Creature Feature Deki Café

Uchiha Itachi: risqué

It was another late start day, which meant Sakura didn't have to be at work until late afternoon. It also meant that she could sleep in, snuggled between her fluffy comforter and cozy blankets. After a long night at work, catering to a perverted author with an eye patch, she needed the rest. The sun had risen over an hour ago, and tiny streams of light filtered through her closed curtains into her dark, warm room. Thankfully, those rays of light couldn't reach the dozing girl and wake her from her deep slumber. Unfortunately though, that didn't mean something else wouldn't.

Her front door is picked open, a paper clip bent straight and toothpick was sticking out of her lock. She obviously didn't hear it; her head was under her baby blue pillow. Slowly, the door pushed open as the intruder carefully took into her humble abode. With each careful step, the stranger closed the door shut, quietly, and proceeded to make his way down the hall. The figure stopped for a second, looking up at the pictures hanging on the wall and smiled. Some of family and some of friends, but all together they told a story.

The stranger tore his eyes away from the wall of pictures and continued walking down the hall. Once in a while, he would stop to look into a room, checking to see if his intended target was in there. Four rooms later, the only one he hadn't checked yet was the one all the way at the end. The door was slightly open and a yellow stream of light made its way out into the dark hallway. With a feral grin, he made his way to the door and sneaked a peek inside. There, lying underneath the mass of blankets and pillows was a tiny lump.

Bingo, prey was been detected. Set lasers from stun, to pounce.

With a gentle push, the door slowly swung open and the intruder crawled inside on all fours. Thankfully, her floor was carpet and didn't make those obnoxious creaking noises like wooden ones. Makes stalking and spying all the more easy. He stood on his knees, right beside her queen sized bed and took a big whiff of air. His eyes fluttered shut, her smell was all over the place and it smelt wonderful, like lilac and honey. He rested his head on the mattress and gripped the bed sheet, her scent was all over the place and he just couldn't get enough of it.

Suddenly, a rustle under the covers caught his attention and he quickly leaned straight back. He heard some grumbling and a tiny moan as she turned her body towards him, face still under her over stuffed pillow. Her hand was hanging loosely out in the open, bent in an awkward position. Her fingers twitched and moved, like they had a life of their own, as she searched for something lost in a sea of blankets.

She's so cute…

It took all his will power to not jump in and snuggle into her warmth. He was a man possessed! (Or obsessed, as the teme liked to put it. But so was he!) Ever since that faithful meeting all those nights ago, okay so it had only been two days since he last saw her, he'd been hooked. Her smile was endearing, and it made him feel like he was the most special person in the whole world. Or perhaps it was her eyes, those glimmering verdant orbs that were solely focused on him and no one else.

It may have been her job to purposely flirt and shower attention on him, but on a deeper level, he felt like she was enjoying it too. Unlike those other Deki maids who moved, acted, and felt like robots; Sakura was real. His hand snaked its way through the sheets and nimbly touched her hand. Yep, she felt real. Real soft, real nice. Her skin felt like silk, it was smooth but also scarred. He saw little scratch marks here and there, but he didn't mind. It made her all the more human.

Unfortunately though, one of those scars happened to be very sensitive. It rested on top of her second knuckle and was a rusted red. His middle finger accidently brushed against it, which sent a major shock wave through her nerve bundles. Instantly, she shot up and gasped, clutching her hand to her heart. Her wide eyes scanned the room once over and let out a sigh of relief. For a second there, she had surely thought someone snuck in, but blew it off as an accident. Her hand must have just rubbed against the mattress by accident; there was no way someone could get into her well secured house.

But as she lied back down on her bed again and closed her eyes. She stayed like that for a few seconds before jumping of her warmth zone and fell flat on her butt. An ear piercing screamed ripped through the room as she pointed an accusing finger at her masked intruder, who was watching her with obvious amusement.

"Just who the hell are you?"

This wasn't the appropriate time for questioning! She had to subdue him and bound his limps before interrogating him! Quickly, she ran to her drawer and opened the first bin, grabbing a pair of black gloves and putting them on. She flexed her fingers into a tight fist.

"I don't know who you are, but you picked the wronghouse to break into!"

At this, she crouched into a very threatening taekwondo stance that would ensure some broken bones in the next few seconds. Noticing this, the intruder immediately got up and waved his hands in front of him frantically.

"W-wait, Sakura-chan it's me!"

Hold the phone, did she know that voice?

