A/N: So the fourth chapter is up. I hope you're still reading this. I can understand if you've already lost interest in this story, because I sometimes suck, really.

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Also, I know that this is long overdue, but I'd like to mention those who reviewed the past chapters and distribute their share of cookies from my own personal cookie jar! :D Thanks to: mistressinwaiting (I'll try to update faster..), Rose Tiger (Thanks for urging me to write more..), Tiger Liliyette (I'm glad that you like my story :D), lovetowritehannah (Yes, I've been writing AU since forever, that's why they're not ninjas here), A.J, and to ArcaneHiddenMagic.

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Disclaimer: Seriously? If I owned this series, do you think I'd still have time to write fanfiction when I can just draw the manga? ;D


Tsumetai Yoru

Chapter 004: The Announcement / The First Encounter

RING! The loud ringing of the phone echoed across the large room, effectively waking the figure that lay sprawled on the bed. Sakura blindly searched for her purse on the night stand and, when she found it, dug for the offending device. She glanced at the caller ID but let the call go to voicemail when she deemed it unimportant. She stretched her arms and legs and sighed happily when she heard her sore muscles clicking to place. They felt like they weighed a ton. The pink-haired doctor proceeded to snuggle further into the dark blue covers - wait, her covers were not blue! They were pink...pink...PINK! That realization caused her to sit up abruptly only to collapse back on the bed as a wave of dizziness hit her. She stroked the soft material of the blankets. She remembered now. She had stayed the night at Sasuke's home after a crappy day at the hospital.

Thankfully, before she drowned in self pity once again, the door opened and her fiancé walked in. Her eyes widened when she took in his appearance, this being the first time she saw him out of his business clothes. The man actually looked normal in a plain black shirt and dark brown cargo pants, but his hair still defied gravity and stuck up. She also noticed that there was a strange tattoo on the left side of his neck, the ink contrasting his pale skin beautifully.

"Like what you see?"

That smooth baritone of his made her spine tingle.

He was casually leaning on the doorframe with an arrogant smirk on his face, not at all minding that Sakura was openly staring at him. He was probably used to people doing that.

Sakura huffed, a blush dusting her cheeks at being caught. "You wish."

"Hn." He walked towards the bed. "You must get ready," he told her.

She raised her eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Mother wants to meet you over breakfast and she sent me to get you."

"Oh..." She nodded her head. Uchiha Mikoto, the Uchiha matriarch, wanted to meet her. Uchiha Mikoto, the head designer of the fashion line that Ino and Hinata worked for. Sakura was just going to meet her...over breakfast...after spending the night in their mansion..probably to discuss her engagement...with her son. How cool is that She couldn't help but feel the excitement building in her. "Alright. I'll just wash up."

She carefully stood up from the bed, almost swaying if not for the steadying hand that Sasyje had around her waist. She blushed at their close proximity as the Uchiha led her to the bathroom, opening the foor for her.

"The medicine cabinet is over there." He pointed to the right corner near the sink. "I restocked it with aspirin last night."

"Okay, thanks." She smiled at him and closed the door to do her business.

When she was done, she found that Sasuke had left. She found a set of clothes and a note on the bed. Sakura picked up the piece of paper beside the white turtleneck and jeans. There, in Sasuke's neat handwriting: 'These are the directions around the house. Come down to the breakfast hall now.'

Sakura grinned. So her fiancé was obsessive compulsive. That's something they could agree on. She changed out of the fluffy bathrobe and into the clothes prepared on the bed, and grabbed the note before walking out the guestroom.

Finding the breakfast hall proved to be more of a challenge than she expected. The hallways in the Uchiha mansion were endless and confusing that Sakura had to trace her steps back a couple of times. When, finally, she stepped into the large room, her feet were sore and she was almost out of breath.

"Took you long enough," her fiancé teased, smirking as he rose from his seat.

Truthfully, she was nervous to meet his parents, all the excitement earlier from the thought of meeting Mikoto suddenly vanished. Uchiha Fugaku wa a ruthless man, always pushing everyone to their limits. He was the driving force of the company. He always looked so strict in the photos...never smiling, just plain stoic. At first glance, one could automatically say that he's a powerful man...a person never to be messed with. And that's mostly what makes the Uchiha successful in anything.

