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What insane person wouldn't find the prospect of an arranged marriage well and attractive; and greet it with willingness and great, warm humor? Sakura Haruno. When the strong willed young lady learned of her arranged marriage with the first son of the Uchiha Clan, she calmly soaked it in and calmly released all those suppressed emotions by yelling at how absurd the entire news was; how absurd and old fashioned the idea of pre-arranged marriage was; and last, but never the least, how utterly unattractive and brainless Itachi Uchiha was for entering into the situation without a word of refusal.

"Ah, Sakura! You are over-reacting!" Ino loudly stated that it startled half the customers in the café. She quickly apologized. "How is it possible that someone could get so upset over something so wonderful as this?"

"Wonderful!" Sakura almost choked on her drink. "I beg to differ! This is absolutely horrible. To be forced to marry someone you don't know! This is not the 18th century anymore, but even more, I thought the idea of a loveless marriage was already considered medieval trash."

"And it is," confirmed Ino. "But, in this case, it porbably wouldn't be so bad. You are engaged to an Uchiha. Consider yourself lucky to even land one."

" 'Land one'?" Sakura shook her head. "No. He was more like fished out for me. I had no involvement. Besides, I don't care if he's an Uchiha or some other guy from another family. I have no interest overall and I hate the man."

Ino raised an eyebrow. "Hate? How can you say that when you don't even know the least bit about him yet?"

Sakura pointed a finger out towards her friend. "Now, see? That's my point exactly."

Ino couldn't help, but roll her eyes. "Well, you haven't even given the man a chance! Have you even met him in person? And besides, how could you say he's unattractive. Are you some sort of blind rat?"

"No. Hatred could probably make someone unattractive, don't you think?" Sakura took a sip from her drink, set it down and looked at the window that looked out at all the people out on the streets.

Ino chuckled. "Not if that someone is extremely handsome like ,per say, you're future husband?"

Sakura glared at Ino. " Alright. What if I were to say something like 'I've never seen the man before in my entire like'. What do you say then?"

Ino shrugged. "Then I'd simply say that that's impossible. You read gossip magazines. I know you do. Plus, he's frequently featured in the entire lot of them. Quite famous he is, being a bachelor and all."

Now that was something Sakura could agree with Ino on. "That's true, I suppose," she quietly grumbled.

After that, neither talked for a time. Sakura was deep in her thoughts and Ino sat there watching those around her in the café and occasionally looking over at Sakura.

"So…" Ino said, breaking the pregnant silence. "How did you ever get into this situation?"

"Business reasons, apparently said." Sakura's grip on her cup tightened. "My parents are centuries behind and so are his parents, which would make sense since we're probably the only two people in this entire world being forced together like this."

"Is it legal?"

"Nope. None of this is the least bit legal, but hell, if I don't do this, my parents are going to cut me off."

"Would that be so bad? I mean, you're perfectly stable and with a good standing job at the hospital."

"But, I like the lifestyle I have now, Ino. My job and the money are more like…for fun. You know, like a little more cash in my pocket so when I shop I won't have to always be using my parents' funds." Sakura sighed. "But there is a bright side to all of this, I suppose. Dad never said anything about cutting me off if he chose to willingly end the engagement for such and such reasons."

"Sakura," Ino said sternly. "If you're thinking of doing things that would cause him to break it off, then stop thinking about it. Your father would not stand for it and neither would Itachi. He is not a man you should trifle with for the fun and reaction. I'm sure he shares the same views as his parents on this important matter so I highly doubt he's ever going to break it off for whatever reason that'll ever come up."

Sakura made a face. "Way to brightening up my day and crushing my hopes and dream, Ino my friend."

Ino nodded, smiling proudly. "You're very welcome."


Just around the block of the café that Sakura and Ino were in was a sports car that was parked in a position where it had a perfect view of the two, who were sitting in a table that was nearest to the café window; perfect for the purpose of the two beings in the car.

Itachi sighed and closed his eyes behind the sunglasses he wore. Rubbing his forehead, he bluntly asked, "What are we doing here again?"

Sasuke looked out his window. "We are here…to catch a glimpse of your future bride, dear brother."

Itachi looked at Sasuke, who was sitting in the driver's seat. "Did I ever say I wanted to participate in this stalker-like game of cat and mouse with you?" Itachi adjusted his seat to lean back more. "I'll see her when the time comes."

"You're not the least bit curious of her?" Sasuke asked. His eyes wandered to the area of the café. "I am. Who ever this chick is, I don't want her to be ugly. Man, it's be pretty damn sad if I was related to something like that."

"Being a tad bit shallow there?"

"No," replied Sasuke. "I just don't want to be connected to people like those."

"Does beauty no longer count on the inside?"

"First impressions usually just involve the outer appearance," Sasuke adamantly stated. After a while of searching with his eyes, Sasuke asked, "Now…what did she look like again?"

