Please read the authors note at the end of the chapter! Thank you in advance.
Warning: Language.
Technically both women were wrong. It didn't take him an hour; it didn't take him two. No. The insufferable man took more than 3 hours to return from his phone call! More than three long hours in a stuffy office, sitting in those uncomfortable chairs with the high backs that made Sakura's bottom hurt. Seriously, if Kakashi had not been a longtime friend of the family's, he would have lost his job a very long time ago. Don't get her wrong, Sakura loved the man, he was the closest thing she's had to a father since her early years of childhood and her also just happened to be Sakura's god father, but his tardiness and infuriating shenanigans were too much to handle at times.
As soon as she heard the soft click of the door opening Sakura twisted in her chair, now sitting on her knees, and whipped her flats at man entering the room. "There you are, you stupid pervert! I thought you said you weren't going to read that damn porno of yours!" she shouted, fixing him with a harsh glare. Her mother scolded her from the seat next to her, but she ignored it as she stared the man down, a mean glint in her eyes. It wasn't until she heard a quiet snicker that most definitely did not come from Kakashi did she notice that he did not walk in alone, but with two very tall males with him. Her first instinct was to apologize and hide her head in shame, years of etiquette classes telling her it was the proper thing to do, but then she remembered that she no longer needed to play the part of a proper lady. Instead she only held herself with more confidence under the watchful eyes of the newcomers.
"Did I not promise you my dear that I would not disappear to read?" Her father figure said with his usual fake smile.
"Yeah, but you also promised you would only be twenty minutes and that was," She pulled her phone out of the top of her dress and glanced down at the time before fixing her glare on him once again. "three hours and thirty-eight minutes ago. So you better start explaining old man!"
"This here is Madara Uchiha." Sakura perked up at the last name, it sounded very familiar to her but she couldn't remember where she heard it before. "One of his many cousins is a very good friend of mine from childhood." He gestured to the older of the two males. The first thought that ran through her mind as she looked him over was that she wanted to brush his hair. His dark mane was a wild mess, though still looked very well taken care of, and was impossibly long, the tips brushing against his rear. It looked nice next to the red of his button up shirt, which was left mostly unbuttoned and stretched taunt against his broad shoulders. and made his already fair skin look a few shades lighter in comparison. Though it was obvious he was her mother's age at the very least, she couldn't help to think he was very handsome, must have been particularly popular with the ladies when he was younger. And the way he held himself practically screamed professional, though with an underlying layer of playful naughtiness. "Madara is a manager for his nephew Itachi's band, and this is Itachi."
Her attention turned to the other male. It was obvious the two were related, they had the same dark hair and sinfully corrupted eyes, but the younger man, who could be no more than five years her senior, decided to take a different approach with his appearance. While though wild, his uncle still looked professional while the younger man looked anything but. His hair was nearly as long, reaching the lower half of his back, and was a lot smoother and shinier, but it was shaved on the one side. He was rather tall, at least a full head taller than her, and on the slimmer side with narrow hips and some definition in muscle, at least from what she could see through the thin black sweater he wore which showed a small peek of a tattoo. From her spot across the room she could tell his ears were stretched with a crescent tapers and had several other ear piercings she couldn't distinguish from this distance. His thin lips were pierced with snake bites, black hoops, and had silver studs on each nostril. Following up the path of his nose at the very end was a silver bar through his bridge which only brought attention to his best feature in her opinion: his eyes. They were surrounded by beautiful thick lashes and they reminded her of the color of the sky on a moonless night. Even if she were mere inches from his face she felt she would not be able to distinguish between the iris and the pupil.
As her eyes roamed over the younger male, his looked her over too, at least as much of her as he could see from his spot behind the tall chair she was kneeling on. He couldn't help but think that the woman looked a lot smaller in person. If it were not for the fact that she was wearing one now, he would have assumed it was those ridiculous dresses and skirts she always wore that made her look plumper on television. Maybe what they say is true, the camera adds ten pounds. With a mental shrug he continued his scrutiny until they locked eyes.
