Picking up Sasuke
Naruto Story [Number of Chapters Undecided]
Pairings- SasukexSakura, Small hints of NarutoxHinata, TentenxNeji, and ShikamaruxIno
Summary: Sasuke never REALLY knew the meaning of crazy until he met his new pink-haired, green-eyed, and not to mention irresistibly alluring secretary.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, then Itachi and Kakashi would be all mine, not to mention the total Ninja fight thing would be turned into a cliche shoujo
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'Naruto-dobe's such a baka. Of course she wouldn't be coming into this office rig-" Sasuke stopped short as he saw a woman in her twenties step into the room.
'Or maybe she would…'
What could he say? Sasuke was floored as he observed the lady. He was expecting either a dumb blonde bimbo, since she was related to the dobe, or some skanky whore. He was expecting the woman to be wearing tube tops and shorts so short that they could be passed off as either underwear, or the-most-ridiculous-short-shorty-shorts-in-the-history-of-shorts. Or underwear. Yeah, definitely underwear.
What he wasn't expecting was a well-dressed, formal looking woman that held herself in a confident and poised way. What he wasn't expecting was a woman who looked like she actually had a brain instead of only boobs. What he wasn't expecting, and he was glad for, was a girl that didn't even glance his way when she walked into the room.
That's right. Haruno Sakura didn't spare even a glance in Uchiha Sasuke's direction. And did I mention Uchiha Sasuke was one of the most powerful men in the world? Because he was.
But no. She didn't even peek at Sasuke. The woman just ran into Naruto's welcoming arms.
Sasuke arched a perfect brow. Things just got a whole lot more interesting.
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Emerald clashed with coal. From Naruto's comfortable oh-sure-squeeze-the-life-out-of-me bear hugs, I locked eyes with my boss's powerful gaze and immediately regretted it. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he thought I was going to be a slut or something. Well, he's in for a surprise.
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I saw the way she looked at me when our orbs clashed. At first, it was a look if wonder, as if trying to figure me out. I smirked. Like she could figure out what a block of ice was thinking.
The funniest thing is that she genuinely seemed to know that I was judging her as a slut without even getting to know her. And her eyes—her beautiful, mesmerizing jade orbs—narrowed in anger.
Uh oh. I mentally whacked myself on the head. Way to make a good impression.
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How dare he think me a slut! If anyone's a player it's him! That man-whore had girls crawling all over him, grabbing whatever flesh they could get their hands onto.
But I had to admit, he had the greatest pair of eyes...
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Hmm, don't think I didn't catch that look that Sakura and Teme shared. And I must say, this may be the start of something beautiful.
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Well, might as well have some fun since she already hates me. "Annoying," I remarked cruelly and grinned in satisfaction as I watched her nostrils flare. Her eyes narrow into small slits, and I knew my impression on her had worsened.
Oh well, how bad could it be? Besides, I'm her boss, so technically she couldn't exactly harm me in any way.
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I'm Annoying? Annoying? Oh wait, scratch that—his eyes were about as beautiful as Rock Lee. Green jumpsuit and all.
And he just earned himself a spot on my hit list. The top of the list.
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"Well, Unicha-san," she spat, "You're not exactly a sight for sore eyes."
Naruto laughed outright at the incorrect surname. "Hah, she got you good teme," he directed his statement to Sasuke, which earned himself a cold glare.
"That's Uchiha-san to you." Just then, Sasuke grinned evilly. "Actually, make that Uchiha-sama."
Sasuke and Sakura exchanged glares, little sparks of lightning flashing in between them. Oh, they were going to get along just dandy.
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"Your coffee, Uchiha-sama," Sakura ground out as she unwillingly handed the decaf liquid to her boss. Yes, her boss. The snobbiest man on the face of the Earth. She gritted her teeth together as to not lash out at him. Him—Uchiha Sasuke.
Sasuke took one sip before practically throwing the cup, coffee and all, back at his secretary. It splashed in her hands. "This tastes horrible," he insulted bluntly. "What did you do to it? Pour detergent in it and then spit in it?"
Sakura tried to fight off an oncoming grin. "Actually, yes. But I had Naruto spit in it for me. I wouldn't want to waste my saliva on you, as gross as that sounds. Why, does it taste bad?" she questioned innocently. Or at least, trying to compose an innocent face.
Sasuke sighed, rubbing his temples. "Bring me back another cup. And this time, don't add any wacky stuff to it."
"Aye-aye Captain." Sakura mock-saluted her boss and skipped her way out of the door, cheekily grinning the entire time.
However, once she was out that door and out of Sasuke's sight, her cockiness evaporated.
As the rosette slowly slid to the floor, the coffee cup spilled out of her hand and onto the expensive carpet plush floor.
