A/N: Please allow me to apologize for any and all mistakes. Also this is a little different than what I usually write so I'm sorry if it's bad or if you just don't like it. I'm trying to expand my horizons.

Disclaimer: It's my plot, mine, and mine. Characters are not mine. It makes me sad.

Her Photographer

Chapter 1: How She Fell

"Sakura please tell me this is a really bad joke!" Her manager Asuma begged. He certainly didn't want to lose one of his best models. That was understandable. His demanding and picky nature when it came to beauty however was not.

"Look Asuma. You have Ino! You don't need me and I can't keep up this life any longer! Besides the only reason I stayed on this long is for," she paused to look at him – her photographer– once more as he waited for her. "It was for love Asuma. You're madly in love with your wife, so I'm sure you can understand that love makes you do crazy things. Please understand."

Asuma sighed. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess I get it." He resigned.

Sakura laughed in pure joy. "Thank you Asuma!" She cried as she hugged him. Then she was leaving to finally be with the man she loved.

He looked up from his camera as she walked towards him. He would make a good model himself were it not for those two lines on his face. She thanked heaven for those lines every day because she couldn't handle him having any more fan girls. Itachi took her by the nape of the neck and moved to kiss her.

Sakura awoke to an obnoxious beeping sound. She groaned in frustration. Did I really just dream that for the twelfth time? Did I? Honestly though who can blame me? I never wanted to be a model. I was coerced. Damn Ino and her conniving, convincing ways. Still I wish I wasn't so in love with that Uchiha. It would make things so much easier. Wait does this make me a fan girl? She thought with horror. Sakura however wasn't a fan girl. Despite being in love she never threw herself at a guy. She barely even talked to Itachi. She wasn't in love with him for his looks either. She was surrounded by gorgeous men who vied for her attention.

Itachi was special. He was the one who gave her confidence in herself. Without him she would have had a mental breakdown in the first week of modeling. She wasn't one of those models who went nude for a magazine. No that could never happen. Sakura was a runway model, pure and simple, and Itachi was her photographer for when she did model for magazines. She always modeled clothes though. She knew there wasn't a real nude shot of her anywhere in the world. Sure people tried with photo shop and all that, but as long as it wasn't really her it didn't bother her too badly. She used to love being a model because it made her feel beautiful. Unfortunately things were different now. She was different now. The only reason she stayed was so she could see Itachi.

-Flashback-

Sakura was freaking out. Honestly what made her think she could do this? She wasn't beautiful like Ino. The only thing she had going for her was her brain and she doubted that would be used very often in this career. What had she gotten herself into? It was bad enough with her insecurities, but then that photographer – Itachi Uchiha – had been so arrogant and condescending. He had actually asked if she was sure she was ready for this. Well she was until he had said something! She hated that arrogant prick!

Sakura was so worked up she didn't even realize she was hyperventilating until someone came up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She spun around immediately to be faced with her photographer.

"You need to relax. You have no reason to be nervous. You're certainly beautiful enough for this job and I hear you're a fast learner. You'll have this down in no time so relax." He murmured to her as he gently started to ease her tense shoulders into a relaxed position. He smiled at her in a reassuring manner.

This amazed her. Ino told he never smiled. The most anyone ever got from him was a smirk. That seemed so hard to believe with him clearly smiling down at her. Could this really be the same arrogant prick?

"You're probably wondering why I was harsh earlier right? In this world of ours even the photographers have an image and reputation to keep up. If I don't act like I know exactly what I'm doing the models would lose their trust in me. If they don't trust me I can't make them look their best. Eventually the partnership would fall apart. Somewhere along the line I was labeled as harsh so I had to become harsh in order to keep up appearances. It's very annoying, but it's the world we live in. I am sorry though." Itachi stated simply.

"Then you think I can survive this world?" Sakura questioned. For some reason this seemed really important. It was weird because opinions didn't usually matter to her, but for reasons yet unknown to her, his did. She would have to contemplate more on this later.

He smiled again. "Not only can you survive this world Sakura I think you could dominate it if you wanted too. That will lead to problems with petty jealousies later, but if you can face those with your head held high, I think you'll be just fine." He declared so casually she couldn't help but smile. Then she actually registered what he said.

"Wait what do you mean?" She asked. Now she was really curious.

"I think I may have just happened upon the next top model. After all not many people can pull off pink hair."

At first she thought he was teasing her, but as he lifted her hand to his lips she saw nothing but the truth.

-End flashback-

That was how Sakura Haruno fell for Itachi Uchiha.