By evening, Sakura had unpacked half her stuff, with her only furniture being a coffee table, two file-cabinets, and one bookshelf along with a small mat to sleep on. She had planned to go furniture shopping after getting the vibe of the room down. She was still unsure if she wanted to go traditional, modern, or classical.
The pink haired doctor was making herself tea when the door to her apartment opened to reveal a very grim looking Itachi.
"It's rude to enter someone else's apartment uninvited," she said simply as she poured her tea into the cup.
"What the hell is my stuff doing outside?"
"Why should it be inside?" she countered as she dropped a cube of sugar with a splat.
She could feel him wishing for her painful demise and torturous end as he propped the door open with one of her own textbook boxes and began to carrying his boxes back inside.
She pressed the porcelain cup to her lips as she watched him, trying to hide a wicked smile.
"There is no legal action that can be taken against this current situation and there are no vacant apartments in Konoha Square or within the city limits," he said dropping four large boxes in the living room.
"Mmmm, sucks for you," she said sipped her hot tea.
"No, my dear, it sucks for you," he retorted with a glare, "I suggest you not get mixed into a situation that you cannot handle."
"Oh, I think I'm handling it very well…I do believe that I'm not the one that's moving a truck load of boxes back into the apartment right now…oh wait, I haven't moved more than a box, your movers are exceptionally kind," even if she hid her expression, her tone of voice told it all.
When Itachi came back inside after bringing back a couple dozen boxes, he glared dangerously at her, "I will warn you now, I have no limits – I get what I want."
"Mmmm hmmm," she said sarcastically as though she was entertaining a child's wild imagination.
They didn't speak for the rest of the night till Sakura came out of her shower in her light pink pajamas and walked into the bedroom to find Itachi sitting on a mat on the floor with the computer propped up against his legs.
She looked around – her sleeping mat was missing, his obvious blue one was obnoxiously placed in the middle of the room.
"It's rude to enter a man's room unannounced," he said typing away at the keys.
"Where is my bed?" she asked.
"In the closet in the office, I figured it would be a better place for you."
"Well, you figured wrong," she said storming out the room and dragged her mat back in a few minutes later.
"I am sleeping here," he said glancing up from behind his glasses.
"And I am too."
"An unmarried woman sleeping in the same room as a man, have you no shame?" he teased coldly.
"I'm sorry, you were a man? I was blissfully unaware," she said placing her mat in the far corner by the glass wall that overlooked the bright city.
"Can you come up with anything that is not juvenile?"
"I'm afraid then you wouldn't understand me."
"An excellent defensive mechanism to your own density," he said clicking on something she couldn't see.
"Uh huh," she said waving her hand away as she looked around for her boxes that were in previously set in the bedroom, "moved my boxes too?"
"Who knows," he replied coolly as she walked out and clicked on all the lights in the office, searching for the box she had placed her dagger in.
When she walked back in, with a dagger in her hand, Itachi couldn't help from raising an eyebrow.
"What is that for?"
"I am going to be sleeping in the same room as you, right?" she said kneeling down in front of her bed and placing the weapon under her pillow.
"Girl, I will break you without laying a hand on you, don't worry."
"It's not 'Girl', my name is Sakura, and I am 31 for your information – far past girl-status."
"Must have been grueling."
"What?"
"All the plastic surgery," he said and before Sakura could insult him with a string of colorful curses for his misconception, his phone rang.
"Itachi," he answered.
"No."
"I have the reports."
"I am not going to accept an insanity plea, that's cheap."
"Yes."
Sakura glanced over her shoulder as she listened to the conversation, she had an idea that he was a lawyer but she wasn't sure what kind. She figured corporate suited his jerkish personality best.
"I will be in tomorrow."
"Yes, I've moved – I'm in Konoha Square now."
"Yes, goodbye."
Itachi shut the phone and turned his attention back to his computer as he accessed his email account to find the pictures of a previous case that had never been solved that might tie into his – at least that was what the detectives speculated.
Sakura opened her journal as she lay on her stomach and began to write about what a mean person Itachi was.
When she had finished her six page entry, she glanced up to find Itachi not in the room; she tried to stifle a yawn as she hid her journal under her mat by her legs and flopped back, turning to look out the window. The city looked beautiful from the 50th floor, when she glanced up at the glass ceiling, she could almost see a handful of stars.
