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Finally, chapter 3. TA-DAHHH. Tehehe :3

I wanted to upload this chapter as soon as possible. In this chapter, I describe several parts of the Uchiha manor.

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My mother had always encouraged me to never used the word "hate" when referring to something. A simple "Strongly dislike" would suffice.

So, I strongly dislike Sasuke? HAH, no! I hate him. I hate the way he talks, I hate the way he smells, I hate the way he breathes.

We didn't talk the rest of the ride home. He just threw me in the back seat, clicked on my seat belt when I was in a very uncomfortable position, and took his seat up front. I could have said a bunch of things to him. Could have threatened to call the cops on him for domestic violence. Who would they believe? After all, he's the rich one here. I'm the poor orphan that is in desperate need of money.

I clicked off my seat belt and stormed into the house, desperate to get far, far away from the man I hate.

"Sakura!" Masaaki greeted me at the door with joy. He approached me, wrapping his small arms around me and pulling me into a hug. "I'm glad you're okay."

I gave him a warm smile, reminding myself the the only one to be hated here is Sasuke. "I'm so sorry to have worried you," I said in embarrassment. "I kinda fell asleep packing."

Masaaki brushed it aside, hugging me once more. "The important thing is that you're okay." Why did he care so much? He hardly knew me. Masaaki pulled out of the hug turning to bow at Sasuke as he entered. I narrowed my eyes at him, hating his presence. "Young master," Masaaki straitened up. Does he always have to bow to him? I mean, Sasuke was here a few minutes ago before he went and picked me up. (Literally)

His eyes darted in my direction, observing me from head to toe. "You look like crap."

My jaw dropped in a defensive manner. "Well, excuse me," I crossed my arms, letting out a small 'hmph'. "I don't know about you, but I do not dress out for packing, Sa-su-ke."

"Oh, he's just messing with you," Masaaki nudges me with his elbow, giving me a sheepish grin. "You look beautiful, as always." I gave him a warm smile, grateful that at least he was on my side.

"Masaaki," Sasuke began, sighing rather tiredly. "I need you to pick up some files for me." Sasuke held out his car keys and Masaaki took them. "They're in the passenger seat."

"Right away."

Sasuke turned to me, eyeing me once more. "Go get cleaned up." I rolled my eyes. Whatever, might as well.

Some maids standing by approached me, grabbing either side of my shoulders and led me up the grand staircase. The stairs were unbelievably beautiful-unlike the man that walks on them everyday. They stretched far and wide at the first few steps, two black marble sculptures holding out candles. The sculptures were females, sitting at the bottom of the handrail at each side. The handrails were also made of marble. In fact, even the balusters were made of marble. Tsch, rich people. Wood isn't good enough? And what is with the extraneous amount of candles they use in this house? The maid's hand gripped on my shoulder, urging me to hurry up. I picked up my pace, my eyes still taking in the odd surroundings. There were columns against the walls, all made of marble, with an arch connecting every two. Candles stood everywhere in groups of six, sometimes twelve. It gave the house a golden hue. I sighed, relieved to see lamps at the very top of the staircase. They too, like the sculptures, sat tall at each side of the hand rail.

"Go down the hall and make a left," One of the maids announced. "The door has the words 'bath' carved into it, so it shouldn't be too hard to find." I nodded, watching as they turned towards the stairs.

Down and make a left, I mentally repeated, afraid of getting lost.

I pushed two large double doors hesitantly, worried I was already going the wrong way. But that couldn't be the case. This was the only "down" there was.

The doors were a bit heavy. I pushed with my hip as well, managing to open a small crack. My eyes squinted automatically, bright light flowing freely through that small crack on the door. I pushed the door more, mentally cursing Sasuke for having such heavy doors. I gave up, the door shutting automatically. What the hell?

I turned in surprise, hearing a small chuckle from behind me. A tall man that looked a lot like Sasuke stood in from of me. Relative? "What's so funny?"

