A/N: Heya!.... uh, sorry about the wait, but I did warn you guys - I am THE queen of procrastination. Oh, and thanks for all who reviewed! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If i did own Naruto, why would i be writing FANfiction?

Sasuke heard a quiet tapping on the door of his bedroom before it was pushed open. She stood in the doorway, attired fully in a maid's uniform, a tray in her hands. The uniform looked good on her; when she had received it, it was a bit too baggy, so she had set out to work on stitching it to fit her perfectly. And it did.

A bit too perfect if you asked Sasuke.

The thin black fabric clung to her every curve, and the dress itself, which hung above the knees, made a show off her creamy white legs.

It was distracting..

Absolutely annoying.

Sakura cleared her throat, trying to get Sasuke's attention so she could get an invitation to come in.

He was sitting on his bed, which was already made, fully clothed in a black sweater and trousers, gazing out of the window on his left. He appeared not to have heard her.

The other maids had told her that Sasuke preferred not to have breakfast with his family. So, being his personal maid, she'd have to bring breakfast up for him and lay the dining table he had in his gigantic room.

"Can I come in?" she asked, annoyance lacing her voice. Really, just how long was he going to make her wait?

There was a pause before, "Hn."

Sakura stepped in, and quickly locating the large mahogany dining table, began to lay the table. Supposedly, all Sasuke ate for breakfast was oats. When she was done, a steaming bowl of oats was on the table, and a spoon and napkin next to it. Satisfied with herself, she said, "Your breakfast is ready, Sasuke," but remembering the maids' chidings hastily added, "-sama."

She watched as Sasuke got up from his large bed. He was tall. At least two heads taller than her. She watched as he sat down and picked up the spoon, his long fingers wrapping around its silver handle. She watched as he turned to her, his handsome face framed by raven locks, which in the light- she couldn't help but notice – had a bluish tint. His thin lips opened and mouthed something, but she could hear no sound come out. His expressionless onyx orbs locked on to her own bright green ones, and she felt like she was under a spell. Just like Itachi, she thought.

"Sakura."

She jerked back into consciousness and blinked a few times at the sound of her name.

"I said, you may go." His tone held a hint of irritation and she blushed realizing she had been staring.

Stuttering a muffled 'hai' she quickly bowed and rushed out of the room, closing the doors behind her.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her cheeks still flushed with colour, as she walked down the hall towards the maids' quarters.

What the hell was I doing?!

Sasuke stared down at his untouched bowl of oats. He was curious. He had heard Sakura mutter his brother's name when she was staring at him. But what had Itachi have to do with her? He remembered the girl's pink face when she finally realized he had been calling her. "Annoying," he muttered, but couldn't help his lips from quirking upwards at the corner.

Sakura was walking down the halls, broom in hand, sweeping the dust of the floor. She had a faraway look in her eyes, like she wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing. And that was true. She had a lot on her mind. She thought about how her Tou-san was doing; surely he was worried sick for her. The thought made her wince a little.

It's all for the best, she thought finally.

But it was not only thoughts of her beloved Tou-san that plagued her… she blushed.

"What the hell is wrong with me?! Stupid Sasuke," she muttered under her breath shaking her pink head to clear her thoughts.

"Oh my. What's this, I hear my foolish little brother's name?"

Sakura's head whipped up to see Itachi's slim figure leaning against the wall. He walked towards her until he towered over her petite frame. Then leaning down so that their faces were only inches apart, breathed, "Hm, Sakura?"

His breath smelled like mint.

She hated mint. It was a long story really, about the mint plant her mother had planted in the garden. How it's supposed medicinal properties could cure certain sickness. How it didn't cure her mother when she was sick. How her mother had died…

Yes. She hated mint.

Sakura, whose face was already red, blushed even more. She turned her head from his face, pinched her nose, and before thinking, blurted out, "Your breath stinks." She felt Itachi go rigid next to her, and realized her mistake, her face paling. She had heard stories from the maids about the older Uchiha brother's temper. She flinched and was about to apologize when she heard him make a weird sound. It took a few seconds to register in her mind that Itachi was laughing. So she just stood there, blinking and utterly confused at what had just happened.

"Oh Sakura," he said finally, leaning down to her again, "I haven't laughed like that in years." His tone was light and when Sakura looked up, she saw humor dancing in his usually expressionless, black eyes. Sakura was unsure of what to say. "S-Sorry," she finally bit out. "Don't be," he replied, his lips quirked at a corner, as he reached out his hand to brush his fingertips lightly across her cheek. Sakura's face turned pink and she looked down at her feet.

Just as he was walking away, Sakura suddenly remembered he had something of hers. Running after him she called out, "Itachi-sama, my duffel bag! Can I have it back?"

Itachi turned around abruptly at the sound of his name and Sakura bumped clumsily into him. Rubbing her rather wide forehead and mumbling an apology she began again, "My duffel bag, can I have it ba-"

She was cut off with Itachi's reply as he turned and walked down the hall, "Come to my room after you're done with your duties."

Sasuke watched his pink-haired maid lay the table - out of the corner of his eye - with increasing amusement. She looked so darn uncomfortable. The way she looked at anything except him, it was very amusing indeed. He could see that his maid had a light pink tint to her cheeks, which made her look somewhat cute he supposed…

"Enjoy your meal, Sasuke-sama," she mumbled refusing to meet his eyes. He just grunted in reply. He didn't know why she was making such a huge deal out of the breakfast incident. And he was still puzzling over what she had to do with Itachi. He glanced at his brother who seemed to be studying his maid with some interest.

"Sakura," Itachi called suddenly. The pink-haired girl looked up with some surprise, saw his beckoning finger and approached him. He watched as his brother called her closer and she bent down, allowing him to put his lips near her ear and whisper something. Sasuke felt his eyes narrow when he saw his maid tense up and go a shade darker than she was before. His eyes were still narrowed when he saw her give a quick bow and scurry out of the dining hall.

"Is everything okay, Itachi?" Mikoto asked.

"Oh, just fine, Okaa-san. Just a little… reminder to the new one." He was answering his mother, but his eyes were locked on Sasuke the whole time.

A/N: okay, it's shorter than usual..meh..... I was actually thinking of adding another part to this chapter but i was kinda unsure if it would be too long so i split it up. next chapter you'll see Sakura's encounter with Itachi in his room. Oooh, sounds absolutely naughty! But i don't think anything will happen... Empahsis on the word THINK. so, this chapter: Sakura's first day as Sasuke's maid... meh, could've gone better. But there's more to come, so stay tuned! oh, and reviews are very much appreciated, thanks!

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