Just four more left after this, awwwee yeeaahh! Hahah, I'm seriously so jacked! But um. I need hurry this up, so read on please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and anything (or anyone) from it. I just LOVE them.

"HEY DON'T TOUCH THA-Get away from those! Make sure the flowers are all fresh! Arrange them all exactly the same, they're the entrance arrangements, they're meant to be identical!"

My hair was a mess, my eyes were bloodshot and my hands were shaky. My voice kept growing hoarser with each frenzied command I shouted, and the disorganized workers really weren't helping. The flower people sent a batch of people with a million bouquets, then a second batch to arrange them. Those people were super-young and so energetic, and they only had to work for 2-3 hours in all. The caterers would only begin about 30 minutes before the ball began, and the set-up cast had worked barely 8 hours the previous day and it would an entirely different group doing the clean-up.

Not to sound like I'm the only one in the world with work, BUT IS THAT REALLY FAIR? Plus, Sasuke wasn't there at all! He refused to comment on anything and suddenly left to meet some Tayuya chick for whom I had to buy flowers and a hideously expensive gold necklace! He could have got them for her himself! I was literally ready to yank his dumb chicken-butt hair out!

A secretary was apparently a synonym for 'a bitch;. Because that's what I felt like I was. His bitch.

"Um, Ms Haruno?" a timid voice asked.

"Yes?" I whirled around and was greeted with a goofy-looking boy who was missing a tooth. I resisted the urge to point and laugh, because teenagers are at a VERY sensitive stage in their lives.

"The flowers-people have left, and the decorations are all put up. If there is anything else, please check around now and inform us because we won't be open later." He disappeared into a dark corner.

I sighed and checked the time. It was already 7:15 and there was a bit of clean-up left before I let those twerps go. The decorations weren't perfect and some were hastily put up. The doors were to open at 9:00, leaving me barely an hour to manage things here, leave, dress up and return 15 minutes in advance.

"First of all - the decorations are NOT symmetrical," I stalked over to the cowering boy, whose nametag read: Konohamaru. "They need to be re-done. Also, some are nearly falling off, could you please tie them more securely, please?"

"Sure thing, ma'am!" the kid flashed another toothy grin and called his comrades over and explained the situation. They all groaned but whooped when he whispered something (apparently) funny.

I marched all over the enormous ballroom and had to re-set some tablebloths and centerpieces myself, since the flower-people were not very professional or adept at their job. I felt a wave of dizziness rush over me, but when I closed my eyes for a few seconds, I was fine. Shaking off the strange feeling, I continued working.

At one point I even had to sweep up the entire hall. The kids finished their work and left after I double-checked everything. When I was the only person left, I called all the technicians and the caterers and everyone else involved to confirm everything was fine adn thanked them for their 'kind cooperation'.

I finally left the hotel at five to eight and hurried home and showered. TenTen was already done and waiting for me, her gown still on it's hanger, her excuse being her nervousness.

"Ten-chan, I know you REALLY don't want to do this, but PLEASE COME WITH ME TO THE SALON!" I wailed. "We still have exactly-thirty minutes left before I have to be there!"

"Okay, but nothing too drastic for me." she replied calmly and I blinked.

"R-really? You don't mind?" I grabbed her hands and squealed, still doubtful.

"Well, it's just that Neji always look good and...and I don't want to embarass him." she confessed. "We're just going as friends..not really friends, more as acquaintances, but I still want to look good for him."

"...ALRIGHT! LET'S LOOK AS GOOD AS WE CAN MANAGE!" I screamed and hugged her, grabbing our wallets on the way out.

"Wow...I just realized that your body's fucking gorgeous, TenTen."

"Thanks Sakura...you're not as scrawny as I'd thought, either."

"Gee, thanks. I'm scared that if I'm not uber-careful, my hair will ruin my dress and vice-versa."

"Me too...let's help each other?"

"Sure, why not...FUCK! I HAVE TO BE THERE IN 5 MINUTES! Let's hurry!"

"Well, even if you rush, you'll still be late. Calm down a bit, and just try to get there before nine."

"You make everything make sense. I love you, Ten-"

"Shut up and strip down."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Where the hell is Haruno? She's not answering her phone either!" Sasuke swore and downed a glass of vodka. "Seriously, she should have been here ten minutes ago-"

"Sorry, I'm late!" A harried voice called out. He looked up at the entree and stared for a few moments before his eyes widened and he hiccuped. "The guests have started arriving already, sorry!"

"Haruno..." he hiccuped again, looking scared. "Put your coat back on...now."

She looked down, confused and raised a worried eyebrow as she replied, "N-No way you weirdo!"

His fists clenched and his jaw tightened and he turned away, gripping his glass tightly. 'Damnit!'

He didn't like it. His jaw didn't drop like I'd wished it would, and he barely showed any reaction. Except the hiccups, which were probably caused by fright at my appearance. He looked like he wanted to hurl.

I must be looking awful if he even wanted me to cover myself up. I wanted to cry, but I didn't dare. Who needed compliments from him anyway?

I walked around and made sure everything was in order, careful not to trip over the hem of my gorgeous dress. I glanced at him while making my way around the room, he was absolutely gorgeous. His hair looked shinier than usual, his dress coat looked better than his everyday suits and his pants were tight. He'd left his collar undone, but I remembered it being a black tie affair, so he'd have to button up sooner or later. His pale skin, contrasting with the deep blue-black hair and clothes, made him look like a very distinguished vampire. I hastily wiped away the drool before hurrying onto the next task at hand.

As I hurried around, asking questions and communicating with the other employees of Uchiha Corp., I felt like a spy and giggled to myself. The mics were the press-to-talk type, so I was in no danger of freaking anyone else out.

"You're creepy, Haruno." said a voice behind me and I jumped in fright.

"Sas-Uchiha-san!" I squeaked. "Do you need something, sir?"

"Do you know how to do a bow-tie?"

"Uh...yes,"

"Do mine...please." he added, as a definite afterthought.

I gulped and proceeded to put my shaking hands to better use than evilly rubbing them against each other. He was right in front of me, and all I could see was him. His throat, his collarbone, his chest...damn.

Wanting to prolong our silent touchy-time together, but being too good at bow-ties forced me to accomplish the task quickly. I felt his head right abovemine and it unnerved me.

As I reached around his neck to pat down the collar, our eyes met and I wanted nothing more than to hold on tight and kiss him.

"Thanks," he said when I was done. "Oh, and Haruno?"

I looked at him quizzically.

"Cover up...please." he looked pained.

I grimaced as he walked away haughtily and could've sworn he mumbled: "She smells so good," or something that sounded just like that.

Realizing such a thought was wishful thinking on my part, and rolled my eyes. Time to get back to work.

SO. How'd you like it? Fixin' the bow-tie was a nice twist, huh? Huuuhh? LOL jk jk, I sound so conceited aahah! But please review! I miss receiving daily reviews :'(