"Oh no…Have to apologize to the…janitor," Sakura managed to herself as she placed a hand to her burning forehead. She knew she was sick. She could feel it. Migraines frequently visited her, and dizziness never evaded her. Yet, the woman refused to take the day off the get better. She was new here, and already skipping her job would give people a bad impression of her.
So she knew she had to bite the bullet and just ignore it. Not very wise, but since when was she wise? After all, she was Naruto's cousin.
As her breath came in short gasps of air, Sakura forced herself to stand. She used the wall to heave herself to an upright position and leaned against it for support.
'One more second,' she told herself. 'I'll let myself rest for one more second.' Shutting her eyes, she didn't acknowledge her co-workers giving her odd gazes, concern filling their faces.
After her moment was over, Sakura wobbled off the support of the wall, and steeled herself. She grabbed the forgotten cup off the floor, and confidently walked to the kitchen to brew more coffee.
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'Why was she taking so long to get a cup of coffee? Hmm, maybe she's planning to sabotage it again. Add worms, or maybe t-' Sasuke shook his head to get rid of those unpleasant thoughts. For some reason, though, his mind kept on straying to that woman.
The door creaked open, and Sasuke waited for his secretary to step through, holding some—hopefully—normal coffee. What he wasn't expecting was about 10-15 employees stepping through his door, trying to cram themselves in the tight space.
Sasuke hoped they weren't going to ask for a raise.
"Uchiha-san," one petite, redhead started out shyly. "W-we've noticed you hired a new secretary by the name of Haruno Sakura-san…" Sasuke sighed. Of course it was about her. What did she do this time?
"What harm did she cause to all of you?"
The redhead quickly shook her head in denial. "Harm? O-Oh no, no Uchiha-san. Quite the opposite, actually. Well, we all noticed her strange behavior today…"
Sasuke prodded for them to continue, and a middle-aged man continued. "Well, she seems to be…ill with something. While I was on my way to your office, I happened to glance her way and I saw her leaning on the wall. She was also breathing quite heavily, Uchiha-san."
"Yes, and she also put her hand to her forehead quite a couple times," an acne-faced man added.
Sasuke frowned. She never showed that she was sick in the least when she was in his company. "Thank you for your concern. You are all dismissed." The group filed out the room to leave Sasuke in his thoughts.
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I took another deep breath before pushing to his office, holding a cup of "normal"coffee. "Here's your coff-"
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Sasuke interrupted me. Quite rudely, I might add. I would have reprimanded him had I not been so surprised. How had he figured out? "I-I'm not sick," I stuttered, but luck wasn't on my side. After the words left my mouth, I spluttered into a coughing fit.
I felt the world spin around me, and faintly heard the sound of Sasuke's voice as he called my name. 'Well, at least he knows my name' was my last thought before my world went black.
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Sasuke wasn't exactly familiar with this situation. Sakura had just fainted in his office, and was breathing rather heavily.
Oh what to do, what to do… Deciding that the most rational thing would be to get her in bed, Sasuke, as gently as he could, lifted the fragile girl in his arms. She looked as if she would break.
Trying not to jostle her around too much, Sasuke ran down the entire flight of stairs, and hurried to his car. He felt the questioning stares directed at him, but decided that they weren't important right now.
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Sakura was faintly aware of a pair of secure arms around her, but they were far different from Naruto's. She didn't have time to ponder, though, for the darkness once again sucked her in and she fell asleep once more.
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Sasuke carefully laid the unconscious woman into the passenger seat, and buckled her down. Her head lolled to the side as he shut the car door. Almost sprinting to the other side, Sasuke whipped open the driver's door and scurried in.
He quickly drove to Sakura's house, breaking quite a few laws to get there. He didn't go to his own house for 2 reasons—one being that her house was closer, and another being that he didn't think she'd really prefer waking up in a totally different environment.
That, and Itachi would probably make fun of him for the rest of his life if he brought a girl in his room.
Lucky for him, Sasuke arrived at Sakura's unscathed by the police. He frowned as he quickly gave a rundown of the house. Well, apartment actually. It wasn't like a shed, but it wasn't necessarily the hottest thing on the block either. At least it looked livable in...sort of...
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Sakura awoke again from the slam of a car door, and, in the back of her mind, she could feel herself being picked up by that same pair of warm arms. She snuggled deeper into the warmth, and felt the owner of those pleasant arms shift her in a more comfortable position.
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A microscopic blush appeared on Sasuke's face as he felt Sakura cuddle into him. Unaware that she was half-awake, he gently brushed of pink hair that had strayed away from her messily done ponytail.
A small smile flitted across her face, and Sasuke resisted the urge to return it to the girl in his arms. He carried her up to the door, and, asking the apartment manager for her room number, reached her floor without breaking a sweat.
