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Chapter Four—Dog eat Dog
Sakura groaned as she strolled back to her apartment. This was doomsday. Wait, nope. Tomorrow would be doomsday. Wrong again. Tomorrow will be the start of doomsweek.
Had the man any idea of the trouble he was causing her. Granted, she did steal something from him. But she wasn't lying when she was talking to him earlier. She really didn't have it. The document was in Tsunade's hands at the moment. Right. Sakura was not a liar. She just didn't tell the whole truth. It wouldn't hurt, would it?
With another groan, she reached her street. Maybe things will be better once she relaxes. Hinata might be waiting for her in the apartment. Thinking of her friend cheered Sakura up considerably. Yes, some girl time would do her good.
She entered the complex, and strolled over to the elevators. She waited for the doors to open and stepped in. After pressing the 6th floor button, she waited for it to ascend.
Now, this complex wasn't very extravagant. No polished floors nor elegant artwork. It was just an apartment building. However, it was an elevator. And one must never forget elevators even if it does belong in a low class building, they must always…well should always have…
Elevator music.
Now, Sakura wasn't quite fond of the tunes. But they would ease her nerves a bit. However, her trip up this time was not filled with the mellow music. Instead, she heard a voice. It was quite distinct and familiar. Sakura listened closely.
Ding!
She reached the 2nd floor. Sakura furrowed her eyebrows.
Ding!
3rd floor. Seriously, this voice was too familiar.
Ding!
4th floor. Boy, this person was loud.
Ding!
5th floor. Sakura heard a word that made her sweat. Wait, not him. She put her hands together and prayed.
"Please not him. Don't let it be him. Not now."
Ding!
6th floor. Sakura panicked.
"I gotta get out of here!" She jabbed her finger at the first floor button but was a bit too slow. The elevator doors had already opened, and low behold, in front of her was Naruto Uzumaki.
He immediately saw her. And right when the elevator doors were about to close again, he grabbed her out. Naruto missed the fact that Sakura was grumbling.
"I was so close….so close."
He turned to her and gave her one of those huge grins. The one where you'd be surprised at how his mouth could open so wide. His blonde hair was ruffled and his nonchalant behavior was a deep contrast to Sakura's moody one at the moment.
"Sakura!! I haven't seen you in forever!" He gave her a bear hug.
Sakura thought her face turned blue.
"You look great! Hey, want to go on a date?"
Apparently, Naruto liked the color blue.
Sakura sighed. Him asking her out was a daily thing when they were still teens. He never really expected a 'yes' from her. But there was only so much rejection a guy could take, Sakura knew that.
Naruto was her best friend. Just not really welcomed all the time. He was a bit on the noisy side. And he wasn't very bright either. But he had a big heart and was loyal, and Sakura was grateful for that. However, right now, Sakura wouldn't really have much use for his heart and loyalty. She needed girl time with Hinata. But now that Naruto was here, Sakura kissed her plans farewell.
Oh well, since when did her plans ever work out anyways?
The two of them walked towards the door of Sakura's apartment. Naruto had taken her silence as a 'no' to his question. With a wry smile, he followed her inside the room.
"Hinata? I'm back!" Sakura called out to her friend.
"Welcome back!" A response was heard. Hinata poked her head out from the kitchen. "I was just making…some…" Her eyes grew wide. Sakura could see her friend visibly gulp. It was understandable. After all, behind Sakura was Naruto.
Who was Hinata's longtime crush.
Sakura sighed. Hinata's shyness was even worse when it came to Naruto. However, the male was a bit slow to notice. Wait, cross out a bit. He was very slow to not notice anything. Since, the crush was quite obvious. And Hinata's fumbling with words and objects made it quite clear. But then again, it was Naruto. His mind functioned on daily ramen meals. What did you expect from a guy like that?
"Naruto is here for a visit. You don't have to make him anything." Sakura told her friend as she heard the male behind her protest.
"That's not fair, Sakura. I'm hungry too. Boy, I can go for anything right now even if it's not ramen!" Sakura rolled her eyes.
"You came over to pig off of us?"
"I'd like to think that we're all very good friends… that share food…?" Naruto gave a hopeful grin. Sakura sighed.
"Fine, you can eat here. " She turned to Hinata who still was still in a slightly shocked mode. "Sorry to bother you, Hinata."
"Yea, sorry." Naruto piped in sheepishly. His hand scratched the back of his head.
