Hello, everyone!

Thank you all for waiting for the next chapter. So far, I'm really happy how this is turning out. I love all the favs and follows; it really makes me want to write more and more.

Again, there might be delays with upcoming chapters. I am in the process of moving and technically don't have a computer just yet.

Also, I'm not sure how long this is going to be. It feels shortish (around 6 chapters or so). But, depending on the detail and demand, I might continue to add more.

As for future details of the story, I will get to it as time continues on.

Patience is a virtue!

Quick information!

Note: although I had done research and she was also a granddaughter of an Uzumaki, Tsunade doesn't seem to have a last name. I went with her grandfather's last name instead (Senju). I know there are a few characters in the Naruto world that lack last names. There are a few that I will fill in based off previous family members.

Lastly, questions, comments or concerns? Feel free to leave a review! I love reviews!

I don't own any rights to the characters~


When Neji was in his office, he liked to relax. The room was quiet, lightly decorated and completely shut out from the world. Sighing softly, the white-eyed male propped his leather-shoed feet on the wooden desk. His desktop was on idle, a random screensaver playing on. His laptop, however, remained active. He carried the baby everywhere. With his job, it was hard to see why not.

Neji Hyuga, HR for Konoha Medical Center…

It was a small start. The Hyuga Medical Corporation held large stocks with the top hospital in Konoha. He had been sent by his family to keep a watchful eye. He would start here for a year or two, gain experience and then jump into the corporate ladder.

It did help that the hospital was rather quiet when it came to internal problems. He had met the head of the hospital (and her well-endowed chest) and knew exactly why. That blonde haired woman was smart, beautiful (even for her age. He was the only one that knew!) and the most violent doctor he had ever met. Any student that worked under her tutelage grew to be one of the best. He had seen the latest batch almost a year ago when they started. One by one, they started to drop, unable to withstand her harsh lessons.

Sighing softly, Neji straightened himself, his feet clapping onto the carpet floor. He leaned forward in his chair, adjusting his suit jacket. Today was a boring day like any other. The office was quiet and his room was even quieter. He only had another year or half of this. Then, it would be challenging. But, Neji never liked to be so patient.

He checked his desktop, glancing for any emails. Nothing.

Any new paperwork to sign? Nothing.

Frustrated, he rubbed his face. He stood; ready to take an early lunch. Or maybe a long one. No one would really notice. He wasn't some doctor or a nurse. He was an outsider, dropped in to spy on the workforce.

His phone started to ring, interrupting his thoughts. He rushed over, grasping the receiver.

"Hyuga Neji, HR. What can I help you with?"

"Hello, Mr. Hyuga, this is Uzumaki, Karin. I am calling on behalf of Mr. Uchiha, Sasuke. He requests your presence immediately. I can schedule a pick-up and have you transferred here within thirty minutes. Also, he requests that you bring your laptop with you."

"What does he want?"

"I…I'm not sure. He just requested your presence. That was all he told me."

"That's enough for me, Uzumaki."

There was a pause. Neji heard a slam and a groan.

"Look, Mr. Hyuga. He gave me no details. He just demanded and I must do my job. So, please, let me have a pickup set up for you."

Neji looked around, studying the quiet room. There were no emails. There was no paperwork. He grabbed his laptop, closing it.

"Fine. I'll be outside and waiting in five minutes."

"Very well. I will send over a cab."

The dial clicked, the line dying. Neji picked up the receiver and hung up again. He grabbed his laptop and made a break for the door. Outside, he could hear the buzzing of the hospital. Machines, a speaker and constant beeps rattled his ears.

He hated this place. He hated the noise. But, at the same time, Neji hated the silence.

Shaking his head, he made way towards the exit. He sidestepped a student as she walked past.

"Bring that hunky man from last night with you, too!"

