A/N: Thank you all for all the reviews that made me continue this story! This is the next chapter—by the way, sorry for the long wait :D—so enjoy and don't forget to review!

Also, one of you said that Sakura is older than Sasuke. She's not; Sasuke is 24 and Sakura is 23.

All I Ever Wanted
By The Terrorist

Chapter two
Learning About Her

After he got out of his new office, out of the building and into the car that would take him home, Sasuke's thoughts consisted only of a certain pink secretary, a nice shower, pink, a good nap and more pink. And although it would have been pretty normal for him to freaking be left alone, because he was tired and all fucked up, fate seemed to have decided to play with him a little more.

"Sasuke." He heard his father say and he turned his head so that he could look at him. He took it as a sign of acknowledgement and he continued, "Your mother wants you for dinner." As soon as those words were out of his mouth, the younger Uchiha surpassed a groan of annoyance and frustration. Knowing perfectly that the last thing he wanted was a dinner with his family, he opened his mouth to refuse, but Fugaku beat him to it. "You know she won't take no as an answer," he said in a cold and detached voice.

But, of course, why would ever Fugaku care about Sasuke and his wishes? And his mother…well, she was annoying.

"Hn," he grunted. His father probably understood this kind of language (it wasn't like Sasuke had many choices, anyway) because he nodded and returned his gaze towards the window.

"You can go home," he added a few moments later. "Do whatever you have to do, and come by later."

Sasuke just nodded and sighed softly—maybe fate didn't want to fuck him so bad.

"Sakura might be there, as well."

Or maybe fate wanted to fuck him till he couldn't think straight.

Anyway, no matter what he thought at that point, he nodded. It wasn't long until they arrived at his apartment and, after saying goodbye to his father, he made his way inside the tall building. After he had accepted the job his father offered to him, his mother immediately asked him to come and live with them, for Itachi was long gone, having settled down with his own family a few years before, and she really missed having both of them around.

Sasuke loved his mother—he really did. She was the one who always showed him how much she loved both him and his brother and, while Itachi got all the attention from his father, Sasuke considered himself his mother's favorite. Maybe he hadn't known how to fully appreciate that at that young age, because the only thing he wanted back then was his father attention.

He wanted to impress him more than anything, to make him proud of him, too. As all of you probably guessed, it didn't work very well—his father continued to ignore him and concentrate his attention on Itachi and Sasuke was often sad or at least annoyed by it. He remembered what his mother used to tell him: 'When your father and I are alone, you are all he talks about'.

He now knew that was a lie, but he knew how that used to make him feel a lot better.

Regardless, he could say that, at this point, he certainly knew how to appreciate his mother's presence in his live.

However, despite all the things she had done for him, he refused her offer. He didn't know if he could stand having his father around all the time without his brother there. Besides, he was twenty four, for God's sake!

Mikoto whined a bit, but accepted her son's decision. It was then when Itachi offered to find him a place to stay, an offer that Sasuke couldn't refuse. Not only because he didn't have a place to stay, but also because he knew he could trust his brother with it. And, from the moment he stepped inside the apartment, he knew he had made the right decision.

The living room could be seen from the front door, thanks to the fact that there was no hallway in between them. The walls were painted a dark color, but the floor to ceiling windows that were wrapped around each external wall provided the room with enough light. The apartment was located at the last floor of the building (which was pretty high, by the way), offering him a nice view of the city below. In the living room was a black, comfortable-looking couch and a small coffee table in front of it; both stood across from a big plasma attached to the wall.

A small bar was the only thing that separated the living room from the large kitchen. The room was painted a warm color and was equipped with cherry cabinets and steel appliances. The counter tops were dark grey granite which was currently clean and shiny.

Now, if only he'd use the room very much. It wasn't like he couldn't cook; of course he could—he was an Uchiha, duh. It just didn't happen very often.

Moving on, his bedroom was larger than the one he had when still in France. The walls were painted a soft grey and one of them was made out of glass, being one of the external walls. Across the door was a kind sized bed with dark blue mattress and nightstands on each side.