"Naruto?"

He tore off this black mask and grinned, "Yep!"

Within a second, she was in front of him and bonked his head with a hard fist.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ow…" He rubbed his aching head and sat on the bed, "Well…I missed you! I haven't seen you for a while and I just couldn't wait to see you again! I've been real busy lately so I can't go to the café as often as I used to."

"Naruto, the last time you saw me was two days ago. You can't just brake into someone's house just because you miss them! This is against the law you know! Even if you are rich and powerful, I can still have you arrested!" She looked positively ferocious standing there and yelling at him with her tiny hands on her tiny hip. But beside all that, she was such a dream.

"Y-you're not going to turn me into the cops are you?"

He pouted rather cutely, looking more like a lost puppy rather than some idiot millionaire. Sakura rolled her eyes and rubbed the temple of her nose.

"No, I won't turn you in."

"Thanks, you're the best!"

"But, you are paying for a new lock because I just know you broke mine!"

Great, just great. Her plan of sleeping in until late afternoon and a quick stop at the coffee shop just totally went down the drain in less than a second. Instead, she was stuck entertaining wonder boy until she had to leave for work. As took her gloves off and carefully stowed them away in her dresser drawer, something clicked inside.

"Naruto, how the hell do you know where I live?"

"Uh…" He brought his two index fingers together and smiled sheepishly, "I sort of, kind of hired a private detective to follow you around and find out where your house is."

She felt a vein pop, "You…hired someone to stalk me?"

"No! I just wanted to know where you live! So I can stop by every now and then to…you know…chat." He smiled so sweetly, like he hadn't just broken into her house or admitted the fact that some had been tailing her clueless ass for quite some time.

"Naruto…"

"Hey, I'm not the only one who did it, teme hired someone too!"

"Who's 'teme'?"

"Sasuke," The blonde growled, "He still hasn't soaked in the fact that you're my girlfriend now.

Oh hell no.

Haruno Sakura was a woman. Not just any woman. A strong, intelligent, and fiercely independent woman with a mean streak. She wasn't a trophy, an object, or a toy. And as her pet fish as her witness, she was not going to become some pretty girl some rich bastard could have. With her shoulders square and feet planted on the floor, she gave Uzumaki the coldest glare she had ever mustered up. It was the one that sent people running away with their tails between their legs. However, the class dunce just sat there with a curious look on his face.

"Listen to me," Gosh, she sounded angry, "I am not your girlfriend, alright? I will never me your girlfriend. I am not some object you people can fight for, got that? I am not interested in establishing a relationship with people who hire others to stalk me. If I were to be involved with someone, I want them to be normal. Now that I have had my say, I suggest you leave before I lose my temper and dropkick your ass into next week!"

To any sane person who wasn't hopelessly in love with the pink haired girl, they might have heeded her warning and bolted for the door. But this was Naruto. The ramen eating, bathroom peeping, love struck fool. Sure, he heard every word she had just said. But it went through one ear and right out the other in a matter of seconds. Instead, his attention was solely focused on her lush pink lips. Without even thinking, he was at her side and hands on her waist. Her eyes were as huge as balloons; he just popped her personal bubble and was now asking for a personal whoop ass.

"Let me-"

But before she could get another word in, his mouth had conveniently placed over hers. If it wasn't for her morning breath, she would have tasted divine. It was like he just tasted heaven for a second, or angel food cake. He pulled her closer until his body was pressing against hers in a very intimate hug.

As his wandering hands groped every part of her body that wasn't covered in ducky pajamas, Sakura, slightly dazed, grabbed her curling iron and smacked him right across the head. He fell back with a yelp and she wobbled around until her back hit the wall behind her.

"Damn it Naruto!"

Despite the fact that he could very well be suffering a concussion, he smiled.

"Hey Sakura-chan, you're breath stinks in the morning. But even still, I'd kiss you all over again."

"Do you have a will?"

He quirked his eyebrow, "Yeah, why?"

"Do you already have names of people who will inherit all your possessions if anything were to happen to you?"

"Yeah…I don't understand, what're you talking about?"

She cracked her knuckles, "Because Naruto; I'm going to kill you!"

The sound of Naruto's girlish screaming could be heard throughout the neighborhood complex.

"But Sakura-chan!"

Said woman stopped dead in her tracts, right in the middle of the busy sidewalk and spun on her heels until she was face to face with her blonde nuisance, "No Naruto! You cannot come to work with me."