Arching a brow, he tilted his head. The female student froze, tilting her head. Messy pink hair covered parts of her face as she flushed. She lifted a hand and flipped the other woman off. With that, she continued her stomp towards Tsunade's lab. Shaking his head, he continued his walk towards the exit. Outside, he spotted his ride.

"What could Sasuke want now?" he mumbled, approaching the vehicle. He was curious. Settling the laptop on his lap, Neji relaxed. There was noise everywhere. No beeps. No hospital.

This was so much better then the hospital.


Naruto paced around his room, somewhat deep in thought. Boxes were surrounded all over the room. Some open, some still taped shut. Each were labeled in neat legible writing. The handwriting was not Naruto's for sure. Downstairs, he could hear soft humming and the sink on. His wife to be was washing dishes, cleaning from their lunch.

"Now, who's the unfortunate lady?" he asked, speaking to himself. His eyes narrowed, fingers tapping against his chin. He was curious when it came to Sasuke and women. Sure, women threw themselves at him. But, he never responded. Sasuke was all business and no pleasure.

"Naruto!" his fiancé called, "Can you come downstairs and put away the dishes? There are some that need to be put high up! I can't reach!"

"Coming, Hinata!" he called back. Naruto was distracted again, thinking about his adorable woman. He left their bedroom, marching downstairs. He spotted her in the kitchen, a large dish in her pale fingers. She stood on her tiptoes, struggling to put the dish up above the sink.

"I got it, Love," he said, chuckling. Grabbing the plate from her, he placed it in its spot. Hinata flushed, nodding in thanks. She dried her hands over her apron, adjusting the fabric.

"Thank you, Naruto," she mumbled, "Shall we continue to unpack?"

"In a bit, Hinata! I need your help!" he replied. Clasping his arms over her shoulders, he watched her stutter, nodding.

"With what?" she asked, "Is…Is something wrong?"

"Maybe! Something is wrong with Sasuke, I think."

"What makes you think that, Naruto?"

She looked up at her hubby-to-be, biting her lower lip. As Naruto glanced down at his petite fiancé, he got distracted. His blue eyes widened as he watched over her face. Dark blue hair framed her flawless face, her cheeks pink with color. Her lips were perfect, pink and plump.

"Never mind," he said, lips pressing in a pout, "I have something else to worry about."

"Naruto?"

Suddenly, she was swept off her feet. Gasping, Hinata wrapped her legs around his waist. He propped her onto the tile counter. Her skirt rode up, legs brushing against the cold surface. She whimpered, tilting her head back as Naruto went in. His lips brushed against her collarbone, fingers running up his sides.

"You're so distracting, Hinata," he grunted. His tongue traced over her pulse. His hand dove under her lavender shirt, running up her flat belly. His hand reached her white bra, slipping underneath. Hinata cried out, a shudder running down her body. She arched her back forward, her lower body pressing against his own. Naruto hissed, eyes narrowing. He pulled away for a moment, studying her.

Hinata panted, her face red. Her lips parted, tongue flicking over her dry lips. To him, she looked gorgeous. He moved his hands away from her skin and over her buttoned shirt. Pulling at the material. Her hands clenched, sliding back against the counter.

The buttons flew off, shirt parting to reveal more pale flesh. Naruto stared, glaring at the bra that was left. His hands worked at the clasps, thankful that she had one that locked at the front. All the while, his poor fiancé was a puddle, gasping and whimpering. All he had to do was have her moan his name. That's all that Naruto needed.

"No…No more ripping!" Hinata pleaded. Naruto chuckled, placing his hands on the counter. He leaned forward, kissing her softly.

"How can I say no to that face?" he replied. Kissing her again, Naruto nuzzled her cheek. "You're too cute, Hinata." Pausing, he grabbed her waist, picking her up again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs over his waist again. "As fun as the kitchen sounds, I want you to be comfy. You're going upstairs with me."

"But…cleaning!"

"It can all wait," he said, "I told you, Hinata. You're too cute. I'm not letting you go when you're like this." He started to move, walking up the stairs. All the while, Hinata continued to stutter, working her charm without even knowing it. All the while, Naruto was fully distracted by his fiancé.