On the wall opposite the glass one, were two doors—one that led to the bathroom and one that led to his walk in closet.

Sighing quietly, he dragged his feet back to the living room, flopping down on the couch as soon as he reached it. Sometimes he felt like his brother knew him all too well…

~•~•~•~•~

A while later, the young Uchiha found himself in his Aston Martin DBS driving to his parents' house. Whether he wanted to admit it, or not, he couldn't take a certain pinkette out of his head. She had been there since they left the office. Wait, scratch that. She had been on his mind ever since the first time he saw her. Every time he closed his eyes, her image appeared and it was getting annoying by now. Now that he thought about it, she herself was annoying. Her smile, her deep green eyes, her petite but curvy body, her pink, soft-looking hair…everything was annoying.

She was probably the only woman that had him thinking about her from the minute the two had met. Hell, they hadn't even talked! He briefly wondered how it would be to spend more than half a day with her next to him all the time and that simple thought was enough to make him wish tomorrow would come faster.

'Maybe you won't have to wait until tomorrow,' a part of him reminded. 'Maybe she'll be at your parents' house. Your father did say that there's a possibility for her to be there.'

That would be a good thing, right? I mean, besides the fact that he would have to restrain himself from dragging her away from any audience and fucking her (because, let's admit it, that was one of the multiple things he wanted to do with her), it would be good to see her again. Or not. Who knew? He was way too confused right now and he didn't like it.

It was the first time in his life that a woman made him feel like that. Having always looked good, Sasuke never had problems in getting any girl he wanted, and, having always been known as a jerk, he didn't have to explain himself for fucking them without wanting to be in a relationship.

Which is why he wondered why the hell he couldn't fuck her and then leave her. The answer to that question was obvious: he couldn't sleep with his freaking secretary. Not only that would cause a lot of problems that would be bad for him and the company's reputation, but also…well, somehow…somehow he felt like he couldn't just fuck her and leave her. And it shocked every fiber of his being, for he had never felt anything like that before. Yea, you heard me. Uchiha Sasuke had never been in a serious relationship.

Some would have thought that that couldn't be true, considering how beautiful French women were. And yes, Sasuke had to admit, French women were very beautiful and very fuckable, also. However, he never felt that kind of interest towards any of them. That kind of interest he was feeling for Sakura now. That kind of interest that was slowly getting on his nerves.

As he pulled through the gate of his parents' house, he shook off any thought that involved a certain pinkette and what he could do with her, and got out of the car, slowly making his way towards the main door, hands in pockets, posture relaxed, showing no signs at all of being happy to see all his family again. Sure, he had missed them, but he was not a very sociable person and, sometimes, too much was simply too much. He got there sooner than he would have wanted and opened the door, not even bothering with knocking; he had barely stepped inside, when his mother appeared, a smile on her face. Her long, ebony locks were loose and her dark eyes were practically shining with happiness and excitement.

"I'm so happy you decided to come, Sasuke!" she said as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. The young Uchiha rolled his eyes at her words, for he was perfectly aware of the fact she probably knew he couldn't have refused, but returned the hug, nonetheless. "Come," she told him as she pulled back and took his had, dragging him towards what he remembered to be the dining room. "Everybody is there." She continued as they entered said room and Sasuke took his time in looking around, searching for something pink.

Thankfully, he didn't find it.

There was only his father, Itachi and his wife, Keiko, who didn't hesitate a second to get up and hug him. Now, I think I had mentioned it before: he was never a person who liked that kind of human contact, but he couldn't deny that, somehow, he had missed her, too. They (as in for, him and Itachi) had known her for a long time and Sasuke could proudly say that he had always known that she and his brother would get together. Sure, he would have never thought that the two would take it as far as marrying, but still.

Keiko was sweet, kind, a bit hyperactive, smart and beautiful (hey, he was just stating a fact, okay?) and their parents had accepted her immediately. Well, his mother, cause his father seemed a lot more interested in the girl's family than in herself.

But, anyway, let's get back to the point, shall we?

