Sakura p.o.v

Fine. I'm taking a thorough, three-minute peek.

How can I help it when the man on the bed is an anatomical wonder? His features are perfectly symmetrical, which is something I've rarely seen, whether in patients or in cadavers. Smooth, sun-bronzed skin is draped over impeccable bone structure - high cheekbones, a forehead I feel like I can flatten my palm on, a prominent, narrow nose that's slightly bulbous at the tip.And that curly dark hair falling on his forehead.

Oh, what I'd give to study that face up close.

Suddenly, his eyes open and the breath I didn't even know I was holding leaves me in a soft gasp. He turns his head and his dark eyes meet mine. They narrow at first beneath creased, thick eyebrows. Thick, but not bushy. Then they light up as his thin lips form a smile , bringing out the lines at the sides of his mouth.

I stand a little straighter and swallow.

"Aren't you going to come in and give me a kiss beautiful ?" he asks in a husky voice that makes my heart stop.

I run my fingers nervously through my hair. "W-why would I do that, Mr..." I quickly glance at the name by the door. "Uchiha?"

"shisui" he corrects me. "Because you look like you want to."

In spite of the fact that it isn't true, I blush. "I was just..."

"Just kidding," he says. "Seriously, though, shouldn't you come in? You're a doctor, aren't you?"

"I am?"

"The white coat." He points at what I'm wearing. "The stethoscope around your slender neck. And that smart look in your eyes."

"You mean the lack of sleep in my eyes."

He chuckles. "Well, come in. You've been waiting for me to wake up so you can check my vitals, haven't you? Or have you just been standing there watching me sleep?"

Again, my cheeks feel warm.

He crooks a finger. "Come on, I won't bite. Not unless you want me to."

I ignore the prickling sensation in my cheeks, draw a deep breath and step forward.

"Uchiha san , please stop flirting," I tell him as I pull my stethoscope off my neck.

"Maybe not even then," he goes on as if he hasn't heard me. "I can't really do anything while I'm confined to this bed and hooked to all this stuff. I'm helpless."

"Somehow, I find that hard to believe."

I pull his blanket down and slip the bell of my stethoscope beneath the partition of his gown. It rests on a firm pectoral.

"You can take off my shirt if you want," He says

"This is fine." I place the eartips of my instrument in my ears. "Now, if you could be quiet for a few seconds, I really need to listen to your heart."

"Sure. In fact, you can listen to my heart all day."

I focus on the sound of his heartbeat. Steady. Good.

I take off my stethoscope.

"Well, what did it say?" the Hot man asked. .

"It says you're good to go for your surgery. An appendectomy, right?"

He laughs.

My eyebrows rise. "I'm sorry, Uchiha San Is there anything funny?"

"The fact that I've been healthy as a horse all my life, that I've been skydiving and bungee jumping and yet I've never had a broken bone, nothing more than a scratch here, a bruise there."

I look at the strip of paler "This seems like more than a scratch or a bruise."

He lifts his arm to look at it, too. "It's nothing. Just a cut I got when I was climbing this rock. Got five stitches."

I nod.

"Anyway, I've never had any serious injuries, then one day, while I'm simply lying in bed, watching a movie, my appendix acts up and here I am."

"Well, the human body is a mystery," I tell him.

"I know that." He lifts his hand to touch my cheek. "And I know that yours is..." his gaze travels over me, "one I'd like to investigate and unravel."

I take his hand off me and step back.

"Uchiha san- !"

"You're very pretty. Do you know that, Dr...?"

"Haruno," I supply. "And I'm not. That's just the morphine talking."

"You're not?" He looks puzzled. "What? Hasn't your boyfriend said otherwise? If not, you should dump him."

"I have," I answer. "But I still don't believe you."

"Because your nose is a little small? Or you have a kind of wide forehead I think they're both cute."

Instinctively, I purse my lips in irritation. "Because you're high on morphine."

"A doctor with low self-esteem? Isn't that dangerous

Shouldn't you have complete faith in yourself?"

"I have complete faith in my skills as a doctor," I affirm.

