool as a cucumber expression.
"Yes, she is." I was fuming, and tried to speak up, but he cut me off with more of his droning talk. "You see, Sakura likes to joke around a lot." I raised my eyebrow at him, putting my hands on my hips. Where was he going with this? "Like one time, we were in Suna visiting and she was just so drunk that she decided to make-out with this one guy…" I gasped loudly, my heart practically stopping in my chest.
How did he know of this…more than that how could he say this out loud? Shit, what was I going to do in front of these people and cameras?
"Unfortunately, poor drunken Sakura did not know that this boy was not—"
I quickly reached up and covered Sasuke's mouth with my hand, effectively stopping the horrid words from coming from his gorgeous mouth (that I was going to PUNCH very soon). "That he was not wearing a shirt," I cut in loudly, sending the reporter's eyes my way. I laughed guiltily. "He was just…not wearing a shirt. That Kiba…you know, my BOYFRIEND at the time. Ah, good times…" I said, pretending to wipe a tear from laughter from my eye (though I was actually crying from sadness) as Sasuke removed my hand from his mouth. Sexy little bastard…
"I'm sorry, Sasuke, I just got so very excited about telling this story, I had to…had to say it myself, I guess…" I shrugged and the reporters chuckled a little.
"Hn." He gave me the sexiest smirk I have EVER seen in my life and I melted again.
"Anyway, I wish we could tell you the rest of that fun little story, but we're running really late for the meeting I planned for you, Sasuke," I explained, patting his shoulder like we were old buddies or something.
"Oh really, what meeting?"
"Silly boy," I cooed, pinching his cheeks extra hard between my fingers. He shook his face out of my grip. "The one that I planned for you." I cleared my throat, fake smile still in play. "You know, the one in a few minutes…"
Sasuke shook his head as the bodyguards began to open the limo door for us. "I don't recall. When was this planned?" he asked, taking up that oblivious tone with me. Oh, he'll pay…
I began to push him into the limo. I laughed sheepishly. "Just now…" I mumbled through gritted teeth as we entered the car. The door shut behind us and we sat in silence for awhile.
We began to drive away, and I could feel my whole body shaking with fury. I just had to stay calm. There was no reason to kill anyone…
Fuck that.
I suddenly threw myself at the boy, hitting him with my fists. "What the hell?! Why'd you do that?! How dare you—embarrassing me on TV like that—I oughta kill you!" He glared at me, grabbing my fists and straightening me up until I was off of him. I struggled against him for awhile, but then decided to give up as I began breathing hard. I really needed to work out. I looked at his muscles as he held me up by my wrists, pinning me against the door of the car...
Oh, so strong…Be gentle, my love, or I might—
Wait! This guy made a fool out of me! I hated Sasuke Uchiha! What a horrible personality!
"How did…how did you even know?" I questioned pointedly. My ex-boyfriend Kiba still hadn't heard about my little scandal with a boy by the name of Shikamaru Nara, but he still really didn't need to know. Even though we were broken up, we were still good friends. And this would crush him if he found out.
He took a long time looking at me before letting go and sitting back in his seat. "I was in Suna for a shoot and I took a break at the local bar." He gave me a cynical smirk. "It's amazing what kind of stupid things people do when they're drunk. Things they end up regretting."
I glared at the boy sitting in front of me. "You can't just go around telling this stuff to people like you have some kind of right! I don't even know you like that, you bastard!" I shrieked, beyond enraged with this dude. "What the hell do you want from me?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. I merely used you to get out of that situation." I'm no dummy; I knew what the fuck he did! I just wanted to know why! I mean, I would've helped if he had just asked nicely!
"So, you unnecessarily ruined my life?!" I inquired loudly and somewhat overdramatically—I'll admit…
A phone rang as he rolled his eyes at me, and dug in his pocket, pulling out an iPhone, completely ignoring me. I was fuming again.
"Hello?" he said, answering his phone in the dreamy, deep voice that I love/hate. "Yes…Excuse me? Running late…how late?" I saw his eyes narrow ever so slightly. He didn't like to show a lot of emotion, did he? Ah…but it was so sexy…
Forgive me, I become weak-minded in front of sexy. Sexy is my personal kryptonite…
"A week…I need one by tomorrow night…yes…" He sighed, and I looked up to see him looking very tired and stressed…but I didn't care, the bastard!
I pouted. "Hey, it's very rude to talk on the phone when someone else is talking to you," I whined matter-of-factly.