Then there's Uchiha Mikoto, the most well-dressed woman the fashion industry had ever laid eyes on. She came from another prestigious family and was a distant cousin of Fugaku. She started modelling at the age of ten and was able to establish her own name in the industry. And when she married Fugaku at the age of twenty-five, she started her own fashion line, the Amaterasu. Although her social life was practically laid out for the eyes of many, very little is known about her family life. Nobody knew what kind of wife and mother she was and when somebody asked something about her family, she's immediately clam up and discreetly change the topic.

She let Sasuke lead her to her seat, the warmth of the arm around her waist comforting her as she leaned closer to him. Her seat was across Mikoto's and beside Sasuke's. On Sasuke's left, Fugaku sat stiffly with his mouth pressed to a thin line. Sasuke introduced her to his parents.

"Hn." Everyone looked at the head of the family and waited for his reaction with bated breath. "Let's eat."


"You're a doctor." It was a statement, not a question.

Sakura looked up from her plate when Fugaku suddenly addressed her. She felt Sasuke freeze up as well beside her. "Yes, Fugaku-san. I went on an apprenticeship under Tsunade-shishou after I graduated high school," she said proudly. Her confidence was slowly coming back since they were talking about something she's familiar with.

Sasuke relaxed and resumed eating his meal. There were very few people outside the family who can speak to his father without stuttering or cowering in fear. Among them was the world-renowned physician Senjuu Tsunade. They were colleagues along with Jiraiya, owner of the Leaf Club, and Orochimaru. Sasuke shivered mentally at the thought of that man. Orochimaru and his right hand man Yakushi Kabuto were creepy people. The Uchiha patriarch had cut off their ties because Orochimaru reportedly conducted illegal experiments and that he had several transactions going on in the black market. Seriously, that man was gay. Sasuke inwardly cringed when he remembered the way that snake looked at him. And he was licking his lips in a disturbing manner.

Anyway, back to the point, those three were among the handful of people who can carry out a deent conversation with Uchiha Fugaku. Then, he looked at his finacee talk to his father without any sign of discomfort, not on her face at least. They were discussing both families' businesses and Sakura talked animatedly while the older man sat back, looking amused, and listened to her. The Uchiha heir sighed in relief - Woah! He wasn't nervous that his father won't like his choice, right? Tch, that's impossible.

"Ne, Sasu-chan," Mikoto ignored her son's twitching eyebrows. "Do you think she can survive otou-chan's interrogation?" she asked, glancing at the pink-haired lady who was now talking about buying shares from a fast-food company. She, then, turned to her son.

"Hn," he responded, hoping the rosette didn't hear the nickname his mother used for him. "She seems to be doing well, and father's not even going easy on her."

The former model smiled at her son. "I suppose you're right."


Sakura wound her hands together - a sign that she was nervous - as she trudged on the beautiful rose garden of the Uchiha manor. Sure, talking to Uchiha Fugaku was nerve-wracking and she almost wasn't able to taste her food because of the barrage of questions thrown at her. But this was different. Sakura could feel her palms sweat as the older woman scrutinized her carefully, her obsidian eyes searching her face for any sign of anything.

"You're 24 years old, am I right?" Uchiha Mikoto asked as she turned to inspect a rose bush.

"Yes, Mikoto-san," the pink-haired woman replied to her fiancé's mother.

She eyed the Uchiha matriarch in pure awe. The woman must be in her 50s but she remained as graceful and as elegant as she was in her 20s. Those candle-like fingers delicately caressed the plant. Ebony hair flowed to the middle of her back as she stooped low to get a better view of the rose bush. She totally looked like a goddess checking her plants on Earth.

The ex-model nodded and straightened up. She faced the nervous Sakura and smiled softly at her. "Tsunade is a very close friend of mine...almost like a sister to me. And she always talks about you whenever she visits." Mikoto sat on a stone bench by the fountain and patted the spot next to her, indicating that Sakura should sit next to her, which the younger woman complied to. "To be honest, I was surprised to know that she had another apprentice after Shizune, since she's very picky when it comes to students. Almost ten years ago, she picked only Shizune out of all 500 applicants to be her apprentice."

Sakura's eyes widened at that. She didn't know that her teacher had that many wannabe applicants. She also didn't know that she conducted examinations for apprenticeship since she herself didn't take one. She just remembered being approached by the busty blonde woman after graduation and being asked if she wanted to be her apprentice. Back then, Sakura immediately recognized the famous doctor and immediately said yes. And, before she knew it, she was already working with her teacher and not for her.