It was her mother who pulled her from their stare down by poking her in her ribs, a particularly ticklish spot for her, which earned a small squeal as she swatted away her hand. She gave them a polite smile in greeting but otherwise stayed quiet, wary of the two newcomers.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances." Mebuki, ever the polite women said with a small bow to the two men. "It brings me great joy to be meeting such esteemed individuals." So they were members of the elite too, no shocker there with their aristocratic looks.
"Okay so we know their names now, but that doesn't explain what took you so damn long!" The youngest member of the room hissed, glaring down her manager as he walked to his desk. Once he sat down she twisted her body and collapsed into the chair, her legs now thrown over the side, her feet kicking back and forth. "Explain yourself old man! Or I swear to Kami that I will find each and every one of your damn books and I will burn them while you watch." The threat earned her a look of pure horror from the silver haired gentleman.
"You were right Kakashi, she is a little firecracker." The elder Uchiha agreed with his velvety voice. "It must have been very difficult for you be the sweet doll the media wanted you to be." He was looking down at her with an amused expression, clearly enjoying her attitude. He himself has seen a few of her interviews as most have, but he much preferred this version over the little doll on those talk shows.
"You have no idea!" She let her body slide out of the chair and onto the floor, scooching her butt closer to her mother's feet, said woman nudging her with her knees for her behavior. "Please Uchiha-sama, take my seat." She offered, finding the floor more comfortable than those damn chairs anyways.
"So polite to your elders, ah, if only Ita-chan was as considerate as you are." With a polite smile he took the seat offered to him as his nephew stood to his left, glaring down at the older man for referring to him such a childish manner. "And please, call me Madara. We are going to be seeing a lot more of each other after all."
Both the woman in the room exchanged confused looks before looking over to the silver haired manager. "What does he mean by that Kakashi?" Mebuki asked, her tone betraying her obvious uneasiness at involving others in something so personal "What are you not telling us?" It was odd for him to keep things from them, no matter how small and trivial of a matter it was.
"So the princess doesn't even know?" Itachi asked with a smirk, clearly amused by the situation. Oh this was going to be interesting.
"Don't call me princess." The pinkette snapped, sneering at the man from her spot on the floor.
"See, I don't think that is going to happen princess."
"Do you want to go metal face?" Sakura was on her feet in an instance, glaring harshly at the man. "Because I'll rip each one of those piercings out of your face and believe me it won't be pretty. Might even scar that thing you call a face." She threatened with a sadistic smile. She knew she was being a little too hostile towards the man, but really it was all Kakashi's fault. If he didn't take so damn long to get back she wouldn't be this hungry or cranky. So with little to no food in her stomach she was just a ticking time bomb. So yeah, all Kakashi's fault.
"Sakura! Behave yourself young lady!" Her mother hissed, grabbing on to her arm, trying to coax the girl back down into a sitting position as the other Uchiha watched with a very amused smirk.
"You should listen to your mother princess. Besides, is this any way to treat your boyfriend." The younger male watched with sick satisfaction as her face went from anger to utter shock then all color drained from her face only to turn bright red seconds later making a complete circle back to anger.
"BOYFRIEND?!"
Sorry for the delay everyone. I meant to get this finished sooner but life got in the way you know? But have no fear! I have not forgotten about all of my lovely readers!
So I now Sakura seemed a little bit snippy for no reason in this chapter but honestly if you had to wait for someone for more than three hours without any food when they promised they would be back in twenty minutes I think you would be snippy too.
Now I want to let you know that I did not make Itachi's appearance the way that I did just for the sake of it or just because that's what a stereotypical rocker looks like or whatever. I wrote his appearance to reflect this fan art I saw of Itachi and Kisame that actually inspired me to write this fanfiction. If I can find the original artist I plan on asking them if I could use it as cover art for this story.
I originally planned for this to be longer but since it has been almost a week now since I last updated I cut it off here so no one thought I had already abandoned this.
Which brings me to my next question. What would you as readers prefer? Would you prefer short chapters but with quick updates or would you prefer that I write out longer chapters and delay them for a little?
Anyways, I hope you are all enjoying my story and I would really like to hear your thoughts and opinions.
Until next time lovelies!