There was no way in hell she was going to give up this apartment to that bastard.
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Itachi walked into the kitchen and jumped up skillfully onto the dark blue limestone island. With his legs hanging over the edge, he called his favorite contact – the only man that ever gave Itachi a mental challenge and even beat him in a game or five of chess.
"Shikamaru," a lazy voice answered.
"Itachi," Itachi replied, "I need a favor."
"Of course you do, I heard about the new discovery on the court case…man that one's a dozy."
"I'm not worried about that, I need you to look someone up for me."
"Oh? Figured out how to win the case already?"
"Of course."
"Hah, I'll come and watch if the boss doesn't have me chained to the desk. Now," he heard Shikamaru shift his position and his fast hands fly across a keyboard at lightning speeds, "who do you need me to look up?"
"Full report on Haruno Sakura. It's H-a-r-u-n-o."
"I know her, she was just in the papers…she's moving to Konoha Square."
Itachi frowned, Shikamaru should have known better than to suspect Itachi of reading the tabloids.
"I haven't heard of the Haruno name."
"Man, she's like a goddess in the medical field. My sister has read all her biographies, it's disturbing. She spent a few years on a team in France developing this fighting agent against 80 percent of diseases commonly found in third world countries. It's still going through regulatory shit but rumors say it will be legalized within a few months. She's also known for the pink tablet she created with the help of Tsunade, you heard of it?"
"No," Itachi was not amused; apparently the harlot was more of a saint than a sinner.
"It's this tablet that you put in water, again it was designed for third world countries, it neutralizes the water and kills all bacteria and virus that are inside it. I saw a medical documentary on it and it turned brown water crystal clear in seconds. They're currently testing it for side effects but they say it should go through easily. Although, Sakura is best known for her surgery, she's developed eight different techniques that are now standard in all hospitals….she's like a nerd's wet dream. One sec, let me pull up her contract."
Itachi waited patiently. To say that he had greatly underestimated the pink haired girl would be an understatement in itself.
"She has a contract with Konoha hospital starting tomorrow, with unlimited access to all equipment and she gets her own lab and assistant…but she's rejected the assistant. It says that her schedule is only set for surgeries every Friday, Monday, and any other day if it's an extreme case. She has ER duty on Tuesday and does rounds with the interns for two hours on Fridays, otherwise it seems all the other days she can spend in the lab doing whatever she pleases….and….hmmm, it says here that her first proposal is to work on a…damn…cure for melanoma."
"Are you sure we have the same person in mind?" Itachi asked calmly.
"I got her picture up here, pink hair due to a pigment disorder, natural green eyes, five foot two, and about a hundred and three pounds. Age 31. Same girl?"
"Yes."
"Have you met her?"
"Something like that, what is her association with the president?"
"President? Of this country?"
"Yes."
"One sec," Shikamaru replied as his fingers danced across the keyboard as he got inside the FBI listing. A few minutes later the hacker spoke again, "woah, crazy stuff here. Apparently president's twin's got a rare blood disease that was killing them slowly. It says here she had led up a team of scientist and they found the cure after two and a half weeks of straight labor and experiments and then performed surgery involving artery re-mapping. She completely cured both girls of the disease, and…it also says that the surgery she performed took seventeen hours on each girl and is considered one of the hardest surgeries to do without mechanical assistance, which she didn't even have. Damn, this girl's a medical prodigy."
Medical prodigy or not…she had to get out of his apartment.
He was never the type to play well with others.
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Sakura moaned as her NCIS theme song played through her alarm clock to wake her up, she slapped it shut and rolled over and slowly tried to open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that the glass walls and ceiling were darkened, making sure the morning light wasn't seeping through. The second thing she noticed was that Itachi's rudely placed mat was empty with his blanket folded at the foot of it.
Slowly she attempted to get up but then flopped back down.
She really didn't want to get up. She had an appointment at her new hospital at noon, but she set her alarm clock for 6 in the morning out of habit.
Stupid habit.
Her mind quickly went over the pros and cons of staying in bed or getting up. Getting up won.
She kicked her blanket off her and rolled over, the cold marble floor brought goosebumps to her warm skin and her eyes widened. She could have sworn that she had set the floors to medium heat…not ice cold. A polar bear would have caught hypothermia standing in her apartment.