"Why not?" Honestly, his voice was whinier than her best friend Ino's. And she was whiny.

"One, because you bother me. Two, it's my job. And three, because no boys are allowed."

He pouted, "But that annoying Daemon kid's always there!"

"That's because he owns the place! Now, if you don't let me get to work on time I will kick your ass until you see stars!"

As she quickly scurried away, he shouted over his shoulder, "I'll take you home after work!"

At this point, she didn't know whether to laugh at his enthusiasm or cry from frustration. Either way, she was going to be stuck with him for a very, very long time.

Phantom was shaking.

Daemon was worried.

He glanced over to his anxious wife and felt the need to take her completely in his arms and sooth her until all her troubles were gone. But seeing as how they were in front of her, he wasn't allowed to do such a thing. Ghost hated affection and would try at all costs to avoid such feelings and emotions. Instead, he grabbed her hand from under the table, making sure their boss didn't see, and rubbed her palm with his thumb. She smiled lightly, but her eyes remained focused on the computer screen.

"Ghost, I don't know what to say."

The little girl, hidden beneath a silver scarf and black hood merely shrugged.

"You don't have to say anything," Her voice was still as soft, maybe even softer as a result from the accident, "I just need you to do it."

"But why her? She has a life outside this shop; she has a family and friends who care deeply for her. If you take her away, you'd be breaking more than one heart."

"I have to agree with Phantom. Those other girls we took, they didn't have a life before they came to the café. They were abandoned, alone, no home or anything to keep them alive. Sakura-san is different, and this job for her is only temporary."

Ghost cocked her head to the side, "Are you going against my orders?"

Even if her tone was still and calm, it sent a foreboding shiver down both their spines. They knew what it was like to be at the receiving end of her wrath and neither had any plans at being there again. Phantom, being the braver of the two raised her chin a little higher.

"Please, we're begging you. Don't do this, not to her at least."

"But…I like her."

It was very rare for their boss to have an interest in anything other than running the café. And when someone caught her eye, she would do just about anything to have it. Even going so far as to break her own arms or tearing her opponent's eyes out.

"There are other girls…"

"I don't want other girls," On the other end of the screen, Ghost lifted her laptop and brought it close to her face, so that they may see the cruelty and viciousness in her dark, magenta eyes, "You both know better than to test my patience. I want Sakura. And you both will get her for me. Wipe her memory, transform her, and send her to me. That's all."

The screen went blank and all was silent.

Phantom stood and sat in her husband's lap, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He rubbed gentle circles on her back and rested his cheek on top of her head.

"Are we doing the right thing? Taking these girls and changing them into…into 'robots'?"

"They're not robots, they're still human beings."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, as human as a rock. They have no personality, no life in them. It's repulsing to watch them take orders so casually."

He kissed her forehead, "We saved them from a life of poverty and prostitution. We did them a favor. Now dry your eyes, dinner hour is starting soon."

"Carry me to my office, please."

Because he was a sucker for his wife's childish whiny voice that she used to get what she wanted, he complied and lifted her up. She leaned into his ear and whispered something he almost missed.

"We're going to free Sakura, before it's too late."

"Ah, Sakura-san, a pleasure to see you again." Bou bowed and handed her an envelope.

"T-thanks, Bou."

She warily took the letter and forced a smile. There was just no way she was just going to forget everything in one whole night. She still remembered the newspaper and the fact that the woman standing before her was supposedly kidnapped. Quickly, she maneuvered her way around the busty blonde and scurried past the other maids, in case they too were missing persons, and made her way to the dressing room.

Plopping down on a cushion chair, she let out a breath of air she didn't even realize she was holding, and ripped open the creamy yellow envelope. Pulling out the three sets of papers, she realized that they were instructions for that night's dinner. In very neat cursive, written in crimson ink, Phantom carefully explained in full detail of her guests and his accompanying friends.

Dearest Pup a.k.a Sakura,

This is your awesome possum boss, Phantom.

I apologize that I cannot personally tell you who you are serving or properly instruct you at the moment. I'm quite busy actually, business has surprisingly gone up and Daemon and I are in the process of accommodating new financers and securing spots for some of more famous guests. Unfortunately in this day and age, money gets you the bests seats, even our most loyal of fans and costumers have to be put on a wait list.

Anyways, concerning about tonight, this is a BIG one.