He signaled me with his hand to move aside, I obeyed, and he reached over to grab the door. "You're suppose to pull," He demonstrated, opening the door without breaking a sweat.

"Oh..." I chuckled nervously, feeling in need of mental help. "I knew that."

The light from inside illuminated his features. His eyes were black, like Sasuke's, as was his hair. In fact, he looked just likeSasuke. He held out a hand to me, a thin smile spread on his lips. "My name's Itachi."

I took his hand automatically, "Sakura."

He smirked, but not in that cocky way Sasuke smirks. Itachi's smirk was gentle, charming. "I know." He held my hand towards his lips, kissing my knuckles, his eyes remaining on my own.

I blushed, my heart skipping a beat. Very charming. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to look away from his hypnotic gaze. "So, are you a relative?"

Itachi release my hand, sliding his own into his pockets. Sasuke does that a lot too. Why the hell am I taking notice of what Sasuke does?

"I'm Sasuke's older brother." No shock there. They could be twins (if it wasn't for the longer hair, or the oddly, yet attractively placed scars he had on his face).

"No kidding," I smiled, acting as if that didn't sound totally obvious. "Well, I had no idea he had a brother. Though, you surely do look like him."

Itachi returned my smile, "I like to think of it the other way around."

"He looks a lot like you," I corrected.

He nodded, flashing his teeth as his smile widened. Standing aside he said, "Go on now. Don't let me distract you from exploring your new home." It was so weird that everyone here seemed to know about me, and how I was going to live here, and I didn't know anything. I gave him a curt nod, walking by him to the bright room. My eyes squinted, adjusting to the sudden blazing surroundings. The door shut behind me, leaving me along in this quiet radiant hall. There were paintings everywhere. All over the walls, all over the ceiling that was made of glass. Wasn't it like one-thirty in the morning...? I figured since this was only the second floor, that this room must be illuminated with lights behind the stained glass ceiling. Never the less, it certainly was astonishing in all it's glory. I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting. It was going to take some time getting used to this mansion... I've lived in a small two-bedroom home all my life. Everything about this place was extravagantly large. It made me wonder just how big their family actually was. Or, used to be...

I scanned the doors on my left, coming across one that said "bath". I turned the golden knob, pulling the door open. (Thank goodness Itachi came along and corrected be before my stubbornness ended up adding to my debt.)

The bathroom was a bit more modern then the rest of the house-still very luxurious. The floor had black and white marble tiles, just like the hallway, and the ceiling had dark green floral wallpapers that reminded me of my mother.


Sasuke's POV:

"Yes Master?" The shy young maid approached me, her cheeks flushed.

I smirked, women are pathetic. "I've been calling you."

She bowed her head instantly, "Please, forgive me, Master." And why should I? It was their job to come when I called. To abide by my ever command. I rose from my seat and walked over to the maid, eyeing her petite form. She took hold of her quivering hands, folding them at her lap. Her eyes staring up at me nervously. I smirked deviously, a brilliant idea crossing my mind.


Sakura's POV:

The bath was marvelous. My skin felt so squishy and exfoliated. I looked down at my hair. It looked, if possible, even more pink then before. No wonder rich people looked so beautiful. I stepped out of the tub carefully, bending over to drain the water. The room was hot, the windows and mirrors foggy, as were the floors. Once the water began to drain, I reached for my towel and wrapped it around my body.

Where are my clothes...? I walked over to the door, noticing a hanger on the doorknob, a white plastic bag hanging from it's shoulders. I picked it up, noticing a folded get-well-soon card hanging from the neck of the hanger. I opened it reading the small cursive letters, "Your clothes are being washed. Master has ordered for me to send you these." Well, this couldn't be good. I tossed the card aside and pulled off the long plastic bag. No..freaking...way.. I stared at it in horror, my teeth grinding against each other. A maid's outfit!?

No..No...God, no. I can't wear this. It's so..so..revealing. (Did I forget to mention how much I hate Sasuke Uchiha?)

My mind raced, trying to find a way out of this situation. Dammit...my clothes were still in the car.