"And what about your other skills? Like your skills in bed? Shouldn't doctors have that - bedroom skills?"

"You mean bedside manner."

"Same thing."

"No." I shake my head. "And you, Uchiha san, should be resting, so I'll be leaving."

"Don't leave." He grabs my arm and looks into my eyes. "Don't leave just because I scare you."

I grin. "Uchiha san, you don't scare me. You're a patient."

He grins wider and added "A very handsome patient."

"Who's high on morphine and starting to get annoying," I said .

His grip on me tightens. "Marry me."

My eyes grow wide. "What?"

"Marry me, Dr. Haruno," he repeats.

My mouth gapes. I pull my arm away. "Uchiha san, may I remind you again that - "

"Why? You think I don't want to marry you? You're pretty. You're smart. But you don't like to brag about any of that, which means you're a good person."

I roll my eyes. Unfortunately, the sweetest praises in the world mean squat coming from someone on drugs who's going to forget all this later.

"You're also not very confident, and I'd like to know why. I'd like to make you less shy. I can teach you things you never learned in med school. Plus I feel like we get along. And did I say you're pretty?"

I sigh. "Bye, Uchiha san."

I turn and walk away.

"If you don't marry me, I'll die," he says.

I stop in my tracks and frown. Unbelievable.

I turn around. "Uchiha san, You'r having a simple surgery which will be over before you know it. I assure you, you won't die."

"I'll hold my breath," he threatens like a 5 year old.

"Uchiha San please. ..."

He purses his lips and holds his breath. I put my hands on my hips.

"This is stupid and you know it. And it won't work. It won't."

His cheeks turn darker. Shit.

I rush to his bedside and cup his face. "Uchiha San !"

His eyes meet mine but he doesn't open his mouth.

I glance at the ceiling. "This is so unfair."

Still, his face remains tense. His cheeks grow even redder.

"Fine!" I give in just for the sake of saving his life, which is what I've sworn to do. "I'll marry you."

To my relief, he opens his mouth and gasps for air. I release his face and wipe the sweat from my forehead.

"You'll marry me?" He asks.

I sigh. "That's what I said."

To hell with it. He won't remember this later anyway.

"You'll marry me?" he asks again.

"I said I would, didn't I?"

"Did someone say something about getting married?" a man asks from behind me.

I turn my head to find a balding man in a suit. I give him a puzzled look.

"I'm sorry. You are...?"

"I'm Kazuki shiro. I'm authorized to issue marriage Ilicenses to couples who want to get married here at the hospital and also to officiate ceremonies."

My eyebrows rise. There's someone like that at this hospital? I've never heard of it.

"Very funny, kazuzi San ." I glance at my patient . "What? Is this part of your prank, too?"

"Yes, we're getting married," He ignores me and tell the man. "Marry us. Please. I don't want to die alone."

My shoulders sink. "You're not going to die."

"Do you have an ID?" the Kazuki guy said .

I put a hand on my hip. "Really, this is very funny."

He nodded and mentioned to the drawer

The freak guy gets the Uchiha's wallet from the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out his driver's license before turning to me. "And you?"

"She's wearing it," the Uchiha says.

I raise my hands. "Okay. This isn't funny anymore."

Just then, someone else comes into the room. A nurse.

"Dr. Haruno, Dr. Senju is asking if you have those lab results."

My fingers snap. Right. Shit.

"I'm getting them."

"But sweetheart..." my patient protests.

I ignore him, but before I can get out of the room, my interns arrive.

I raise my chin. "Where have you been?"

"In the restroom," Hanabi answers just as konharoru said " cafeteria"

I cross my arms over my chest. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you've been causing me? And yes, I know interns are supposed to cause trouble, but hasn't it occurred to you that I've had enough? Or that you're supposed to be learning how to be fine doctors and you can't do that in the restroom or the cafeteria?"

They started mumbling excuses and apologies . My head starts to hurt and I rub my temples Interns.

"Hanabi.., konohamoru please "

But they just go on prattling like toddlers .

"Dr. Haruno," the guy who said that he can marry people interfere. .

"What?" I ask impatiently. I'd forgotten he was still here.

