A/N: Finally finished editing the second chapter. My god. Sometimes I'm really proud of my writing, but then other times I'm just like, what the hell was I thinking? There used to be a third chapter, but I deleted it because I rushed it so horribly. I'll be continuing with this for a little while longer. Maybe two more chapters or so? In any case, don't forget to review! xoxo

I do not own VS or the VS Fashion Show, I wish I did, or at least able to attend. I also don't own Naruto.

To say Sakura was a "deer caught in the headlights" would be a complete understatement. "I need Alessandra over here!" "Where are the wings for the final segment?!" "What are you doing?! You need to finish with hair and makeup!" "Everyone who doesn't need to be here needs to get out!"

There was so much yelling going on and it wasn't only directed at the models. Workers were arguing over which set of wings went where, where a particular bra was and all sorts of other things. What the hell was going on?

Sakura Haruno had become a model at the ripe age of twelve, starting off with children's clothing for various stores such as Macy's, Braun and H&M. When she turned sixteen she was asked by multiple wedding dress designers to model their dresses for magazines and any other photo shoot.

She hadn't actually walked a runway until she was about 19 years old when she was approached by Vogue and Runway itself. It was amazing and astonishing to her that she had gone from posing for simple picture for top name brands to being asked personally to walk in New York City. For her, it was a dream come true.

Thankfully though, throughout her career, Sakura had promised herself that no matter what would happen, she would not become one of those snotty brats that call themselves a model or starve herself just to keep her figure.

At fourteen, she was paired up with a few other girls for a multitude of photo shoots and they would not stop harping Sakura for her forehead or saying she didn't belong there because her parents didn't have money. To her, those girls weren't pretty to begin with. One had flaming red hair that obviously wasn't natural and ribs that stuck out way too far.

How had this red head even become a model in the first place? Oh yeah, her father had so much money he would pay people to allow her to model and order them to Photoshop her to make her look somewhat presentable. From that moment on, Sakura vowed to stay true to herself and not become one of those models.

And by god it paid off. Not only did Sakura look and feel amazing, she was getting offers from so many companies that she had to turn most of them down. Until she was approached by none other than Victoria's Secret.

For so many years she had dreamed of walking in the Victoria's Secret Fashion show. She loved how they went all out each year, making the show look completely amazing. The girls were all beautiful too. Of course a few of them looked like they were working a little too hard for their flat stomach, but she had heard that each one of them were the nicest people ever.

Not to mention her boss was amazing and kind. Sakura had only met Fugaku twice since she had become a VS Angel, but each time he welcomed her with open arms as if she were his own daughter. He treated each model equally and made sure they were taken care of by the company in more ways than just a pay check. If some had to move away from their homes in order to become an Angel, he would set them up with an apartment of their own and have the first couple of months paid for.

Fugaku also made it his mission to get to know each one of the girls personally in various ways. For her, Sakura had been invited to have dinner with him and his wife, who had easily become Sakura's favorite person. Mikoto had done nothing but smile at Sakura and welcomed her into her home as if she was her daughter, just like Fugaku had done for her. That night, Mikoto had shown her around the house, sharing pictures of her two sons when they were just boys, making Sakura blush at just how adorable they had been. Of course, she knew that one of them, she couldn't remember which, was going to be taking over the company soon, and could only hope he was as kind as Fugaku had been. Sakura knew she would be working for this company for a very long time but only if his son didn't turn out to be an arrogant person.

"Sakura! You're needed in changing room three!" The voice yelling at her woke her from her thoughts. She quickly stood up from the makeup counter and almost ran to the changing room she was needed in. The photo shoots for VS had been so easy for her that she thought this show would be a piece of cake. Oh how wrong she had been.

It seemed as though the girls had become completely different people as they rushed about to change for their parts and make sure their hair was done. Thankfully, they hadn't allowed her to make more than one appearance, wanting her to become acquainted with things before going through three changes in ten minutes.

