The Ultimate Mrs Uchiha
By iNk'-'Cr0w & TORISHIRO
Hello! It's iNk'-'Cr0w! Now before you kill me for potential plagiarism, let me say that I'm aware of other people having stories very similar to this. I also know that this is quite the clichéd love story where the diner Cinderella meets the handsome rich prince and I might've failed at the storyline of this since it's a sort of modernisation of Naruto + gang's story! Thus, there might be a bit of Ooc-ness with the main 3.
Torishiro: Crow, if you get flamed for this story, it just shows that you should really be working on your other stories, Y'KNOW? Big emphasis right there.
I know, but I gotta write these while I have the gist of the story, Y'KNOW? Anyway, I do apologise if there are stories similar to this one and credits go to their rightful owners because it's been thanks to our own blood and sweat that the stories have been made possible. Please let me know what you think, and if you'd like, you can check out my other fic :) Now, Torishiro please?
Torishiro: *sighs* "We do not own Naruto" or any other relatively similar story.
(I apologise for any spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes, etc.)
Summary:
To say that this is one of the most quirky clichéd stories of all time with a few twisty bits courtesy of Naruto & gang, is just the pinnacle of it.
In a world where the Akatsuki is known as the Diablos, all sorts of troubles lie in wait for the new pink-haired Mrs Uchiha, ranging from your typical issue of 'the other woman', questionable closeness with your 'husband's' best friend and ties to family history you never knew about. A lot is at stake and ready to fall to apart.
And to think that it all started when Sasuke Uchiha walked into a diner with a marriage proposal insisted by his brother…
Chapter 1
{Sakura's POV}
Independence has always been a big part of my life. Not once in my 19 years on earth did I think I'd ever let that independence slip away from me and go unnoticed. Independence has been practically engraved into my life from the very beginning and is still a part of it every single day. Waking up alone in the house early every morning to the sound of my beat-up old alarm clock was a reminder of that.
Freshening up and energizing myself with the daily dose of caffeine helped set me into a good mood and get ready for work. The measly breakfast that was all that my small kitchen could produce did little to dampen my mood as I left home. Now don't get me wrong. I know it's completely unhealthy to not have a proper breakfast, but after years of living this lifestyle, it's pretty much the norm for me now and money has always been a tight budget.
Speaking of which, my pay check would be coming in a few days. The thought of work made me speed up my pace and I soon saw the familiar building of the diner up ahead. I work at Ichiraku's Diner & Bar. As a waitress, my shifts are from 6-11am in the morning and 11-3 for the afternoon. While it had been rumoured to be a cheap, messy place, Ichiraku's was a leisurely diner that served a neat range of food with good service and they paid their employees fairly well.
I missed the place when I went overseas for advanced studies with a business woman called Tsunade. While I had enjoyed learning all that I could abroad, I rushed back to Ichiraku's and ask Teuchi – the head chef and owner, for the job again because without it, I wouldn't be able to support myself.
Today's first unexpected moment was when Ayame – Teuchi's daughter, came into the kitchen where I was waiting for the orders and said that Mr Uchiha had called for me specifically. I found that strange because Itachi Uchiha came to the diner often and was known well enough around Ichiraku's that he could be referred to by his first name. It was only around 30 minutes past 6 am in the morning and it was strange that he was here so early when he usually stopped by in the afternoon. But then again, he hadn't been in for a few weeks so there must be a reason for the change.
I finished my drink and headed out to Itachi's favourite seat in the lounge by the window.
"Oh, Saku, he's over there," Ayame said as she walked past, nodding in the opposite direction where the tables were on the other side of the room. I gave her a questioning look as she shrugged, eyes flitting to that direction nervously.
"Ok…" I said and turned to walk in that way. Weird… but he had come in early and called for me specifically, so I pushed away the feeling of suspicion and continued walking.
"Sakura!" A sluggish voice said before I felt a smack on my butt as I walked past an especially rowdy table. I looked back caught Jiraiya with a smile on his face. He was one of our regulars here and he never failed to flirt no matter how young the waitresses here were. He was also a surprisingly successful smut novelist who happened to know Tsunade a couple years back. Taking a few quick steps back towards his table I whacked him upside the head.