Hinata smiled.
"It…it's no problem….Naruto." The said man bounded over to her.
"What are you making?" Hinata blushed at the close contact and replied.
Sakura smiled inwardly and went to her room. It was time for her to leave the two lovebirds alone. Well one obvious lovebird, and one oblivious lovebird. But still, same difference.
She closed the door behind her and plopped down on her bed. No girl time. No dream walk.
Personal maid. Loudmouth best friend. Flirting in the kitchen.
That's what she gets. This sucked. A lot.
Without another thought, she drifted off to sleep. Her body had shut down.
Sasuke smirked. Things were doing ok. Not entirely according to plan, but he could improvise. After all, he had that little vixen working for him for a whole week. All he had to do was make her go through some harsh work, and she'll crack and hand over the blueprint. Well, that is if everything goes smoothly. He already had a feeling that things weren't going to be easy, but Uchihas don't give up. Especially not to hot headed pink haired girls. No way.
Sasuke was, dare he say, slightly anticipating the next day? Well, in a way. He had a maid to tend to him. Basically everything was in his favor so far. All he had to do now was wait for the perfect moment. The moment for him to strike and snatch back what was rightfully his.
"Sasuke?" Shisui's head popped up from behind the study door. He had finally finished his "chores" and decided to pay his "boss" whom he liked to call "hot-tempered ice cube" a little visit. The girl had left a while ago, and judging from her mood, she wasn't happy. Which to Shisui registered as Sasuke doing something wrong. Shisui was hopeful that perhaps his "boss" had gotten a little smack here or there…well, actually a beating would have been fine too. The girl did look vicious after all.
But when he laid his eyes on the younger Uchiha, Shisui was a bit disappointed. Okay, very disappointed. Why wasn't Sasuke supporting a bruise? What about scratches? A ruffle in clothing? Anything?
"Do you need anything?" Came the perfectly fine man's voice.
"Yea..you getting hit…." Shisui muttered under his breath.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh no, nothing at all."
"Then would you mind leaving?"
Shisui rolled his eyes. That kid really needed to get that stick out of his …well, you know where.
"Yes, your majesty. Would you like it if I licked the floor you walked on as well?" Oops. That wasn't supposed to come out.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, and then smirked.
"It seems you have a lot of free time."
Shisui visibly gulped. Oh no. Not again.
"Would you like some chores?"
Shisui could have sworn Sasuke was laughing evily inside. Behind those dark eyes and arrogant smirk, he was fairly sure that his cousin was possessed. Possessed by a chore giving devil. Oh yes. There was such a thing.
"I think the hallway needs some dusting."
No way. That was for the maids! Shisui opened his mouth to protest.
"And the paintings could use some dusting too."
Oh no. Shut the mouth before the chore giving devil decides to make him clean up the whole city.
"I'll get to it now."
With a dash, Shisui rushed out of the room. He closed the door behind him. With a heavy sigh, he slumped against the door. This was embarrassing. He was 7 years older than him for heaven's sake! But then again, Shisui glanced back at the door that separated him and the younger Uchiha. He sighed and began to walk away. But then again, he was dealing with a hot-tempered ice cube that was possessed by a chore giving devil. Who could compete with that?
Now, there's another issue. Wait, make that two issues.
One. Itachi was going to have a field day if he found out what Shisui has been resorted to do. How embarrassing.
Two. Where in the world was the duster?
Sakura woke up. She turned to look at her alarm clock. What was the time? Groggily, she stretched out her sore arm and turned the clock towards her. She blinked her eyes trying to focus. Wow. She must really be half asleep. That little digit looks like a 5. Ha! She only slept 3 hours. That was pretty good considering the fact of how tired she was.
Sakura stood up and stretched. After fixing her hair, she stepped out of her room. That was strange. The apartment was quiet. Maybe Naruto left?
She walked over to the kitchen. No one. Did Hinata leave too?
Sakura made her way to her friend's room. Quietly, she creaked open the door. She spotted Hinata's body on the bed, breathing steadily. Oh, she was asleep. Wasn't a bit too early for bedtime? Shrugging it off, Sakura quietly closed the door and made her way to the main room. Let's see what's on tv.
She was about to sit on the couch when she felt it slightly move beneath her. With a gasp, Sakura jumped up and found a sleeping Naruto dozing off. What in the world was going on? It was only 5! Why was everyone asleep?