Itachi took off his glasses, sighed and gave Sasuke a look. "You came all this way after finding out through her parents where she was and you don't know a single detail on what she looks like and yet you're here trying to find her? Heh, you're unbelievably rash, Sasuke."

"I didn't think it'd be this hard to find her! I thought she'd just stick out!"

"Like a nudist?"

"Yeah, but this is a much more harder than spotting a stark naked off the streets." Sasuke growled and gave his steering wheel a pound. "God, I heard mother and father talking about her one time, I just cant remember what they said!"

Itachi relaxed and folded his arms. Despite being in this situation with Sasuke, he was quite comfortable at the current moment. "That says so much to how good you are at memorization."

"What about you, huh?"

"What about me?"

"Well, I think it's just unbelievable if Mother and Father never told you anything about the appearance of your future wife," Sasuke said glancing at his brother. "They must've said something."

"They did," Itachi said, nodding and staring at the car's ceiling.

"And?"

"I know the basics of what she looks like. She sounds okay and plain with the exception of her hair," Itachi said.

"Which is?" Sasuke asked.

"I'm not saying," Itachi said. He closed his eyes and yawned. "Can we go back home now?"

"No. What's her hair color, Itachi? I'm not leaving until I catch a glimpse of her."

"Too bad cause you're not. At least not today."

"Well then," Sasuke took out his keys from the car, which stopped the cool breeze from continuing to make the atmosphere air tolerable. "Too bad for you. We're not going home."

Itachi and Sasuke had a stare down for a while. All the while doing so, Itachi contemplated. He tell Sasuke her very noticeable hair color, they go home from this embarrassing act. If he doesn't tell him, they sit there for god knows how long. How did the younger brother have the upper hand? Itachi did not know.

"Fine," Itachi said, giving in. "It's pink."

"Pink?" Sasuke said, disbelievingly. "I don't believe you." Even so, Sasuke looked out his window, after putting the car keys back in and cooling the inside of his car once more. "I hardly doubt her hair's actually pi-" He stopped midway. "Oh god…Itachi, her hair is pink." His faced turned to Itachi in a serious manner. "Itachi…I think you're going to be married to delinquent. What type of person from a respectable family dyes their hair pink!"

"I don't think she dyed her hair. I actually believe that the description of her hair is her natural color." Itachi paused. "But delinquent? Why?" He sat up. "Does she have piercing? Tattoos? Noticeable ones?"

"No…" Sasuke said. "We're too far away, but I'm sure she doesn't. Here. Let's just drive a little cl-"

Itachi stopped his brother's hand before it touched the gear shift. "No. We're not going to act like a bunch of stalker hoodlums. You're going to turn this car around and we are both going to go home, you got that?"

Sasuke glared at his brother. "Fine," he growled. "But you're no fun."

Itachi smirked. "Don't worry. I don't see why you're so anxious. I could wait an eternity before seeing her. Frankly, I'm not looking forward to it. But luckily for you, it won't be soon before we are all formally introduced."

"Wonderful," Sasuke smirked back.


Sasuke for the last few days had often thought of Itachi as a liar when he made that statement that the two families were to be formally introduced soon and by "soon" Sasuke assumed that it'd happen a day or two later. By then, after no show of the Haruno family had been made, Sasuke scolded himself for assuming. Never make an ASS of U and ME.

Despite it being so, the question of their meeting was brought up during family dinner one night by Sasuke himself.

"So, I was thinking. When are we going to meet this girl? Itachi's future wife?" Sasuke asked, eyeing Itachi who seemed to ignore what ever just came out of his mouth, eating peacefully as he was doing before. "I'm just curious."

Their father, on the other hand, gave more welcome to the question. "I'm glad you asked. I suppose you're anxious to meet them?"

"Yeah," Sasuke replied, lazily stabbing his vegetables.

"Well, no formal meeting has been made yet," Fugaku calmly said, to which Sasuke threw a killing glare at Itachi's way. "But, I'll be sure to do so soon."

"Soon?" Sasuke calmed himself down before assuming again. "How soon will this be?"

"Are you really that eager, Sasuke?" Itachi asked passively, giving him a quick glance that last about a millisecond.

Sasuke leaned back in his chair slightly, making sure he didn't lean back too much as to then be consequently scolded by their mom. "Maybe."

Fugaku cleared his throat before speaking. "I'll set up a dinner later this week for both of our families. By then, I expect you both to show them no less respect than you show me."

"Of course," Itachi said, nodding.

"Yeah," Sasuke said before his mind started drifting. He then proceeded to stab his last vegetable victim before setting his malicious silverware down and excusing himself from the table, which was then permitted.


A/N: Yeah, an ItaSaku fanfiction! Im sorry for the formal language. Lol, im still in that "Harry-Potter-British" mode

Hope you like it?

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PLEASE EXCUSE ANY TYPOS/MISSPELLS! THIS WAS WRITTEN AND NOT REVISED