"Shut-up, Sakura…" he said, sparing me a short look, but then he did a double take and started to stare at me curiously. "Sakura…" he whispered to himself thoughtfully. I gave him a wary look as he told the person on the other side of the phone that he would have to call them back later.
He was quiet again for a moment. And then… "Sakura Haruno, I need you to be my servant."
I gaped at him. I couldn't believe something like that just came from his mouth. I was pretty sure I made my hate for him apparent. "Wait—what?!" I had to make sure I was hearing right.
He looked at me blankly, unmoved. "Be my servant."
I shook my head at him in disbelief and then laughed humorlessly. "Well that's an easy one. No," I answered before turning towards the window and pointing out of it. "I think this is my stop. You can drop me off here."
"You really want to cross someone who knows about your dirty little secret, Sakura?" he threatened impassively.
I frowned. "I honestly don't care anymore. Kiba and I broke up three months ago, so you can say whatever the fuck you want," I deadpanned listlessly. I looked at him through sharp, narrowed eyes. "Now, stop. The. Car."
He told the driver to stop and the driver did as he was told. Before the car was even out of motion, I was out of it.
"Do you need my contact information just in case you reconsider?"
I smirked. "I won't be reconsidering."
Sasuke shrugged. "Suit yourself."
I nodded. "I always do," I told him, before shutting the door.
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that the Sasuke Uchiha was the hugest asshole on the face of the planet. Tells you a little something about celebrities, though.
I began walking towards Kakashi's home as I thought about the Uchiha and what I would tell Tenten about him. That he wasn't the shizz like everyone thought he was? That he was flippin' HAWT?! I paused, stopping where I was, before sighing loudly and cursing myself.
How…after all the trouble that I went through, did I still not get that guy's autograph!!
Honestly…
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Kakashi lead me to his living room—our living room from grades three to eleven—and then left me there once my eyes set on two people seated on the couch. One—a woman—had long, red locks that fell all the way down her back. She had soaring green eyes exactly like my own and was completely gorgeous, looking at least ten years less than her actual age.
The other—a man—was a bit tanner than the fair-skinned red-head and had brown hair that was starting to recede. His cerulean eyes held warmth, and a love that made it easy from me to want to run into his arms. But, I knew better than to run into the arms of someone that was just about to break my heart.
"Mom, Dad," I greeted sweetly, a very small smile on my face. Just enough to seem civil. I didn't entirely trust these two, anyway.
My mom grinned back. "Sakura…" When my mom smiles, it's probably the prettiest thing in the world. She has these really deep, pretty dimples, you see. My mom was always so pretty and I remember as a child wanting to grow up to be just like her. What a naïve little child I was… "Please have a seat," she said as if it were her house.
It was my dad's turn to smile at me. "Ah, my little Sakurako, look how much you've grown since I've last seen you…"
I raised a rosette eyebrow. "It's only been a year," I pointed out blankly.
"Yes, but you seem to grow more and more like your mother every time I see you. So beautiful and sophisticated and bright." He looked at my mother and I didn't know whether to feel complimented or not—or if he was just complimenting my mother, and I was just used as a stepping stone.
My parents didn't hate each other…no, that's not why they split. It was because they were two different people, with two different dreams, and with two different ideas of what life was supposed to be like. They had to split. They were just too different.
So, my dad left to wander the world, live it up and stuff and my mom left for Oto to teach at Sound School of Arts, leaving me with my godfather Kakashi Hatake. She couldn't perform anymore because of her arthritis, and that's why she always tried to live through me. Sure, they visited every once in awhile—some birthdays, grade school graduation, etc…but other than that, it was like they completely forgot that one day they had sex and created this thing that breathes, that feels just like they do.
"Anyways, we should get to the point," spoke my mother. "Sakura." She handed me a folded piece of paper and upon opening it, I saw that it was a document stating my full scholarship to Sound School of Arts. I had done ballet practically my whole life, having quit lessons just last year. It was the one thing my parents actually paid for.
I pulled out the folded piece of paper that I brought, confirming my acceptance in to Konoha University, and held it in my other hand, looking down at both of them before looking at my parents.
My mother nodded my way. "It's time for you to choose, Sakura. And it's time for you to make the right choice." I sighed and rolled my eyes, holding back tears. It was the same thing over and over. "Your father and I don't have the money to send you to Konoha U. and unless you win the lottery in the next two months, you won't either," she explained, shaking her head and giving me a firm look. "Now you must understand that Sound is probably the right choice…"
"The right choice, Mom, or the easiest choice for you?" I questioned, poison entering my tone.