Well, okay not that nig, but he is a powerful, rich, and popular adversary. Co-president of Akatsuki Talent Agency, he's ranked fourth as Tokyo's most powerful men. His stoic and enigmatic nature portrays him as a force to be reckoned with, especially in the business battlefield.

His name is Uchiha Itachi.

At this, she spat out the water she drank from her water bottle.

Yes, you read this correctly. Uchiha Itachi, as in the son of Uchiha Fugaku and older brother to Uchiha Kiyoha and Uchiha Sasuke. Personally, I have absolutely no idea why he's coming. I've never seen him step a foot inside this café before. But I'm assuming his brother and sister had something to do with it. Which reminds me, I also have no idea if they will be accompanying him or not. But what I do know is that he is bringing several of his friends with him.

And from the information I have gathered about him; he's really not the type to pay attention to women. Namely the type that work in my café. He's pretty chauvinistic (stupid ass faced bastard) and a total loner. He doesn't drink, I'm pretty sure he doesn't breath either. Anyways, this guy is going to be a toughie, but seeing as how you're a golden retriever, I'm pretty sure you can handle this. And if you can't, it's perfectly fine. We'll just send someone to help you out.

They're here for some business party, so all we want to do is just create a fun and happy atmosphere. Seeing as how you've quickly become one of our most popular maids in only a matter of days, I'm positive you can accomplish that.

The names, information, and instructions on the guests are all stabled to the back.

Good luck!

Love, Phantom.

Surprisingly, she wasn't nervous. A little anxious, but overall she was quite collected with herself. She was actually pretty happy and proud with herself. To know that her boss had this much faith in her, after working here for a short period of time was enough to give her a confidence boost. Even if she was going to have to serve a man who probably didn't have a happy bone inside his cold and desolate body, she was going to do it with a smile. There was just no way she would fail this, after all, if she could charm her way in Kakashi's perverted heart and Sasuke's frozen one, she could easily put a smile on this Itachi's face.

She put on her red corset and black skirt with ease and dabbed on a fair amount of makeup. Placing her ears and tail on, she looked at herself once in the mirror before heading out the door. For a second there, she almost didn't recognize that person. It was just so different to see her so glamorous when really; she was a very homely person.

Her appointed guest was on the third floor, reserved for only the most acclaimed and recognized of people. This Itachi must have been a real big deal. But Sasuke never spoke of him and she had to wonder why. Grabbing a towel, she placed it over her arm and made her way up the stairs, acknowledging people who sent her flirtatious looks every now and then. Even if she did end up working here for months, she'd probably never get used to all the attention.

Walking down the narrow isle, she was surprised to hear rather loud and boisterous commotion coming from all the way at the end of the isle. There were a lot of cankerous noises, some shouting and glass breaking. She stopped just before rounding the corner to enter the large booth area and leaned down a little to sneak a peek at what she would have to face. Her eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets.

Men, they were all men!

Not that she was surprised or anything, but they were all men!

Even the feminine looking blonde was a man!

On top of that…they were completely destroying the place!

Broken dishes, appetizers splattered everywhere; the place was a complete and utter disaster. Sure, this place wasn't a five star restaurant, but that didn't mean they couldn't respect the café! This cozy little shop was like her third home, the second being the hospital. And if anyone messed with her home, they messed with her. Just as she contemplated on marching right in there and giving these immature men and earful, a silver haired man with violet eyes unconsciously threw a breadstick her way, nearly hitting her head.

That mother-!

"Hey, where the hell is our fucking maid? I'm starving over here!"

"Hidan, calm down."

Sakura's ears perked up at that voice, she almost thought for a moment that Sasuke was here. But when she sneaked a peek again, she he was nowhere to be seen. In his place was a much older version, with eyes bleeding red, and two diagonal lines running down his face. That was defiantly not Sasuke. Instantly, she knew, without a doubt, who that man was; Uchiha Itachi. He was far scarier than she could imagine. With his arms crossed and a bored expression etched onto his face, he gave off quite a menacing aura.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do Uchiha!"

"You know, I didn't even invite you to come."

Buddha and her boss were both, cruel and sick people. Didn't they realize they just sent her into the lion's den? She swore she saw a similar scene like this in the Godfather, and that was the part where everyone died. Her fingers were trembling; she turned back around and stood flat on her back against the wooden divider. Taking in large quantities of air, she closed her eyes and tried to envision a world without bad people and diseases. She was going into her happy place, a happy place filled with medicine and yummy sweets. Not rude and annoying men who destroyed the third floor of a popular café.