"Having a medical license at the age of 20 is amazing," Mikoto continued. "It's a feat that not even Shizune achieved."

Sakura nodded. "She got hers when she was the same age as I am now."

"Right," the Lady Uchiha smiled at her. "When you got your license, Tsunade called me immediately to share the news. She was very proud and happy. And she also told me about the scholarships you give to those who can't afford education." The smile widened. "I can say that I'll be proud to call you my daughter-in-law."

And Sakura wondered why she ever felt nervous in the first place.


"So you're the one Ino kept talking about!" the dark-haired woman suddenly exclaimed, pure delight written all over her face. "I always wondered who 'Forehead Girl' was."

Sakura colored in embarrassment. Darn that Ino-pig! "So, Ino-pig always talks about me."

"Ye, but I don't get why she calls you 'Forehead Girl' really."

"It's a long story." She was about to leave it at that but when she saw that the older woman looked interested, she inwardly sighed. "We first met when we were in kindergarten. I often got bullied because of my pink hair and wide forehead, but when it got worse and people started tp bully me, Ino stood up for me even though it was her friends who were bullying me. She told them to back off and since everyone was afraid of her, they immediately left me alone. We were practically inseparable after that. And we started having sleepovers where I first saw her devour a whole tub of ice cream, and that's why I call her 'Ino-pig'." Sakura finished her story and smiled at the memory of her childhood with Ino.

"Oh my... I can't imagine Ino-chan eating like that!" Mikoto mused, finding it strange that her almost-anorexic employee used to devour a whole tub of ice cream. She softly laughed at the image of a chibi Ino eating ice cream that popped into her mind. She, then, sobered up. "I am so happy to have another female joining in the family. Living with three men can make a house so quiet."

Sakura perked up. "Three?" she echoed, looking utterly confused.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun didn't tell you?" Mikoto asked and Sakura shook her head. "Well, I have another son...Sasuke's older brother, Itachi."

The younger woman leaned in closer, careful to absorb all the details she needed to know of the family she'd soon be part of. "Why haven't I been able to meet him today?" she asked carefully, not knowing if this was a sensitive subject or not.

The Uchiha matriarch looked down sadly. "There are...circumstances that made him move away from us. I haven't seen him since the day he left five years ago. I don't know the exact details but Itachi-kun and Sasuke-kun had a huge argument before that. Sasuke-kun only aid it was because of business matters." She closed her eyes tightly to prevent the onslaught of tears. "But, as their mother, I know it was more than business. Sasuke-kun looked up to Itachi-kun and he was his role model, so such a trivial thing couldn't possibly tear them apart just like that."

"Sasuke must really miss him," Sakura commented.

"Oh, I know he does." Mikoto opened her eyes and all traces of sadness was gone. "Enough of this depressing story. I think we need to go shopping."

"Shopping? If you don't mind me asking, what are we shopping for?" Sakura asked.

'I AM SHOPPING WITH THE UCHIHA MIKOTO! SHANNARO!' Inner Sakura raged.

"We need gowns-" Then realization dawned on her, making her cut her own sentence. She nodded slowly and led Sakura back to the house. "The announcement of your engagement with Sasuke-kun will be announced tonight at one of our hotels."

The rosette's eyes widened as she tried to compose herself. This was happening all too fast! "Wha- Oh." Well, guess she'll have no choice but to deal with it. The public would know sooner or later anyway.

"So..." Uchiha Mikoto beamed at her soon-to-be daughter-in-law and clasped her hands together. "As I was saying, let's go shopping for gowns!"

"Um... Mikoto-sa-" Sakura stopped mid-sentence as the older woman sent her a glare that would've easily made Uchiha Fugaku scared. "I-I mean, Mum?"

"Yes, Sakura darling?" The smile was back. (A/N: god, I swear this woman's crazy!)

Inner Sakura sweatdropped. "Don't you have your own boutique?"

The ebony-haired woman gasped in mock surprise. "Oh, how can I forget that?" She walked to the phone, dialled a number and quietly talked to whoever it was on the other line.

With Mikoto busy on the phone, Sakura as left to marvel on the huge portraits that decorated the entirety of the main hall's large halls. She scanned the profiles of each of the persons that were on each of the gold-frmaed portraits. Ebony hair. Onyx eyes. Sharp, aristocratic noses. Thin lips. All of which were patrician features that practically screamed Uchiha.

