Morning brunch was always a drag. The room was too bright, giving your hangover even more problems and parents were showing off their offspring to their colleagues and boasting about the ivy-league colleges they were attending. Sakura tucked her nicely pressed wavy hair behind her ear. She was nervous and constantly diving in her bag for something. For one: Itachi was there. Shikamaru and Sasuke would probably fight over her and she really wanted to pick up her video camera and film the campus trees. To soothe her worries she brought Youki for support, though Youki was making her jealous. All the parents and younger girls were swooning over the gorgeous strawberry blonde and their age group of girls was gossiping about her. Youki's hair was the same as always and she wore a vintage spaghetti strapped, thigh length, violet dress. She was in purple ballet flats and had brought a simple black purse. Her blood-red lips had clear lip-gloss on since she had natural color and she didn't need make up. Youki was beautiful without even trying, which Sakura hated.

"Sakura, you look very nice," Temari said sipping organge juice out of a champagne glass. Sakura gave her prissy smile and looked over her, scanning the room for Sasuke or Shikamaru.

"Look," squealed Youki. She pointed towards the entrance. Sasuke and Shikamaru had just arrived and were being scolded by their parents for being so late. Sakura wished that both didn't look so damn hot in their cream suits. Sasuke walked over first with two martinis in hand. He gave a short head bow and smirked.

"You all look lovely, but I must say Youki is the best one." He smiled at her and she smiled back. Temari scoffed. The only reason why guys probably Youki was because she had big tits for a size 2 thin body and everything meshed together. Sakura cleared her throat. She was wearing a short, long-sleeved, white peasant dress. But, then again if Youki were wearing it she might have made it look even better.

Sasuke handed Youki the martini. She giddily sipped it and ran her fingers through her hair.

"So, Youki you wanna sit with me and my family?" He pointed to a table over on the right. Sakura could see Itachi already sitting. Youki nodded and slipped her hand into Sakura's.

"But, Sakura has to come." Sakura turned to her, but couldn't say no to those innocent light emerald eyes.

"Fine," she muttered.


The three left Temari without a word. After all no one likes a plotting, nightmare bitch. Shikamaru was walking past looking more pissed off then ever. Temari licked her red glossed lips and yanked him by the arm.

"Hey Shika," she said in his ear. He tugged his arms away from her grasp and dusted his sleeve off.

"Hey," he grumbled. Her face twisted into sorrow.

"Why don't we go for a walk," she suggested thoughtfully.

"I was planning on doing that with Sakura," he replied coolly. Her face went into dismay and then she looked over at the Uchiha table.

"Well it doesn't seem Sakura can do that right now. She's with that Youki girl and Sasuke."

Shikamaru looked over at the table. Sasuke and Youki were sitting next to each other and he could see them groping each other's knees secretly. Sakura seemed to be enjoying herself despite Itachi's presence. He shrugged and moved over to his table; sitting grumpily as his father boasted about a new share he just bought.

Temari stomped her foot in frustration. She wanted Shikamaru back and that was it. If that meant stepping all over Sakura's black painted toes, she would do it.


The servers placed down plates with sweet potatoe wedges and boiled eggs and more champagne. Sakura dug into the potatoes, while Youki ate a couple and washed it down it with champagne.

"So Youki," began Mr. Uchiha. "I hear your parents live in Washki?"

She nodded flashing her white toothy smile. "Yes, it's one of the most prestigious and well-known neighborhoods, besides Konoha of course."

God, could Youki act. She only talked proper around adults.

He nodded and was entranced by her beauty. Like every other guy in the dining hall.

"Your dad manages the Ishikini Oil and Shipping companies right?"

She nodded again, holding her glass' stem firmly. She hated discussing this stuff. It made her want to do naughty things. Sasuke sensed her tension and quickly changed the subject.

"Well Youki is more of a poet," he chirped in.

Youki smiled thankfully and began talking about her poetic life. Itachi surveyed Youki. She was way hotter than Sakura and looked pretty easy. She seemed very familiar. Speaking of Sakura, he hadn't even acknowledged her existence since there was a much hotter girl at the table anyway. Tenten walked by their table, her straight brown hair bouncing against her shoulders.

"Uh, excuse me," Itachi said abruptly. He tossed his white silk napkin on the table and quickly got up. Sasuke leaned over to Youki.

"You want to bail," he whispered.

"I hear the bar is deserted," she whispered back. She smirked at him and gave his knee a nice, horny squeeze. If he could, he would've let out a heavy breath before roughly kissing her and tackling her down on the table. Sasuke pushed back in his chair and cleared his throat.

"I'm going to show Youki around. She was interested in the art in the lobby." Sakura rolled her eyes and stabbed her fork into an egg. Sasuke used to make up excuses like that, so they could fool around in his suite. She knew better.

Youki nodded in agreement. "Yea, I'm thinking of making a new art piece and a poem to go with it. I can use some more inspiration."

Mr. Uchiha nodded.

"Ah, poetry. I used to write myself," added Mrs. Uchiha in pure bliss.

Sasuke and Youki quickly got up and rushed out the room. Sakura smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha before excusing herself to go as well. She tapped Shikamaru on the shoulder.

"Know where I can get some poetry," she whispered in his ear.