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 6 – To the Tiller King Company
During the next few weeks, Sasuke and Sakura spent time together especially after his classes. He found himself daydreaming mindlessly in class. The hours went by as a blur. Even the Dobe knew what the lesson that day was about while he remained clueless. Some days with her were painful, but he found that hours without her hurt more. A demon, he thought. Sakura was a demon who had completely sought to destroy an innocent bystander's life—in this case was Sasuke. Yet this demon took the appearance and the charm of an angel. He was the guinea pig, the rag doll she chewed up.
Though he found it odd that he didn't wish for anything else.
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They were to meet at a 5-star Hotel's restaurant for a dinner date. Of course, Sasuke didn't have a choice but to agree; even though he promised to himself that he would spend the night studying. He waited in the lobby of The Yamato Hotel restaurant, a place his aunt recommended to him during his last visit at her place. He stood next to a man with a book of the lists of appointments and reserved seats next to the entrance. While waiting, Sasuke turned behind him to see the picture frames on the walls. He saw a picture of his aunt and his cousin Sai sitting in one of the tables, a lobster in front of them.
"You look just like him," the man told him, talking about Sai.
Sasuke nodded stiffly. "I've been told."
He grinned. "Are you his brother?"
"Cousin."
"Ahh… I miss your cousin and aunt. They came here every Sunday for years, and always took the same table. She's hardly been back since Sai's accident," he explained. His aunt had been around the place for so long, she knew the names and numbers of the employees.
"I—"
Sasuke was interrupted when Sakura appeared behind him, getting on her toes and putting her head on his shoulder. She pecked his cheek when he turned his head to look. "Missed me?" she asked. The pink-haired woman had a wide smile plastered to her face.
"Right this way," the man said, beckoning them to enter the restaurant. He sat them to their seats, handing them a menu.
The restaurant had an Edo Period theme. There were stylish, but old-fashioned inspired furniture. The breadsticks sat untouched next to the glass lotus center piece. There were bright lamps at were stuck to the red wallpaper and mirrors—more than windows—decorated the walls. The mirrors added a sense of uniqueness—something he had not seen before. The seats were cushioned to perfection and there was a low sound of muttered chatter in the room. A waitress informed them that she was on her way to get their drinks.
"I have a present for you," she said, teasing him with a small grin. "Ta-da!" She took out crumpled pieces of paper from her purse. The words Bounty Hunter by Sakura Harunowas typed on the front.
Sasuke realized it was another one of her scripts, or Treatments as she referred to them. He took the script from her. "Bounty Hunter," he read.
She smiled in excitement. "It's a Western, and the outlaw's name is Ritsu! Bounty Hunter. Isn't that a good title? Read it out loud!"
He turned to the first page and read the first sentence only. "The heroine is a mysterious bounty hunter, who arrived one day from parts unknown…" He trailed, reading the rest in his head.
Sakura watched his expression carefully. "Are you reading it?"
"I don't like reading and talking," he said.
"Just picture it in your head!" she told him, rubbing her temples.
He read the pages silently in his mind. She watched his expressions carefully. "So she kills him. What a shock," he noted as he flipped to the last page, reading, "Only then does she reveal where she came from… The future."
Sakura pounded her first on the table, making the glass center piece jump. "How is it? Isn't it good?" Her eyes were expectant, waiting for his opinion.
"It's…" he began. "I have a question. Why does the heroine always come from the future?" He remembered her story about the Titanic and how Rose had traveled back in time to warn the others about the iceberg.
She looked around her, as if feeling someone's presence watching her movements, and then leaned closer to him, whispering. "Because I believe in Time Travel. I believe that in the future it's already been invented, and that there are people from the future with us as we speak. And I think that one day; I will eventually meet someone from the future."
He crossed his arms, deliberating her theory. "Hn."
"I have another present for you." She took out an envelope from underneath and table and tossed it to him. It was already opened, though it had Sasuke's address on the back. "You've been granted an interview with a regional sales manager named Mr. Nakano, who will be selecting Tiller King Management trainees. They read your email. Drinks tomorrow, he said. This hotel."
Sasuke blinked twice. Was he actually getting a second chance despite the little show Sakura put on during the representative's lecture? His letter was considered and wasn't immediately sent to the spam folder. "That's great news. But exactly… where did you get this letter?"
She rolled her eyes. "Your mailbox, silly."
He flinched. "You went though my mail? That's illegal. Why would you—?"
"Are we really going to argue about this?" she questioned, sighing and leaning back on her seat.
"Frankly, yes! This is a very serious—!"
"Or are you going to have a great dinner tonight, wake up tomorrow and have an amazing interview and call me the second that it's done?"
The waitress came in with the drinks in hand. She carefully set the plates down on the table and bowed before moving away. Sasuke didn't know how Sakura did it, but he argued no further.
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Sasuke met with Mr. Nakano from the Tiller King Company in a private lounge on the second floor of the same hotel. He was a tall man with a beer gut. His beard was white. Santa Claus was the first thing that ran on his mind when he saw him. The lounge had elegant-everything, from the marble fire place to the rug-art on the wall—much different from the restaurant. The wooden carving of a bull's head above the fireplace was not his personal favourite.