If she made it out alive, she was going to strangle Phantom and bury her body somewhere far away. She stood straight up, re-adjusted her towel and walked around the corner. Surprisingly, no one stopped to notice. Except one. And that one person happened to be the guy she was most afraid of at the moment.

Remember what Phantom wrote, only look at him in the eye when necessary.

She felt his eyes focus solely on her, and oh, the intense pressure!

"Gentlemen!" Her voice came out rather high and shrill, not what she was aiming for, but at least it got their undivided attention.

Hidan smirked, "Finally! Damn, what the hell took you so long?"

"I apologize for my tardiness."

"Eh, don't worry 'bout it babe, so you gonna take our orders or what?"

Her left eye slightly twitched, but thanks to years of patience, she calmed herself down, "Of course, sir, what would be having this evening?"

"Steak and a side order of you please."

Failed flirting attempt number one.

"Hidan, that was gay, yeah." The blonde said.

"Coming from a guy who looks like a chick!"

She couldn't help it. She just had to roll her eyes. Even if it wasn't ladylike or maid like, she just couldn't help but do it. While they continued to argue, she turned her attention back to the special guest of honor. His eyes were elsewhere as he chatted with his…blue skinned friend. Blue skin, yellow eyes, and tattoo gills on the side of his neck. If she didn't know any better she would have suspected the man to be a Deki butler or something. No one in their right mind would make themselves look like a human shark!

"What are you staring at pinky!" As if on cue, both Itachi and his friend turned to her.

"U-um, your orders sir?"

"Kisame," Itachi opened the velvet menu book with unhidden boredom, "You may go first, I have yet to decide what I want."

Her eyebrows furrowed. This guy had a hard shell, one made of bullet proof ice. But that wouldn't stop her! She will melt it and get under his skin somehow, whether by shameless flirting or her witty intelligence, she will make Mr. Uchiha Itachi enjoy his time. Plus, how hard could it be? He seemed almost exactly like his brother, and everyone already knew how much he liked her.

"Hm, I've never been to this place before. Don't know what kind of food they serve…"

"May I make a suggestion?"

"Shoot away pinky."

"Creature Feature Deki Café is widely known for its excellent international cuisines, ranging from dishes as far as Europe all the way to Indonesia. The menu is divided into seven parts, ten dishes from over twenty different countries. Our specials are in the back, indicated by the green tab. Personally, my choice would be the Shawarma, seeing as how it is our most popular order of the night."

After five minutes of contemplating, Kisame grinned, "Alright, I'll take that then. I'm holding you to your word though pinky."

She scribbled it down on her pad, "You won't be disappointed. And you, Itachi-sama?"

He shrugged, "There doesn't seem to be anything here that has captured my attention."

"Are you sure about that? All our options are quite exotic," He glanced up at her, "I doubt you'd be able to find something similar in any other restaurants."

"Really? So if I were to order this…Nasi Goreng, I wouldn't find this anywhere else?"

She nodded.

"How can you be sure of that?"

"I'm a Deki maid, I know everything," Kisame chuckled, "And I'm a dog," She touched her nose, "I would know if it's sold anywhere else."

"Bitch's got a point."

All eyes turned to Hidan. Uh oh, big mistake, no one calls her a 'bitch' and gets away with it. His blonde friend laying face down on the table clutching his bleeding nose, but he heard everything very clearly. He mumbled an 'idiot' and scooted a little further away from him.

"Excuse me sir? What did you just call me?"

"I said-"

But before Itachi could stop him, Sakura already beat him to it.

"Sir, this is a family café, we refrain from using such foul language and urge our guests to do the same. There are children here and we wish to keep this a friendly environment. But if you refuse to cooperate, I will be forced to escort you from the premises."

He scowled, "What the hell is a chick wearing skimpy cloths going to do? Slap me with her feather duster?"

"Hidan…" Itachi warned.

Said 'chick' was suddenly standing right in front of him with a charming smile on her face. And for some reason, it just happened to be one of the scariest things Hidan had ever seen. She leaned down until her face was hovering above his.

"I will bury you so deep underground, the Earth's core will burn your sorry butt right back into your mother's womb. Please sir, respect our rules and we will respect you."

