A/N: Ello! Here's another chapter for you guys! I Idk...I think it's pretty long, but watevs...there's some...citrusy? stuff in this chapter, but it's not quite a lemon, so...I'm changed the rating just for safety! If you don't like that kind of stuff NOT TO WORRY! I doubt there will be a full out lemon in this story, so calm down :) there might be some stuff close to it though...you know you like it ;P
This chapter is dedicated to…
LilyVampire! Thanks for reviewing and sticking with me so long, chick :) luv ya!
Thx for the reviews, faves, and alerts, everyone! I luv you all!
Enjoy!
--x—
Honestly
--x—
Have you ever been warned about something that you never thought—never even dreamed would happen? Never wanted to happen, in this case.
Yes, it happens to the best of us. Those things always seem to make invisible restrictions and rules in our lives that humans just can't help but break.
Now, even worse.
Don't you hate when that one thing that you were warned about, that you didn't want to believe would happen…
Happens?
Ugh, honestly, it's the worst feeling.
Like a punch in the gut, like a huge tsunami wave coming and smacking you right in the face. Though, I just explained, hypothetically, how it feels, it is still candidly difficult to explain my true feelings to this happening.
All I know is that it tugs at my stomach—almost makes me want to throw up.
The thought…the utter, raw thought of Karin ending up with Sasuke was almost worse than the thought of me actually not succeeding in getting the money I need to pay for college.
And that scares me.
Honestly.
--
Chapter Four: It's Nice Having Hot Guys Hit on You
--
"What do you mean you kissed him?" came the piercing voice of my best friend, Tenten, on the other line of the phone.
"Well, what the hell else is that suppose to mean, Tenten?" I shot back, placing my hand on my hip, completely discarding the duster on the floor.
I held the phone away from my ear and flinched as a squeal came through my end of the phone. "Sakura, that's so amazing! Wait—when did this happen."
I smiled slightly, thinking back to the moment as I eyed the room that I had just finished cleaning. "About a couple weeks ago." I still felt hot thinking about it—kissing the Sasuke Uchiha was not something you do every day.
"Oh my God, so are you guys, like, a thing now?"
I scrunched up my nose in disgust, scoffing. "No!" I spat, leaving the room and closing the door behind me before making my way to the marble staircase and into the kitchen. "He's still a careless, egotistical prick at times. Sometimes I feel like I'm just some maid with benefits to him."
It was true that I liked Sasuke—hell, I was completely head over heels for the guy. But there was no telling if he felt the same about me. He was Sasuke Uchiha, for goodness sake, he could have as many women as he ever wanted and not have to like a single one for anything but their company.
How would I know if I was any different to him?
"Oh…" muttered Tenten softly. "Well then can I have him?"
I frowned, turning off the stove before getting a wash cloth and cleaning the kitchen counter. "What?" I gasped. "No! I already have enough trouble keeping that…Karin-bitch off of him and now I have to worry about my best friend?" I put my hands on my hips with mock-concern. "Tenten, I'm astonished. I wonder what Neji would say…"
I heard her click her tongue. "Oh, Saku-baby, you know I'm only kidding…as much as I wish I wasn't…" She had added the last part under her breath. "Besides, Neji hasn't called me in two days—count 'em, Sakura—TWO!"
I rolled my mint-green eyes. This girl had ONE minute to stop acting like a fool in my ear. I loved my baby Tenten, but she really needed to lay off the crazy sauce. "Tenten, he lost his phone a week ago…" I mumbled with a sigh. "He emails you every day and even called you from a friend's phone all the way from University. I don't think you should be complaining, love."
She sighed loudly, almost making it sound like an indignant huff. "I know, I know…" she grumbled. "I just want something to complain about. Moreover, he promises to get me a tennis bracelet if he doesn't call by tomorrow…"
I giggled, folding the dirty wash cloth and tightening the bandana on my head. "There you go." Just then, the bell rang and my eyebrows furrowed. Who could that be—ugh, hopefully not the paparazzi again! It didn't take long to figure out where Sasuke Uchiha lived in Konoha—it was his hometown, after all.
Futhermore, Sasuke wasn't home and I wasn't decent myself in my short, red Soffe's, a sweatshirt, and my (apparently) loathed yellow, ducky slippers.
I bit my lip, before deciding that I should probably answer the door. Ugh—dammit!
"Tenten, I need to talk to you later, someone's at the door," I groused with a pout. The doorbell rang again and I remembered what Sasuke said about me yelling and cursing at the door, so I calmly called. "One minute!"
"Alright, love you! Save some sexy superstar for me, kay? "
"Honestly, Tenten, I'm going to tell Neji on you…" I murmured before hanging up and walking to the door, trying my best to fix my hair under the bandana. I couldn't remember the last time I did it properly, a week ago maybe?
I looked out the peep hole to see Sasuke's brother and gasped before whipping off my bandana and shaking my hair out before ruffling my hand through it and taking a deep breath. That was a CLOSE one!
I opened the door and gave a feigned surprised expression before smiling. "Mr. Uchiha, good morning. Ah—I didn't expect to see you so early. May I help you?"