I groaned, mentally cursing my life. Only me. Things like this only happen to me. Sighing, I placed it on the chair facing the mirror. Might as well put it on for now.


Sasuke's POV:

I smirked, a bit curious to see how Sakura would look in that outfit.

The maid came in, Sakura's dirty clothing in her hands. "Did she notice?"

She smiled, shaking her head. "She was closing her eyes when I walked in."

My smirk soften into a smile at the thought of it. I leaned back in my chair and shooed the maid. "Go, now. Leave those here." She obeyed and hurried out of the room. For a moment I just starred at her clothes lying on my desk. Unable to contain myself, I reach over and stuck my hand into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out her phone and a folded piece of paper.


Sakura's POV:

I opened the door slowly, looking both ways to make sure nobody was around. No one...

Relaxing, I pushed the door further open, stepping out of the bathroom wearing the maid outfit. I just had to put up with it until I get to Sasuke's car. No big. Just as long as nobody sees me like this. I tugged on the skirt. Too short. How could somebody clean in this!? The outfit wasn't my size either, which was just my luck. It was pretty tight on me, and the top squashed my breast. I tugged it upwards, trying to cover up the cleavage. Sasuke must think I'm really skinny to have given me a size zero.

A squeal escaped my lips as I fell to the floor. I sighed, irritated at my clumsiness, and got up suddenly, feeling a breeze in my rear. God, please don't let anybody see me like this.

I hurried, the double doors were only a few steps away. I turned suddenly, hearing a door open. Oh god... Just kill me now. End my torture. I could feel the blood drain out of my body as Sasuke stepped out of the room. I remained speechless as his eyes wandered down my body.

Move Sakura. Move!

I turned quickly on my heel and raced to the door, my heart pounding out of control when I heard him run after me. He's chasing me?!

I leaped towards the door, grabbing the handle and pulling. Big mistake.

Sasuke was behind me in seconds, and before I figured out I had to push not pull, he wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me backward. "No!" I yelled, losing my grip with each of his yanks, until finally I had nothing to hold onto. I kicked the air, my arms trying to pry his off. "Let me go!"

"Shut up!"He whispered venomously into my ear.

Oh god... Domestic abuse! I screamed for help. Surely somebody had to be around. Sasuke's hand clamped tightly over my mouth, muffling my voice. What is his problem?! How could he treat me like...like...this!? He hardly knew me!

Sasuke pushed me into the room, causing me to stumble the the floor. He shut the door behind him, locking it so nobody could interfere. God...What is he going to do to me... Are all men like this at two in the morning!?

He stepped forward, a devious grin on his face. I crawled backward, desperate to get away.

He crouched down, reaching for my ankle and pulling me back, "Who's Naruto?"

He asked, grabbing my neck and sitting me up. I grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from me. "What do you care?" I narrowed my eyes at him, acting as if I wasn't afraid of him at this moment. "Give me my damn clothes!"

He smirked. I hate his smirk. "I will, when you tell me who he is." Bullshit.

"He's my boyfriend," I said, rather convincingly. "Give me my clothes!"

The smirk faded from his face, he stared at me serious. I looked away, glaring into the distance. "You're mine," He muttered.

"Hah! As if." I returned my gaze to him scowling angrily at him. He thinks he owns me just because I'm his wife. "I'm only with you because apparently, our parents think you can't find a woman on your own." And now I know why. Tsch, jerk. I'm not his freaking property.

Sasuke's smirk returned, his face unreadable. "Congratulation, you're hired. "

"What..?"

"Apparently, you have so much free time to be flirting with prepubescent little boys," Isn't he eighteen?! And Naruto is seventeen! "From now on, you're my new maid."

"What!?" I have to wear this? Around the house? "Hell no!"

"Too late, you're already mine. You have to do everything I tell you to do."

I looked at him blankly. Why the hell does he continue insisting that I'm his property? "What are you talking about?"

"You owe me ten million."