"What a city, huh, Sasuke?" Mr. Nakano said, chuckling.
They sat down. The chairs were oddly made out of polished and glossed tree stumps. Sasuke awkwardly tried to sit comfortably on the thing.
"Drinks gentlemen?" a waitress asked them.
"Diet Pepsi, please," Mr. Nakano ordered.
Sasuke looked up and realized it was not a waitress speaking to them, but none another than the demon-in-disguise Haruno Sakura wearing a green dress under a grey shawl. She looked at Sasuke with a sweet, deceiving smile.
"And for you?" she asked.
"What are you—?"
"Two Diet Pepsis coming up," she smoothly interrupted. Sakura walked out to the bar outside the private lounge and told the bartender their requests.
"So, Sasuke your father works at a maintenance facility in Ogata?" Mr. Nakano began.
"For many years, yes sir," he replied.
"Look up to him. He is a model employee. I mean, you only wish every employee was cut from the same cloth! If you're a chip off that block, let me tell you, I think your chances are pretty good indeed…"
He droned on, but Sasuke kept an eye on Sakura at the bar. She drank a glass of alcohol as she leaned over the counter. Damn that woman. She could not control her alcohol intake. Sasuke tasted the impossible that was going to happen now. Sakura came in with the cans in hand. She set the drinks down in front of the two men.
"A Diet Pepsi for you two and a Double Tequila for me." She held up the glass and the slice of lemon on her other hand.
Sasuke gritted his teeth. Of all the drinks to have…
"Move over, Sasuke." She pushed him over from his seat with her hip, making him scooch to the left.
Santa Claus-man's eyes flickered from the both of them. "You two know each other?"
Before Sakura could say anything absurd, he interrupted. "Sakura, this is Mr. Nakano. This is Haruno Sakura. We are—" twitch "—seeing each other." Twitch. He knew he'd regret revealing that information.
He got up to shake her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Haruno. I'm personal friends with your father."
"Well, the pleasure's all mine, Mr. Nakano!" She held up her glass. "To the Tiller King Company!"
Sasuke unwillingly toasted his can with the two of them. Mr. Nakano got a good laugh out of her liveliness. He wanted a three meter distance from the girl and Mr. Nakano who held in his palm, Sasuke's future.
Sakura gulped down her drink in one go, and then sucked on her lemon slice. "Shige!" she yelled, calling the bartender's name. "Can I get another one?"
"Right away!" he called back.
"Oh I'm sorry," she turned to the both of them. "Did you want anything?"
Santa Claus-man answered for Sasuke. "No, we're good. How did you two meet each other?"
Sasuke bit his tongue when Sakura spoke first. "Well, it depends who you believe," she began, rolling her eyes. "Either I got drunk and passed out on the subway platform or I got drugged."
Mr. Nakano glanced at Sasuke, his breath caught. Sasuke began laughing hysterically, dismissing what Sakura had said as he elbowed her rib. "Isn't she funny, Mr. Nakano? Stop it. I mean it." He gave her a cold and firm glare by his last sentence.
Shige bustled in with Sakura's new glass of Double Tequila. Sakura stood from her seat and took it from him and he immediately left.
"Thank you, Shige! To the Tiller King Company! Whoo!" she cheered, jumping up and down on the spot as she chugged her drink again.
"About the annual report—" Sasuke began.
"Shige, another!"
"Got it!"
"Oh, there I go again. Anyone else?" she questioned them, taking a sudden step back. She was obviously in the verge of passing out again.
"No, thank you," Mr. Nakano said. There was a wrinkle in between his eyebrows. Not good. Not good. Sasuke might as well fake a heart attack to get out.
Sakura landed her butt next to Sasuke on the chair, smiling angelically at the men. Sasuke felt his face glowing red as he drank his Pepsi.
"So… how long have you two been together?" Mr. Nakano questioned. Sasuke wished so much that he changed the subject to business relations.
Sakura answered to her delight. "Not very long. We're still in the beginning phases. I haven't seen his penis yet."
The Pepsi flew five meters off of Sasuke's mouth in a spit take. His stomach churned and dropped to his feet. Mr. Nakano choked on something as he coughed, his eyes with disbelief. Shige came in again.
Sakura grabbed her drink. "There you are! Thank you. Do not loose that bottle." She drunkenly giggled. "To the King Killerton… Tiller Killer. King Tiller. Whatever! Cheers!" In one go, she gulped her Double Tequila.
Sasuke cleared his throat. "She's—"
"You are so good, but so wrong!" Sakura spoke to her empty glass.
"She's been through a lot lately," he finished. Sakura collapsed across his lap, her head dangling off the chair. He propped her up by pulling on the tops of her arms.
Mr. Nakano stood. "Can I help in anyway?"
Sasuke threw her on his shoulder. "No, thank you, sir. This… has been a pleasure. I look forward to hearing from you and… I'm gonna get her outta here. I'm sorry. Bye." He swiftly made his way to the door.
Sakura moved her head to look up at Mr. Nakano. "Call us! To the Killer Tin—"
"Sakura, shh!"
AN: I hope I could repay this interesting chapter to you for being late. I've been lazy even though it's spring break here.
Leave me a review answering the following: if Sasuke doesn't get the job because of Sakura this time, what should he do instead?