He gave me a knowing smirk before his eyes flickered to the discarded bandana on the ground and then back to my face. "Good morning, Ms. Haruno." I blushed two shades too dark. "Is my brother home?"
I ran a hand through my hair and pursed my lips, suddenly nervous about standing in front of the eldest Sexy Pants. "No, I'm sorry," I apologized quietly, looking out to see that he drove out here by himself. I had no idea where he lived and if it was far from here. I felt kind of bad. "W—would you like to come in?"
He shook his head, a smirk still on his face. "No, I was supposed to go with Sasuke to our parents' house. Since we're both in town at the same time, our parents wanted to have brunch with us. Has he said anything about already heading out there?"
I thought back to earlier this morning, biting my lip before remembering what Sasuke had said about how it was such a dirty habit and how I should consider quitting ASAP. "I'm afraid he told me he went out to a breakfast meeting, or whatever, with his agent." I gave another remorseful look, before looking to the watch on my wrist. "He should be back soon. Maybe he forgot, though I don't remember seeing that on his calendar," I said, scratching my head in thought. "Are you sure you don't want to come in? I mean, I have a lot of breakfast that'll be put to waste since Sasuke's out."
He raised an onyx eyebrow. "You made him breakfast?"
I nodded, eyes shining. "Oh, every morning! It's part of our…" Oh, crap! No one was supposed to know about that contract! I was a secretary! Think secretary! "Deal!" I blurted out. He only gave me a more skeptical look so I decided to make up some explanation. "I make him breakfast, he buys me a few pairs of True Religions; easy trade off."
He nodded, that ever present knowing look still glinting in his eyes. "I see…and you want me to eat the breakfast you made especially for him?"
I pouted and put my hands on my hips. "He's the one missing out! I'm not the best cook, but sheesh! You think the guy would have some common courtesy and at least try what I slave over every morning!" Suddenly outraged that the guy I cooked for every morning didn't like my food, I subconsciously dragged Itachi in the house. "Come in, let's eat!"
He readily allowed me to lug him into the kitchen before sitting him down.
"I made grilled fish, tamagoyaki, miso, and tsukemono pickles! I mean, it's not a lot, but I did put a little effort into it, you know!" I rambled, rolling my eyes and pulled my long, pink locks into a messy bun on the top of my head to get it out of the way. "I've been making all Japanese foods for him now, 'cause he doesn't like sweets, and all, but he still finds little convenient ways to get out of breakfast!" I walked over to the sink and turned the handle roughly.
"I'm sure you're cooking isn't horrible, Ms. Haruno," put forward Itachi, an amused look on his face as he watched me bustle around the kitchen.
"Well, thank-you, at least somebody has a working heart around here!" I huffed, proceeding to wash my hands under the sink with warm water. I shut off the faucet and dried my hands, walking over towards the meal on the other side of the counter. "That Sasuke walks around with that cold expression all day! It would be nice to hear a simple compliment every once in awhile…" I paused, pointing the elder Uchiha's way. "You want natto on your rice?"
"Yes, please."
"I mean, I'm a good secretary! I deserve better!" I declared, finally ending my rant as I poured the fermented soy bean and karashi mustard mixture on the boy's rice. I sighed, finally feeling a little better for getting that out before bringing Itachi's meal to him and placing both a cup of warm tea and water in front of him.
"You do all of this for Sasuke…every morning?"
I rolled my eyes, nodding. Ugh, don't remind me... "Every morning for breakfast, every night for dinner," I deadpanned, leaning my hand against his chair to steady myself. I was pretty tired. "He's usually never here for lunch, but on the off-chance he is, I make that for him too…"
"Hn…all that for some jeans, eh?" Though in the form of a question, Itachi's voice seemed as monotonous as his brother's, with a hint of silk.
I pouted, slumping down in the seat across from him with a deep sigh and biting my lip dejectedly, nose wrinkled. "All for the price of beauty, I suppose…" I droned, chewing on my lip shamelessly and pulling at a fallen strand of hair by my face.
I heard a chuckle escape his angel-like voice and my eyes widened, flickering his way, the rest of my actions frozen.
"Did I—" I swallowed. "Did I miss something?"
"Sakura—if you'll allow me to call you that…?"
"Of course."
He smirked. "Sakura…that face that you make is…" I furrowed my eyebrows and then remembered what expression I had on, immediately neutralizing it. I could practically hear Sasuke scolding me now… "Is that the face you make when you're angry?"
I flinched. "Yeah, sometimes…" I murmured. "Sorry…it's a dirty habit. Sasuke hates it too," I growled bitterly. "Sasuke says it's rude and unbecoming, or something. He says it makes me look pig." I scratched the back of my head. "I'm working on it, really…"
He smirked again. "Quite the opposite. It's…entertaining." I looked up at him, disbelief written across my face. "I like it. It is very hard for such a beautiful lady as yourself to look anything near a pig." The way he had said the compliment made it sound so easy and simple, but it really made me feel amazing.