She stopped by a portrait where she saw two familiar faces. Uchiha Fugaku wore a dark blue yukata with a lack collar. The white snowflakes design contrasted on the dark color of the material. The Uchiha patriarch had and arm around Mikoto's waist protectively while his eyes looked straight ahead, his expression dead serious. Mikoto, however, was the exact opposite of her husband. Se wore a light yellow kimono with a red obi. Her long hair was pinned up by two beautifully decorated metal chopsticks. She had a soft smile on her face and her right hand held an uchiwa fan while her left hand rested on the arm around her waist. Sakura noted that they both looked younger in this portrait.

Next to the portrait of Sasuke's parents was that of a man who looked exactly like Sasuke. Sakura had to look closer to see that it was not her fiancé. The lines on the cheeks and the longer hair made the difference. This man must be the older son Mikoto had mentioned to her earlier, Sakura concluded. The man's eyes looked like they were observing her. Eager to move on from Itachi's cold and calculating gaze, she swept her eyes to the next portrait...only to find it blank.

"The portrait of you and Sasuke will be put up there after your wedding," Mikoto informed, reappearing beside her and almost making Sakura jump in shock. She turned to Sakura and held up one of her design sketches with a smile. "So, is this okay?"

The rosette's eyes widened. "H-Hai. It's beautiful, Kaa-san." A smile broke on her face. "Thank you."

"I'm glad you like it. Now, come on." The Uchiha matriarch grabbed her hand and literally dragged her to the awaiting limo. "There are still a lot of things we need to buy."


Uchiha Sasuke looked through the big window and sipped on his rum. He noted with light amusement that his fiancée struggled with the shopping bags in her arms. He shook his head. His mother probably got carried away again and the last time that happened, Sasuke remembered, she had spent almost $100,000 on curtains. I mean, who spends that much on freaking curtains? Well, his mother apparently.

"It seems like your mother is having fun, Sasuke," Fugaku said from his seat, flipping to the next page of the newspaper he was reading.

The door opened and the two women walked in followed by at least four maids who were handed the many shopping bags. The older woman went straight to the master's bedroom to change clothes, her long hair swaying with her movements as she went her way. Fugaku excused himself, saying that he had things to take care of –ahem, the media- for tonight's event. That left Sakura and Sasuke alone in the living room.

Sakura sighed and plopped on the nearest comfy couch. She was exhausted. "Sasuke, your mom is a shopping monster! Although it's hard to associate her with a monster, but you get my point, right?"

"I know the feeling," the Uchiha mumbled, taking a seat next to his fiancée.

"We were just supposed to shop for some accessories needed for tonight, but then she suddenly lectured me about marriage and stuff and she dragged me to the bridal section-" she was cut off by a yawn escaping her mouth. "Then she made me try on so many gowns with so many laces that itch. We finally left the shop when I managed to convince her that she should design my wedding gown."

He let her lean on him since he knew that shopping with his mother could really drain someone. Heck, even Naruto refused to assist the older woman when she once asked him to accompany her to shop for some special groceries. He looked at Sakura and saw that she was already half-asleep but was still mumbling about what happened during her nightmarish shopping trip with Mikoto.

"Then after she saw a pregnant woman pass by, she suddenly dragged me to a maternity store. She told me what I should buy there when I get pregnant... I swear I was about to die in embarrassment..." Then she trailed off and he knew that she was out.

Sasuke adjusted his hold on his fiancée so he was lying down and her head rested on his chest. He looked at the sleeping Sakura and mulled over the things she had just said. It's true that Mikoto was very excited for his marriage to Sakura but her envisioning the young woman with child –his child- was thinking too far ahead. He didn't even know if he was ready to have a wife yet, let alone have his own family. But as he drifted off to sleep, he somehow couldn't erase the image that popped into his mind.

The image of a young boy with black hair and emerald eyes...


What made him agree to this again? Sasuke thought back to the events earlier that day. Oh, yeah.

Flashback:

Poke.

Something was poking him.

"Ne, Sasuke, wake up." So it was Sakura who was poking him.

"I don't want to," he replied as he still refused to open his eyes.

He felt her wriggle in his arms, trying to break free of his tight hold. "But it's almost lunch time!" she whined when her attempts failed.

Sasuke cracked one eye open and looked at her lazily. "Sakura, just sleep. We'll eat a late lunch later," he replied evenly before closing his eye once again and resumed his sleep.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

"Sakura, stop that," he growled, grabbing her hand that was about to poke him.