"Sakura, your mom and I are only trying to be rational. We don't have that type of money to pay for your education at the school you wish to attend. There's no way you can go to that school, Sakura, unless you get a scholarship, that is. Now, Sound is a wonderful school…" said my father in his soft-spoken voice.
"But, I want to be a doctor, not a dancer! Why is the only other choice to go to Sound?"
My mother shook her head. "It might not be the only choice, but it is the right choice."
I couldn't believe this. I put the two papers down on the table and grabbed my head, closing my eyes, before looking back at my parents. "Stop talking about the right choice, Mom! You wouldn't know the right choice if it came and smacked you in the ass!" It left my mouth before I could catch it, but once it was out, I didn't regret it.
My mother gasped and my father gave me a harsh look. "Sakura! You are not to talk to your mother that way. We are only trying to help you. We want you to make the right choice. We want you to be happy."
Tears began to pour out of my eyes and I stood up, looking my dad straight in the eye. "Oh, the right choice? I'm guessing you made the right choice when you had a child knowing full well that you wouldn't be able to take care of her, or even be there for her?!"
My mother was crying just as much as I was when she looked at me and stood up, trying her best to tower over me. "How dare you?" she scolded hoarsely, her lips thinning. "Your father and I might have made some bad choices in the past, but we could never sit by and watch our own daughter do the same! You're rotten, you know that?! You're a rotten child!" she screamed and then fell quiet, realizing what she had said as she looked at my hurt and surprised face.
I didn't know what to say after that. I was at a loss of words and didn't know what else to do so I picked up the papers and left the room. I slightly heard both my mother and father call my name and as I left the house, I heard Kakashi. But it all became the background music to my tears. I respected Kakashi and loved him—trusted him more than anyone in my screwed-up family, anyway. As far back as I can remember Kakashi had been there for me. But I couldn't get myself to turn back and talk to him as I got in my car and drove away.
I was the scum of the earth…
Honestly…
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I looked at both of the sheets of paper one after another as I drove. The right choice, what the hell was the right choice, anyway? I honestly wouldn't know…I was eighteen, dammit, BARELY an adult! I sighed as I thought of my parents' harsh words, of the harsh words I spoke to them in return. It really didn't need to be that way, but it seemed like it had to be.
My mother was always so busy trying to see through my eyes, she was never able to even see me. How happy I would get when I was in the hospital, only because I got to meet doctor's that I could see myself becoming one day, how excited I got after I helped someone.
How utterly bland and bored I looked next to the aspiring ballet dancers in my class that would soon make something great out of that profession for themselves.
But that wasn't for me.
Sometimes, I wondered if my mother was seriously blind. If she could see the—
I gasped as I tried my best to stop my car, but it was too late. My body jerked forward at the impact of hitting the car in front of me. My eyes widened as the airbag came back and hit me in the face. I tried to bat it away from me with a squeak as I unbuckled my seatbelt. Luckily, I had been wearing it and the airbag had been so fast that I didn't feel a thing.
But that said nothing about the person that I had hit.
I swiftly opened the door to my car and stumbled out, running to the front to check the damage and to see if the person in the other car was okay. I gasped. I had completely rear-ended this car into oblivion! The whole front of my car was completely smashed up and the whole back of this person's as well.
Oh, no! More shit to pay for! Ugh, where was I gonna find the money? I looked over the car I had rammed into and almost stopped breathing.
Kill me.
Why of all cars did I have to pummel a Lamborghini, probably one of the most expensive cars in ALL of history?! I wanted to cry. I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry and then hopefully the hole would be on a street where I could get run over by the Lamborghini…maybe that could be pay back enough 'cause I honestly didn't have the money.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man get out of the car, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the damage.
"I'm so sorry s-sir!" I stammered, shaking my head and close to tears for the third time that day. "I swear I'll pay for it! I'll give you the number to my insurance company and—" What the hell was I saying?! I couldn't pay for this! I'd have an easier time running!
Ride or die, bitch, ride or die!
"If you just give me a second, I'll call them right up and fix this and—"
"Sakura Haruno. Stop. Talking."
I looked over, matching the familiar voice with the face.
I resisted the urge to strangle myself.
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It was silent—completely silent as we waited in the lobby of the Dobbs car shop. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Just COULDN'T believe it.
How and why? This was turning into one the worst days in the history of my life! I didn't understand, did Kami hate me? I'VE BEEN A GOOD GIRL!!!
I opened my mouth to say something, but ended up closing it again, doing it over and over until I started to look like a fish out of water.
"So, you rammed into my car."
"Yeah, sorry about that," I finally blurted out, unhappy with actually having to apologize to this fool.