"I know you're busy..."

I give a sarcastic grin. "Oh, does it look like it?"

"But if you could just answer one question. Do you, haruno Sakura...?"

I don't hear the rest because the squabbling of my interns gets louder. My patience snaps.

" will you please stay quiet..." I snapped at my interns

" Hana I go, get the lab results for Dr Senju konharoru go see if director Naruto is free to see me now "

Both runs off immediately and just as I'm about to recover some peace of mind, a commotion stirs in the room across from us. I see the Code Team coming down the hall.

"Shit."

"Sakura ?" the Uchiha calls my name.

God, he's just so annoying.

"I said yes, didn't I?" I shout at him over my shoulder before scrambling to the other room to save a life.

I love being a doctor. Really, I do. But days like this, when the patients, the other doctors and my interns are all being difficult, I wish I wasn't one.

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Shisui p.o.v

It was supposed to be another great day in the life of the great Uchiha shisui, but guess what happened?

Itachi happened, yes itachi : My younger cousin, best friend and basically annoying brother.

It was never good, when itachi travel to see me and I knew the moment I saw the scowled on his face that something was wrong , However I wasn't ready to the reality he showed me: I'm married... I'm fucking married and I don't even remember that.

"So your getting married was just what? A spur of the moment thing? An experiment? Just another thrill you were chasing after?"

Itachi shakes her head. "I know you've done a lot of stupid, irresponsible things. But getting married without knowing it?"

I sit back. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Clearly."

"I'm not married, I don't remember that happening itachi I swear on my honor ."

Itachi grabs a folder from the chair next to him and takes her out

A marriage certificate with my name on it. And another Haruno sakura

Who the hell is that?

I hand itachi the paper back and shake my head. "It's a mistake."

"That's what I thought.. After all, you're not the marrying kind. Only adults marry, and you're not an adult."

I let that insult go because I have bigger things to worry "Who else knows?"

"Apart from the one who married you and the employees at the marriage office, just me," He answers and let a breath out.

"So Uncle doesn't know."

"Not yet, but I can't keep this a secret from him for long, which means if you're going to get a divorce, you have to do it quietly and quickly."

He hands me the folder again and i open it and find divorce papers inside.

I grin. "Itachi , you're a lifesaver."

"I know," He says. "Saving your ass gives my life meaning shisui."

I frown at the sarcastic remark.

"Anyway, are you sure you can handle this?".

I close the folder. "I've climbed mountains. I've surfed fifteen-foot waves. I've gone swimming with sharks. I've survived an appendectomy. I can do this."

"Really? Because setting a mistake right is kind of responsible, and I know you don't do responsible."

"Are you done insulting me?"

He says nothing and stood up " No, I'm just reminding you, this kind of behavior will not be acceptable by father and especially by grandpa"

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"Did Dr. Haruno say she's coming?" I ask the nurse with the blonde hair again

She shakes her head before lifting the cup of coffee that I bribed her with to her lips. "Not since the last time you asked."

I glance at my watch. It's nearly midnight.

Sakura was supposed to get off at eleven. I came back before then. When she didn't come out, I thought she might just still be busy. Maybe she was still in the middle of

surgery or talking to a patient or finishing some paperwork. After twenty minutes, I asked the nurse to look for her, only to find out she was gone. For some reason, she stood me up.

Well, that's a first, but I'm no quitter, so I bribed her friend to ask her to come back. Since then, it's been nearly half an hour.

Damn . I've been waiting almost an hour, which is a record for me, and I don't even know if she's coming.

I sink into a chair in the waiting area. There aren't too many people tonight, but I can sense the tension, the dread and the hope from those around me. They're all nervously waiting for news, waiting to see if their loved ones are going to live or die. And here I am, waiting for my wife so that I can divorce her.

I place my backpack on my lap and try not to squeeze it, because I know the folder containing the divorce papers itachi got for me is inside.

I still can't believe I got married and have no memory of it. I know I've done a lot of

reckless things. But this? It's not funny.

Men like me don't marry. I don't even do girlfriends. Not even if she's attractive, which Sakura is. I do like that weird pink hair. It especially suits her when she's getting angry or she's blushing. And those eyes of see green . I feel like I've seen them somewhere before.