Instantly, the hand that had been pulling at my tresses began twirling the messy, pink hairs around and between my fingers as I entered the dreaded fan girl mode. My eyes were glazed over, making them look lighter and my head was cocked to a side, a blush easing into my cheeks.
It was embarrassing as hell, but I couldn't stop it.
"Oh…well," I giggled giddily, keeping my gaze away from his in fear I might explode. What?! He's hot!
Don't judge me.
I shook my head with another laugh. "You have no idea how nice it is when a hot guy hits on you." And then I realized what had come from my mouth.
He chuckled lightly. "I hope I would never. Sakura, you really are an amusing girl." He took a sip of the soup I had placed in front of him as well as taking a small bite of tamagoyaki. "Your food is very good, as well."
He was joking, right? I scoffed, looking down. "You don't have to lie to me, Mr. Uchiha. I know my cooking sucks."
He shook his head, taking a bite of his rice and chewing thoroughly and politely. "No, it does not. I am not lying to you, Sakura." He smirked at me. "And, please. If I am to call you Sakura, than you should feel free to call me Itachi."
"Alright…Itachi, then." He sent me that sexy grin again and I near melted.
I smiled at him, blushing for a little before I looked down again and bit my lip, shaking my head with a small, under my breath laugh.
"Do you also bite your lip when you are happy?"
I smiled again at him, giggling. "Yeah, I do that, too…but for some reason, Sasuke never comments when I make this face." It was true. When Sasuke did succeed in making me laugh instead of want to cuss him out, he never got mad at the lip biting thing.
"It is because it is such a beautiful expression, Sakura. It would be wrong of him to scold you about it," complimented Itachi once again, smirking.
I giggled stupidly. "Oh, Itachi, stop it…" But it was clear that I wanted the compliments to keep on coming. Just when it was getting good that damn timer that I set earlier that morning started going off and I clicked my tongue, pouting in its direction. "Man, that's Sasuke's laundry…" I murmured mostly to myself.
"You do his laundry, too?" he questioned, that hint of amusement still in the elder brother's voice.
"Yeah…" I grumbled with a sigh. "I mean it's not like he expects a lot from me otherwise. I'm home all day, so…" I explained, unconsciously saving myself this time from having to tell him I was actually Sasuke's personal slave. "I hope I didn't put any of the stuff he wanted dry cleaned in there…" I thought out loud.
Itachi chuckled once again before standing. "Well, it is time I take my leave…" I looked at him, not really ready for him to go yet. "But before I do…I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me sometime. I thought it might be nice not having to cook for two for once."
He wanted what?!
Itachi-fucking-hot Uchiha wanted to do what with whom?
I was so surprised and happy, I didn't know what to do with myself, and so I just sat there looking stupid. But when I finally went to open my mouth and say 'yes', I couldn't. Something wouldn't let me. How? This was Itachi Uchiha, we were talking about. What the hell could be holding me back?
And then a different pair of onyx eyes popped into my brain, and I was a little befuddled at what just the thought of his gaze could do to me—practically move mountains if it could get me to do what I was about to do…
I couldn't believe it…
I was about to turn down Itachi Uchiha and his sexual advances!!
Damn you, Sasuke! I DEMAND to know what kind of hex you put on me with those searing, dark, obsidian orbs you look at me so hotly with!
I'll kill you!
"I'm sorry…" I said sheepishly. "I know this may sound stupid, but…even though he makes me do all this crap for him and barely thanks me for it…I think I still really like your brother. And, as much as this scares me, I'm going to have to say no for dinner…" KILL ME!
"Hn." That was all he had to say? Shit, did I hurt his ego? Surprise him? I knew he probably wasn't used to being turned down—EVER! But when I looked up at his face, all I could see was a cocky, gorgeous smirk set right there on his lips, surrounded by other unreadable features.
He shrugged. "Good answer," he said.
What the fuck?!
I furrowed my eyebrows. "I…I'm very confused."
He closed his eyes. "I'm glad you like my brother. He can be an ass at times, but that's only because he doesn't want to fall for you too hard. He needs you, though."
I opened my mouth to say something, but only ended up shaking my head in confusion as I scratched at my unruly hair some more. "So…you're telling me that you think Sasuke likes me?" What the hell was up with these people?
That Sasuke guy—yeah, news flash, he thought I was the most annoying thing that ever lived. I will admit, at first that was comforting since that was all I thought about him. But now…
"I know he likes you. He was angry that I hit on you and any other girl, he wouldn't give a shit."
I paused, looking down. That actually seemed legit. "Wait…" I frowned. "So, this whole time you weren't really making a pass at me?" I could almost feel my ego deflating. There goes my next phone call with Tenten…
He smirked. "Hn…Don't be crazy, Sakura, I think you're beautiful." He shrugged. "But my brother got to you first," he said with a wink, before leaning down and kissing me on the forehead and walking towards the door. "Tell Sasuke to call me once he gets home. Mother and Father will not be happy." And he left, leaving me in total awe at what happened.
Honestly, anyone who complimented my food was just crazy enough to think that Sasuke liked me…
Which is what happened…
Right?
Man…
This sucks.
