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"Sakura wake up!! Wake up!!"
Sakura pulled her eyelids open and saw Banana peering over her. "Mmugh…"
"It's eight-o-clock Sakura." Banana informed and adjusted her black thick-rimed glasses.
"Alright, I'm up. Thanks Nana." She yawned and got up. Banana smiled and went out. She always liked Sakura's nickname for her. It was better than her original name. How she wished her parents had never named her after some stupid fruit.
Sakura looked at the red-head's disappearing figure and sighed. Banana had been bothering her about the cellar incident non-stop. What did she see in that Uchiha-dick anyway? Sasuke this Sasuke that...it was annoying her.
She hastily brushed out her hair in the bathroom and her wig. Afterwards, she prepared for all the necessary things and set out to work with great distaste. Mina was just as worse as Banana when it comes to Sasuke. Maybe even worse. She kept a very close watch on her for the past week and made sure she was at least twenty meters away from Sasuke. It was hard because Sakura realized whenever Sasuke stepped into the forbidden perimeter; she always had to stop what she was doing and work on something else. In the end, she always had stay up really late in order to complete her job.
However, this was to be expected from Maid Number 1. (Mina)
Inner Sakura: First the loser! One hundred sixty seven the best!!
On top of her restrictions, Mina ridiculously banned her from setting up the dining table for each meal. In Sakura's opinion, it was the easiest job of all. But stupid Mina thought she might have another threatening fluff-scene with Sasuke at the dining table which will eventually bring down her relationship (hardly) with her beloved master.
Inner Sakura: On the good side... you won't have to see Uchiha's face.
I guess...but setting up the dining table is so much easier than doing the laundry! Her other self thought. The thought of doing laundries completely disgusted her. She had to sift through all those dirty clothes and look at other people's undies. Oh, let's not forget...after the laundries, you have to hang the clothes too. The thought of hanging 254 maid uniforms was equivalent to hell.
Sakura sighed and tugged at her black uniform skirt with white laces and a mini puffy apron. To go along with the stupid uniform, she had a little lacy hair band thingy to go with it. The Uchiha households are always in style, or so they claimed. Glaring at everything in her path, she slowly made her way to the bulletin board where their daily duties and shifts were posted each day.
The total population of maids were roughly divided into four groups with a group leader on the top and Mina as the leader of all four groups. Each group leader is responsible for assigning jobs to all the maids in their group each day and report to Mina on their progress. Luckily, she wasn't assigned as a leader which was picked randomly.
"Let's see...preparing lunch and dinner, laundry...yuck...eh?! Setting the table?! And what?! Serving Sasuke?!" Sakura gasped slightly as she read the board. She made sure twice until she was sure she read the thing right. A cheeky grin slowly made its way up to her mouth as she stared at the board. It looks like Mina had finally decided to let her off the hook.
Sakura looked at the mahogany grandfather clock beside the board and jumped a little. It was 8:45 am. Shit. She was late for work. She quickly ran to the kitchen and asked the head chef for instructions. The head chef hastily told her to make some dessert called the Strawberry Tiramisu Truffle and pushed a thick recipe book against her chest. Fortunately for her, the chef was too busy shouting at another maid who had screwed up on the soup to notice her tardiness.
Strawberry Tiramisu Truffle...what the heck is that... Sakura mulled as she flipped through the worn-down book.
Master's Bedroom
Sasuke yawned lazily and checked the clock to see the time. It was already ten minutes to twelve. He hoped the maids were cooking something good today for he was especially hungry. He had come home around two in the morning yesterday after playing basketball with Naruto and Suigetsu, his best buds. Getting up from his bed, he slipped into the showers to get ready for the day.
Today's Saturday...what should I do? He thought to himself, rubbing some soap onto his arm in the promise. Soon, a smirk formed as an unoriginal idea came to his mind. He decided to play around with his maids today. It's been ages since he has done something like that.
Last time he screwed around a maid was like…what…four days ago?
Wow…that is a long time.
