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When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in her garden.
Not really. Not her garden.

HARUNO SAKURA'S POV

A Few Days Later

I officially…wait for it…DESPISE UCHIHA SASUKE. I really, really, really HATE him right now. Well, for right now, that is.

He always came back from 'missions,' his clothes scathed. It always ended up like that. He wasn't completely messed up, but his suits would end up dirty, and I'd have to be the one to clean them. I mean, it's not like every day you get to wash Armani suits, but PLEASE, I wouldn't want to do that for the rest of the summer, I mean. If he can keep his chicken-ass hair intact, why can't he keep a thousand-dollar suit that way?

"Haruno!"

Gah, I'm getting tired of this. But the garden's blooming nicely. I like getting up at six A.M., when it's not sweltering hot outside.

"HARUNO!"

Oh, crap. I didn't hear someone calling me. I ran out of the study I was dusting up and I found Mister Hot-But-Yet-So-CRUEL standing in the hallway, his arms folded, and he was tapping his foot impatiently at me. I think he noticed that I accidentally put bleach on one of his good suits. Serves him right.

"What is this?" he said, turning around, showing me a huge white spot on the back of his favorite black suit. GAH. THAT WAS HIS FAVORITE SUIT! (Oh, wait, I emphasized that already, didn't I…) He looked so frustrated, I got vibes that he wanted to take out his pistol and shoot me right then and there. But he still didn't know that I knew about him being one of the Uchiha Yakuza heirs.

"I—I—" I stuttered dumbly. He turned back around, hands on his hips, scowling at me deeply. He could've melted my face with that laser-like glare.

"I'm going to tell the head butler about this," he said coldly. I found that he was about an inch and a half taller than me. Not a nice position to be in.

"Yes, sir," I sighed. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Get back to work," he spat, walking off. Probably going 'somewhere.' I mimicked his mouth as I walked back to the study on the second floor. God, all he does is contradict me and yell at me…GAH, why can't he be like his older brother? WHY? WHY?

Itachi, on the other hand—though he scared me a little bit—treated me nicely and asked me for things POLITELY. I think Sasuke has something against me. MAYBE IT'S MY BLOODY PINK HAIR! It always annoyed people back in high school, and some of my classmates back at the University of Konoha. But, he had strange hair himself, so he can't do that to me.

Can he?

Going past that, I plotted many ways I could kill Uchiha Sasuke, or make him do something embarrassing. Sadly, he was too serious to fall for any pranks, but anyway:

1. BLEACH HIS HAIR WHILE HE'S ASLEEP.

2. Take his pistol and shove it up his nice-looking ass.

3. Tell him to shove his OWN pistol up his nice-looking ass.

4. Get Ash Ketchum and Pikachu to annoy him to bits. (Going back to my childish ways…)

5. Stab him repeatedly in the gut with a butter knife. (If that's not torture, then what is?)

6. Imagine myself as a ninja and him as the evil ninja and then I could throw shuriken at him. (Sigh…I always wish.)

7. Start my own yakuza (NOT HAPPENING!).

8. Leave my duster on the top bookshelf in my room, and have him come in, climb the ladder to get it, then I could knock it down and he could fall into the fireplace like…BAM. (Classic Road Runner…)

9. Have Itachi kill him and pluck his cold eyes out ONE BY ONE, making it quick and painful. (I see no point though, he'd still be ALIVE.)

10. The Venus flytrap in the garden eats ANYTHING.

Those glorious ways were too vague for me to use. Annoyed with myself, I began dusting a nice-looking sculpture, a tiny replica of the thinker.

"Sakura?" a calm voice said behind me. I turned around and Itachi stood there, smiling. Ah, finally, someone who's NICE in this place!

"Oh, hi, Itachi!" I said brightly, putting down the duster and bowing to him. "What's up?"

"I just need to ask you a little question," he said, closing the door behind him. I arched an eyebrow suspiciously. (Please, no gang rape for me.) But then, Itachi merely sat down on the couch, and gestured for me to sit in the one opposite to where he was. I warily sat down, closing my legs since I was wearing a skirt. (You know, a girl's got to have PROTECTION!)

"What is it?" I said nervously. He merely laughed. It was a cold, happy laugh. (Is that even possible?) I laughed along with him shakily, and my eyes began to dart around the room. The little lace bonnet on my head felt loose, and I tightened it out of plain nervousness.

"Did Kiba tell you anything about our family?" Itachi stopped laughing, staring at me, looking for the truth in my eyes. The red flecks in his pupils shone a little more than they usually did.