There was a huff of annoyance before her voice was heard. "But you won't wake up."

"Okay, okay. I'm up." The Uchiha slowly got up to a sitting position, making the girl partially sit in his lap. "Happy?"

"Much."

"Now, what did you want?" Sasuke demanded, letting Sakura detach her arms from his neck and swung his legs so his feet could rest on the floor.

The pink-haired doctor rolled her eyes. "Dad wanted us to have lunch with them."

"I'm not yet hungry." But he totally didn't want to come face to face with Haruno Kyoichi yet in fear that he'd do to him what Fugaku did to Sakura during breakfast earlier.

"Then you can just accompany me."

"No."

There was an evil smirk on her face. "I'll tell your mother how you acted when we first met, Sa-su-ke-kun," she teased mischievously.

Sasuke tensed. He couldn't say no to her when she has that blackmail material, damnit. "Annoying," he hissed.

End of Flashback:

And so, that brought him to his current distress. Haruno Kyoichi looked at him with calculating eyes, those same electric greens that Sakura possessed. It was as if he was waiting for him o slip up or something. Earlier, Sasuke realized in horror that he was to sit directly across the male Haruno while Sakura sat on his right and across her mother. They were just waiting for their ordered food.

Sasuke reached out for his glass of water and saw Sakura lightly conversing with her mother, Haruno Hikari. He realized where Sakura got her exotic features from. The two women had the same pink hair –well, Hikari's was a much darker shade. They both had the same button nose and pouty lips. Sakura's eyes, however, came from Kyoichi since Hikari had blue eyes.

The older man cleared his throat and the three immediately gave him their attention. He looked at his daughter. "Haruno Sakura." Then, he shifted his gaze to Sasuke. "Uchiha Sasuke."

Sasuke unconsciously drank the water faster.

"I'm putting my trust on the two of you that there will be no sex until after the wedding," the man declared.

The world stopped. Their eyes went wide. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved...well except for Sasuke who was choking on his refreshment. He thumped his chest a couple of times with the heel f his right hand in an attempt to ease his respiration.. And seconds later, Sakura finally jumped into action and soothingly rubbed circles on the broad back of her fiancé, whose violent coughing had earned them several stares from the other customers. Sasuke calmed down after a while.

"Are you feeling better now?" Sakura asked worriedly while still rubbing his muscular back.

"Yes, thank you." That earned him a smile from the pinkette.

"That's good, then," Kyoichi said. "So, as I was saying -"

"Daddy!" Sakura interjected, flushing a deep scarlet and embarrassed that her father wanted to five her and her fiancé 'the talk' when they're already supposedly responsible adults. "Please rest assued that we aren't doing anything inappropriate, daddy."

Kyoichi nodded slowly, believing his precious daughter's words. "That's better."

"Did you know that she's allergic to many things?"

Sasuke looked to his right and saw Hikari. They were on their way to the parking lots and Sakura and Kyoichi were walking ahead of them. He thought about the woman's words. He didn't know Sakura was allergic to anything.

He shook his head.

The woman then proceeded to recite the various things to which Sakura was allergic. It was an assortment of food, fabric, weather condition, scents, medicine and et cetera. "But please don't forget that her allergies to peanuts, penicillin, crabs and poultry are the worst of them all. She had been sent to the hospital because of them for many times," Hikari sadly said, her eyes downcast.

"I won't forget," he promised. "I'll always keep an eye on her."

"Thank you." Hikari smiled at him. "I hope you're not as careless as Sai." When she noticed his confused look, she clarified, "Sai is my daughter's ex-boyfriend. He was aware that she's allergic to nuts but he still fed her almond ice cream. It was too late when she realized that she already finished half the cup. And when she was rushed to the hospital, she was given penicillin by the doctors and Sail aimed that he knew nothing of her allergies."

"How..." Sasuke swallowed the lump in his throat. "How did she make it?"

The woman looked at her daughter who was laughing at what her father said. "She was already in life support in the Intensive Care Unit when Tsunade arrived. She immediately administered the medicine she developed specially for my daughter just as she was flat-lining. Sakura recovered after four days. And we were later told that Tsunade basically stormed in the hospital after we called her for help and ordered the staff around as if she owned...which she did, apparently."

Sasuke glared at nothing in particular and he felt his hands clenching involuntarily. "What happened to the bastard?"

Hikari frowned at the memory. "He didn't show his face after that. And to think that all that happened after Sakura forgave him after hearing him having sex with another woman in his house." She shook her head sadly.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "Tch."