As she stood in the mirror, looking at the gorgeous blue set she was wearing, she couldn't help but feel the most complete self-pride she had ever felt in her entire career. Here she was, only twenty-one years old and already modeling for the most talked about show of the year. It was amazing to see how far she had come and now, she was the youngest angel there ever was.

"Sak, you're on in two." She looked towards the door to see a brunette with two buns on her head and a headset strapped to her face. With a nod, she left the room and stood at the entrance of the catwalk as she was strapped into her wings. With a few deep calming breaths, she waited for her queue then made her first appearance on the VS runway.

It was the most amazing experience she had ever had as the lights of cameras flashed in her eyes, making the crowed look like it sparkled with a silver glitter; the live music playing some of her favorite songs. It was a total adrenaline rush. Her long legs took her all the way to the end of the platform, where she caught the eyes of the head honchos of VS. Including who must have been Fugaku's son and god was he gorgeous. Of course she had seen pictures of his younger self, but nothing could have prepared her for what he looked like in the present.

Her heart started to race and all of a sudden it seemed as if time stopped. He was looking straight at her with such fierceness in his eyes. He seemed to be everything that she wasn't. This man seemed so dark and mysterious while she was bright and all smiles and yet something drew her to him, like a magnet.

With a soft wink and a blown kiss, she turned around, whipping her feathered wings around her and walked back. Was that too daring? Was it too much? As soon as she was off, she was met by a few of the models, congratulating her on her first appearance. Despite what happened on the runway, the smile on Sakura's beautiful face never faltered.

Even as the show ended and her gorgeous ensemble was taken off of her, her smile never wavered. Back into her mundane unmentionables and her short VS robe, Sakura sat back down at her vanity, taking off the small amount of makeup that she was wearing. With a few touch ups to her hair long pink hair, she made sure it was still softly curled at its ends. All of the girls were all talking about going out for drinks in order to celebrate another awesome year, so she still wanted to make sure she looked her best.

"Sak! Can I barrow your cotton pads," asked one of the blondes. She quickly grabbed a few then handed them over to the girl who was asking her. When she turned back around, her smile softened as her eyes laid on the very same person she had winked at.

"Ladies, I know you would like to leave but there is someone here I would like you to meet. As you all know, I shall be retiring this year..." Of course it was sad news to hear, but Sakura knew that Fugaku had worked long and hard for this company. "My son, Sasuke here, will be taking over for me."

Sakura clapped her hands slightly to welcome the new owner, her eyes never leaving his. She had to admit, this man was drop dead gorgeous, but she wasn't going to allow her girlish side come out in front of her new boss. Soon enough, his eyes met hers and she gave him a soft smile before standing up from her chair to finish changing into her street clothes.

She walked passed Sasuke, nodding politely before disappearing into one of the changing rooms. God he was gorgeous, and was it just her or was he staring at her? With a shake of her head, she took off the black robe she was wearing and placed on a pair of dark, straight leg jeans, brown knee high boots and a black a white striped shirt. After making sure everything was in its place, she then pulled on a grey pea coat and wrapped a red scarf around her neck. Winter in New York was something she still had to get used to since she came from sunny California. In fact, Sakura actually had to buy winter clothes specifically for this show. Her hometown, Fresno, California, had winters, but nowhere near as cold as New York. Hell, she didn't even know what snow was hardly.

When she walked out of her dressing room and into the main area, she was welcomed by the sight of most of the girls crowding around poor Sasuke, asking him if he worked out or was single. With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed her purse and car keys, deciding it would be better to drink at home than with those hormonal girls. Sure they were some of the nicest people she had ever met, but did they really need to fawn all over him like they were?

Just as she was about to walk out the back door, Sakura was tapped on the shoulder. When she turned around another smile came upon her face as her eyes met Fugaku's. "You did great, Sakura. I'm so proud of you." The two embraced each other and she told him thank you.

"Mikoto asked me to invite you over for dinner and drinks tonight. She had so much fun talking with you the last time you had come over. I know that she would want to congratulate you on your first appearance." How could she say no to Mikoto?

"I would love too!"