What was I going to answer? This was so sudden! CRAP. I wish I had a Ferrari and then I could zoom out of here.

"Uhm…" I began, mumbling a little bit. Itachi arched an eyebrow at me. He looked so dignified in his seat, which made me feel as low as the dirt I walk on every morning.

"I take that as a yes," he said, bemused. I gaped at him. He was enjoying this, wasn't he?

"Yeah," I blurted, "Is it all true?!"

Oh, God, that was the stupidest question I've ever asked in my entire life.

Itachi laughed again. GOD, will this guy stop ACTING AMUSED?!

"Yes, it is, Sakura," he said, folding his hands. I stared at him for a long time. There was a large amount of silence between us.

"So…how many people have you killed?" I asked stupidly. Wow…I'm such an IDIOT. DEAR GOSH.

"I can't keep up with the times," Itachi said, smiling a little. OH SHIT. ARE YOU SERIOUS?

"How many people have chicken as—I mean, Sasuke, killed?" I said, quickly correcting myself.

"Our tou-san says he hasn't the guts to even kill a single person," Itachi explained, and laughed when he saw my expression, "but he's killed about less than ten."

I felt like I couldn't breathe. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shitcakes.

"S-so…what was Naruto doing with Sasuke?" I stuttered. Itachi rolled his eyes.

"We're in alliance with the Uzumaki Family," he stated bluntly, "which I think is completely pointless."

"How pointless?" I said, confused.

"Well, for one, we have to split profits with that family every time we do a combined 'mission.'"

"And what kind of missions do you guys have?"

"I can't tell you that."

Silence.

Utter, freakish silence.

"Okay," I said, hurriedly getting up. Itachi stood up too, and gave me a cocky grin.

"You're going now?" he laughed. "No more questions?"

I shrugged, and said in a fast, harried voice, "I don't know, well, uh, well, ehm…"

"Just ask me anything before I go."

I thought for a moment. My heart slowed down a little bit from its quick pace of nervousness.

"Why did you guys give ME the job? I mean…there may have been OLDER, wiser women to take this job," I said anxiously. Itachi winked at me and walked to the door, his hand on the doorknob.

"Well, you were just close enough to Sasuke's age," he merely said, and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

I stared at where he just left.

What the hell did 'well, you were just close enough to Sasuke's age' mean?!

Later that Day

I had to go out and check on the garden every afternoon to make sure everything was okay, so that the wind or anything wouldn't ruin the plants.

I was busy checking on the cherry tree when a finger tapped my shoulder. I spun around and fell on my butt. The person standing over me began laughing. I rolled my eyes. This wasn't the second time I fell over in this place.

"Here's some tea," Kiba laughed, handing me a small saucer with a tiny teacup on it. I took it graciously, and he helped me up with a hand.

"Thanks," I mumbled, my voice echoing on the rim of the cup. Kiba looked around.

"This place looks better than it already does," he laughed. "Good job, Pink-head," he ruffled my hair. I choked on my tea and snorted.

"Pink-head?"

THE HELL!

I am a pink-head, but I get annoyed every time someone calls me that.

"Yeah, you really are a pink-head," he laughed, and walked back into the mansion, leaving me there.

What. An. Idiooooot.

He'll find his body-parts ground up into corned beef tomorrow. (Evil FACE TIME!)

UCHIHA SASUKE'S POV

She was completely stupid.

Stupid, but cute.

I'm cringing as I say these things.

I never really showed interest in girls; they'd always get in the way of my 'job.'

I, Uchiha Sasuke, am the son of the leader of the Uchiha Yakuza Family. My older brother, Itachi, is the heir.

How exciting. (Note the implied sarcasm.)

Well, I, Uchiha Sasuke, the son of the leader of the Uchiha Yakuza family, believe that our new maid is completely beautiful.

Well, not…'beautiful,' I just don't want to say the other word at this time, for it may show that I have an odd personality.

WHICH I DON'T. I have noted that, you will take NOTICE.

Having a cheery personality is not needed in a life like mine. NOT. Having a perverted personality is something different. I don't have that; maybe my brother does in his odd mind, but I really don't pay attention.

Having my father hire a new maid was such an impasse decision. I duly noted to him that hiring a new maid was completely pointless. And having a maid who was the same age as me?

Seems like my father was enjoying the Dating Game.

Well, Itachi was probably. My father would actually never let me 'date' a maid, domestic servant, et cetera.

Itachi always has fun partnering me up with people.

