Sakura awoke feeling slightly hungover, and although she had yet to open her eyes she knew that she was not in her own bed. It made her feel strangely nostalgic of back home and her friends. She made a mental note to call them later before rubbing her sleep crusted eyes and sitting up. No lights were on but the morning sun seeped through the windows lighting the room with a warm glow. The room was definitely Naruto's, she didn't know anybody else who would paint their room orange There was hardly any furniture except for a desk and an oversized bean bag chair facing a television. Clothes were scattered everywhere and she noticed that both Ino and Naruto were sprawled on the floor. Quietly Sakura pushed the covers off herself and crawled out of bed.
Sakura looked around the messy floor and spotted her heels neatly placed at the foot of the bed, she silently shared a satisfied laugh with herself, she was even neat when she was drunk. Sakura pulled her dress over her head and replaced it with an oversized shirt and a pair of boxers that she found neatly folded on Naruto's desk. Sakura slipped on her shoes and crept to the door. Sakura stepped outside and found herself in a lengthy hallway with several closed doors. Sakura snuck around the house a bit before finding a bathroom, she drank some water from the sink faucet and washed her makeup off. She needed to get home; the rest of the Uchiha family would be arriving in less than 2 hours. Calling Sasuke for a ride was an option, but she doubted he would come and get her. Even if he did, the idea of being alone in a car with him made her nervous. Her second option wasn't the most desirable method of transportation, but it was better than facing Sasuke.
The subway smelled like day old piss and the men that leered at her put her on edge. One man had even tried to flirt with her, gross. Sakura nibbled at her nails, it was her worst habit. Maybe she should have gotten a ride? Too late, the subway whooshed past and blew a few strands of hair in her face, brushing them out of the way she stepped inside the nearest car. The subway doors closed behind her and Sakura proceeded to sit as far away from the rest of the passengers. She was in no mood to be talked to, and although it was unlikely that anybody on the subway would talk to her she didn't want to take chances. Sakura curled up against the corner and used her dress as a pillow, placing Ino's heels neatly beside her. Maybe a short nap? It could be possible, there were eight stops before hers and she was tired. Closing her eyes Sakura snuggled herself deeper into the corner and let herself drift off.
Kakashi did not like taking the subway. Being underground made him feel trapped and skittish. He preferred to walk or take the bus that way if an earthquake were to happen he wouldn't be crushed by the heavy concrete ceiling looming above him. Desperate times called for desperate measures though, and after getting off the phone with a very furious and slightly drunk Tsunade he knew that taking the subway would get him faster to her office. She had been prattling on about unfinished paperwork and demanded that he come to her aid instantly. Kakashi sighed irritably he might be late on a regular basis but saving all her paperwork the day before school the new school year was just absurd, especially because she was Konoha high schools principal.
The arrival of the subway pulled him from his thoughts and he stepped in, instantly recognizing a tousled mop of pink hair. His lips twitched minutely and he sauntered over to sit in the row adjacent to hers. She was sleeping soundly and took no notice of him; perhaps it was for the best. Kakashi made no move to wake her but instead took a moment to look at the strange girl up close. She was much smaller than he imagined and he speculated that she was only 5'3 at most. Her limbs were thin and she had managed to curl her petite frame completely onto one seat. Kakashi curiously wondered where she was going. He looked at her face and noticed that her eyelashes were pink, being of strange hair color himself he was quite thrilled to know that her natural hair color was pink, a color that rivaled his own in uniqueness. Kakashi silently watched her for a few more stops before exiting the subway, he was still not excited to see Tsunade but perhaps this small coincidence would make his visit a little more tolerable.
The subway came to an abrupt halt and the velocity jerked the girl forward awakening her from her slumber. Sakura's eyes flew open and she immediately looked up to the subway map on the wall. She let herself slump down again but began slipping on her shoes, the next stop was hers. The subway pulled up to the station smoothly and she exited the car. Sakura calculated that the short walk to the Uchiha house hold would take her around 10 minutes, she glanced at the large digital clock above her head, she would get home at 2:00 exactly which would give her about an hour to prepare for the arrival of the rest of the Uchiha family. Sakura quickened her pace; maybe if she walked a little faster she could make it in five.
The first part of the walk was relatively uneventful, she had covered more ground than she thought she would and was relatively pleased with herself. Then she reached Sasuke's street. It was just her luck that Sasuke lived in a closed gated community, why she didn't think about this dilemma in the fist place slipped her mind completely. She was momentarily plagued with indecision but quickly realized that the fence was a small obstacle compared to the year long shame she would harbor if she gave the renowned Uchiha family a bad first impression. Hiking up her dress and slipping the heels through the gate she grabbed onto the bars and began hoisting herself up. Climbing a fence wasn't so bad, as long as nobody was bellow her. Just as she was at the top of the fence with her bare legs straddling the top of it, a black sports car with tinted windows turned onto the street and stopped. So there she was in her mini dress pulled up all the way to her ass hoping a fence into a community that she didn't even live in and some person was sitting in their million dollar car waiting for her to stop flashing them so she could walk the rest of the way home wallowing in embarrassment. The situation could not get any worse.
