Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I was getting started on my own fiction. But here is a new story. Sasusaku, so enjoy!
Lazy didn't begin to describe it. Being rich definitely had a major influence on the attitude of the recipients. Sakura Haruno was proof enough of that.
The sunlight was peeking through her window, its rays falling like molten gold across a beautiful pale profile; high cheekbones, strong jaw, small round nose, full lips. And a strawberry blonde cascade so unique in color, people would claim she had dyed her hair light pink. Sakura tossed and turned on her queen bed, immersed completely in her scarlet silk comforter. She knew she had to get up today to meet up with the girls, she just couldn't find the will to leave her comfortable bed.
But she had to, and Sakura Haruno was always one to do what needed to be done. Her older brother Sasori would take over the company from her parents, but she would always remain the backbone and pretty face. And so she stumbled out of bed and into her spacious bathroom, straight into the shower.
The hot water soothed her muscles, and the familiar scent of cherry shampoo and conditioner was a small, but well appreciated comfort this early in the morning. It was nearly 9 o'clock! She had to meet the girls by 10:30, and then be in a meeting with her parents and brother at 1.
She hurriedly got dressed.
Sasuke Uchiha had never let the pleasures of his wealth really get to him. He woke up before dawn everyday. Because, though he would venomously deny it when asked, Sasuke loved to watch the sunrise. It was a past time he had had with his brother, before Itachi had become so immersed in the business.
He kept the tradition alive, but now instead of the distant figure of his brother lying beside him, he was by himself. And he enjoyed the quiet of this way.
His profile was soon exposed in the dawning light; strong aristocrat features on a face that had obviously once been pale, but had been tanned from long exposure from the sun, straight nose, strong jaw, eyes so dark the pupil was indistinguishable from the iris, and short glossy black hair that naturally spiked in all directions.
He was a force unto himself with his looks, and he knew it. He kept his body fit with strenuous regular practices of all forms of martial arts, and he trained his mind with small, nearly unsolvable puzzles.
The sun rose more quickly now, blood red and swiftly painting a motley of warm colors across the horizon. Sasuke stood, dusting off his dark jeans and black T-shirt with the Uchiha red and white fan in the middle.
He had a meeting with his parents and older brother later today.
He needed to be prepared.