The dinner went well; after Sasuke managed to detangle Keiko's arms from him—did I mention she was annoying?—they all sat down to eat whatever Mikoto had cooked for them. They talked mostly about the Uchiha enterprises and Sasuke had to admit, it felt really strange to have his father's attention concentrated on him, for once. Itachi made a few teasing comments about how Sasuke wouldn't make it, that were either ignored by the younger Uchiha, or answered with some smart words.

Sasuke would never say it out loud, but, of all the people (except maybe, his mother), Itachi was the one who he had missed the most. Maybe it was because, despite the stupid jealousy Sasuke used to hold for him when they were younger, they had a strong connection going on, one that neither of them understood completely.

Not to mention that, for some unknown reason, he was never really bothered by his brother's endless teasing…

Well, that had to end one day, right? It just happened to be then.

"Why didn't Sakura come, anyway?" Itachi asked innocently before taking a sip of his water. Sasuke, however, was not so sure of his innocent intentions—his brother never started a pointless conversation and, honestly, he kind of feared where all that would go. Why? Because he did not miss the suggestive glance his brother threw at him.

It was strange, really; he shouldn't have felt anything when the older Uchiha did that, much less fear. Besides the fact that between him and Sakura there weren't any words exchanged, his brother could not, under any circumstances, have realized that he felt…something for her.

"She said she had something else planned," Mikoto explained. "Which is so unlucky. I really wanted you to meet her, Sasuke." Said person almost clocked on his water as those words left her mouth, which earned him a smirk from his older brother.

"But he has already met her," he commented, the smirk still present on his face.

"Really?" Mikoto asked, turning her attention towards her younger son.

'Thank you, Itachi. Really.' He sighed. "Yes."

"What do you think about her?"

Oh, that question. 'Well, besides the fact that she's smoking hot, has the longest legs I've ever seen, has a way too beautiful smile and a perfect body, and the fact that I wanted to fuck her so bad…well, besides that, I think she's okay, mom.' Sasuke sighed once again. "I haven't even talked to her, mom," he said, hoping that she's drop the subject already.

"But you have seen her," she stated and waited for Sasuke's nod before continuing. "You must have at least a first impression."

'Oh, man. Do you really want to hear it, mom?' "She's okay," he mumbled, poking at his food, and didn't notice the way too wide smirk that made its appearance on his brother's face.

Itachi was not stupid. Having graduated at the top of his class and having led the Uchiha companies for a few years—years in which things went very well, by the way—he was definitely not an idiot. Add his 29 years of experience and that fact that he was an Uchiha to that and you couldn't deny it even of you wanted. That's why he could defiantly say that, somehow, Sasuke and Sakura were bound to have something going on—at least to be attracted to each other.

How? Well, let's just say he knew his brother very well and he knew that a woman like Sakura wouldn't pass unnoticed by him. The pinkette was beautiful—that, even he had to admit—and now, as he saw his brother squirming uncomfortably every time his mother asked a question about Sakura, he knew that he hadn't been wrong. He had no idea what happened between the two of them, or if anything happened, for that matter, but it was obvious that she had caught his attention. Even interest, if he were to say.

And, let's be honest. When did he ever lose a chance to tease his little brother? The answer? He didn't, and he most certainly wouldn't start now.

Sakura continued to be the subject of discussion for the rest of the dinner but, thankfully, there weren't anymore uncomfortable questions directed to Sasuke. Instead, his mother had taken it upon herself to tell him more about the pinkette and, even if he didn't show it, he was really grateful for that. I mean, it had been bugging him for a while, anyway.

He soon learned that Sakura had started working at the Uchiha enterprises when she was still in college and he was slightly surprised when he found out that, at first, she had worked as a receptionist. It wasn't like it was something wrong with that; it was just surprising that she had made it that far in only two years.

He knew his father very well and he knew that Uchiha Fugaku was not a person that messed around with his company—hell, sometimes it seemed like, for him, work was a lot more important than anything else. Considering that, from what he understood, it was his father who noticed her potential and who kept promoting her, Sasuke realized that it hadn't been easy at all for the pinkette.

