Authoress' Note: Aww, how nice. I got such encouraging reviews, even though I thought the story bombed. And first person point of view irritates me a little, but I'm trying to get good at it so I don't go back to third person. Ha.

Disclaimer: Wake up and smell the cherry blossoms. I don't own Naruto, and neither do you.

Attaining The Impossible

Chapter 02: Meetings

You know, that was just plain rude what he did to me. He was supposed to give me like, a week or two to break the house in—to familiarize myself with it, so I don't get hopelessly lost when looking for the bathroom or something.

But no.

He went off to some meeting and left me to fend for myself. And still, I'm confused. But why wouldn't I be? I have no one to refer to. Just exactly who is Satsuki? And Karin?

I sighed.

About an hour ago, Mikazuki fell asleep after I fed and burped her. I mean, she was cute and all, but a person can only take so much! My back ached. But I suppose that was because babies weren't intended to be carried around for hours.

I headed upstairs, to at least sneak a glance at this Satsuki girl. I had no idea this guy had one daughter, but now two? Honestly, all my dreams are being fulfilled.

Suddenly, I frowned. His staircase was way too long. The entire thing seemed to spiral forever. It was a mystery to me as to how he managed to maneuver them.

When I finally made it to the top—now my legs ached—I saw a small girl, most likely this Satsuki person. She was a cute little girl, with black eyes and thin hair that made it just to her shoulders.

Yeah, she was cute alright, but I didn't like this vibe I was getting from her. As soon as I laid my eyes on her, she scowled at me. And as soon as she scowled at me, tears welled in her eyes. And then, of course, she bawled. It definitely was not as soothing as Mikazuki's cry.

"W-wait," I began, standing fully. How could she possibly cry when I was around? "What's the matter? I—"

She gave me no time to finish as she ran full speed straight into the bathroom that was across the stairs. She slammed the door, and apparently, locked it. Because I certainly couldn't get inside.

I knocked on the door with the back of my fist. "Hey! Come out!"

"Un…cle Sasuke…" I heard her mutter. "I want Uncle Sasuke! " Damn that kid could yell…

Uncle? He didn't tell me that.

"I want Uncle Sasuke! I want Uncle Sasuke! I want Uncle Sasuke! I want Uncle Sasuke! I want Uncle Sasuke! I want Uncle Sasuke! I want Uncle Sasuke!" She repeated it over and over again.

Ugh, I need an aspirin…

"Your uncle Sasuke isn't here right now!" I finally screamed, though that may not have been the best idea. Especially considering the fact that there may have been someone behind me.

"And you are?"

I turned, and there stood a… ahem, 'gorgeous' woman. Not really. Fair skin, red eyes, red hair—long and combed on one side, short and unkempt on the other (weird)—and an okay body (I could practically see it. I didn't know they made clothes that short). This was Sasuke's wife, Karin? Well, maybe she was his girlfriend or associate, I didn't know.

"Oh," her eyebrows raised, as if she had the situation figured out. She placed her hands on her hips, and seemed to be examining me. "You're that new maid Sasuke-kun's told me about."

"I prefer housekeeper, thanks." I turned back towards the bathroom door. This girl just wouldn't shut up!

"Maid, housekeeper, house girl: it's all the same." She shoved me by the shoulder, taking my place in front of the door. "Your job is simply to make my life easier. In other words: don't fawn over my husband, or I'll throw your ass right back out on the street where you came from."

Where I come from, people get their hair pulled out for saying things like that. But, of course, I had a job to do. And I couldn't get fired for someone (or something) like her. After all, how would it look if I sent someone I knew for an entirety of twenty seconds to the hospital?

"I don't want your husband. I want to do my job, and I want to get paid, because some of us actually have to work for a living." Unlike mooching off our rich partners.

Karin—ugh, such an ugly name—knocked on the door. "If you come out, I'll give you a yummy treat."

Gross.

So this was what the world has come to? Grown women now have to bribe kids with sweets? What a shame she was on all things feminine.

"You do know you can't give her that, right?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Normally, I wouldn't have a problem with it, but it was the boss' orders: 'Don't feed her anything else sweet,' he said, and I plan not to do that. "He said not to."

"Who, Sasuke-kun? Are you kidding?" She stared at me incredulously, as if I had gone completely crazy. "Oh, please. Sasuke-kun has no say when he isn't here." She opened her purse, fishing around in it.

And, wow, the door came open.

Surprise, surprise.