One hour and five minutes. How long do I have to keep waiting?

I tell myself I'll leave in another five and just come back tomorrow. Or rather, later today. I can't wait any longer. When there's only a minute left, I get out of my seat and prepare to leave. Then I see her, Finally.

She rushes towards the reception desk. I follow her.

"So, Hana," she asks the nurse. "Did you tell Dr Senju that I'm not on call? What does she need? Why didn't she send

me a message herself?"

"Um, actually..." Hana glances at me. "Dr. Senju..."

"Yes?" Sakura asks eagerly.

"Oh, I sent you the message? Sorry. That message wasn't for you. Dr Senju doesn't need you."

Sakura falls silent. For one second. Two. Three.

"That message was sent by mistake?" she asks as she puts a hand on her hip.

"Yup," the nurse answers. She picks up her cup of coffee and throws another glance in my direction.

"Hi." I give her a smile.

For a moment, she just stares at me. Then she scrambles off. I chase after her.

"No fucking way," she mutters to herself. "Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet? Can't even you take a hint?" She looks up at the ceiling. "I saved lives today. I helped people today. But do I get help from you? Do you cut me any slack? No."

She goes through a set of doors and I follow her into the stairwell.

She turns to face me and sighs. "Why are you still here?"

I grip the straps of my backpack. "Because we need to talk."

She drops her purse on the stairs and sits down beside it. Her hands grip her hair.

"Would you like to go get some coffee?" I ask her. "Or grab a drink at the bar across the park?"

"I don't drink, especially not in bars Uchiha san."

I want to ask her why but just nod. "Okay."

Sakura looks up at me. "Uchiha san..."

"shisui, I'm shisui ."

"Fine, shisui!, what do you want? "

" I wanted to know about what happened the day of my surgery"

"There's nothing for us to talk about, okay? You didn't miss anything. I just checked your vitals. You flirted with me. You were very rude. And then you asked me to marry you."

My eyes grow wide. "I did?"

"And when I said no, you held your breath like a two-year-old, which is very unfair by the way..."

I shake my head. "I would never do that."

"But you did, so I said yes."

"You said yes?"

"Only because I didn't want you dying on my watch," she answers. "And then I left. I went to tend to another patient. You had your surgery, which went well. You woke up and now you're fine. End of story."

Except it's not, because she still hasn't told me about the part where we got married, only about how I proposed.

I stifle a laugh. "I held my breath?, Oh god that's funny"

"That's not funny Shusui San . You were turning blue."

"Wow. I only did that one time, I think, when I was four."

Sakura lifts her hands. "So there you have it, Mr shisui. Now, can you leave me alone?" She folds her arms across her belly. "Because I'm tired. I've had a bad day and I'm really, really tired."

She does look beat. Maybe now's not a good time to tell her about the marriage, or the divorce. I may be reckless, but I'm not cruel.

I take off my backpack and sit beside her.

"Want to tell me about it?"

She shakes her head. "No."

"I know you think I'm childish and annoying, but I'm actually a good listener."

She looks at me. "Says who?The last woman you slept with ?"

"No," I answer. "That woman didn't talk much. She moaned a lot, though."

"Oh."

She looks sorry she asked.

"Actually, no, I'm not a good listener," I take it back. "But that's only because the people around me don't have much to say. You, on the other hand..."

"Look like I'm about to explode from all the words I'm keeping inside?"Sakura finishes my sentence.

"Well, you were talking to the ceiling earlier," I point out.

"Not the ceiling." "Just to someone who doesn't talk back."

She looks at me.

I shrug. "I can not talk back if you don't want me to. Or I can. Doesn't that make me better?"

She looks away without a word.

"Come on," I urge her. "Tell me about Dr Senju ."

Sakura draws a deep breath.

"I won't tell her," I promise. "I don't even know her But if you want me to, I will get to know her and find out her dirty secrets so you can use them against her."

"No." She makes a face.

"What? I didn't say I was going to sleep with her. I'll hire a private investigator."

