My Despicable Girlfriend

By: Azn-Gurl868

Summary: Sasuke meets Sakura who is dealing with the pain of breaking up with her fiancée. Before knowing it, Sasuke is chained to the aggressive and delusional woman that is Sakura. They develop a relationship where Sasuke is the ragdoll of all her doings-switching him shoes when her feet hurt while wearing high heels, telling him to jump in the water to check out deep it is... But the question was: Did fate want them to be together?

Chapter 2 – Beautiful Hangover

Two security guards immediately seized Sasuke and Naruto—despite their weak efforts to explain things—and took them to the basement's jail cell in the dorm building. Someone else had gone to take care of the woman on their couch. They were in a little, white room with a six foot guard for hours—the interrogation room. Naruto stuttered his way through the questions, claiming he had nothing to do with anything. Sasuke took it more calmly and simply explained that she was passed out on a subway bench and leaving her alone was not an option.

After several hours, they were released.

"We weren't even in real jail! We were in University jail! How embarrassing," Naruto complained as they exited the room.

"I know," Sasuke said, sighing.

"Hey, Uchiha!" the guard called from behind them. "I'm watching you! You're on my radar!" He glared at him, throwing death threats with his eyes.

"Whatever," he sneered, stuffing his hands in his pocket. They believed Sasuke's story, because of his outstanding academic performance. They decided to give him a warning instead. If it was someone like Naruto who brought a girl like that to their dorm… he would be sentenced to jail.

When they stepped into the streets, Sasuke's phone vibrated in his pocket. The caller ID was "HS."

"Hello?" Sasuke greeted in a dull monotone.

"Who are you?" a woman said over the phone.

"…Who are you? Who's calling this number?"

"I'm the girl who you abducted this afternoon," she said, followed by a crunch. She was eating an apple.

He expected the girl's voice to be shrill and perky to match her hair colour, though this wasn't the case. "How did you get this number?"

"Oh, security was only too happy… I have all your information," she explained.

She was confusing him. "If you have my information, why are you asking me who I am?" Naruto was nudging him, asking who he was on the phone with. Sasuke mouthed "the girl."

"I'm not asking who you are; I'm asking who do you think you are."

Sasuke figured that she was trying to play a game with him. Maybe she was even recording their conversation for future references. "I have no time for this. Just—"

She interrupted him. "Meet me at the Hiromi Gallery in 6th avenue tomorrow."

He scoffed at how demanding she was. "No."

"Why not?"

"The Tiller King Representative is coming by my school campus this week. Besides, I don't have to explain this to you, so—"

"Yeah, be there at 7:00 evening."

"What? No! Why—" There was a beep. "Hello? Damn she hanged up on me."

Naruto chuckled, loving how utterly crossed and annoyed the usually unmovable-Sasuke was. This was a side that rarely came out. "So what did she say? You look pissed off."

"She told me to meet her tomorrow."

"Are you going to?"

"I have to go see what she wants. Maybe she won't charge anything against me if I go."

Naruto slowly shook his head. "She's definitely not nice."

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Sasuke arrived at the gallery at 7:30 the next evening, of course, fashionably late. He was in no mood to even bother coming in on time for someone who was getting him into trouble. He looked around, feeling awkward. Everyone else was dressed formally as they sipped their drinks in fancy glasses and looked at the art. Sasuke was dressed in a white t-shirt and a leather jacket with dark jeans. He glanced at his watch, hoping half-heartedly that she didn't decide to leave because he was late.

"You came."

He turned to see the approaching pink-haired woman. She wore a short black dress and ankle boots. In her hand was a glass of red wine. She smiled as they lessened the space between them.

"Uchiha Sasuke… Hey, you're pretty cute," she told him, squinting as if her eyes were deceiving her. "I'll take another red," she said when a waiter holding a tray walked by. She tossed Sasuke her jacket as she took another glass.

He blinked twice over seeing her actions and folded her jacket over his arm.

"So what happened?" she asked.

Sasuke frowned at having to explain his story for the fiftieth time. She studied a piece of art as he spoke. "You were completely drunk. You almost fell on the subway track. I pulled you back at the last instant. You called me darling, and then you passed out. I assumed responsibility. I carried you back to my place and somebody called security for you, on me," he explained in a dull voice as if reciting it off a piece of paper in front of him.

She turned back to him with wide eyes. "I called you darling?"

"Hn."

"I think I remember that." She lessened the space between them more and got on her toes, whispering in his ear. "But I seriously doubt the rest."

Sasuke shivered at the close encounter and her breath against his skin. "Believe what you want to," he muttered. Sasuke trailed behind her as they took a seat next to a small table in the gallery. "Your name," he said as they sat.

"Haruno Sakura," she replied, taking a sip of red wine. "What are you studying?"

"Business."

"Are you smart?"

He crossed his arms. "I would say so."

"Excuse me!" Sakura called to a waiter. "Can I get a bottle of more of that red wine, please?"