"Easy! Easy! You know I like to tease," He said, attempting at a flirtatious manner. I wrinkled my nose in mock disgust.
"And you know I don't tolerate behaviour like that from a grown man," I told him with my hands on my hips, enjoying part of our daily routine. Despite his antics, Jiraiya was good guy who seemed somewhat like a crazy uncle to me.
"Well, I can't help it when you remind me so much of Tsunade," he laughed as I smiled. The mention of the woman always brightened my mood. She was like a mother to me more than my own mom, no matter how strict she used to be. She could get quite bold and rash but gentle when it came down to it.
"You just keep dreaming about the day you'll be with her and I'm sure I won't be too much of a problem for you," I smiled, teasing him about the confession he had shamelessly made when he was drunk during an evening here once. He failed at giving me an angry look and I laughed, continuing on towards Itachi's new seat. I almost skipped like a schoolgirl at the thought of seeing him again. I mean, he was a nice person even though he looked pretty intimidating at times, but he mentioned that that face was something he had inherited from his father. It would be nice to sit and catch up with him.
"Hey Ita-"
I froze mid-sentence as my eyes landed on the person sitting at the table. "You are not Itachi," I said in almost a whisper.
"Excuse me?" The man cast his gaze at me and I could swear I had definitely frozen over because there, sitting in front of me was THE Sasuke Uchiha – the handsome and cool and quick-witted younger brother of the marvellous Itachi Uchiha. His fingers tapped rhythms on the tabletop in impatience.
"Uh, Mr…Uchiha… " I said, willing myself to be more confident. It was a hard thing to do considering how it's not every day that a multi-billionaire hotshot comes to the diner and calls for you specifically.
"Sakura Haruno?" He said in a cool, flowing voice that's swept millions of women across Japan off their feet. It was pretty obvious that he was one of the most sought after guys, especially with those features.
And he's sitting right in front of you! A crazed voice in my head squealed like a fan girl. I bit the inside of my cheek to steel myself and focus on work. Just, breathe. If you mess this up, there's a very likely chance you could get less tips after this.
I silently took a deep breath and nodded at him. Itachi didn't talk about him much before, but from what everyone else has dished out about him, he was a composed and decisive man, which only added more to his list of attributes-
"Thank God. I thought you would never get here, or for this tacky place to open up,"
"Excuse me?" His statement almost came out as a mutter, but to me it was loud and clear. I've been working here since high school and while other people had definitely had that misconception of the place, I could not and would not stand this rich bitch's complaining.
"You better take a seat. We need to talk." What he said was probably meant to be a suggestion or offer, but with his voice made it sound more like a command. And that only helped pent up my irritation.
"Uh, what can I help you with?" I asked politely, pensively taking a seat across the table from him.
"I've been told that you're a bit cosy with my brother," he suddenly said. I stared at him.
"Sorry? I- you must be mistaken, Itachi and I are only good friends," I said as I made eye contact. It was important to do so to get my point across. "If anything, Itachi's like an older brother to me-"
"Really? Well, I assure you that I wasn't thinking of you as my brother's toy, nor did my brother mention that the two of you had an intimate relationship." There was a trace of mirth on his face. I tried to keep the intensity of my scowl to a minimum.
"I can see the two of you converse a lot about me," I told him and he held my gaze.
"That's smart of you to notice. However, that's not what I'm here to talk to you about," he paused, eyes sweeping over my face, assessing for any emotions. "I'm curious to know what in the world caused my brother to choose you, of all the women in the world…" he said quietly and I furrowed my brows.
What? Picked me…?
"…when there are a gazillion more out there who are much more presentable than you."
Excuse me?
"I'm sorry, if that's all you're here to inquire about, I'm sad to say that I wouldn't have a gist of info as to whatever it is Itachi has done that involves me. If that's all, I have to get back to work. Thank you for your time, Mr Uchiha," I said icily as I slid out of my seat and proceeded to walk away.