'She's really too light for a girl like her. I wonder if she's eating enough' Sasuke thought off-handedly as he dug for a spare key inside the potted plant next to her room. He unlocked the aged wooden door, and it squeaked noisily as it was forced open with his knee. Sasuke took a moment to save the picture in his memory.
Her apartment room. Was it really her room, though? It looked untouched, like no one lived in it. There were no photos of her family or herself, and everything was in prim condition. The only thing signaling that it belonged to Sakura was the nameplate spelling the word HARUNO in bold letters. Not your average room, Sasuke could tell.
Reminding himself to question her about it later, Sasuke's eyes darted across the room as he tried to locate her bedroom. Spotting a slightly ajar door, he peeked in and came face to face with a queen-sized bed. It was a soft cream color. Like he expected, it looked as if no one had ever slept on it.
Tenderly placing the sleeping girl into the bed, Sasuke took one look at her clothes, mentally questioning himself. Hmm, risk getting slapped when she wakes up by changing her clothes, or don't change her clothes and further worsen her illness. Oh, the choices.
Eventually settling on the former option, Sasuke slowly stripped her of her clothes, making sure not to look too much at that gorgeous body. Of course, her undergarments were still on. After locating her pajamas and clothing her, Sasuke wrapped the blanket around her still frame.
Now that the priorities were taken care of, Sasuke felt Sakura's forehead and instantly pulled away. She was burning up! Her forehead was almost too hot to touch!
Quickly, he grabbed a washcloth and bowl from the kitchen and Sasuke filled the bowl with tap water. The cloth was then drenched and folded it into a neat little rectangle. Sasuke placed the object onto Sakura's forehead, and almost swore he could hear a faint sizzle from the contact.
'I think I'll just stay here for a while.' Sasuke absently-minded played with a strand of Sakura's hair as he gazed at her face.
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I knew I was awake, because my limbs were screaming at me to go back to sleep. Ignoring the weight of my eyelids, I forced my eyes open and waited for my vision to adjust. Wait, wasn't I supposed to be in the office? Unless it sudden spouted a lumpy bed and puke-colored walls, which was highly impossible, I don't think this was the office.
And then I remembered. I fainted. From that stupid fever. But the question is—how did I get to my bedroom?
I glanced to my right and bit back a scream. There wasn't a glass of water, like I was expecting, but there was an Uchiha Sasuke staring rather intensely at me.
It seriously wasn't something you wanted to wake up to, especially if you awoke in a totally different area from where you fell unconscious.
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Occasionally, I got up to change her washcloth. But other than that, I just stared at her.
I'm not exactly sure why I would choose that course of action, but my eyes seemed to be permanently fixated on her sleeping face.
Which, I might add, she had an adorable sleeping face. Not that I'd admit that to anyone.
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"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" Sakura glared at the man sitting next to her bed. But her glare softened slightly as she noticed his disheveled state and the washbowl next to him. He must have stayed with her the entire day.
"Well, that's certainly a nice way to treat the man who carried you all the way from the office to here," Sasuke replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. "You should be glad I didn't break my back from the weight of you! What did you eat for dinner? A cow?" He knew it was abnormal of him to tease someone this much, but for some reason he felt comfortable around her.
"Actually yes. I had beef stew for dinner last night."
"Well, I think you're going to be just fine if you can insult me like that." Sasuke stood up to leave with a smirk playing of his face.
"Oi." Sakura tried to catch his attention. She coughed and spluttered, and right when Sasuke was prepared for her to go into another coughing fit, finally managed to mutter out the word "thanks." As you could see, Sakura wasn't very good at apologizing.
Sasuke nodded and casually walked to the door. Without looking back, he raised his hand in a half-wave and left with the door squeaking behind him.
Suddenly, it was too quiet for Sakura. Marching out of bed, she hunted for a glass of water in the kitchen. However, that process involved getting up and out of bed. And when the comforter wasn't there to hide what Sakura was wearing…
"SASUKE! HENTAI!!!"
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"SASUKE! HENTAI!" I felt a smirk tease my lips. She finally noticed. But she forget to use the proper formalities.
Maybe I'll let it slip this one time…
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"Hey, where's Sasuke?" Sakura poked Naruto in the shoulder, hardly realizing that she had dropped the suffix, and was calling him by his first name.
Naruto, on the other, wasn't as oblivious. He grinned at her, then shrugged nonchalantly in answer to her question. "Teme called in sick or something. Wonder what happened."
Sakura grinned.
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Was there such thing as love at first sight? Because if so, then Sakura sure had a bad case of it.
[a/N Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm really happy, since this is only my second Fanfic and already I'm getting great feedback! Well, after this chapter, the entire plot will start to unfold, as in how the Fanfic got it's title and whatnot. Well, I hope you enjoyed it!]
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