--
I popped another spoon of whip cream into my mouth and mewled as it melted on my lips. Kami, that stuff was awesome. I gazed at the container of Cool Whip longingly, trying to figure out how long it would take to actually finish the whole thing and if I could do it before Sasuke got home and yelled at me.
Deciding to take the chance, I shrugged, closing my eyes and hurriedly scooping another rather big spoonful of the delicious cream into my mouth…
When the little alarm for the front door opening sounded.
My eyes practically popped out of my sockets when I heard Sasuke call for me and I quickly covered the beloved treat with its cap before hiding the evidence under my bed. I wiped my mouth, hurriedly trying to swallow the creamy goodness as Sasuke walked into my room with a bundle in his hands.
Geez, knock, idk, ever!?
"Hey, what's up?" I said as casually as I could, but before I could do much else, the bundle that was in Sasuke's hands ended up in mine. "Uh…" I mumbled warily, eyes worried when the bunch of blankets now in my arms started moving and whimpering. My eyes went to the blankets and I gasped.
Holy shizz, a baby! I gawked, desperately trying to gather words to form a semi-calm sentence as Sasuke headed back to the door as if he had just handed me a bologna sandwich or something. There was a friggin' BABY in my arms—where the hell do you get off putting a random child in someone's hands? Was he crazy?
"Ah—Sasuke," I tried to call out, but he merely moved aside as two men carried a huge, dismantled crib into my room. Just carried it as if this shit happens every day! I shuffled out of their way and over to the door where Sasuke was, my eyes still lingering on the men building the crib. "What is all this?"
He sighed, closing his eyes and disregarded me as he always did, before walking out of my room. I gasped at his rudeness before following him. Where was Itachi when you needed his kindness?
I jostled the baby in my arms until it was in a position where I could hold it in only one hand before reaching out and grabbing Sasuke's arm, turning him around to face me forcefully.
"Well, good afternoon, Sakura. How are you today? I see that you are very tired, but if you don't mind I would like you to do one more thing for me…" I gave him a stern look. "Maybe something along those lines before you bust into my room and place a…an infant in my arms?" He rolled his eyes. "Where have you been all this time? Where did you get a baby, anyway?" I inquired, practically out of breath. I wanted answers, dammit!
"I went to my parents' house," he answered calmly with a straight forward expression.
"What?!" I yelled. The baby started whining again, and I looked down at its face before lowering my voice a little as to not startle it. "You told me you were going out to breakfast with your agent. Why would you lie to me? Itachi drove all the way over here looking for you."
He shrugged. "Exactly."
"Exactly?" I whispered harshly. "What the hell are you talking about, exactly? Itachi seems like a very nice person and you seem to hate him," I reprimanded, subconsciously rocking the baby up and down to calm it.
He glared, shaking his head. "You don't know him like I do."
I narrowed my light green gaze, a little peeved that he kept on hiding this whole thing with his brother and family, keeping it a secret from me. "Sasuke—" I started, before stopping myself, sensing a touchy subject. I sighed, closing my eyes. "We can touch on that later, Sasuke. What the hell are you doing with a baby?" I asked, getting back to the problem at hand.
"I brought her from my parents' house." I raised an eyebrow. "She's my adopted little sister. Her name's Ayako and she's thirteen months." I looked down at the warm bundle of joy in my arms before smiling. I loved babies and this one was adorable to match.
She had sleepy blue eyes and gorgeous chestnut brown locks—a little different from the rest of the Uchiha, I'd say.
Ugh—precious!
"Well, that's great and all, Sasuke, but what's she doing here?"
He scratched the back of his neck tiredly. "My parents have interviews today and my mother has a wedding to attend. She's a wedding planner. Their nanny is ill, so they wanted me—you—to watch her," drawled Sasuke with a yawn, not once looking at me.
I raised my eyebrow before giving him a blank stare. "Lovely," I droned. I lifted the baby to look her in the face. "Honestly, Sasuke, it shouldn't be that hard." I smiled. "This little angel can't be that much trouble, right?" I cooed, pouting my lips at the baby.
I had the baby right there. All children loved me; it was practically a fact. You know how much money I used to get from babysitting? Che…it was crazy…
Honestly.
"Tch…angel…" mocked Sasuke as he began to walk to his room.
I frowned at him, lowering the baby back down and bouncing her up and down as she began to gurgle. "Eh—what is that supposed to mean? I'm perfect with children and—" The baby started to wiggle in my arms and reach for the ground so I carefully let her down, biting my lip as she wobbled to her feet and smiled, starting to clap her hands.
A look of joy plastered on my face as I watched the girl dance and jump around before giving Sasuke the old I-told-you-so look.
He shrugged with a smirk. "Whatever, I'm going to go take a nap. Have fun." He paused. "And get that whip cream from under your bed, Sakura, you're honestly like a child." I pouted, cursing under my breath. How did he know that?
I sighed. I guess it was believable that he wouldn't help—I couldn't see him wanting to do anything but sit in his room and think about Karin's boobs—but really, this guy was starting to get on my nerves. I stuck my tongue at his back as he walked down the hallway to his room and then my eyes were back on the baby.