Add the glare Mikoto threw at her husband while she was talking about Sakura working too much—a glare that was completely ignored, by the way—and he could say that his earlier assumptions had been right. It seemed like the pink haired woman could do anything if she worked hard enough for it. And, knowing what his father asked from his employees, it seemed like Mikoto wasn't exaggerating at all when she said so.

The young Uchiha also found out about the mysterious relationship between Sakura and his family. It seemed like the pinkette's family lived across the country—somewhere in California, if he remembered correctly—and that, for some unknown reason, she had wanted to study and move here. Not that he minded, anyway.

So, Mikoto, being the caring human being she was, had immediately accepted her and began treating her like her own daughter—not only because, at first, Sakura seemed to need a person to rely on, but also because she had liked her from the moment she had seen her.

His brother seemed to like her, and I quote: 'Every person that manages to stand dad for so long deserves my respect'. And, yes, everybody at the table agreed—besides Fugaku, who just glared and resumed at eating his food. Keiko…well, she liked basically everybody who could live through a shopping trip with her. And his father…he was kind of hard to read, but the fact that he didn't comment, nor glared when Mikoto said something among the lines 'even your father likes her' spoke volumes.

It seemed like there was more to Sakura than he had initially thought.

~•~•~•~•~

The next morning, Sasuke slowly pulled into the underground parking lot, taking his time in parking his car. Really, the last thing he wanted to do was go to work. And, no, it had nothing to do with a certain pink haired woman he happened to meet the day before. No. Okay, maybe a little, but not totally. Honestly, he was really tired, for he hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before. Which was her fault, anyway. So yeah, blame it on Sakura.

Sighing softly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to get out when something caught his attention. He raised his head just in time to see a red, shiny car, which he later recognized as a convertible Ferrari, parking across from him. He didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it wasn't anybody important—it wasn't like he knew a lot of people that worked there—and got out of his own car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door of the other car opening and something pink getting out. Whether he liked it, or not, that color seemed to get his attention immediately, because his head quickly turned towards it. His mind quickly identified the person across from him, even though she had her back turned to him.

Her pink hair was loose, falling down to the middle of her back in soft curls; she wore a dark purple shirt with a thick, black belt around her middle section, a tight, black skirt than reached her mid-thigh and a pair of high heeled shoes. He swallowed an inexistent lump in his throat as he saw her bend down to get something from the passenger's seat and ran a hand through his ebony locks, trying to get those unwanted thoughts out of his head. Did he mention that her ass looked freaking good in that skirt? And that her legs looked even better than the day before?

Inwardly slapping himself, he took a step back and shut the car door, though it sounded more like a slam. The pinkette's ears picked up the sound and she gasped, immediately turning around to see the source of the noise. As soon as her gaze fell on him, her eyes widened slightly and she couldn't hold back the small smile that broke onto her face. Strange, right? Why would she feel the need to smile at a person she barely knew? She got her bag and coat from the driver's seat where she had dropped them earlier and closed her car door, before making her way towards him.

"Sasuke, right?" she asked in a soft voice, to which he could only nod. "I don't think we've really gotten to know each other yesterday…" she said, trailing off at the end.

The Uchiha nodded once again and answered after a few seconds, "We have enough time for that," he told her and felt his body freeze again as she smiled. However, he quickly forced himself out of that state and they both began walking towards the elevator.

'God help me get through this…this torture!'

A/N: I know there wasn't a lot of action in this chapter, either, but I promise that the next one will be a lot more interesting ;)

Can you believe I've spent like…two hours (and no, I'm not exaggerating) searching for the perfect car for Sakura? I kept trying convertible, convertible, convertible and, at a point, I was so confused that I thought of leaving you without a name, or changing the scene completely. But then I was like 'that wouldn't be fair', so I kept searching. I had finally settled for a Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder when I came across a Ferrari California. And it was then when I finally said 'that's it!'

The whole process, however, was long and kind of annoying, which is one of the reasons this chapter came out so late. Anyway, I should stop rambling about cars. Tell me what you think about this and review, please! :)