A man bustled next to her, handing the bottle without the cork. She chugged a quarter of the bottle in one go. He scowled at her; drunken women disgusted him. Without doubt, she was the type to drink beyond her limit. Sasuke thought it was odd that she choose to do this in front of a man she did not know as if she wanted to repeat the incident.

Minutes passed and Sakura was on the ground and on her knees giggling.

"You said business before, right? Well, most smart people are smart enough not to have to study business," she told him, wagging a finger at him. "Thank you... for not leaving me on the subway bench, Sasuke."

"Hn."

She got the hiccups and covered her mouth shyly.

"Can I ask what you were doing drunk in the middle of the afternoon?" Sasuke questioned. There had to be a reason. He didn't want to feel like a babysitter, but at least wanted an explanation.

She looked away from him. "I'm going through a reckless phase."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know what 'reckless' means?"

"No, I—"

"You're not very smart, are you?"

He clenched his jaw in frustration. "I know what 'reckless' means. I'm asking you what you mean by a 'reckless phase'."

She raised an eyebrow, leaning against the chair. "Why do you care, Sasuke?"

"I'm interested," he lied.

Sakura remained silent, looking down at the floor and tracing lines with her fingers. She set her bottle down and exhaled. The woman remained silent.

"Well if you're not going to answer me, I have to get going." Sasuke got up from his seat and headed for the door.

"My fiancée broke up with me," Sakura said from behind him.

Sasuke's body froze on the spot mid-stride as he absorbed her words and heard her quiet sobs. Biting the inside of his cheek, he turned back, even though he knew he'd regret it. He tossed her a handkerchief. He did so because, despite the aura he gave off, he was a gentleman.

She looked at the piece of folded-up cloth. "You carry around a handkerchief. What are you, asthmatic?"

"Where I'm from, men carried handkerchiefs."

"Where are you from? 1850?" she asked sarcastically. "Is it clean?"

He frowned. "Yes."

Sakura blew her nose loudly into it as Sasuke sat on the small table. He scowled at the disgusting sound.

"Here," she said, holding the handkerchief back.

"No, you can keep it."

"Take it!" she tossed it at his lap.

He flinched, reluctantly picking up the damp piece of cloth and tossing it in a garbage bin. Her eyes were red from crying. She passed him her bottle of wine.

"Want some? Take it."

He took it from her and put it aside. She was obviously drunk and emotionally stricken again. Sakura embraced his right leg, sobbing again and staining his jeans. Other people stared as they passed, whispering unappealing words. Sasuke stared with disbelief. How was this girl able to call herself an adult? He had to make her come to her senses before she would get them into trouble again.

"So… Why did he break up with you?" he asked. Sasuke thought that girls always wanted someone to hear them out, which was something he was trying to do to keep her from making more of a scene in public.

Sakura sniffed, slowly standing up. "Because… I like bananas."

Sasuke flinched when she fell on his lap, nearing unconsciousness again. The security guard mouthed words to him from across the room, telling him to bring her outside. The other visitors of the gallery stared like Sakura and Sasuke killed somebody. He had no choice but to bring her to her house. Sasuke dialled the directory in order to get her address.

"Sakura Haruno," he said.

Sakura pulled her head up at the sound of her name. "Huh?"

"Sleep," he said, pushing her back head down.

"Excuse me?" a woman from the directory said on the other line.

"No, not you."

"Well, There are eight Sakura Haruno's, sir," she informed him.

He cursed under his breath. "All right, let's start downtown."

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They both drove around in the back of a taxi and visited all the addresses that they received. Sakura laid half-unconscious, not having the energy to help. The first house he came to was a priest's house who wagged his finger at him. The third house they tried was a group of hippie's frat house. By the seventh address, he spotted a man in a black suit standing outside tall gates. He opened the taxi door for him as he stepped out, unsure.

"Good evening, sir," the man greeted him.

Sasuke gestured to Sakura. "Do you… know her?"

"Yes, sir," he said, continuously speaking in a polite tone. "Were there any other expenses beside this taxi?"

He ignored him. "Can you tell me her name? Just in case."

"Her name is Sakura Haruno. Were there any other expenses?" he repeated.

Sasuke shook his head. The man paid the taxi driver the fee before dragging Sakura out of the cab. She groaned and complained about a headache, clutching on to the man's arms.

"The Harunos thank you very much, sir," he said, bowing.

"Hi, Ibuki. How was your day?" Sakura mumbled.

"Oh you know, the usual. Opened some doors and said hello," the man told her as he retrieved behind the black gates.

Sasuke studied her house. It had an enormous, grassy lawn and it was three storeys high with big windows. The name "Haruno" was written with twisted metal on the gate. Ibuki was probably their doorman. He hadn't known she was from a rich family. Suddenly, as he watched them disappear, he wondered if he would ever see her again. Getting in the taxi, he shrugged. It was for fate to decide.

AN: Thanks for the lovely reviews, favourites and story alerts! You guys are keeping going with this story. To answer a question, this is based off the American version of My Sassy Girl. Drop me a review ^_^