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Thomas the Miller: Hola to you all! So, I got writers block for a couple of weeks and didn't update this story. But I will! And I am. I figure, it's a rainy Sunday afternoon and I'm stuffed on Macaroni and Cheese so…What better time?

Ch. 4

Waltzing was not Sakura's idea of fun anymore. She was dancing with Leuco, so she was forced to focus on the 123 123 beat of the music and put on her most flirtatious attitude. He was…well…very charming, she had to admit that. He had a blonde bowl cut, sparkling green eyes and was a good dancer. It made up for lots of her horrid stumbling.

"So, it would seem you haven't been getting in enough dancing practice lately," he said grinning.

"Uh…no, I haven't," Sakura said with an apologetic smile.

"Plus, this freaking corset is killing me. But of course I have to wear it."

"But of course…" he replied.

"Umm…Leuco? May I be excused for a moment?" He nodded cheerfully letting her go.

Meanwhile… "Itachi!! Get your lazy ass down here dressed and ready! NOWWWWW!!" The cook lady was furious now. Itachi really didn't want to get up and he certainly didn't want to go to any ball but yet again, the cooks yelling really was pissing him off. "The ball started a hell of a long time ago young man!"

"Coming," he groaned. Rummaging through his closet he yanked out a polo top and a pair of kaki pants. He glared at the outfit with a look of pure disgust. He looked back into the closet hoping to find something better but found no luck. That was the nicest he had. As well as the most hideous.

After putting it on, he made a sour face and ran downstairs.

"Finally," the cook breathed. "Let's hope you've come to your senses."

Sakura sat in a hidden corner behind a large plant. She had taken a massive number of 24 cups of ice cold cherry soda punch from the refreshment table and ran back there to hide. She had already drunk the first twelve; therefore she was freezing and had to pee really badly. Not to mention the corset was still killing her and she really did feel like fainting. This was a living nightmare. She was hiding from everyone behind a plant. BANG! Sakura, along with every other person in the ballroom heard the double doors come crashing open. There were gasps from everyone, for, unlike Sakura, who recognized the latecomer as Itachi Uchiha, they believed him to be the prince of their kingdom.

Itachi's father came rushing up.

"Do you have any clue how late you are?" he asked appalled. "At least an hour and a half! There are suitors to dance with and acquaintances to make and you almost forget it all! What is wrong with you lately?"

"Quite a bit, it would seem," Itachi thought with a smirk.

Sakura was still trembling behind the plant and she was now done with the 24th cup. Thank God no one had spotted her. Things were now getting worse since clearly, Itachi was supposed to be the prince. Man, she really had to pee! She gathered all her courage and decided she'd get up and go to the bathroom. Or, Nah. She wanted to go add more to her punch stash! So, it was back to the refreshment table. God, Sakura was going mad.

Itachi stood at the refreshment table drinking cup after cup of punch when the pink haired girl, Sakura, walked up. The lady serving it stared at her. Itachi just continued to drink it like nothing had happened.

"You are kidding! You want more punch! Haven't you already gotten, like, 24 cups or something?" At this, Itachi turned around.

"You've had 24 cups of punch?" he asked. She nodded sheepishly.

"I'm sort of supposed to be dancing with the guy my well, I suppose now they're my parents want me to marry but I got all freaked out because I sort of…DON'T KNOW HIM and then I went and drank too much punch and…eh…hid behind a plant."

"That is quite a plight you're in," the refreshment lady commented. "But you know, maybe this handsome gentleman would dance with you for a little while." She motioned toward Itachi. Sakura's face turned somewhat red and she did not know why. How could she even want to dance with him? But, for some freak reason, she agreed. Strangely enough, he did too, because he took her waist and they were off. Fortunately for her the song wasn't a waltz anymore. In fact, she didn't even know what it was. But she was dancing better now. It was almost like floating.

Her strange thoughts were interrupted though, when his voice chimed in.

"So…do you have any idea how exactly we got here?" Sakura shook her head. It was a sad no.

"I…I've no clue. I was hoping that you would know something."

"I just know that I am living in a hellhole right now," he responded.

"Same here," she said. "Sucks for the both of us…huh?"

Inner Sakura: What is this?! Am I actually having a civilized, human discussion with Sasuke's brother?

"Well…" Sakura began… "How bad is it here for you?" Since they were here and stuck together for the moment she was going to try out some of her flirting skills. Maybe this time they wouldn't land her behind a plant consuming too much punch. Oh…wait. Shit. The punch. It had taken its toll on her. She had almost forgotten. Right as he was about to respond she suddenly piped up. "I have to use the bathroom really badly! I'll be back in a moment!" He politely let her go and watched as she ran off.

"Too much punch," though Itachi.

Sakura continued running across the ballroom floor toward the bathroom when suddenly she realized she was having trouble catching her breath. Before she knew it she was on her knees wheezing.

"Dammit," she hissed. "Fucking corset." Then she fell over and lost consciousness. She never made it to the bathroom.

Yep, so that's that and poor Sakura fainted just like she said she would. And she never got to use the bathroom! And now…review or else I'll send Orochimaru to your house! Or, if I can't I'll have Queen of the Bobs send Orochimaru to your house instead!