In the back, Kisame burst out laughing as she stood back to her full height. Meanwhile, Itachi watched with mild amusement. The quick to temper Deki maid had certainly captured his attention now, but it will take more than a couple smart remarks for her to keep it. Maybe now he was beginning to understand why his younger siblings were so enraptured by her.

"So you wanted the steak right? All that leaves is Itachi-sama and your friend over here."

"I'll have the Nasi Goreng."

Nodding, she jotted it down and lightly placed a hand on the bleeding man's shoulder, "Here sir." She handed him a napkin.

"Thanks, yeah."

But as he sat back up, he felt another wave of blood rush out his nose. Face to chest and unable to say anything, Deidara could only stare with bulging sapphire eyes.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

"D-Deidara."

"Excuse me?"

"My name's Deidara, yeah."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Deidara, what will you be having this evening?"

"Uh…"

"Just get the kid spaghetti and meatballs. He's too young to handle any big kid meals."

"Shut up Kisame!" He turned back to Sakura, "I'll have your…fettuccini alfredo."

"Excellent choices gentlemen, I'll have your orders handed in and your drinks ready in a few."

"You work at Tokyo General, am I correct?"

She stopped moving for a second before quickly placing his order on the table. She hadn't exactly been expecting him to start the conversation. In fact, she was expecting him to stay silent the entire dinner until she was forced to say something. Her mind already had twenty different conversation starters ready just in case. Smoothing out her skirt she nodded.

"Yes, that is correct."

Curiosity ensues and she wondered how he knew that.

"My brother has been talking about you nonstop for the past couple of days," He took a sip of his water, "Not to me of course, but I over hear his conversations with my mother and his friends. He mentioned that you happen to work at the most revered hospital in the city and that you happen to be one of the top nurses."

Wow, he actually spoke like a normal human being. And not just a one word answer or a callous remark that most likely stabbed her wilting heart; but actual sentences, with commas, periods, and nouns and verbs! Forget about the fact that his brother somehow knew these private things about her, that didn't matter at the moment! She was slightly stumped for a good minute and just stared at him like a gapping fish before she realized what she was doing. Snapping back into reality, she saw that he was still looking up at her, waiting for a response.

"Actually, I'm still just an intern. I'm still going to school to become a doctor. I plan on graduating with an M.D in the next two years."

He smirked, "I am assuming you are a paid intern?"

"Yes…"

"Then what are you doing here?"

She was really reluctant to tell him about her personal issues at home, but seeing as how he wasn't pushing her to answer or being impolite, it wouldn't hurt to slip him a few details of her life.

"I just needed an extra job to…help pay for a few things."

"In debt?"

"No quit, per se…Medical school can be quite expensive."

"I see," He lifted his fork and took another bite of his food.

"Um, Itachi-sama…"

"You may call me Itachi."

Everyone looked stunned for a minute, but turned back to their meals. At least there was some progression, just a little more push and she'd be walking right through that tight barrier of his.

"…alright, Itachi, may I ask how your brother knew all of that me?"

"You're going to have to ask him about that yourself."

"I'd rather not." She mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I hope you all enjoy your meals! I will be back in a few to check up on all you."

As she turned around and pushed the cart away, she accidentally bumped into some rushing down the aisle way.

"Oh my, excuse me!"

"No problem."

"Phantom!"

Said girl grinned and lowered her clipboard, "Hey there slick, how's it going?"

"Um, I wish I could say better. Itachi's a rather hard man to crack, but I think I'll be able to soften him up before the night ends."

"Great, well I'm just going to drop off these documents at the upper deck office then I'm heading back down. I could take this cart for you."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to burden-"

"Ah, it's alright, besides," She pushed Sakura aside with her hip, "Your job is to butter up the ice bitch over there anyways, just go over there and seduce the bastard into your panties!"

"Phantom!"

"Bye!" And like a flash of lightning, she bolted out of there, sitting on top of the cart as it rolled down the ramp, "Cowabunga!"

In all actuality, she'd rather not return to the group. Hidan was giving her weird looks; perhaps he was still angry that she told him off. And Deidara, he was cute, handsome too, but every time she went near him, he looked ready to have another nosebleed. And he already stained two of their best table cloths. Kisame was…and interesting fellow, even though he have off a very intimidating aura, he seemed like the type she could easily get along with. Then there was the Itachi. Lord of the Ice, prince of darkness, the silent master. She had no idea how she was going to deal with him. At least she was done fearing him, despite what Phantom had written, he didn't look like the type of person who'd bite ones head off simply for being there.