This ordeal was beginning to make me think that Sasuke Uchiha wasn't always the man that everyone thought he was. Before I could take another step away, something caught my arm in a death grip and wound me back into a seat.
"I don't believe we're finished here, Ms Haruno." He said with absolute venom as he held my arm against me, cornering me further until I could feel my back against the window.
"Let me frickin' go or heaven help you because I will not think twice about ruining that pretty face of yours! This may be a diner, but Teuchi 's dealt with stuck-up, misunderstood guys like you before!" I yelled. If any of his fans would have heard that, they would've ripped me to shreds. But I couldn't care less as my anger flared impossibly high at his attitude. What I do care about though, is the trouble I've most likely caused for Teuchi.
"Stop shouting! I hate having to talk to you as much you do to me but there is a problem you've made and I'm not going to stand by and let you do nothing about it!" He growled, his voice dangerously low as he glared daggers at me.
"A problem I've made?! And what, Mr Uchiha, is that problem that I've created that could cause so much inconvenience for the both of us?!" I hissed. He laughed at this, but there was no humour in it.
"'Inconvenience for the both of us?' And here I was thinking all along that you've had this all planned out. Are telling me that you didn't soften up to my brother and suggest marriage between us?" I blinked a couple of times before deciding that I had zero understanding of what it was that he was on about.
"I'll give you 10 seconds to explain what the hell you mean by that before I scream bloody murder. I have no idea what it is you're talking about and I'm not sure if I want to know." I ground out as my patience began to wear thin. His jaw clenched as a muscle ticked under his left eye and I could see how pissed he was. There was no humour or tomfoolery in his posture and I was slightly worried that his restraint would soon wear out and strangle me. Why he was mad was beyond me.
Calm yourself Sakura. Don't be such a child. Attempt at a civil display of talk even if the man is a complete jackass.
"Look," I said, trying to make non-venomous eye-contact. "What exactly is your business here in this 'tacky' little place, Mr Uchiha?" I said calmly, but it was evident that I'm not going to simply let his earlier comment slide. "Tell me everything you mean to say as if I'm hearing it for the first time because there's a 90% chance that I am. Please and thank you."
He seemed to have trouble preventing a sneer from forming on his face and slowly took a deep breath as if to steel himself.
"I'm here to propose marriage." He said in a voice so grave it sounded more like he was announcing a death sentence.
My brain took a couple of seconds to register what he had just said. Then a laugh erupted from me so suddenly that it almost sounded like a cackle. He glared.
"I'm sorry, it's just that it sounded like you just said you were here to propose marriage. That's a good one, who dared you to do this? Itachi? Where is he so I can give him a pat on the back for this hilarious prank." I suppressed another laugh and looked around the tables for Itachi's smirking face as Sasuke continued glaring harmless daggers at me. He seemed to be slightly surprised at my immunity to his glares before sighing in exasperation and pressing his fingers to his temples.
"Can she be any more of a superlatively imprudent woman?" he muttered to himself but his face wasn't that far away that it didn't go unnoticed by me. He seemed to sense my temper flaring at this because he held his hand up to silence me. "My brother is in Las Vegas at the moment. He gave me specific instructions to have you engaged to me by early Sunday morning which is when he is due back. If not, he will take over the family business without so much as sparing me a decent position in the company." His face was completely void of humour and I found myself beginning to believe that this was no joke.
My brows furrowed. "Why the heck would Itachi do that?"
The younger Uchiha raised an eye brow himself. "You call him Itachi like that and yet you wonder why he's doing this? Obviously my brother's smitten with an immature gold-digger like you, but instead of marrying you himself, he's thrown you at me since you because you probably prefer young carcass,"
"If you're referring to yourself as the young carcass, you're terribly mistaken," All I could derive from his talk was that he was constantly insulting myself and Itachi to a point that it sounded like he implied that everyone should just bow down to him. "And if I were the 'immature gold-digger' as you so brashly say I am, I would marry Itachi over you any time, seeing how arrogant and stuck up you are," I realise my insults were sounding a bit insipid at this point, but there were only a few things I could tolerate and Sasuke Uchiha's rotten attitude was not one of them.