Sasuke could wait.

Sasuke would be fine.

He was a grown man after all.


"Why am I here, Uchiha?"

"I have a favor to pull."

"From where?"

"I gave Tenten a promotion, didn't I? She earned it but she needed a push."

Neji paused, unsure how to reply. Sasuke was right. His girlfriend worked hard with other small companies, assisting with mergers. She was not from a known family and that made her chances for moving up slim. Most of the employees that worked right under the Uchihas prospered from somewhat well-known families. Their fathers had dipped into the business, adding seasoning to the mix.

Tenten had nothing to bring to the table. But, when Neji had asked for this favor, Sasuke had no choice but to comply.

She was the perfect candidate. Neji seemed to agree. He had given Sasuke all her records, applying more pressure to his proving point. But, Sasuke had known this before Neji brought the folder in. He just liked seeing the Hyuga work.

"What do you want?" Neji asked. He took a seat, setting his laptop on the desk.

"I need you to do a search."

"Of what?"

"Of someone," Sasuke corrected, "From what I've been told, she is at the Konoha Medical.

"She?" Neji asked, tilting his head. Now he was really interested. Sasuke was a colder bastard then him. Since when did he have interest in women?

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. He placed his hands on the desk, standing up.

"This is to remain between us," he started, "This is how you return that favor, Hyuga. Understood?"

"Her name?"

"Haruno Sakura."

That name sounded familiar. Neji opened his laptop, accessing the system. His laptop carried some work with him; it was his backup. Much safer then that infernal desktop back at his office.

He opened the database, typing in the name. As soon as her picture appeared, Neji remembered. She was the woman who had walked past him earlier.

"Well, I do know of her," he replied. Sliding the laptop forward, he gave Sasuke access. "Haruno Sakura is one of the few students under Senju Tsunade. She's one of the top at the moment. Graduated top in her class. Took advanced courses in high school. She has a clean record."

Sasuke studied the face, taking in her features. This was the woman for sure. Pale face, large forehead, emerald eyes and short pink hair. Sasuke shook his head, leaving his desk. He still remembered this morning.

She's a demon.

"Her family has connections, it seems. Her father was in charge of the detective unit in Konoha. Her mother is a well-known professor. They link to the Uchiha via your father. Haruno Kizashi worked with Fugaku when there were threats after Itachi stepped down. Haruno Mebuki worked with the Hyuga family to help raise us further in success. She helped train upcoming employees from college. Some of our top employees have graduated from her class."

"She has links to the Uzumaki, doesn't she?"

"No. Sakura has no links to any of these families. She may know some members through schooling but she holds no actual connections. Her parents are the ones that do. All her success was built from scratch. Her parents, however, probably do."

"Any other families that they know?"

Neji sighed softly. He moved the laptop back, starting his next search.

"I can't see much with my system. I have information on Sakura but not much on her parents. Sadly, both have never been employed with Konoha Medical. I'm sure they're even linked to the Nara family."

"The Nara Corporations are small."

"But growing," Neji corrected, "Their high-tech equipment is in high demand in most labs or even offices. They are a growing business."

"Why links to them?"

"Knowing the work that Haruno Kizashi has done for the police force, he is sure to link them together. Especially if it helps them; he's a generous man from what I've heard."

Sasuke sighed softly, rubbing his face.

"I would think that this would be good news," Neji stated, "You've found interest in someone who has connections and a career."

"I was not given an option," Sasuke corrected, "Fugaku plans to wed me to this woman. I am to meet her tomorrow night."

Neji arched a brow, an amused smirk growing over his lips.

"Congratulations, Sasuke. You'll prosper further."

"I could without help," he replied, turning to glare at the Hyuga, "This sets back my plans with this corporation. We are an ever-expanding business, focusing on company banking."

