Title: The Maid and Her Lord
Summary: Sasuke doesn't pick a male as his personal servant. Instead he chooses an girl with a bright smile, and floral colored hair.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Prompt: star-crossed lovers x soulmates au (42 & 1)
Comment: I tried something a bit different and combined these two. I hope you enjoy! I'm also not the best at medieval time clothing… so… yeah… This was so long but I thoroughly enjoyed this! Hopefully you enjoy this as well.
Servants filled the grand palace in the main hall where many galas and dinners are hosted. They stand straight in rows after rows with their heads to the floor. They were dressed in simple clothing, nothing too extravagant but not in dirty rags as many would expect servants to be dressed in. After all, the Uchiha family were known for treating their employees much better than most other royal families.
Around the servants in lines, the maids around them are bustling to clean up the palace for the dinner the Uchiha were hosting tonight. But the tapping sound of their quick feet on the floor muted as the large doors opened to reveal the young heir and his mother.
Everyone bowed and greeted the lady and young lord in harmony. And with that, everyone continued on with everything they were doing.
Mikoto leads her son towards the rows of male servants in the middle of the room. They stand there with Mikoto's maid behind her. Those who stands in front of the Uchiha family were around Sasuke's age or a little bit older.
"Sasuke-chan, is there anyone here you would like to be your personal butler?"
The five year old boy stands there with his eyes lazily glance at all the male servants. His face shows disinterest.
"Aa."
Mikoto chuckled, "How about Lee over here? He's quite strong and works hard."
But Sasuke's attention towards his mother was lost as his sight was captured by flowing pink hair across the floor. She was dressed in a maid's outfit with a white headband to pull her hair away from her face.
His mother's voice muddles as his vision blurs and he sees himself in a different location at a different time. He hears a soft cry of relief of his name in the back his head, "Sasuke-kun!"
Pink hair blocks his vision of a hospital room he does not recognize.
"Sasuke-chan?" His mother's questioning voice brings him back to focus. His dark eyes shift back towards his mother. His wide innocent eyes show curiosity directed towards his mother.
"Hn?"
"Sasu-chan, do you see anyone you like here?" Mikoto bends down to her son's height. She puts her hand on his small back and pushes him towards the servants.
But Sasuke turns his head towards the girl again and sees her carrying the tub of water, walking away. Sasuke lifts his slightly chubby hand to point towards the girl.
"Her."
…
"Uchiha-sama, it's time to get up!"
Walking into the young lord's dark blue bedroom, Sakura holds his new bedsheets. Sasuke only snuggles deeper into his covers, blocking out the sounds of her footsteps.
Sakura small smile cracks her calm facade. While as his personal maid, she is usually in the background needing to withhold her reactions when in public. Seeing the young lord's childish reactions always brought a smile to her face. She knows that no one else gets to see this side of him.
She steps towards the windows and pulls the blinds open. The bright light shines through the window and hits Sasuke in the face. Sasuke reacts quickly to cover his eyes with his arms. The covers slips down from his neck, revealing his lean torso.
Sakura's face flushes lightly but after over a decade with the young lord, she is more used to his body than she really should be.
Suddenly, shade covers part of his face. He removes his arms from his face only to have his vision is filled with pink and green. He sees Sakura leaning over him, looking down when she notices his eyes on her. The intensity of his eyes make her flush a deep red.
Sasuke smirks when he notices. He likes her best when she is embarrassed, and her cheeks are coated with a rosy blush. And while she tries to move away from the young lord, he grabs her by her shoulders causing her to drop all of the fresh sheets onto the ground. Her eyes widen when she feels her back hitting the back of the mattress.
The sheets that covered Sasuke falls to the floor, and all Sakura see is his bare chest. She quickly snaps her eyes back up to the young lord, exclaiming, "Uchiha-sama!"
His smirk only widens hearing this. He leans forward to graze her ear, "Sasuke-kun."
"Eh… eh?"
"Call me Sasuke-kun," his lips flutter across the shell of her ear.