I smiled brightly. "Aya-chan, we'll have fun together, ne?" But when I reached out to pick her up, all she did was break out into tears. I retracted my hands back, looking at her oddly.
This reaction from a baby towards me—baby-sitter of the year—was…different.
I bit my lip and my eyebrows furrowed as I reached my hands forward and scooped the weeping baby into my arms, bouncing her up and down again. "What's wrong, baby…do you miss your parents?" The weeping only continued and I hummed in thought. "Maybe you haven't eaten. Come on, baby."
I walked her to the kitchen where, magically, there was a baby bag at the ready. Her constant crying was already starting to worry me because it was so loud and shrill, like she wouldn't stop for anything.
Placing the baby into the baby chair that, also, seemed to use magic to appear there, I tried to tune out the incessant crying and make her a warm bottle of milk, readying the baby food as well. I squirted some of the milk on my wrist to see if it was too hot and sighed in relief when it wasn't.
"Here you are, Aya-chan," I said sweetly, handing the baby the bottle only to have her throw it to the ground angrily and continue her high-pitched wail. "I guess not…" I murmured to myself as I bent down with a pout, picking up the bottle and placing it on the counter.
I put a hand on my hip, before scratching the back of my head confusedly. I wasn't used to this kind of mess; babies were always fond of me, and I usually could guess perfectly why they were crying if they ever decided to do so in my presence.
I moved aside the little table attached to the baby chair and hoisted the crying infant back on to my hip, bouncing her up and down some more. I fussed over her red face for a bit and wiped a few of her tears away.
"You don't feel wet, baby, so I know your diaper's clean." I furrowed my brows and looked at her straight in the face as if she would understand me. "Are you trying to boo-boo?" My answer was more crying and I clicked my tongue, cooing at her some more before making my way up the stairs again.
"Would you shut that baby up? I am trying to sleep," complained that rude boy that's room is right down the hall. How mean! That baby happens to be your little sister!
I pressed Ayako to my chest and covered her remaining ear with my hand, scowling. "I am TRYING!" I screeched back irately before walking to my room. I closed the door to my room and rocked the baby in my arms some more, trying to figure out what could be the problem.
Maybe she had gas…if I had gas and couldn't talk in complete sentences, I would cry too. With the baby crying too close to my ears, I couldn't think and I groaned quietly.
I gently set the baby down on her feet and crossed my arms, looking at her expectantly.
"Does baby just want to roam around?" I asked her, but she only plopped down on her bum, squeezed those gorgeous baby blues tightly and bawled even louder. I freaked out, gasping and bended down to pick her back up again, kissing her on the forehead and apologizing.
"Alright, alright…" I whispered consolingly. "You're alright. Shh…" I bit my lip some more as I rocked the weeping child soothingly. I tried wiping the baby girl's face some more, but the tears I swiped away were only replaced with fresh, new ones.
"I hope you're not just missing your mama…" I wished aloud. I looked her in the face helplessly. "What does Ayako-chan want from me? If you keep this up, your onii-baka will kick both of us out," I pleaded jokingly. But it probably would happen…
I sighed again, humming a lullaby that used to calm me when I was younger, but the baby only wailed louder—if that was even friggin' possible! "Hey!" I pouted at her, a little offended by how she took my singing. "I might not be Frank Sinatra, but I'm not that bad, geez!" She sustained her sobbing and I closed my eyes, defeated. "Please be quiet…" I whispered irritably before sighing and walking over to her crib.
I had never once run into this issue…
I placed the baby in her crib and picked up a stuff animal that was in it, giving the best smile I could at the moment. "Does Ayako-chan want to play with Mr. Bear?"
"Wahhh! WAHH!"
I snorted. "I'll take that as a no…" I sank down against the crib, resting my arms on the top of it and leaning my head atop my arms.
I'd give it an hour before I went COMPLETELY cray cray.
Honestly, this baby would be quiet soon, right? Maybe she did just have gas…
--
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
Shut this baby UP! Three hours—this baby has been crying for three hours straight. How can someone cry for that long?! I thought babies lost that whole cry-the-whole-night stamina at around three months! I was sure the thing would've run out of tears by now—could it be possible that she obtained a never-ending amount?
This was ridiculous—it was pushing me over the edge and straight into the ground below.
"I don't know how much longer I can take this…" I murmured sullenly from my spot on the ground. In the fetal position, mind you. "Never in my life…never have I been denied by a child like this…this is ludicrous." I had sunk down to talking to myself, leaving the baby in the crib to hopefully fall asleep.
No amount of gas could make anyone cry like this.
Sasuke had visited the room I think once every hour, either just to glare and remind me how he was taking a nap or yell at me. He never once said anything to the baby, even though he knew full well I was able to do just as much about that baby crying as the baby could do about reading a dictionary.
Ugh…where was that duck tape?
It must have been Sasuke's hourly visiting time because right when I was going to get up and go on a search for the tape, he came into the room to see me sprawled out on the floor.
"Baby still crying?" he asked stoically.
My eyes narrowed. "What do you think?" I snapped.