Puzzled, Sakura found the remote and turned on the tv. Now to see some people that won't be asleep.
After a while, Sakura settled for a news channel. There was nothing else good on anyways.
A man popped up on the screen.
"Good morning everyone. Here are the news for all those early birds." Sakura blinked.
Morning? Early birds?
She dashed over to the digital clock on the kitchen counter. She couldn't believe that red digital light.
5:45 a.m?!
What did it mean a.m? How could it be the morning already? Sakura slouched on a nearby couch. A couch that wasn't occupied by her loudmouth friend. She had slept right through the entire day. And now, it was morning. Precisely 5:45…wait, nope, 5:46 now. She really must have been tired.
Groaning, Sakura made herself sink inside the couch. Maybe it could eat her up. Waking up near 6 was too early for her. 6…hmm, that reminded her of something. But what?
Sakura furrowed her eyebrows as she thought hard. What had she done yesterday? Tsunade briefing, Orochimaru being evil, going to Uchiha mansion, …wait that was it.
Sakura's eyes snapped open as she stared at her clock.
"Aw crap!"
Sasuke waited patiently for that fiery new maid. She should be arriving shortly. With a glance to his watch, well, his alligator leather watch that is, he saw that it was almost 6. Five more minutes left. He smirked. She better not be late.
Itachi noticed a change in the atmosphere in the morning. More precisely a change in his brother's attitude. The younger Uchiha was waiting for something. Anticipating. Now, there's only one thing that could make Sasuke amused. Itachi smirked. He walked towards the study's hallway. He'd be watching when the visitor comes. After all, how could he miss the show?
Sasuke looked back at his watch. One more minute. Oh boy, she better get here. As if on cue, the study door burst open. In came a panting Sakura.
"Welcome." He received a glare.
"You just had to pick 6 in the morning."
"Don't blame me that you're lazy."
"I am not! Girls need their rest."
"Well, nice of you to cut off your beauty sleep."
"As if I had a choice." Mumbled Sakura. She earned smirks. One from the man in front of her. And one from a man that was listening to the conversation from across the hallway.
Sasuke crossed the room and stood directly in front of the now composed girl. He looked at her, and Sakura could have sworn that she saw a blinking sign that read 'Danger!' pop up.
"Your uniform is in the bathroom. After you change, I will give you instructions on your task for today." Sakura arched an eyebrow.
"You said nothing about an uniform."
"Now I have."
Sakura huffed.
"That's not fair! Not part of our plan at all."
"Do you want to owe me for the rest of your life?"
"Damn you Uchiha."
"Why, thank you. The bathroom's on your right across the hallway." Sakura gave him the most deadly glare she could muster and stormed off, leaving an amused Sasuke in the room.
The pink haired girl stepped inside the clean bathroom. A clean large shiny bathroom. One with a certain revolting costume hanging on the towel pole. Sakura's eye twitched. He wanted her to actually wear a maid uniform?
She grabbed the dress and held it in her hands. It was quite short, and she could really do without the little frills on the side. It looked a bit extravagant, and way too girly for Sakura's taste. With a sigh, she swallowed her pride and took off her clothes and slipped on the uniform.
This better be worth it.
She stepped out with her changed clothes in her hands. Nervously, she tempted to stretch out the dress by pulling on the bottom. The thing was too short, and it cut across her thigh. Sasuke walked out from the study and met up with her. He motioned for a nearby maid to pick up Sakura's clothes for her and deposit them in a bag for her to get when the day was over. Sakura hesitantly handed over her garments.
Sasuke's eye twinkled. He really wasn't going to give her an uniform to wear, but when his eyes landed on that. Well, let's just say, he wanted to see how far her pride will go. Many people might view his action as perverted. He merely thought of it as part of his plan of making her crack. Well, the view of her legs wasn't bad, but it wasn't his intention to study her body. Getting back the blueprint came first, but during the process, it wouldn't hurt for him to have a nice scenery.
Sakura could see Sasuke examining her in the costume. She growled.
"Get your eyes to my face, you pervert." Sasuke narrowed his eyes. He had his pride too. And no matter what goes on in his mind, he refused to be downgraded to be called a pervert. He was an heir. Someone in the upper class. No way was he going to be some sort of lowly human that looked at women for entertainment.
"Ready for your first job?"
"Nope, but you don't care about that."