Main Dining Room
Not wasting any time, Sakura carefully placed the silverwares on the table and made sure everything was in the right place.
"Alright, who's serving the young master today?" The head chef said in boredom which made Sakura like the chef very much despite her grumpy attitude. It seems like she and the chef were the only ones that aren't interested in Mr. Chicken-Head. The other maids on the other hand, squirmed as they prevented themselves from raising their own hands. They all wanted to serve Sasuke and stand by him to watch him eat and wait for him to give them a command to bring water or other things.
Fembots... She rolled her eyes as she stuck up her hand. "I am."
The other maids just glared at her, longing to be in her position.
Suckers...
It was actually her second time serving Sasuke. And in truth, the first time did not go well. Sasuke had a cold at that time and accidentally sneezed spaghetti onto her white apron. Not that she cared about her uniform or anything but talk about all the Uchiha boogers...sick. But back to the present, she wasn't really sure if she liked watching the fembots priceless reactions as she stand beside Sasuke better or the plain fact of just standing by Sasuke itself.
Nonetheless, she went into the kitchen and grabbed a plait of roasted steak with red wine and pepper sauce. Her mouth watered as she looked at the large first class American steak. A bite won't hurt...she thought deviously. No Sakura NO! Don't fall into the steak's temptation! You'll lose your job! You'll lose your education! You'll lose daddy's hope!...
Inner Sakura: Fine! I'll just watch Sasuke contently eating this piece of steak. Hmph...
By the time she got out, she saw that Sasuke was patiently waiting in his wooden chair. She gently placed the plate in front of him and stood there glaring at him. What the heck?! Not even a glance?! She growled in her mind. What a rude jerk. No thank you, no nothing! Why didn't I eat the steak?!
Sasuke started cutting his steak and Sakura watched as all the juice came out from the piece of meat. She was surprised Sasuke actually acted like a gentlemen when it came to eating. She always imagined him to be a pig after the first incident. He's still a very RUDE jerk nevertheless...she thought and wondered if he'll remember her from the cellar incident when he sees her. Only one way to find out...
Sakura polished her number tag while daringly walked around the large dining table and knocked over a clean plate that was sitting on the table. "OOPS! Excuse me..." She said loudly and picked up the plate while standing upright and facing Sasuke. She made sure her number tag shined like the sun and was clearly visible to him. To her success, Sasuke did look up and stared at her gleaming number tag.
Inner Sakura: Hell yeah!
She watched eagerly as Sasuke stared at her number tag. What will happen next? she wondered. Will he fire her when he remembers the cellar incident? Will he say something to her? Will he-
look down and continue on with his food like nothing had happened.
WHAT THE?! Sakura stared at him with a slight gaping jaw. Did he just go back eating that piece of yummy yummy steak?!
Was she THAT invisible?! Did she look THAT ugly with a wig on? Come on!!
Thanks for not remembering jerkwad... she sniffed. It wasn't that she's sad Sasuke didn't notice her but the fact that he didn't remember her after such an incident was depressing. Great...it's nice not being noticed...
No one can blame her though. People generally wanted to be remembered or receive some kind of attention in their lifetime and Sakura was one of them. The only people that really noticed her in her life were her dad, her mom, Ino, and Banana. Wow...such a huge list...
Sakura sighed and went back to Sasuke's side. She guess she couldn't expect so much from someone like him. Their status had such a huge anyway. She cleared her head from further thoughts and focused her gaze at a flower painting on the wall. It was better than staring at Sasuke's steak.
Let's see...dishes after this...laundry after that...kill me.
Starry Starry Night
Sakura hulled a large barrel of clothes as she went into the Uchiha laundry room. It was a pretty big room that contained at least ten washing machines and fifteen dryers. She unloaded the clothes carelessly and threw each of them inside the machine- twenty-five uniforms each. Her hands ached from scrubbing the dishes, but at least she got the job done without Mina around.
Inner Sakura: This is SO boring...