It was quiet again. He hadn't looked at me and I hadn't looked at him. It was completely awkward, especially since we were sitting only one chair away from each other. I couldn't sit too close to him because I was a little worried I'd inflict bodily harm to him and I'd have even more bills to pay for.
"When will you be paying me back for the damage?"
I shrugged, getting a little angry that he still wanted to keep up conversation with me. "I honestly don't know, Sasuke. I definitely don't have the money right now, if that's what you're wondering," I answered coldly.
"You really shouldn't total people's cars if you don't have the money to pay for it," Sasuke advised emotionlessly as he crossed his legs.
I rolled my eyes, only growing angrier by the minute. "Ok, I'm really not in the best mood today so please save the questioning for when I don't feel like choking you out, alright?"
He scoffed and gave me a look as if I offended him, but it was only slightly different from his normal boring—sex god—face. "You're in a bad mood? You totaled my car."
"Honestly," I moaned in an exasperated tone. I searched through my purse and pulled out my sacred pieces of paper with the schools I had to choose from on them, deciding to ignore the full-of-himself model beside me. If Kami is really up there; you'll kill me right now!
I looked at the Konoha University sheet, shaking my head. Maybe in a couple of years I'd have enough money to go for a year…maybe? Kami, never now, with all these…Lamborghini expenses!
I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples.
"What are those?"
"I really don't feel like talking to you if you haven't noticed, so can we stop? Thanks." My eyes did not leave my precious papers.
"KU and Sound…those are both really good schools," said the boy beside me.
I gasped, hugging the sheets of paper to my chest. "What the hell!?"
"Did you get accepted to both?"
I closed my eyes and scooted as far to the edge of my seat as I could. "I don't think that's any of your business…"
"That's really amazing, Sakura."
My eyes popped open and I looked at the man beside me again. His eyes seemed softer than normal, but I still couldn't read him.
"Thanks, I guess…" I said delicately.
"Which one are you leaning towards?"
I pouted. "Well, I want to go to KU," I said stubbornly.
"Then, go. What's stopping you?"
I looked down. "I don't have the money…" I said in a whisper. It was embarrassing talking to someone other than Tenten or Naruto about this, me not having the money and so on…
"Oh." There was a long pause and then he smirked. "I could give you the money. Still up for that personal servant job?"
I chuckled half-heartedly. "Uh…no. I think I'd still have to pass. I'd probably rather die."
"But wouldn't you do anything to be able to go to KU?" he asked slowly.
I looked at him guardedly, before looking down and away. How could this be happening?
He continued to persuade me. "You could live in my house. I'd pay for your living expenses while you did, you wouldn't have to pay for the damage done to my car, and I'd buy you your own car too—along with giving you enough money for a full ride at KU." My eyes widened and I gawked at the boy. He smirked at me. "Is this really an offer you can turn down, Sakura Haruno?"
Shit.
It really wasn't.
The only thing I was losing here was my dignity! But for KU…
I sighed, closing my eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this…" I murmured to myself. "When do I start…?" I asked painfully.
His smirk grew. "Tonight."
I put my face into the palms of my hands. "Shit…"
He stood up, ushering me to follow him. "Our ride's here. We'll go pick your stuff up from your home tomorrow."
I slid out of my chair sullenly. I had finally reached the lowest of the low. "Right, yeah…"
"Oh, and servant girl, a glass of water will do when we get home."
I smiled darkly, crossing my arms over my chest boldly. "Let's go with Sakura."
"Servant girl seems more appropriate since I am your danna." I was surprised he could say this so blandly, nothing but a cruel smirk on his face.
I looked at him with disbelief. "My what?" He couldn't be serious.
"You heard me," he said childishly.
I smiled at him. "Sasuke," I cooed with mock-sweetness. "I really don't think we should give nicknames quite yet."
"Do you want a job or not?" he inquired in all seriousness.
How degrading could one kid be?!
I gritted my teeth. "Sasuke, this is honestly going too far." He only stared at me and I was forced to swallow my pride. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Yes, danna, I do."
He smirked and began to walk away. "Then, are you ready to cooperate, Servant Girl."
"Hai, danna," I jeered icily, rolling my eyes and following him.
He smirked. "Good."
Dear me,
…you have finally hit rock bottom.
A/N: So, did everyone like it? I hope so! I want you to enjoy! Along with making this for angelatmidnight (I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, LUV), I also wanted a break from my One Step series...so...idk when the sequel will come out. Probably after this story. But this story should only be about 7 chapters anyway, and I have it pretty much thought out...
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