A sigh came from the woman. "And that's pretty much what you need to know about my daughter. You have to learn by yourself everything else." The mood lightened up once again. "Just be careful of her mood swings. They're scary." She laughed.

At last, they reached their cars. Hikari patted him on the arm before sliding in the Haruno's luxurious vehicle. He looked over to his fiancée who was kissing her father goodbye. They had all agreed that Sasuke would take Sakura with him so they can prepare for tonight's event. They waved goodbye as the older couple drove away, then they went in the car too.

"Is everything okay, Sasuke?" Sakura asked, noticing the man's furrowed eyebrows and tight grip on the steering wheel.

Sasuke glared at the road. "Nothing."

And Sakura worriedly wondered what he and her mother talked about.


Ino quietly cursed when she didn't find the perfect eyeshadow. She grabbed her own purse from the crystal coffee table in the dressing room. The blonde growled when she didn't find it there wither. She was so frustrated that Sakura was sure her friend would soon tear her shiny blonde locks from her beautiful head.

Finally giving up, she shrieked, "Does anyone have -" She was cut off when a make up kit was suddenly shoved in her hands. Confused, Ino looked up from the kit to look straight into pale lavender eyes.

"I thought you'd need this, Ino-chan," Hinata softly said.

Ino sighed in relief and hugged Hinata. "Thanks, Hina. You're a lifesaver."

Then, Ino turned her attention back to Sakura who was seated in front of the huge mirror and went back to work. She was doing the pinkette's make up while Tenten was in charge of the hair. Sakura noticed that Hinata carried a rectangular package into the room and placed it on the countertop beside Sakura's stuff.

The four of them were best friends since high school (well, except for Ino and Sakura since we all know that they were the best of friends since forever.) when they went to Konoha Academy. All of them belonged to the high society because, obviously, you have to be filthy rich to be able to go to Konoha Academy. Now, we all know that the Haruno were rich because of the company founded by Kyoichi that supplied medical equipments to hospitals all over the country.

Ino was the heiress of the Yamanaka Fashion Industries (which was the sister company of Mikoto's fashion company), so no one really wondered why she dressed up so nicely.

Then there's Hyuuga Hinata who preferred to be a fashion designer than have a dangerous life serving heir own private investigation firm. Hinata was always the peaceful, quieter and calmer one in the group.

Finally, there's Mitarashi Tenten. Being the second child, she was not obliged to follow her parents' footsteps as much as her older sister, Mitarashi Anko, was. But she still helped Anko manage all their restaurants while working as a fitness trainer at the same time.

"Ne, Saki, where's that hot piece of meat that you call your fiancé?" Tenten piped up, making Sakura blush at her blunt statement. She was currently braiding a few strands of pink hair. "Hikari-san said he's with you."

"Oh, I stole her from him for a few hours," Ino answered for her friend, applying some mascara on Sakura before beaming proudly at her handiwork. "I told him he should be getting ready himself. And he'll be seeing her soon anyway. Sasuke so didn't want to leave her." She giggled at the pinkette's obvious discomfort. The poor girl was red as a tomato! "And don't you start complaining, Forehead-girl. The girls and I have a job to do, and that is to make you look beautiful so Sasuke's eyes would have to bulge out of their sockets and his jaw would be on the floor and his pants would be-"

Sakura cut her off. "Don't even go there, Pig!"

Ino burst out laughing and Tenten joined in, much to Sakura's annoyance. Why were they ganging up on her now? She glared at the evil blonde and her bun-haired associate who were doubling over in laughter. She, then, turned to the only person in the room she knew would save her from her misery.

The Hyuuga heiress just smiled at her softly and pushed off from the wall she was leaning against. She walked gracefully over to Sakura and laid a hand on her shoulder gently.

"Ino-chan... Tenten-chan, time is running out. We need to finish getting Saki ready, so we could fix ourselves too. Remember that Shikamaru-san and Neji-niisan will also be there so you need to look your best too." She paused and looked at the pinkette before turning her gaze to the two boisterous females. "And you need to stop teasing Sakura-chan IT makes her uncomfortable."

Oh, Sakura just loved this girl so much!

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Authoress's Notes:

So this is the edited version of Chapter 4. Sorry that it took too long to finish. I had other things to do and worry about (school and other stuff...). I am open to comments and suggestions so please feel free to tell me what you think so I can improve my story.

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