She watched dully as she threw twenty-five of the SAME outfits into the SAME washing machine. If she was the owner of the mansion, she would totally get ten different washing machines and 254 different maid uniforms. Everything was black, white, or blue in the mansion. But just then, something caught her eye. Even though it was frickin' black.
"Huh? What's this?" She looked with wonder at the piece of clothing she was holding. It didn't look like a skirt or an apron. Sakura carefully smoothed out the scrunched up clothing that had been crushed under the pile of uniforms and felt her eyes widen into saucer plates. "WHAT THE FRICKING GOD?!"
It was...
It was...
It was...
It was goddamn Chicken-Hair's boxers!
"EWWW!!" She squirmed at first reaction and threw the clothing away from her as far as possible. "Cooties!! Ewww...I just touched Sasuke's boxers!"
She needed soap. Fast.
But wait.
Before she made a run for soap, she peered over the barrel of clothes and to her horror; it contained MORE of Sasuke's IDENTICAL black boxers.
Why are Sasuke's boxers the same?! If she was him, she would so get rainbow boxers. Black boxers? Boring much.
"I should get him pink boxers." She couldn't help but giggle.
"Excuse me?"
Sakura froze as she heard a cocky sarcastic voice behind her. Shit...
"Ehehehe..." She turned around and scratched her head but immediately stopped herself when she remembered it had Sasuke-chicken-germs on it. Who knows...she might get bird flu from it.
Sasuke on the other hand was staring at her with a dumbfounded gaze and a raised eyebrow.
"I was just...uhh...talking to myself sir." Sakura explained.
Sasuke nodded sarcastically and looked at his boxer that was at least three meters away from where she was standing. Did he just see this unattractive maid of his throw his boxers on the ground while commenting on how she might get cooties from it and say that she should get a pink boxer for him?
He stared at her number tag and read the number.
Number 167
"I'm sorry sir." Sakura said quickly and picked up the boxers much to her disgust.
"You're that maid who pushed me in the cellar." He recalled calmly.
Damn...he remembered...
Inner Sakura: Yay, he remembered! I'm actually being noticed by something err...someone...no wait...yeah...something. Hehe...he's the fifth person too.
"I'm sorry about that too sir." She winced but looked at him curiously as a gradual smirk played on his lips. What?
"NUMBER 167!! WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THIS?!" Someone screeched.
They turned around instantly and found Mina by the doorway. Her chestnut hair was practically standing up in everyway. Woot! Here come's the female version of Albert Einstein! Sakura irresistibly thought. However, each of Mina's gradual stomps made her wince even more.
"I THOUGHT I COULD GET MY EYES OFF OF YOU BUT NOW...I SEE YOU TALKING WITH MASTER SASUKE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!! HOW COLD YOU BE SO UNGRATEFUL?!"
"I can explain Miss. Number 1." Sakura started and gulped.
I am going to lose my job...I am SO going to lose my job...daddy, I'm sorry...
"I DON'T NEED YOUR EXPLANATION!" Mina shouted angrily and grabbed her hair. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW! I WILL DEAL WITH YOUR PUNISHMENT LATER. NO FOOD FOR YOU TOMORROW!"
"Ack...NOT the hair!!" Sakura shouted. But it was too late. Mina had attempted to fling her aside but only succeeded in flinging her wig instead.
"WHAT?!" She shreaked in horror as long eccentric pink hair flowed down from Sakura's head and onto her back.
Sasuke felt his mouth drop wide open as his "unattractive" maid clutched her hair desperately and tried to hide it.
Shit...Sakura thought and felt hot tears welling in her eyes.
Fin
Holy frick, I wrote this chapter exactly a year ago haha. How sweet is that? But anyways, at the time, I was in LA living at a relative's house and their computer was frickin crappy so I apologize for any past spelling and grammar errors since the only writing tool I had was WordPad. Well, after this re-edit, the spelling errors are gone but there are still some grammar germs out there so please bear with me.
But anyways, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE from 2007 and 2008!!!!
Lots of loves!! Ciao!!
Re-posted on December 25, 2008