Sakura says nothing.

"I'm sure she's got some dirty secrets. Everyone has them."

She sighs. "I don't want to know her dirty secrets. I just want her to over work me, I'm tired can't she see it??, it's like there's only sakura in this damn hospital"

"Yes."

"I just want her to stop pushing me, I'v reached my limit and I'm thinking about giving up."

"Don't," I tell her. "You know what they say. When people push you maybe she sees your potential. Maybe she sees that you're going to be a great doctor, or that you have something others doesn't have"

"Or maybe she's just having some fun torturing me ."

"Whatever her reason, you can't let her win. Go and defend yourself, tell her that it's enough, stop whining and stand for yourself ."

She falls silent.

" why have you decided to become a doctor? " I ask her. "Not because you wanted to please or impress any doctor? "

Sakura shakes her head. "No."

"You wanted to save lives, and didn't you do that today?"

" Yes"

" So what does it matter?, you do your job and that's all, if you they Over work you, defend yourself"

Again, Sakura falls silent. She turns her head to look into my eyes, and then, slowly, the corners of her lips turn up into a smile.

"You know, you're not that bad of a listener."

"I guess not." I smile as I brush away strands of her hair from her cheek. "And you know,

you look cute when you're blushing, pretty when you're annoyed, but you look really beautiful when you smile."

That smile vanishes between pursed lips. A blush coats her cheeks as she turns away.

"Wow." Her hand comes up to tuck strands of hair behind her ear. "You know just what to say, don't you?"

"I do," I admit.

Sakura chuckles. "You are so full of yourself."

"Then why don't you let me share some of myself with you?"

"Ha." She bites her lower lip,

then glances at me. "Have you ever met a woman your tricks didn't work on?"

"Why? Are they working on you?"

"No," she answers quickly. Too quickly.

"I don't do tricks," I say.

Her eyes roll. "Yeah, right."

"I'm just good at what I do and I just say what I mean."

"You mean what women want to hear."

I look at her. "Why shouldn't they hear what they want to hear? Why shouldn't they be made to feel what they want to feel?"

"So you're saying you're God's gift to women?"

"Only to those who are honest enough to admit they want it." I hold her gaze. "And those who are brave enough to take it."

Sakura looks away and nods. "I see."

I grasp her chin gently so my eyes can keep piercing hers. "You look like you could use a gift."

She doesn't look convinced, but she doesn't pull away.

"Something to cheer you up," I add without letting go of her chin or her gaze. "A reward for all your hard work."

She shakes her head. "You're not my boss."

I ignore her remark as I gaze at her lips. I run my thumb just beneath them.

"You deserve it."

I bring my gaze back to her eyes as I trace her lips. I can see traces of fear in them as her lips quiver beneath my thumb, but there are also shadows of desire.

I tilt her chin up and lean forward slightly without taking my eyes off hers, without blinking. My gaze narrows.

Slowly, her lips part, just enough to let her warm breath caress the pad of my thumb. I slide the digit in through the crevice. Her lips stay still. When I touch the tip of her tongue, her eyelids fall. My hand moves to her cheek as I lower my face to hers.

Our mouths collide. I caress her cheek as my tongue darts forward, searching for hers. When they meet, she shudders.

My hand slides down her neck as the other grips her hip.

As if scorched, Sakura suddenly pulls away. She looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, her lips still moist. Then she covers her mouth as she grabs her purse and runs off.

This time, I don't go after her. I run a hand through my hair before leaning back against the stairs. My lips, still warm from the kiss, purse and then unfurl to form a grin.

Who knew my wife was such a good kisser? Or that I would enjoy kissing her so much? In fact, I think I want more.

I glance at my backpack. I know I have to tell her about the marriage and make her sign the divorce papers, and I know itachi told me to make it quick. But to hell with that.

Sakura is amazing and I want her.

I want to have sex with her at least once before I divorce her. We're married, after all. I have the right, right?

My lips form a wider grin in anticipation of my newest

Haruno Sakura . No Uchiha Sakura.

She doesn't know it yet, but she's in for the thrill of her life. Before the week is over, she will be mine.

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