"But of course, Sasuke. You're married to numbers."

"Exactly."


Sakura sighed softly, glancing at the paperwork before her. She was in her own small office (located right next to Tsunade's of course), looking through patient files. Tsunade wanted to shadow more of her surgeries to ensure her success as a surgeon. Sakura had no problem with that. She was proud of her work and it did show. Sakura took pride with her high success rate; she intended to keep it that way.

But, her least favorite part, were the notes. Typed or written, everything felt boring. She needed a base of a situation. She wanted to know the allergies (if any) of the patient. She wanted to know what operation they needed.

Perhaps even a list of what medication they were given.

But, as she looked onwards of pages and pages of one patient, Sakura felt that she was reading a life story. Perhaps this was why Tsunade wanted her to spend time in the office.

She was technical; she had yet to learn the proper emotional part for her career. As a child, she was awkward and shy. Often, Sakura was bullied. It had taken years for Ino to teach her to stand up to herself. Sakura was a hermit. She didn't go out and make friends. She studied and worked till she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Sakura thought of her parents for a moment. They were successful and often traveled for their professions. They encouraged Sakura to do things. She was given free range to participate in all activities in school.

But, most of her time was spent taking advanced courses. She had a small group of friends since high school.

Sighing softly, Sakura closed the file. She leaned back in her seat, adjusting her lab coat. Her eyes hurt from all the reading. Her head hurt from all the thinking. She rubbed her temples, grumbling to herself.

Opening her eyes, Sakura glanced at her purse. She grabbed the bag, taking out the pregnancy test. It would be a while till she could take the test. The thought of waiting made her shudder.

She had no time for this.

Stuffing the test back into her bag, Sakura grabbed her charts. She left her office, making way to Tsunade's office. She knocked first before entering. Tsunade looked up from her notes, arching a brow. To the corner of her office was another desk with more files on it. Her assistant, Kato Shizune, continued to work through the charts.

"I am almost done with this file," Sakura started, placing the chart on Tsunade's table. Manicured fingers gripped the paperwork as she started to skim. "I think we should move to the surgery as soon as possible."

"Oh? And what's making you rush?"

"He needs a replacement organ soon. If he continues to sit and wait, I don't think he will make it."

Tsunade paused, glancing up at her student. Sakura stood straight, her eyes confident.

"You didn't finish reading the file," she remarked. Sighing softly, Tsunade shook her head, "If you finished the full report, you would have known that we are still waiting on a donor. Not only that but, with the patient's current state, surgery can result in death."

Sakura inhaled sharply. Tsunade smirked, tilting her head.

"Relax, Sakura," she said, "I'm here to teach you. You're doing fine; you just need to learn. I also think you need to focus. You were messy in the lab this morning. And late."

"Yes…I'm sorry," Sakura started, looking at her feet, "I don't know how I managed to oversleep and…"

"Excuses like these will not work in the real world," Tsunade replied, cutting her off, "One day, you will take over for me. You are precise with surgeries. You have worked hard for this. Perhaps you need a day or two off."

"But…"

"Even Shizune looks away from her paperwork sometimes."

"This is your own as well, Dr. Senju," Shizune added. She looked from a form, her eyebrow twitching. "In fact, half of these are yours."

Tsunade pouted, folding her arms.

"You spent too much time drinking again. Now we've fallen behind with forms."

Sakura chuckled softly. Tsunade coughed, gaining her student's attention again.

"Regardless, take the file home. Read through it. Do not come in for lab work tomorrow. Be in around noon to work on rounds. I want you to work with nurses and patients. Understood."

"Yes, Dr. Senju."

"Good. Now leave."

Sakura sighed softly. She gathered the file, leaving the room. She went back into her office, taking her things. Walking towards the exit of the building, she was greeted by Ino once more.

"You're out early," she remarked.

"I was let out early," Sakura corrected, "Tsunade wants me to take a bit of a break."