"I think you need you to shut that baby up," he suggested blandly, walking into the room and leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
I sighed, closing my eyes before they began twitching again from both rage and lack of sleep. "How many times have you come in here and asked me to do that, Sasuke?"
He shrugged. "Maybe about three times," he guessed impassively.
"And how many times have I told you that I've tried that?"
"As many times as I've been in here."
I gave him a pointed glare. "Then why the hell would you ask me to do that again?" He only stared blankly at me, a slightly amused look on his face. I don't know why crying babies and frustrated maids amuse him, but to each their fucking own, I guess.
I stood up with a disgruntled look on my face, cursing to myself crossly. I furrowed my eyebrows again, giving a worried look; face twitching uncontrollably as I looked over the edge of the crib at the baby again. Her head was still whipped back as she wailed to the heavens, her voice not lessening in sound for anything.
"Please, shush up, Ayako-chan. Please." I found myself whining more than necessary around this kid and Sasuke chuckled wickedly behind me. I turned on him, glaring daggers once again. "What?!"
"Have you fed her?"
"Yeah, I stuffed some food down the thing's throat an hour ago," I replied, scowling at the infant.
He chuckled again. "Wow, so great with children. I'll have to recommend you," he jeered.
"Yeah, laugh it up, asshole…"
He smirked at me through those onyx pools of his, hands still in his pockets. "Maybe she doesn't like you." He had said it so calmly, I wanted to smack him.
Doesn't like me? Ha, impossible. I have never met a baby that doesn't take a liking to me; who the hell did he think he was talking to.
I pursed my lips with a huff. "Well, that's your opinion, an insane one, but your opinion nonetheless," I stated serenely, though peeved that he would even say something like that.
"Hn," he grunted, smug smirk still attached to his handsome features. "Opinion, huh?" He pushed himself off the wall and began to walk towards the crib. "Let me hold her."
I turned around, facing him and held my arms out to protect the baby from the fool coming her way. "No way! I wouldn't let you hold her. You'd probably drop her on the head and then she'd end up as messed up as you!" I argued.
He pushed me gently by the waist, but it was still harsh enough of a push to get me out of the way, before lifting the crying baby into his arms. This was a disaster waiting to happen.
Sasuke looked at her austerely in the eyes and then his narrowed. "Ayako Uchiha, be quiet," he commanded sternly and I scoffed.
Pfft, yeah right…
But she stopped. I gawked not quite sure what to say. What the—
"Now, you will listen to Sakura when she asks you to do something, you understand?" He waited awhile before nodding at the silent little one and handing her to me. "Hn." He smirked arrogantly my way, but I was still at a loss of words, awestruck that with just a simple command the baby stopped her wailing.
This wasn't happening…
"I can't believe this…" I mumbled mostly to myself.
"Well, believe it, Pinky." He rubbed the top of my head and I didn't even move to stop him, I was so surprised. All that time…all that pain I went through could've been avoided from the beginning.
I still couldn't speak as the baby started falling asleep right in my arms, completely hushed. "Oh my goodness…" I whispered to myself as the boy left the room.
I've honestly had enough…
--
When I was completely sure the baby was asleep, I tenderly placed her in her crib before tip-toeing with caution out the slightly ajar door, closing it with the softest click I could. I let out a breath of relief, closing my eyes and turned around to look right into a dark pair of obsidian coals.
I immediately gasped in surprise, backing up so that I was against the door, eyes not lingering from the man's in front of me.
A cocky smirk came upon his lips as he saw my reaction, before grabbing both my arms and holding them by my wrists above my head. I'll admit, I was pretty turned on…
"Sasuke—" I started, a little confused at why this was happening, but before I could say anything he had smashed those talented lips against mine, taking the words from my mouth. This kiss was hot and fiery, making me moan into his mouth, his other hand coming to rest at my hip. He broke away a little too soon, leaving me speechless as always and I bit my lip, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
I shook my head when he didn't speak. "I don't get it," I whispered finally, keeping my voice down as to not wake the baby. "I mean, y—you have mood swings like a chick. One second you're yelling at me and making me do a bunch of stuff, and th—the next, you're practically trying to fuck me." He only kept his hot stare on me, making me even more nervous when I spoke to him. I swallowed to wet my dry throat. "I…I—" It was hard for me to concentrate on what I was going to say when one of Sasuke's hand's was pinning my wrists above me and the other was roaming the length of my hip, rising up the curve of my waist and threateningly close to my breasts before falling back down and resting on my hip again—his index finger finding a way to get right under the hem of my Soffe's and tease the delicate skin there.
I shivered when he went beneath the fabric of my underwear, and then flicked it back down, making it snap softly against my skin. Oh my Kami, he was hot.
He leaned forward, lips against my ear and bit at the lobe, causing me to shudder once more. "Do you want to stand here and listen to me explain my attraction to you, Miss Haruno, or would you like me to kiss you again?"
Well, that was easy. I whimpered, shutting a moan off from exiting my mouth, my knees trying extra hard to not buckle beneath me. "Kiss me," I said hurriedly, anxiously. "Please."