He spoke to her first, sort of, asking him for his order didn't count. Which meant that he held some level of respect for her. And the fact that he knew she worked at a hospital and was attending medical school all at the same time added some extra bonus points. All she simply had to do was talk to him on a semi-professional and casual level and before she knows it, he'll be walking away as a satisfied customer. And she'll be getting that extra bonus in the mail (cha-ching).

"Back so soon?" Kisame grinned.

"I couldn't stay away too long, I missed you all too much."

"I'm not surprised, I am pretty gorgeous looking if I do say so myself."

"In your fucking dreams fish face, it's obvious she's here for me."

At least she now knew Hidan didn't want to kill her. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and she pretended to be flattered.

"Actually, I was hoping to get to know you all a little better, seeing as how you're all going to be frequent guests here."

"And why would we come back, yeah?"

"Why wouldn't you?" She smiled at him, his face immediately turned red, "You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings would you, Deidara?"

"U-uh…"

"So Itachi," He raised his eyes at his name, "I heard you aren't in the same business as your family."

"You heard correctly."

"Why is that?"

He shrugged, "Law and police enforcement is interesting as it is, but it has never really captured my own personal interest."

"So then, what is it that you do?"

"I work in mass media and publication."

"The Akatsuki Talent Agency," He nodded, "You produce band like DIVide and BeAt."

"Yes, our two most popular bands."

"I'm a big fan of theirs. So, do you all work together?"

"Yes, Kisame is my head producer, Deidara and Hidan both work in the art and film department."

"And what do you specifically?"

"I'm the one who says if you have talent or not."

It was enthralling actually, listening to him talk about his profession like it was second nature to him. It probably was, she had done her part of research and surprised to see how many cuts and acceptances they made. Only three out of hundreds people made it into the industry each year, and only ten perfect stayed alive long enough to make a second album. The media had dubbed Uchiha Itachi the Asian Simon Cowell, a befitting name, seeing as how he was utterly merciless to the talentless.

"You must be quite a commodity." She didn't realize how low and husky her voice just sounded. But then again, it wasn't all her fault. He was the one with the velvet voice and dashing physique. Could she be blamed for drooling just a little? No, not really.

"You may say that, but then again, aren't you as well?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not going to lie and say you aren't a…physically attractive woman, because you are," She couldn't help but blush a little, "And you have seemed to have ensnared all of my companion's attention." To emphasize his point, he smacked a goggling Deidara right across the head.

"Hey, that bloody hurt, yeah!"

She giggled, "And what about you Itachi? Have I caught yours?"

"I am talking to you aren't I?"

"Yeah, and it's the longest talk he's ever done, seriously. Normally, he'd say only one thing and that'd sum up an entire conversation all together." Kisame laughed.

"Well, I'm glad. You're a very complex individual if I do say so myself, Itachi. I've never met someone quite like you. Not that it's a bad thing, I just find you…intriguing."

It was a rather bold statement, but the more she spoke with him, the braver she got. It was as if they were the only two people in the entire upper deck, and she wondered if he felt the same.

"Likewise."

"What about me, yeah?" Deidara turned to her with hopeful eyes.

"No one gives a shit about you boy, girl, or whatever you are."

"Shut up Hidan, I wasn't asking you, yeah!"

"Kisame, your glass is empty; allow me to refill that for you!" She snatched his cup before he could get a word in and quickly walked away from the ongoing battle, heading straight to the restock area.

Standing in the safety of the dark, she let herself smile at little. Her heart was racing, even if it did that for every other person she had met since working here, somehow it felt a little different this time. It felt a bit awkward, having to flirt with both Uchiha brothers. But with Itachi, it just flowed very naturally. It was a breeze talking to him, even if it was on a somewhat professional level. At least he didn't piss her off at the start like his arrogant younger brother did. He was defiantly more mature (at least she hoped him to be).

However, that didn't mean she had some sort of infatuation with him. Though he was devilishly good looking and sinfully handsome, she knew the moment she took this job she'd be faced with people like him. She swore, the second she put on her uniform, she would never let her heart slip and fall for any of her clients. But oh…how good looking they were. Damn the male population for spewing out these mouth watering men.

But more importantly…he hadn't broken the rule and touched her! What a wonderful world we are living in where the customers finally follow the rules and she isn't groped every two seconds!