I gulped, the money sounding so heavy on my shoulders. "I thought that was only if I didn't marry you..."

"Marriage or not, debt is debt. You owe your life to me."

Ten million is probably what he makes daily. Why the hell is he harassing me like a loan shark? If I knew this would happened, I wouldn't have married him in the first place. "But I'm your wife!" How could he put his wife on debt?! Isn't his money my money?

Sasuke let a low mocking chuckle, "Now you acknowledge it?"

I blush and look away from stoic eyes. It's not my fault! He's threatening me with debt.

Sasuke grabbed my chin gently (gently!?), forcing my attention on his. "Women are too easy." He said in a husky voice, nearing his face to mine. "All it takes is money, and good looks." I felt like a deer caught in the headlights; unable to pull away, my heart stopping as realization slowly dawned on me. Sasuke pressed his lips on the corner of my mouth, letting them linger. Before I could even protest, my body was pressed against the floor, Sasuke hovering over me. I squirmed as he kissed down my neck, causing pleasure that made me sick to my stomach. "Stop fucking around, Sakura," he said in an annoyed voice. What the hell is he talking about? His fingers began unbuttoning the front of the maid's outfit, ripping some out in frustration.

"Get off me.." I struggled, attempting to push him off. He slid down my body, pressing his lips onto my cleavage. (Thank god this came with a corset, or I'd be braless.) I squirmed trying to shove him aside.

He pulled back, gripping up onto the top of the corset. He's going to rip it off?! I reacted instantly, my hand flying across his face. I felt victorious, for a brief second, until a smirk formed on his lips.

Sasuke grabbed both my wrists, pinning them over my head. His lips slammed onto mine, as if that slap fueled him on. Oh God, he's sick. He's really, really sick.

He kissed me fiercely, his lips devouring mine down to nothing. Not even giving me a chance to breathe. He broke away, only to come crashing down on my neck, his lower teeth grinding against the skin. I squealed, shutting my eyes tightly. I don't believe I've ever felt this defenseless before.

Sasuke licked the contour of my neck with the tip of his tongue. Disgusting! I just showered! "If you' behave, I'll pay you," he said seductively, kissing up my neck. He pulled away, staring down at me with a sly smile.

"Get..off...me..." I said in between breathes, my eyes narrowing. Something flashed across his eyes. Confusion? I couldn't tell. It left just as fast as it came. "I'm not going to sell myself to you!" When is he going to understand that I'm not his freaking toy?

He smirked, letting go of my wrists. "What a strange woman..." Ugh. I hated how he made it sound like I was some sort of experiment. Sasuke got up, yanking me up by my arm. His harm snaked around the small of my back, pressing my torso closer to his. "Never the less, you still have to repay your debt." I attempted getting out of his hold by twisting, but that didn't work out so well. He pulled me back against his torso, his hand now on my stomach. I clenched my teeth, feeling like kicking him where it hurts. But I wasn't about to try. He'd probably enjoy that.

Sasuke kissed the crook of my neck, moving upward. "Might as well me my maid," He spoke into my ear.

"I rather die."

He let me go, stepping away. "Very well."

I turn facing him. Our eyes locked for a brief second. If I thought I hated him earlier, I was wrong. I hate him so much more now.

I walked around him carefully, making sure he doesn't flip and goes back to sexually harassing me.

"Goodnight." I turned just before I opened the door, Sasuke still in the same spot, his hand balled into fist.

"Whatever," He replied, walking over to his desk and throwing me my clothes.

I caught it, my mouth dropping slightly. Pervert. Why the hell does he have my clothing?

I didn't say anything more to him, anxious to get as far away as possible from this man. What was my mother thinking, arranging a marriage for me? This is absurd!

Now it was almost three in the morning. I had school tomorrow!

Dammit.


(A/N): Short, I know. I intended it that way. 1), So I could upload something. And 2), I figured I much rather write short chapters and upload more often then write long chapters and take longer to upload.

Just finished this and only reread it once, so, sorry for any spelling mistakes of the sort.

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