Boy was she wrong. The door to the car opened slowly and out stepped Sasuke in all his god like glory. There was an awkward silence before Sakura cleared her throat "So do you think you could maybe like" she took a deep breath, she was so low right now "give me a ride?" She bit her lip in anticipation and he stared at her emotionlessly "hn" was all he said before entering back into his car and closing the door. She felt her temper flare, what a douche! Quickly she swung her leg over the fence and jumped, angrily pulling her shoes back on and stomping up the street. She heard the gate open behind her and the car pulled up beside her, Sasuke had the window rolled down "you gonna get in or not?" She thought about refusing for a moment before squishing the petty idea "yeah"
The two of them didn't talk for the short car ride and Sakura was grateful for it, she felt like liquid fire was burning under her skin. What type of person would do that? Hn she mimicked in her head, what type of fucking answer is that? A douche bag answer voice in her head said. Sasuke was on completely different note. He wasn't even thinking about the little interaction he had just experienced with the fuming pinkete, it was amusing, yes, but he had bigger fish to fry. His parents were coming home and what was worse his brother was coming home too. Thinking about having to be in the same room as Itachi made his grip tighten on the steering wheel until his knuckles paled. He swerved into the driveway angrily and got out slamming the car door behind himself. Sakura was quick on his heels and he didn't bother to close the front door to the house, she would close it for him.
Sakura found refuge in a hot shower and a clean pair of clothes. The shower was much shorter then she would have liked but she was on a tight time budget and she still wanted to put her hair in curlers. Her mom had once told her that if she wanted to impress someone to style her hair "it's the first thing people notice about you Sakura so you might as well make it look nice" she could hear her mothers voice as she pinned her hair and it made her smile. While her hair was in rollers she pulled on a nice skirt and her favorite shirt. She was finished getting ready quicker than she thought and had ten minutes before they would arrive. She felt her stomach growl and headed down to the kitchen, she was craving some waffles. Sakura's favorite meal of the day was breakfast and she had missed it, brunch would have to do. Her phone buzzed mutely and Sakura pulled it from her pocket, the caller id read Naruto.
"Hey Sakura where are you? Are you okay?" Naruto's voice was raspy and deep and she could hear Ino complaining in the background.
"Yeah I'm fine I just left early because Sasuke's parents are coming home today and I didn't want to make a bad impression" Sakura held the phone to her ear with her shoulder and put some toast in the toaster They didn't have any waffles, she would have to get herself some later.
"Wow you left so early, here Ino wants to talk to you" the phone crackled while Naruto passed the phone
"Hey girl, did you have fun last night?" Sakura pulled the toast from the toaster and grabbed a knife and the butter
"Yeah I did" the two of them chatted for a bit more before Ino decided she needed a shower.
Sakura set the phone down on the counter and transferred the buttered toast onto a clean plate; she cleaned and put away the knife and butter. All her hard work went to waste a few seconds later. She wasn't a jumpy person by nature but turning around and walking into a tall ominous boy wasn't exactly calming. She jerked her hands into the air flinging the toast high above them, it was like slow motion as she watched the very butter saturated toast fall slowly and then smack Sasuke smearing a healthy stain across his shirt. "oh shit I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I can wash your shirt it-" Sasuke looked down at her with complete annoyance. "It's fine Sakura its just a shirt" Her mouth closed instantly and she nibbled the corner of her mouth before bending down to pick up the pieces. Sasuke shrugged the shirt over his shoulders and wiped up the stains on the floor. "What are you doing?" Sakura looked up and swallowed hard, he wasn't wearing a shirt she could feel her face start to heat up "you shouldn't use your shirt" he shrugged "Its okay I have more, I was going to throw it away anyway" He stood up and leaned over her to throw the shirt in the trash. She couldn't stop staring, he was so muscular, every movement he made brought to attention another mouthwateringly perfect thing about him. "You should be more careful next time" Sasuke's voice snapped her from her daze and she stood up mentally reprimanding herself "yeah sorry about that" she couldn't believe she had just been staring at his chest, why couldn't she breathe evenly? She felt like an idiot. Sakura forced herself to look him in the eye "ill be more careful next time" he eyed her strangely "Hn" and left. All feelings of giddy lust left her immediately, that word again, she hated it. "Idiot" she muttered.
Sasuke wasn't an idiot, far from it. Although having to change shirts was a bit of a hassle for him it wasn't anything too strenuous, and he had gotten a little entertainment form the dramatics that the pinkette went through. But being called an idiot behind his back did not settle well with him. Who did this girl think she was? The way she treated him made him want to put her in her place, nobody talked to him like that, nobody called THE Sasuke Uchiha an idiot. But something stopped him, her attitude was infuriating, but if he didn't have it then what would he have? He would have whatever he wanted, no boundaries or indicators of how far he was, and so he let it go. Sasuke had decided that she would be the only exception to his all consuming wrath, because she was the only one to ever stand against it. The strange sensation of being told no was almost satisfying, he smirked.
The bell rang loudly and the door swung open without a moment's hesitation. "We're home!" a woman's voice rang cheerily through the large house.