"Things could be settled so much easier if you explain to me as to why Itachi would throw this hitch at me when I've worked to the driving the business into a better future. Explain why marrying a 19 year-old dirty mouthed, pink haired minx of a diner waitress is worth everything I'm already entitled to." His eyes swept over me as he said 'this' and it took everything I had in me not to turn his pretty face into something that resembled mashed potatoes.
"Thinking that way only proves how unworthy you are of everything you're already entitled to. As for Itachi's decisions on this, I think it's painfully obvious that you should ask him directly because I don't ever recall putting him up for this. Actually, I think I'll tell him what I thought about this ridiculous experience of having to talk to you."
His glare intensified tenfold and he suddenly tightened his grip on my arm, reminding me that he had yet to let go of my limb.
"I believe that the only thing you'll be telling him is that you've agreed to the proposal. He's made it clear that you shouldn't know any of this and that you have to agree to the marriage without bribery or compulsion."
"Right now you're proving how much of a pathetic CEO you'll be. You're a cheat and incapable of following direct instructions. You're also quiet the effortless jackass." I said as I attempted to free my arm from his hold. I'm pretty sure he was beginning to cut off the circulation.
"I'm only a jackass to women like you who play men like my brother in order to get what they want."
"'Women like me'? As much as I'd like to take credit of being such a genius about this as you claim me to be, I can't because even if I did try pulling some stint like that, it wouldn't be you who I'd want to get my hands on."
"Well I suppose anyone with a decent enough amount of money in their bank account would be good for you wouldn't they?" he glared daggers again and this time I almost felt a little pinch. "If anything, I'd be one of the few big catches around here. I'm also not old, obese or filthy-rich with a fake no-strings-attached policy to set myself a life guaranteed with failure."
It was that moment that I fully woke up from every women's fantastical delusion of Sasuke Uchiha ever being the perfect man. It was disappointing really, how so many people made him out to be such a prince charming when he was quiet an a-hole in real life. What I thought – what all women thought - to be a nice, charming dark prince was replaced with this guy who was practically reeking with self-importance and arrogance. The sharpness of his features were highly attractive, what with the sleek shine of soft looking dark hair, and skin so flawless that it made him look inhuman in a good way. But those looks that seemed so out of this world only proved why he was too good to be true.
"How I see it is that you've got an ego big enough to match your bank account. You must dislike having to deal with inevitable potholes like this in your seemingly perfect life."
"What I dislike is giving opportunists like you a chance to have your way with things because you're necessary for something I'm striving to achieve and maintain. Because I'm not as rotten as you see me to be, I think it'd be both in our interests to come to an agreement so we can get this over and done with." He paused as if to wait for my opinion.
"I'll listen so long as you don't pour out insults about anyone else as much as you breathe out CO2."
Ignoring this, he continued. "I'll agree on marrying you on the condition of a pre-nup that he didn't allow and for the marriage to last until I am officially appointed as CEO in 3 years' time." He looked like he had more to say, but the words were practically itching to get out of my mouth.
"Give me one good reason as to why I should agree to this if it'll only benefit one person?"
"Because it won't benefit just one person." He said as he slightly narrowed his eyes, as if to reprimand me for being impatient. Without breaking pace in his speech, he said,
"Secretly as part of the pre-nup, I'm willing to pay you 600 million Yen for every year you're married to me."
I clenched my jaw to stop it from dropping to the tabletop.
Holy frijoles, how many zeroes is that? And for each year? Now that is the kind of figure I'd want to see in my bank account. My inner self almost died at what he said. At the same moment though, Itachi's kind face flashed through my head. Though I was told it was his idea that we should get marriage and it was Sasuke offering to pay me in exchange for a 3 year marital relationship, it all just felt wrong.
"No thank you." Declining an offer of ¥600 million x3 was probably like declining a second chance at life, but my integrity was going to be at stake no matter what choice I make. The Uchiha narrowed his eyes further.
"Haste isn't a good thing Ms Haruno, especially when your life is in the pits and I know this money is something you're in desperate need of."