She rolled back onto her bed, and growled; preppy douche-bag must have reset the temperatures, the only thing she was happy about was the fact that at least he kept the windows shaded. Growling a string of curses and wishes of mutilation to a certain inconsiderate someone, she took a deep breath and stood up, ignoring the numbing icy feeling in her feet. She needed to find the apartment remote.
Damn asshole.
She opened the door and walked down the hallway towards the incomprehensibly large open space of the living room. Up on the kitchen platform she saw Itachi in his black business suit, reading the newspaper while on the laptop on some website she wasn't able to make out.
"Good morning jackass," she muttered, noticing that the preppy-ass was wearing slippers.
"Whore," he greeted back as he turned the Konoha paper to the financial section.
The floor seemed to get colder with every single step; she snatched the apartment remote off the corner of the island and increased the temperature to "Medium Floor Heat".
"Cold?" he asked smugly without looking up from the paper.
She restrained herself from throwing the remote at his ugly face.
"I'm not a frigid ice bitch, like you," she replied walking around the island towards the stove where she expected to find her silver kettle. Instead there was a black one, which obviously wasn't hers. She went on her tippy toes as she opened the top black-stone plated cabinets looking for her kettle.
"Why up so early?" he baited her as he placed the newspaper down and turned all his attention to his laptop.
"Work," she snarled closing one door and opening another.
"I thought prostitutes preferred to work at night," he answered as he clicked the laptop pad.
"Har-har," she replied sarcastically, "where the hell is my tea-pot?"
"I did some house cleaning," he responded.
The desire to murder rose, that was her favorite kettle, its whistle was perfect right between loud enough to hear across the room and soft enough not to annoy. She grabbed one of his mugs and a tea packet from the table.
"It's rude to use other people's property without permission," he said closing his laptop while she poured the hot water into the mug.
"I am finding your existence extremely rude," Sakura countered as she lolled the teabag up and down and he placed his laptop into his business bag.
"Hn," he flashed her one of the cruelest smirks she had ever witnessed before walking off the kitchen platform, through the unfurnished living room and towards the door. He slid his slippers off and put on his Italian leather shoes, not bothering to give his roommate another look as he left.
"Bastard," she muttered as she took a sip of the tea. It tasted strange, and she took a big gulp while trying to discern the flavor. She carefully thumbed the tea paper at the end of the string.
Jasmine.
She raised an eyebrow as she took another large gulp trying to find the jasmine flavor in the tea and it tasted a bit too spicy to be jasmine. After a careful sip and a smack of her lips, her mouth began to sting. She sniffed the tea carefully and her mouth and throat began to burn.
She placed the mug down and inhaled deeply but that only increased the fire-like sensation inside her mouth. She quickly opened the fridge to try to find milk or ketchup, but instead was met with a plastic bag with bright red and green peppers on the top shelve.
Her eyes narrowed in realization, the asshole had boiled the hot peppers in the teapot.
"Fuck," she breathed out but it hurt even more, she turned on the cold water on the kitchen fossett and grabbed an empty cup and used it to help her gargle out the taste.
After five cups of gargling, spitting, and uncontrollable tearing, the burning sensation slightly subsided. She went into the master bathroom and grabbed the dark green Listerine bottle and began to wash her mouth out with it. She couldn't even taste it's normally too-minty flavor in her burning mouth.
That bastard was going to pay.
She went to shower, hoping a nice hot shower would calm her. It didn't. Her mood worsened even more when she had to spend over an hour searching through her boxes for her undergarments. In the end, she changed her into light brown cargo pants and a simple red blouse – at least going commando kept all unsightly panty lines away.
She tried to keep herself from taking deep breathes, her mouth still burned, as she checked the time; 3 hours until she had to be in for work, so she put on her red converse sneakers and walked outside. She was going to go get a large sweet muffin and bottle of milk to neutralize the effects on the capsicum-based spice the Prince of Darkness put in her drink.
Sakura was thinking over petty pranks she could play on him as she stepped out of the elevator and walked through the beautiful gold platted high ceiling lobby. She admired the 17th – 19th century paintings and Greek and modern sculptures, her anger slowly began dissipating from the beauty of the art. She had no skills in drawing or painting, but she knew how to appreciate and admire its aesthetic perfection.