Sasuke smirked. She was getting the hang of things around here.
"First things first, get me my coffee." Sakura twitched, but nonetheless, she obeyed. She followed his directions to the kitchen, which was precisely two hallways, one elevator, and then one right turn away from the study.
Sakura searched for the coffee maker. Alright, here she goes. After a couple of minutes, Sakura had brewed a cup of hot steaming coffee. Boy, she would like to have some right now. With a shake of her head, she carefully balanced the hot cup in her hands. Every now and then, she would switch hands to avoid burning her fingers. Then she proceeded down one left turn, one elevator, and two hallways back to the study where she found Sasuke sitting calmly at the desk rifling through some papers. He was actually working? The thought of it seemed absurd to Sakura for some reason. Then she shook the thought away. Of course he'd work. The Uchiha Corp. would be in his hands sooner or later, after all.
She settled the hot cup down on the desk with a thump, making sure that he noticed since he didn't look at her when she came into the room. The thump worked. Sasuke glanced at the coffee uninterestedly and looked back at the papers.
"I like dark coffee. This is regular. Go back and make me what I like." He said crisply. Sakura stared at him incredulously. All that walking and burning for this?
"No way!"
"Sakura…" Sasuke slurred out, still not looking at her. With a growl, she stormed out of the room. This time, she walked a bit faster than the last time to the kitchen. She made the coffee with a bit more force, and she didn't care so much that the coffee was scalding her hands.
Once again, she thumped the cup on the desk next to the last cup that was left untouched. And again, Sasuke didn't look at her. He merely turned his gaze to the coffee and went back to the papers. Sakura growled. Don't he dare say…
"I need two spoons of sugar in there. And add some cream."
Damn him!
Sakura let out a strangled snarl, and this time stormed out of the room like a mad woman. This will be the last time.
Sakura made it to the kitchen. She nearly broke the coffee maker. After a bit of fumbling, she came across the sugar and practically dumped half of the bag inside the cup. Then she took the cream and added another big dose. Ha! Let him drink that! Sakura took the cup and was practically certain that blisters had grown on her hands. She stalked inside the study and slammed the cup on the desk so hard that the whole desk rattled.
Sasuke glared at her.
Finally, one look!
Then he went back to his work. He sniffed at his new coffee and after deeming it what he liked, he took a small sip and nearly spit it out. What did she do to it? Dump every sugary thing inside it? Sasuke saw the satisfied look on his new maid and mentally scowled. Time for her to do a new task.
"How do you like the coffee, Uchiha?" Sakura teased. Sasuke didn't answer. He merely looked at the girl.
"Your next task is for you to deliver these papers to the workers throughout the mansion."
"But..I don't even know anyone working here!" He smirked.
"Well then, this would be a nice time for you to use that brain of yours." With that, he dumped a stack of papers that would rival the weight of two dictionaries. Sasuke handed her a list.
"This is for all the people that need to receive these. Don't give them to the wrong person, and make sure all of the people on this list are checked off. Don't mess this up." Sakura huffed and walked out. He was doing this on purpose. Torturing and downgrading her. Well, she would not quit out of the deal. No way. Her pride was too strong for her to give up. With newly rejuvenated determination, Sakura walked down the hallway in hopes of finding workers on her list.
Itachi watched a disgruntled girl walk away from the study. Oh yes, he had watched the whole thing, heard every single word, and he had developed a slight pity for the girl. Slight being the keyword. He made his way into the study, and knocked on the door to make Sasuke acknowledge his presence. Itachi received a scowl.
"What do you want?"
"I saw what happened."
"So?"
"You really are my brother."
"Don't disgust me." Itachi smirked.
"You know, you really are pushing her to her limits."
"That's the only way for me to get back the blueprint."
"I think you like having her around."
"And I think you belong in some mental institute, but just by thinking these things doesn't mean that they're true."
Itachi shook his head. Sasuke was as stubborn as ever. Well, if that was the way he wanted to be, Itachi had no problem with that. After all, having a dull brother was no fun.
He glanced at the three cups of coffee on the desk. Two of them were full, the other one was empty. Itachi smirked as he got a cup of dark coffee, leaving behind the sugar contaminated cup.
"You drank all of the regular."
"What's your point? I like regular."
With a sip of his drink, Itachi began to walk away.
"We really are related."
"I'm not as sadistic as you."