I felt his smirk ease its way back on to my lips and immediately I opened my mouth, allowing him entrance. His tongue entangled in mine, sending sensations through my body that I didn't even know I could feel and he slowly let go of my wrists to allow me to wrap my arms around his strong neck and twirl them through his hair.
He bit my bottom lip, making me gasp once again before starting a trail of open mouth kisses down my throat, causing my breathing to become uneven. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.
Honestly.
Sasuke bit at my collarbone, sucking at it and I moaned, pulling at his hair harder. I wanted to scream, he was getting me so excited.
"Sasuke," I whispered breathily, before he started edging his way down to the swell of my breasts. I bit my lip in order to not scream. "The baby—she…ah! We can't wake her up."
He rose back up to my lips, kissing me passionately. "Then try not to scream my name, Sa-ku-ra," he whispered huskily, making me want to turn to pudding, a smirk sweeping across his face. I shook again in anticipation.
My face held both worry and pleasure as his hand rose under my shirt and to the underwire of my bra. He smirked evilly before, swiping his fingers over the fabric of my bra where my nipples were, eliciting a moan. He pinched the harden nipples, and I turned my head to the side, biting my lip to muffle a cry. He was driving me wild and I couldn't do a thing about it!
He chuckled upon seeing my face and then his hands trailed down to the hem of my pants again as he pulled them down with one swift swoop. I quickly stepped out of my shorts with a grunt before I jumped and wrapped my legs around him; causing him to push me into the wall even more, and by doing that, show his arousal.
His hand slipped down, between us to my underwear where he slowly rubbed between my folds and I couldn't help the anxious moan that slipped from between my lips. "Oh my God…" I whispered as he snuck underneath the fabric of my underwear and pinched my swollen clit between his fingers.
My legs only gripped around his waist tighter and I squealed, putting a hand over my mouth as I furrowed my eyebrows and shut my eyes.
"Mmm…" he moaned sensually, closing his eyes. I nearly fainted. "That's one of the most beautiful sounds I've heard in awhile. But, it's not loud enough." He slowly eased two of his fingers into my heat and I mewed, rolling my eyes back in ecstasy.
He smirked, beginning to pump in and out agonizingly slow. "Louder, Sakura," he said menacingly.
I shook my head, afraid I would wake the baby, and he answered with deeper strides practically sending me over the edge.
"Louder," he whispered. I moaned in response as he curved his fingers, hitting all sorts of spots and I swear I started drooling. "Louder."
I couldn't help screaming his name that time, his thumb starting to flick at my clit. I prayed to Kami I hadn't awaken the baby, silently cursing—and praising—the onyx-haired idiot.
He laughed. "Look at that. I've got you saying my name, and we haven't even gotten to the main event yet." He licked his lips, giving me a sexy look. "You think you'll be able to handle me?" I bit my lip, moaning as his fingers started going to work again.
This was like a dream come true!
Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate and he cursed, emotionless façade back in play as he exited my womanhood and set me back onto the ground. I groaned unhappily as he answered the phone. I knew it was important since he had a concert tonight, so there was no stopping him. I sighed when he hung up and kissed me on the nose.
"We'll have to finish this later, gorgeous," he said firmly, smirking at me.
"Are you serious?" I pouted and he kissed my jaw comfortingly.
"Don't be that way. Besides, the next time this happens, Ayako will be gone and you can scream all you want." I shivered, blushing at the thought and he kissed me again, this time on the lips allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck.
"What time do you want me to be at the concert?" I asked.
"It starts at eight, but get there whenever. Ayako's nanny will be here to pick her up around seven." He eyed me sternly. "Take the Mercedes, and not any other car, am I clear, Miss Have You Seen The Back Yet?"
"I was joking!" I huffed and then stomped my foot. "I want to take the Escalade!"
He shook his head. "No, ma'am. Now go be a good maid and watch the baby." He pecked me once more on the nose before walking away.
I put my hands on my hips. "Fuck you!" I cursed.
"All in good time, Sakura," he replied with a wink and I blushed, realizing the error in what I had said and then smiled.
I just screwed around with one of the hottest guys in the world.
Sakura, one, Karin, ZIP BABY!
--
By the time I made it backstage to Sasuke's concert (people start to realize Sasuke's secretary quick when she has pink hair), it was nearly nine o'clock, which was the ten minute intermission between his first and second performance. He noticed me immediately and walked over to me, a smirk on his face, and a small sheen of sweat across his brow.
I smiled. "Hello, Mr. Pop Star, seems like your performance is going without a hitch," I complimented, referring to the screaming fans you could hear all the way in the deep recesses of backstage. "Sorry, I'm late. The nanny wanted to stay for tea." I raised an eyebrow, thinking about how odd it was she just invited herself in for a long conversation over tea.
He only gave me that look of amusement he always has, the one that makes me feel like I could pass out at any given time. "Hn. I'm just happy you're here."
I feigned a look of pure admiration and swooned jokingly. "Aww, so there is a heart under that thick, bastard-like skin—a pleasant surprise."
He rolled his eyes. "Hn." And slowly leaned forward, kissing me deeply, giving me that lust filled gaze again.