Satsuki was still pouting, but she had her arm extended toward Karin. The older woman placed a strawberry pocky stick in the child's hand. She smiled, before sticking it in her mouth and walking down the stairs in a satisfied manner.

"See? It isn't that hard to quiet them," she sighed, chuckling softly. "You really are new. Get with the program, girl." The woman shook her head, and brushed past me. "Oh, and be sure to stay clear form my husband, or your stay here will be… rather unpleasant." She smiled. "Ja!"

Bipolar bi—

I sighed. I really didn't like her. And the fact that I couldn't do anything about it pissed me off even more.

But really—I needed the money.

I could do nothing but head down the never-ending stairs. It was a bit difficult to believe that I would actually live here for three months. I mean, what was I going to do? Although I was on the job, I still needed to be able to go out. I couldn't stay confided to this house for three months straight.

When I reached the first floor, I turned the corner and entered my room—one of the many guests rooms. It seemed as though Sasuke didn't have the common courtesy to at least escort me to my room. The most he could do was leave a crummy note on the door saying:

'Keep it clean, Haruno.'

Like, seriously dude, get that stick out of your ass. I haven't even know you for a full hour. And what if I didn't decide to roam the house? I'll tell you what: I wouldn't of found my room.

Whatever.

I like it though, because it was only a few rooms away for the nursery. And I loved that kid. I don't know why, it was like an 'instinctive attraction' or something.

My room wasn't all that bad. (Not better than the nursery, but not that bad.) It was a traditional white, with white bed sheets and such. The floors were carpeted white—only the rooms and den floors were—and there were a few ligneous dressers. Also, the closet was large. Much too large for what was in my suit case.

I plopped down on my bed, and grabbed one of the many books I had set on the dresser. 'How did I acquire them?' you may ask. Uchiha Sasuke has a glorious archive. During my roaming, I happened to stumble across an in-house library sort of thing. This guy really is rich…

I opened the book, and immersed myself in the world of fine literature.

Ah…

"Ew, Sasuke-kun! Satsuki-chan's gotten sick all over your— our expensive wooden floors!"

My eyes opened at that. I yawned, and spared the clock a glance. Eleven o clock? I thought. Who yells like a mad woman at eleven at night? Oh right, the one called Karin. Pushing the very irritating thought to the back of my mind, I stood from the bed and stretched my arms.

It was time to go see what was wrong…

I sighed.

I somehow managed to make my way to the living room (I think that was what it was, but there were like three other rooms that could be considered living rooms…) where I saw a very sick looking Satsuki. The child was holding her stomach and was crouched over slightly.

Sasuke was back (ugh, finally!) but his face was twisted into something hateful. I didn't know what was his deal. He met my eyes for a quick second, before glancing at Satsuki.

Karin frowned and turned my way. "It was her Sasuke-kun! I told her not to feed any sweets to her, but she didn't listen! She said she didn't have to obey you when you weren't around!"

I narrowed my eyes at her, (and the ugly, wrinkled finger that was pointed in my direction) but dammit I was still confused! Then, for some odd reason, my senses heightened a great degree. My sense of smell, that is. Some thing smelled god-awful.

I took one look at the floor, and my stomach wrenched. Satsuki had really gotten sick. I mean, it was everywhere, and I felt as though my dinner would accompany it.

"Listen, Haruno," Sasuke began, and my eyes shot up to his. "When I tell you not to do something, I expect you not to, understand?"

That conniving bitch.

Because of her (that ugly little wench) I was now on bad terms with him.

As I opened my mouth to inform him that the culprit wasn't me, I paused. And he would believe me because…? Looking at the situation, it'd probably end up like one of those cliché television dramas: with him not believing me cause I'm new, and him trusting her because she was his 'wife,' blabbity blabbity blah…

The point was, he had no reason to believe me.

I slapped my forehead. "Hai, I understand," I sighed out, "It won't happen again."

He seemed exasperated with me, and it was further confirmed when he spun on his heels and left the room wordlessly.

Karin placed her hands on her hips, "And now you see where you stand, house girl. Oh, and you do know that it's your job to clean this up, right?" She raised her eyebrows, and the crease in her forehead was terribly obvious (old lady). "While your at it, give Satsuki a bath: she smells horrid."

And so she left, straight in the direction of 'Sasuke-kun.'

I… well I glanced at Satsuki, and the mess she had made.

My work was cut out for me.

To Be Continued

Oh, and I still hated Karin.

To Be Continued, Really

Authoress' Note: Was it good? Ha, I kinda like this chapter.

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