"Riight, as if making a poor girl run along even though she had already done the right thing the first time is not sadistic." Itachi grabbed the door before he glanced back. Sasuke met his gaze.
"What?"
"Have fun."
Sakura was in a fix. She had delivered most of the papers already. The workers here were very kind, or they might have just pitied her situation and helped her out. Either way was fine. As long as she got the job done. Sakura roamed down the fifth hallway. Two more papers left. Okay, almost done.
With a sigh, she walked around the corner and smacked right into…a muscular torso…of a statue. A stupid statue. Sakura stepped back and rubbed her nose. Great, even the statues were against her. She looked at the piece of art in front of her eyes. It was a nice statue of a man. If it had been in an art museum, she would have appreciated it more. But now, she saw it as an obstacle that wanted to stall her from finishing the task at hand.
"Are you alright?" Sakura heard a voice behind her. A dark haired man glanced at her worriedly. She recognized him as the guard at the main entrance of the Uchiha mansion from the other day.
Shisui looked at the girl from yesterday and was slightly worried. Yesterday she looked ready to be in a fight. Today, she was dressed in a maid costume and bumped into a statue. Ahh, this must be the work of Sasuke.
"Yes, I'm umm alright." Sakura replied with a slight laugh. She must be a sight. A crazy girl dressed for Halloween and liked to be up close and personal with inanimate objects. Great first impression. Well, second impression.
"That's good to hear." Shisui chuckled. What a funny girl. "I'm Shisui Uchiha." Sakura gasped.
"You're related to him?"
Shisui noticed the implication. With a grim smile, he nodded.
"I'm Sasuke's cousin. Don't worry, I'm not at all like him. Or else, I'd never look at myself in the mirror." That earned a laugh from the girl.
"I'm Sakura. Currently a maid for Sasuke…" She replied dryly.
"Ah, sounds fun."
"You have no idea. I'm stuck trying to find these two people so I can hand them these papers." Shisui looked at the documents in her hand. With a smile, he grasped them from her.
"I'll give these to them. Don't worry about it." Sakura gave him a big grin.
"You really aren't like Sasuke!"
"Told ya."
"You have no idea how glad I am to know that."
"That makes the two of us."
Sasuke was quite surprised when Sakura came back to the study with a smile on her face. What made her happy? He had been expecting her glare and scowl. This expression, he wasn't so used to. She looked nice when she wasn't trying to bite his head off. He caught her careless expression. Nice indeed.
Sakura looked at him. She felt light. After meeting Shisui, she felt more at ease at knowing how not every Uchiha was like the one in front of her. She could take what he dished out to her. No problem. Well, that's what she thought before he opened that mouth.
"Are you drunk?"
…
Twitch.
"No. I am not drunk." Sakura said through gritted teeth.
"Hn." Sasuke looked back at his work laid in front of him. "Stand to the side for a while. And don't talk." Sakura narrowed her eyes at him but obeyed his command. Was he implying that she talked too much? Oh, he has seen nothing yet.
Sakura let herself slump against the bookshelf. She tugged at her uniform in hope of lengthening it. Sakura groaned. What in the world has gotten into her lately? Betraying Tsunade was worse enough. But now, oh boy, now she was stuck as a maid.
A maid for an insufferable man.
Cross that out. Not a man. A torturer. A pain. A jerk. A ... well, use your imagination.
Staying in this mansion was ok. The workers were nice.
The building was nice.
Everything would be tolerable if not for the fact that Sakura was, at the moment, wearing a maid outfit too short and frilly to be comfortable.
It was quite small, and Sakura was beginning to think that Sasuke was a pervert.
But there was nothing Sakura hated more than what came next...
"Sakura, you have to scrape the gum off my shoe now."
Twitch.
He was dead.
She stalked over to the desk and grasped it firmly. The cup of coffee that was filled with "high juice" wobbled slightly, and a bit of the liquid got onto the desk. Thankfully, none of it got onto the papers. Sasuke looked at the girl impatiently.
"Clean it up."
"No."
"You're the maid."
"I know." Sakura managed to get out through teeth.
"A deal's a deal."
"I'm taking a break."
"The gum on my shoe waits for no one. And I need it off now."
With a grunt, Sakura crouched down and yanked Sasuke's shoe right off his foot.
"There, it's off." Sakura gave him a sinister smile and twirled his expensive leather shoe on one finger.
Sasuke growled.