I shook my head, leering at him. "Not here, Sasuke."
"Hn, you're right," he mumbled, grabbing my wrist and leading me to a closet door more towards the back. "Here." He opened the door and shut it behind us, leaning forward and nipping at my lip, causing me to giggle.
It was dark in the closet, so I couldn't see a thing. I felt myself getting pushed against a wall and Sasuke's lips coming down on mine again, licking my lips and asking for entrance. I opened my mouth with a moan as hesearched my mouth, his strong arms wrapping around my shoulders and pulling my winter coat off, leaving me in the dress I wore.
You know…easy access, heheheheh…
I felt him smirk against my lips as I lifted up his shirt, my small hands settling against his rippled abs and roaming upwards to his chest. He was so warm, and ugh, completely drool worthy.
We paused for breath and he sent his hands through my hair, slowly taking out the ponytail holder and letting my long, rose-colored locks cascade down my back.
I moaned when he sent his thumb over my lips and then proceeded to knock me off my feet with another open-mouth kiss, beginning to unzip my dress. I tugged at his pants, not usually the patient type and he chuckled into my mouth, breaking from my lips and rubbing his hands across my bare back.
"Anxious, aren't we?"
"Very," I groaned, purring as he slid down my dress, and began feeling me all over with big, warm hands.
He licked my neck and I dug my hands into his hair. "Well, as much as I would like to hurry this up since I only have about five more minutes, I still want to treasure every inch of your beautiful body, Sakura Haruno."He leaned down, kissing at the swell of my breasts.
I arched my back, closing my eyes. "Five…minutes…?" I questioned, my breathing becoming ragged at how hot he was making me right now. He licked a trail down to my naval, making a shiver run up my spine and then reached up, unclipping my bra. "Wait, I—"
"Sasuke!" called a familiar voice from outside of the closet. My eyes immediately popped open and I jumped in surprise. "Sasuke! You're on in five; where the hell are you?!"
I heard Sasuke scoff and then click his tongue. "Dammit , they're sending Ino to find me…" he grumbled, mostly to himself. "She's really good at—" The clicking of heels stopped right in front of the closet and we instantly went silent, my eyes practically bugging out of my head.
"Sasuke, are you in there?! I can smell your cologne, you know?!"
I muffled a gasp, hastily trying to clip my bra on as Sasuke helped me pull my dress back up and zip the back. We tried to fix ourselves as she began knocking harshly at the door.
"Who else is in there…Sakura?!" Oh my God, was she a blood hound in her past life?! "What are you two doing in there?!"
I heard the creak of the door opening and shielded my eyes as light filtered in.
A look of surprise crossed her features and then a smirk. "As I expected," she said, placing her hands on her hips. I blushed; how the hell did I get caught doing something like this? We were just lucky there was harsh security so the paparazzi couldn't get back here.
That could've been disastrous.
Sasuke grabbed my hand and led me out of the closet coolly. I furrowed my eyebrows, finding it hard to look Ino in the eyes. I felt like a kid getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
She gave Sasuke a knowing look and then a mock-apologetic face. "Sorry to ruin your fun, but Sasuke, you need to go." He paused, gripping my hand a little tighter and I looked up to see him giving Ino—almost—the I-don't-wanna face. It was slightly amusing.
Ino frowned. "Shoo!" She smacked Sasuke on the arm with a giggle. "Go!" And he did as he was told, albeit, disgruntled.
I looked down dejectedly when he left and held my hands in front of me, only to have Ino cross her arms and stare at me with a smirk. Ah—I was so embarrassed!
"Are you going to start crying—should I fetch the tissues?" she asked sarcastically. She lifted my chin. "Cheer up, no one's mad at you. I've been in worse scandals," she laughed her pretty laugh and I couldn't help but smile.
She rubbed my arms relaxingly and then her face contorted into one of worry again. "But are you sure…I mean,that you want to be with Sasuke like this?"
I nodded. "I am," I tried to say resolutely.
Ino looked down and bit her lip, almost as if she were guilty. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news all the time, but…I listened in on a meeting Sasuke had with his agent, and they talked about Karin. Sasuke's agent wants him to spend more time with Karin. And that could lead to…" she trailed off and I nodded knowingly.
"I know," I whispered gravely, my lips thinning into a line. "But I know what I want, also…and I'm sure I still want to go after Sasuke."
But I wasn't.
I wasn't sure what I was getting into, and Ino seemed so worried it scared me a little.
I sighed as Ino gave me a smile before leading me to the curtain where there was a perfect view of Sasuke performing and my heart skipped a beat as I watched him.
My goodness, Sakura.
You should honestly keep your hand out of the cookie jar.
A/N: So, I'm a little late…but at least I got it to you! I stayed up late Sunday night trying to write it…eh…what do you think? I hope Sasuke and Itachi don't seem too OOC to anyone…I'll try and work on it :) Do you think the little smut that I did write in here was worth me raising the rating?
REVIEW, PLZ! I hope you liked it Lily Vampire, dearest!
Luving me's like…
-chewingonpearls