Hm, polite, intelligent, a decent and respectful man…Phantom was wrong, he's not so bad. He hasn't even tou…

Someone was in a restricted area. Someone was in a restricted area where only maids were allowed in. Someone was in a restricted area touching her bare back!

"Please, don't scream."

Hey…she knew that voice.

What hell was he doing here?

"I-Itachi…"

"Yes."

"What are you doing here? Guests are not allowed."

"I understand that, but seeing as how this is the only way to get you alone, I had no choice but to break the rules."

Scratch everything she had said earlier! He's just as bad as everyone else! Now he's going to rape her!

Not if I can get away first.

She slowly put Kisame's cup down and gripped the edge of the counter roughly, her knuckles turning white. His hand still hadn't left her back, in fact, it started to move painfully slow down south, until it rested on the small back. He was warm, but she was sweating bullets.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"Considering the situation, just a little."

At least her steady voice didn't reveal how shaky she was on the inside.

"Don't be, I only wanted to talk."

"Really? And you couldn't do this outside?"

"Not in front of them."

She turned around to face him and nearly gasped. It couldn't be possible…his eyes-they were red. And they held the most intense look she had ever seen. They reminded her of Sasuke, but she shouldn't be surprised, they are siblings. But perhaps because he was older, they seemed a bit more passionate. For once, just once, she wished eyes like these weren't directed at her.

I really should have listened to Phantom. Don't look in his eyes!

"Look at me." He cupped her chin and directed her wide, doe eyes at him.

They were hypnotizing to say the least, capturing her every sense and heightening them tenfold.

His nimble finger curved her soft jaw line, tracing her flesh and every contour with ease until it settled itself on her jugular notch.

"I've only just met you…but I can now see why you are enchanting. You have indeed bewitched me, Sakura; you're the only woman who has ever caught my eye that I didn't want to have thrown out."

"Uh…thanks?"

"But there seems to be a problem."

Yeah, you're still touching me.

Unfortunately, those words didn't come out. Instead, she backed up a little until she hit the cursed counter and nearly knocked over the drink. But that only gave the almighty Itachi the advantage. Towering over her by a foot and a half; she looked like a scared little puppy. It was not his intentions to scare her, but he couldn't help it. If he wanted something, he had a rather predatorily way of getting it. And right now, he wanted the girl.

"And what would that be?"

"I am quite aware that there are several other men pinning for your affections as well."

"Yeah, so?"

"I'm not quite fond of competition."

"And what makes you think I'll fall for you so easily?"

There was no point in beating around the bush. If he was going to be so blunt and to the point, then so was she.

"Why wouldn't you?" He smirked.

OH, so he's going to play it like that now is he?

"Hm, exactly, why would I?"

"Quite the stubborn little woman aren't we?"

"Stubborn indeed, and very hard to get. I hope you know, that if I didn't go for your brother, there is a very, very slim chance that I will go for you."

"But at least I have a chance."

He's cocky, probably more airheaded than Sasuke.

"So does everyone else," She pushed away from the counter and walked around him, "Now Itachi, if you don't mind getting your hands off of me, we should be heading back. Actually, you should go back first, if we arrive there at the same time, your friends are going to be suspecting that something is going on between us."

His voice was low and husky, dripping with unhidden arousal, "Let them suspect."

Her cheeks flared, "I have a reputation and job on the line!"

And with that said, she tugged at his sleeve and pulled him out of the restock area and into the open. He was greatly amused to say the least. She pointed her finger in the direction of the table and was actually expecting him to take her orders like some kind of dog. Well, she was sadly mistaken. He wasn't the one wearing the ears and tail; instead, he grabbed her hand. When she tried to pull it back, his grip only tightened.

"Ladies first."

She quickly brought pried her hand away and rushed back to their table, greeting the waiting guests as cheerfully as possibly, pretending what just happened-didn't happen.

"Hey pinky, where's my drink?"

"Here Kisame." He was right behind her.

"Er…thanks, why do you have it?"

She blushed.

He smirked.

Damn you Uchihas.

Fin

Okay, it took me about six days to write this chapter, haha. I'd write three or four pages a day every other day then take a break to heal my throbbing head. But this is probably my longest chapter so far. Hope you all enjoy! Itachi was pretty difficult to write, ugh! 15 pages omg!

And no, I don't think I will do a chapter involving Kisame and Hidan, they're just…not writing individual material for me. But I will for Deidara! So expect one with him!

DIVide and BeAt are very local bands and you kind of have to be in the circle to know who they are.