"Well, she has a point. Besides, we can get together with Hinata and Tenten if you'd like."

"No more bars," Sakura groaned. Ino snorted, shaking her head.

"No. Tenten found this new curry shop that will be perfect for dinner. She wants to spend time with us before we all get busy. Seeing as how Hinata is getting married soon, you're graduating and I'm going to do a little of both."

"I never took you the type to settle."

"Shut it, Forehead. I am amazing wife material.

Sakura snorted this time. She flagged down a cab, waiting for it to approach.

"Pigs are not wives," she corrected. Ino smacked her shoulder, making Sakura giggle, "See what I mean? So not wife material."

"Whatever, Forehead. You coming to dinner or not?"

"Probably not. I think my parents are visiting. I'm sure they're waiting for me as we speak."

"Have fun with that."

"Mhm. I try."

Stepping into the cab, Sakura requested her home. She waved to Ino as the car started. Settling in her seat, she closed her eyes. She really hoped her parents were in her apartment already.


Someone was crushing her dreams today. She was sure of it.

When Sakura entered her home, she could already smell the cooking. Kicking off her shoes, she stepped into the kitchen, watching her mother cook.

"I'm glad Tsunade let you out early," her mother remarked, focusing on the pan, "I'm making dinner. Get comfy."

"Hi, mom. Nice to see you," Sakura replied, rolling her eyes. She kissed her mother's cheek, walking out of the kitchen. In the living room, Sakura spotted her father, watching another criminal show. She kissed his cheek, taking a seat beside him. He remained silent, refusing to look at her.

"Something wrong?" Sakura asked. Mebuki hummed, waiting for Kizashi to start. Her husband was quiet at first, the anger beginning to boil. Sakura arched a brow, tilting her head. "Dad?"

"We had known you'd prosper, Sakura," he started. Turning off the TV, Kizashi stood, straightening his brown pants, "But, I had hoped to make it on your terms."

"What do you mean?"

"Haruno Sakura, do you know who was in your bed this morning?"

Color drained from her face. Sakura gulped, her cheeks flaring. She glanced at her lap, cursing her neighbors.

"No? Do you want me to fill you in on the secret?" he seethed, "Or your mother?"

"Now, dear," Mebuki interrupted. She turned off the stove, stepping away from the food, "Let's be nice about this. After all, this is good for her."

"What?"

"How? How can this be good?" Kizashi started. He stomped his foot on the ground. Mebuki slapped his shoulder, calming him. Pausing, he rubbed the new injury, "How is this good? We spent so much time giving her freedom. She was going to build up."

"This is not that bad. It could be worse. Could have been a complete stranger."

"Mom…Dad? Care to fill me in?" Sakura asked.

"You'll know soon enough," Kizashi said, sighing, "Tomorrow, you'll be meeting someone for dinner. Mebuki will speak to Tsunade about our plans. We don't plan on you being late."

Annoyed from the lack of information, Sakura stood from her seat.

"Excuse me?"

"Sakura, dear," Mebuki started. She took her place in-between her husband and daughter. "We heard from your neighbors and…Well…Let's just say you'll be set for life."

"What did you do?"

Kizashi, finally boiled over in anger, threw his arms up.

"Congratulations, Sakura. You slept with Uchiha Sasuke, your now soon-to-be fiancé."

The words spiraled and thrived in her head. Yet, Sakura processed nothing. Moments after her father spoke, she was on the floor, asleep.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, "Mebuki remarked, rushing to lift her daughter. Kizashi growled, taking his daughter to her bedroom.

"Better late then never. We'll talk to her properly when she wakes up."

May I sleep in a comma and never wake up.

AMEN.


Well, I hope you guys enjoyed another chapter! I felt like this needed a bit more backstory. Also, more characters!

Again, with each character, I will do research. It really feels like I'll be expanding this to more then just a few chapters.

Questions, comments or concerns? Feel free to leave a review!

Till next time!

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DarthVaderCat