"Good day, madam Haruno, will you be needing a taxi?" the doorman asked her as he opened the door for her.
"No, thank you," she glanced at his nametag, "Jon, have a good day."
"You too, madam, stay safe."
She nodded as she stepped out and fell in line behind a couple of chattering business women. She couldn't help on eavesdropping on the two fake-tanned blonde females.
"I wonder why it happened?"
"I think it's a prank."
"A prank? I doubt it, I mean its Konoha, I think it's an artistic statement."
"Bras and panties scattered all over the city is hardly an artistic statement."
"Is so! It says something, sex sells."
She stopped paying attention to the girls when she noticed her favorite cherry-blossom motif bra hanging on the windshield of a car. Then she saw her zebra-striped thong being stepped on by some fat man.
Her good-luck blue lace panties were hanging off a walk sign and her lime green glow in the dark rave bra hung off a Stop sign. She had no doubt they were hers…they were signed by Bon Jovi!
Her anger multiplied to unimaginable levels as she continued to see her delicates scattered all over the world's most popular square. It was going to be on the news for crying out loud! Tsunade was definitely going to see it on the television, and she could only imagine Naruto walking out of his dojo and seeing her bunny print panties hanging off his "Welcome" sign.
Right on cue…her phone rang.
She inhaled sharply, trying to calm her anger – the torturous burning in her mouth had nothing on her explosive temper.
"Hello," she growled.
"Oh my god, that is your underwear!" her best friend, Ino shouted into her phone, "It's all over MTV!"
"Fuck, did Tsunade see?" Sakura wanted to cry.
"Everyone in the hospital saw, Tenten from Suna called me…she remembered us purchasing those handcuff panties during the bachelorette party. She thought they were mine…but of course I told her I was still working in Slug Hospital."
"Did you tell her I was in Konoha?"
"It slipped," she lied.
"God," Sakura muttered.
"What happened? Wild night?"
"I have a psycho for a roommate."
"Found your long lost twin?" Ino countered with a chuckle.
"No, Itachi Uchihla if that means jack shit to you."
"Woah, bullshit. The Itachi Uchihla!"
"Yes," Sakura hissed.
"That's Sasuke's brother!"
"Naruto's boyfriend?"
"Mmm hmm!"
"I don't think I liked him much either," Sakura said hating every single person who was related to Itachi.
"You didn't like anyone while you were in medical school; I think we stopped being friends about thirteen times."
"Ino…I don't need this, I need to kick the bastard out of my apartment."
"Wait – you're living with Itachi! You were being serious? What the hell!"
"I'm not living with him because I want to!" Sakura shouted causing nearly ten people turned to glance judgmentally at her but she flipped them all off and continued talking in a lowered tone, "there was a document mix up and both of our names are on the lease."
"Do…Do you not have a clue who the hottie known as Itachi is?"
"He's every single villain who ever lived in both reality and the world of fiction. He is the disfigured character of –"
"Sakura! He's a knight, a prince charming!"
"Wha-what?"
"Well…technically, he was knighted by the Queen a few years ago. He's been on like a billion magazine covers. He used to be this hotshot detective in Suna and then Kiri, like think James Bond mixed with Sherlock Homes."
"Stop exaggerating…"
"I am not! He is like…the perfect guy, he moved back to Konoha a few months ago working as a lawyer. The dude's like…a crime solving stud and rumor has it he'll be the next D.A. His dad is the Prime Minister of some other country, I don't remember but the dudes a hottie too and his mum is this crazy international lawyer who owns a chain of hotels. Her name's Mikoto and she's, like, pretty much responsible for globalization."
"Ugh, Ino…I don't care about the idiots who birthed him…I just desperately want to kill and maim him, he's a fucking jackass."
"Bullshit! I read all his interviews! He's like the biggest heartthrob on the planet! He's so sweet!"
The pinkhaired doctor couldn't take it anymore. She had to make it a rule for any nice words about Itachi to never be spoken in her presence.
"I have to go, Ino, I'll call you later," Sakura said snapping her phone shut while trying to calm her twitching eye.
Ohhhh, she was going to get back at Itachi….the bastard was going to suffer.
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