"But shh," he whispered as he placed his index finger to his lips, a sly smirk gracing his aged face. "I don't want the other girls to know I'm playing favorites." A giggle escaped her lips as she nodded and gave him a loving kiss on the cheek. "By the way, have you met my son yet," he asked abruptly. Sakura opened her mouth to say something to protest the need to, but Fugaku had already called Sasuke over to them.

"Sasuke, this is Sakura." The model held her hands out to the young man who seemed to stare at it as if she had three arms. "It's nice to meet you, Sasuke. I'm excited to work under you. Your father has been very kind and the best boss I have ever had." Fugaku chuckled and waved off her compliment. ." Slowly, and with grace, he shook her hand gently, seemingly allowing his hand to linger for a little longer than necessary. "Likewise, Sakura."

Oh god, his voice was pure honey! "Your father invited me over for dinner. Would you be joining us?" It was a harmless question, but nonetheless she kept her voice formal as well as her body posture. With a nod of his god-like head, Sasuke answered.

"My mother would kill me if I did something else." A soft giggle escaped Sakura's full pink lips. "I find myself having a hard time saying no to her," she said. "Well, I should be going. I need to stop by my house before I go to dinner."

"Ah, let me drive you." She stopped. Had Sasuke really offered to drive her? At that moment, she was glad her back was facing him for her cheeks turned red in a blush. "No, that's okay," she said, turning around. "I have my car here and I dont want to leave it sitting here."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Sak," Fugaku chimed in. "I'll have one of the workers drive it to your house, if you're comfortable with that."

How could she say no? Yet another smile spread across her lips. God, her cheeks were starting to hurt. "Then I would love that." Sakura then handed her car keys to Fugaku before following Sasuke to the limo that was waiting for him. "Wait, didn't you and your father take this limo," she asked, remembering the buzzing of the paparazzi when they had arrived.

Sasuke shrugged as he opened the door for her. "He has multiple drivers on speed dial." With a nod of her head, Sakura climbed in.

It was quiet for a while with only the sounds of traffic and the limo being heard within the cabin. Awkwardly, she crossed her legs and looked out the window to watch the world go by before deciding to speak up. "So, are you happy to be taking over the company," she asked, finally breaking the ice.

Sasuke shrugged and for a moment but didn't make any motion to respond. With a silent "okaayy" to herself, she looked down at her hands. Not a man of many words, folks. "My older brother didn't want it, and my father would like for the company to stay within the family instead of selling it," he finally chimed.

Sakura lifted her green eyes to meets his own. "That makes sense. He's done so much for this company, I can only imagine what you will do for it." For the remainder of the ride, neither spoke. And once they made it to her house, Sasuke opened the door for her and was going to wait at the limo. "Oh, you can come inside if you would like."

With a nod, he followed her into her small condo. It wasn't lavish or expensive, just comfortable and very homey. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll only be a few minutes." With a nod of his head, she walked into the small kitchen to make sure her cat was fed, then walked into the back room that was her bedroom. She only grabbed a few things that she might need for the night if Mikoto was going to insist that she stay, something that had almost happened the last time she was over. There was something about the woman that made Sakura so comfortable, like she was visiting with her own mother. Maybe it was because of the fact that her own was on the opposite side of the country. They also liked to drink and as a result of Mikoto's hospitality, Sakura always had a place to stay so she didn't have to stumble home drunk.

After looking around her room a few times, making sure she had everything, she walked back into the living room to see her black and white cat, Phoebe, rubbing up against Sasuke as if he was her long lost owner.

With a shake of her head, she pet Phoebe once before looking at Sasuke to see if he was ready to leave. He nodded and they were back to limo and on their way to his house, ermm... mansion. As soon as Sakura stepped into the foyer, she was practically tackled by a woman with long black hair and black eyes. "Congratulations! I saw the whole thing! I recorded your walk just in case you wanted to see it! Come come!"

Sakura laughed slightly, allowing Mikoto to drag her into the media room, leaving Sasuke in the foyer. This was going to be a long night.