Up to this point, the candidates to be my…ahem…'partner…' have been:

1. Yamanaka Ino (I'm sorry, but no.)

2. That one actress. (I forgot her name.)

3. Hyuuga Hinata (Hello? Our families HATE each other.)

4. Sabaku no Temari (Who is now currently dating Nara Shikamaru, which is now making Yamanaka Ino jealous.)

5. Matsuri (I forgot her last name. Oh well.)

6. Misa Amane (A/N: …Death Note…ha…)

7. Some random girl who works at Kumabara Book Store…

8. My cousin on my mother's side; twice removed to the fifth power (That's how annoying my brother was.)

9. Uh…that one person back at Elementary School.

10. Uzumaki Naruto.

Yes, Uzumaki Naruto. JUST BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE GIRLS, DOESN'T MEAN I AM SEXUALLY CONFUSED. Stupid nii-san…

And now, it seemed, the new candidate was our new maid.

What was her name again…? Hmmm…oh, yeah, 'Haruno Sakura.'

Well, annoying nii-san, here's what I know of her:

She is very insolent.

She doesn't know her place.

She bleached my favorite suit, and for that, if she weren't our maid, I would've knocked her out and send her to Otogakure or something.

She looked so damn hot in that maid's outfit.

She has pink hair.

Green eyes.

Green eyes like brightly-coloured grass.

SHE BLEACHED MY FAVORITE SUIT. Not a good idea, baka.

She lived in downtown Konohagakure, the poor place.

Her name means 'Cherry Blossom.'

I can write 'Cherry Blossom' in Kanji. Very simple, actually.

Damn hot in that maid's outfit.

She's our new maid/gardener/thing.

Annoying.

Doesn't know anything about the yakuza life.

NOT a yakuza.

Skinny.

Did I mention she was so damn hot?

Many things could've described her, but I don't feel like mentioning them.

Because I don't feel like it.

"Sasuke!"

I looked up from my thoughts and turned around. Naruto was standing there, leaning against the small, black and shiny Volkswagen, smoking a cig.

"If you go on like that, you're surely going to lose air someday," I rolled my eyes. "Dobe."

"Teme. Like you haven't smoked before," Naruto threw the cigarette to one side and crushed it. I narrowed my eyes.

"When are we going in?" he questioned. I shrugged, and looked at my watch. I pulled out a cigar and Naruto threw the lighter to me, which I easily c aught.

"Six P.M."

We were parked in an alleyway by the Ichiraku Bar, a secluded, quiet place in the north-side of town. We were about to…well, I can't really tell you.

"And our target is…" Naruto said, nodding his head, trying to get the information from me. I snuffed out my cigar, and a soft smell breezed from the inside of the car, and up Naruto's nose. He sneezed. That idiot. He should've been used to it by now.

"Our target is a member of the Byakugan Yakuza," I said, leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes.

Byakugan—the Hyuuga family code name.

Mangekyou—the Uchiha family code name. 'Sharingan' would've been too obvious. It was our family's crest.

Bunshin? Uzumaki.

"Who is…?" Naruto said, trying to get on the edge. I stepped out of the car, and threw my cigar into the nearest trash can.

"Hyuuga Neji."

Naruto merely gaped at me.

"Are you serious?"

Actually, Naruto hated Hyuuga Neji with a supreme passion. His story had something to do with ramen, punches, calculus homework, and a very messy locker.

Idiot.

"Yes, baka, Hyuuga Neji."

"Okay," he grumbled, cracking his knuckles. "I can't wait to beat his sorry ass up—"

"—don't get out of control."

I always had to tell him that. I checked the gun holster on my right leg, and my favorite pistol was right there. It was a Chidori special. The Chidori Nagashi, one of the best chromes in the business.

I only used it just in case. And this was one of those 'just in case' –case scenarios.

"Five minutes," Naruto said, tapping his foot impatiently. "What's Hyuuga doing in here anyway?"

"Trying to sell contraband to the Shinrashin," I rolled my eyes, "They're another member of our alliance too, anyway. They shouldn't be in contact with the Byakugan."

Shinrashin—the Yamanaka family. Yamanaka Ino's father runs it.

"So we'll teach those people who don't listen to their employers," Naruto began, "That the Bunshin and the Mangekyou deal hard." He cracked his knuckles, giving me a feral grin.

"Idiot, don't rush in."

"Who did the Shinrashin send in?" Naruto said, now leaning against the brick wall of the exterior of the Ichiraku Bar.

"Yamanaka…Ino," I said coldly. I never liked that blond, strutting idiot girl.

Just then, my Rolex watch beeped: six o'clock.

Showtime.

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