"You know jack-shit about what I need, Mr Uchiha." I spat at him. He somewhat looked smug at me.
"I know enough that your internet and telephone connections will be cut off sometime soon thanks to the unpaid bills sitting at home. The home itself is over 6 months behind on the mortgage. You tried ignoring your parents' debt on the whole shebang by graduating early but by doing so you had to study abroad, which only proved to add salt to the injury since you're barely paying up on the interest of the fees. There will be no limitations if you sign the contract. You'll enjoy the luxuries offered being my wife and you'll even get paid a generous amount of money."
I could tell my cheeks were burning up so badly from humiliation by the way Uchiha had finally let go of me to steady his chin in his intertwined hands in a relaxed posture, studying me.
It was my turn to glare at him, certain that holes would start burning into his smug, fuggly little face because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
"While I could say that I'm honoured you would research the life of a dirty mouthed, pink haired minx of a diner waitress and opportunist-slash-gold-digger, I feel a bit peeved that you would go so low as to throw someone's struggles into their face to succeed." Absolute rage flashed in his eyes and it was clearly evident that he had lost the cool composure he had earlier.
"if it's the purity of the case that you're worried about, don't, because I'm sure Itachi's reasons for picking you as my wife will be relatively sound to you no matter how incredulous they may seem to be now. I believe now's the time to put what you've learned from Tsunade to good use instead of thinking like a romanced high schoolgirl."
My shoulders squared at the mention of Tsunade. How dare he bring her into this damned conversation?
"At least I perceive as the type to understand with emotions, unlike you who doesn't seem to have one good bone in your body – just the dark want to crush anything preventing you from making money." I retorted sharply.
"I definitely won't deny that I do like making a good fortune, but coming to an agreement will prevent any further conflict between my brother and me."
"I think his disappointment in us both when he finds out about the pre-nup will be a sure ticket to another conflict."
"The fact that you're more concerned with his disappointment than 600 million Yen each year is wildly amusing. I can see why you let your parents wallow in other miseries to distract themselves from their disappointment in you."
My palm itched to high five his cheek. This bitch was asking for a slap in the face, goddammit.
"Don't talk about my parents that way." I snarled in a gravely quiet voice.
He scoffed.
"They died from their disappointment in you, yet you insist on being loyal. It's heart-warming in a way, but one would think it's because of their wasteful pleasures that you're up to your neck in debts to all sorts of people."
"Whatever my parents had done in the past did nothing to impact your life, so I ask you to keep your opinion to yourself because they are not needed to be voiced. Your brother on the other hand is a good enough person to not keep secrets to himself for too long."
"Don't talk like you truly know who Itachi is because you don't!" he snapped at me. "Everything was perfectly fine until he drops this goddamn bomb about you." The volume of his voice was barely raised but he leant in close to prove the intensity of his words. "Now I have to become accustomed to having a wife that I don't need."
"Agreeing to be married to you for 3 years straight would kill me, no matter how wonderful the pleasantries are in the time being. It would be like agreeing to be used. I'm sorry, but I think you'll have to break the news to Itachi that I've declined your proposal. You've used longer than the time I could offer and I have work to tend to. Good day, Mr Uchiha." I steeled my words as I slipped past him back towards the staff room, making sure there was a tone of finality to my decision. I bit the inside of my cheeks because I knew this would be something I'd regret.
A/N:
Okay! Whoa that was long, and a bit boring considering that their first experience was them talking and spitting at each other. I suppose this first chapter was a bit of a filler on their backgrounds and stuff, but Naruto himself has yet to make an appearance! Stay with me! I'm working on making the following chapters better! Now, Torishiro-kun, please explain in a few points what the next chapter will contain!
Torishiro: Urh…
Namikaze
Tehehe! Does that name ring any bells?
The character Masashi Kishimoto created as tribute to Bruce Lee
Bushy brows is his nickname :]
Oi! What a major give away. Anyway:
Sasuke to the rescue.
Heheh, just tested your Naruto knowledge there. Anyway, please leave a review 'cause I'd love to know what such awesome readers think :]