Sakura quickly places her hands on his firm chest, and weakly pushed against him. It's too hot in here.
The pressure on his chest only excites him more. The smile on his lips only stretches bigger.
"Uchiha-sama, please get off! This isn't appropriate, aa…" her comment is cut off when she feels Sasuke's weight on his body as he lays on top of her, snuggling into her neck.
"Sa-ku-ra-chan," he purrs, "I'm not getting off until you call me by what I requested."
"Sa-sa-suke-kun," he can feel the heat emitting from her neck. Through his cracked eyes, he can see her neck turning a lighter shade like her cheek. But as promised, he lifts himself off of her only to be captured by her breathless look.
His hand reaches to cup her cheeks when his vision blurs. He sees himself holding the girl who looks identical to his personal maid by the neck with his bare hands, pinning her to the stone wall. Her eyes widen with fear and he sees himself going at her with what looks like a weirdly shaped knife.
Sasuke flinches away before his hand touched her cheeks. He sits back up, and allows Sakura to do the same. But this time, she is the one who reaches out to the young lord, holding his bare shoulders, "Sasuke-kun, is everything alright?"
He looks at her, and the hardness of his softens from the worried look she has on her face. He holds her hands in his for a moment, both embracing the warm touch flowing through the palms of their hands, before he sets it on her lap.
Sasuke pushes himself off the bed to stand in the middle of his bedroom, only in his night pants. From her position, she can see now that he is no longer than young boy she grew up attending to his every needs but instead a grown young man who is probably too handsome for his own good.
"So what is the agenda today, Sakura?" He quickly pulls his shirt over his head and Sakura begins her daily tasks.
"Ah… well, today you're going to…"
… .
"Uchiha-sama! We cannot do this!"
The mob of pink hair moves away from him and closer to the balcony railings. Sasuke's eyes narrow and he stalk his way over to her. Only when he gets closer to her does she realize the mistake she made by cornering herself.
Sasuke places his hands on either sides of the pink haired girl he has been slightly chasing after since he has laid his eyes on her. He notices she looks anywhere besides him.
"Sakura."
The authority in the tone of his voice forces her to reluctantly meet his eyes. She's shaking lightly from the heat and proximity of Sasuke. Never has he been so forward towards her.
Sasuke had always been flirty towards her. But she had always thought it was because he was most comfortable with her. And while she always had feelings towards her – feelings that she could not explain. Sometimes, there were moments that felt like she has already known him.
"Uchiha-sama –"
"Sasuke."
"Sasuke-kun," she narrows her eyes at how familiar her tongue seems to wrap around the punctuations of his name.
He raises his eyebrow, prompting her to continue.
Her back presses tightly against the railing in a futile attempt to put some space between the two of them. But Sasuke only leans further against her, closing any distance she has created.
Sakura places her hands on his chest to attempt to push him away, "You're the young lord, Sasuke-kun. We can't do this!"
"Like hell I can't."
Before she can respond to his reply, her vision blurs to the dark blue hair she has been used to taming every morning. Her lips feel a warm breath before she feels the harsh pressure of Sasuke's lips on her. And at that moment, her hands clench the fabric of his dress shirt, pulling him closer to her.
He takes this as encouragement as he moves his arms around her waist, pushing her to his chest and off the railings. They only break off when they ran out of air, panting for their breath. Their cheeks coat in a rosy color.
In her outfit, a maid outfit she has worn throughout the years, she feels small and insignificant to the well-educated, and well-mannered young lord who dresses in silk that were far too expensive for her own imagination.
Sasuke doesn't let her go while they're trying to catch their breath. Instead, he moves to brush the fallen hair out of her face, smirking when her rosy cheeks turn bright red. He cups her chin, keeping her eyes on him.
"Sakura… I do what I want. Hell, my mother and Itachi already knows of this."
"Lord Uchiha –"
"We'll deal with my father. Together."
He moves his other hand to bring her hand up to his lips. The gesture made her heart beat faster than she can imagine. And in that moment, they both see themselves in another world, surrounded by friends and their daughter holding onto both of them.