"Give me my shoe back."
"Make me."
That was it. Sasuke made a deep noise from the back of his throat as he lurched forward and grabbed Sakura's arm. With a twist, he maneuvered the hand with the shoe closer to him. Sakura was a bit surprised at his quick movement but quickly recovered. Using her trained spy skills, she managed to flip over Sasuke's arm that was holding her own limb. That way, her arm wasn't at an awkward angle. Sasuke was surprised at her flexibility.
Sakura used her free hand to hold Sasuke's arm as she crouched down low. Sasuke grasped her arm harder and tried to yank her up. With a grunt, he shoved her against him so that her back was against his torso. One of her arms was still in his grasp while the other held the shoe as far away from him as possible.
Sasuke breathed against her neck.
"That was quite some moves you got there." Sakura mentally cursed for getting into this hold. Her spy reputation was going down the drain.
"You haven't seen nothing yet."
"I'm sure I haven't. You are full of mysteries, Sa-ku-ra." Unconsciously, Sasuke nuzzled his head into her hair. She smelled of strawberries.
Sakura felt the movement and tensed.
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to return my shoe."
Sakura looked at her other hand which had the article dangling from her fingers. She double checked her current position with the Uchiha. Just great.
"Fine. I'll hand it over to you. But you need to let go of me."
"Hand it over first."
Sakura moved slowly as she bent her arm so that the shoe came closer to Sasuke's reach. His hand reached for it, and at that moment, his grasp on her loosened a bit. Sakura took the chance and snapped out of his grasp with a quick turn. Once she was a good distance away from him, she threw back the shoe.
"There you go."
Sasuke caught the shoe and put it on. He was quite shocked, inwardly of course, at her actions. Her movements were fluid and in sync. It was obvious that she had years of training. But what did she do? His eyes met her confident, accomplished emerald orbs, and he realized that she was not an ordinary robber. She was not an ordinary person for that matter.
She was hiding something. Something big. A secret that was meant to be kept hidden. Sasuke smirked. A secret he was going to find out.
"You're done for the day."
Sakura gaped at him.
"It's only 5. I have 3 more hours left."
"You want to stay?"
"No." Came Sakura's immediate reply.
"Didn't think so, and don't think you're done being the maid. All I meant was that you can leave the mansion. I need you to pick up some dry cleaning along the way." Sasuke smirked. That was a chore he had saved for Shisui, but she could do it too. Besides, at the moment, he needed time to think.
"Fine." Sakura got the instructions and without another word, left the Uchiha mansion. There was no way she would stay in there any longer than necessary.
Sasuke sat at his desk. He was contemplating on his course of action. He knew he was dealing with something that really shouldn't be messed with. Sakura was a fighter. She stole the blueprint for a purpose. And Sasuke didn't think that the purpose was for Sakura. No, he believed that she was working for someone. Why would she want a blueprint anyways? So there was definitely an employer. Now, it was time to think of who would want it.
Of course, there were many Uchiha Corp. rivals. But none crossed Sasuke's mind as to stoop this low to steal the document.
At that moment, the study door opened again.
In came a man that Sasuke couldn't stand.
"What do you want, Kabuto?"
It wasn't until when Sakura actually got to the dry cleaning that she noticed that she was still clad in the maid uniform. How embarrassing. She tried to cover up her face as she made her way to the front desk. The lady arched an eyebrow at her.
"Whose clothes are you picking up for?"
"Sasuke Uchiha."
She heard a appreciative whistle from one of the men inside the store. Gross. This uniform has got to come off.
The lady behind the counter gave her a plastic bag with a suit inside.
"There you go. And honey, the next time you come out, you should probably change your outfit." Sakura quickly said her thanks and rushed out of the store. That was the last time she would show her face there.
Making a quick U-turn, she drove back to Uchiha mansion. Her regular clothes awaited her.
"I asked you a question." Sasuke was not a patient man. Especially not to somebody that had once backstabbed the Uchiha Corp. by working at a different company.
"I thought you might be glad to see me." The silvery haired male smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"You thought wrong."
"Well, I just thought that you needed some support since the incident." Kabuto said slyly.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. The robbery didn't even leak out to the reporters yet. How did he know?
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."
"On the contrary, I'm quite sure you do." Another smile. "Would you like for me to clarify for you?"
What was he planning? Sasuke glared.
"You have no right to be here. It's a wonder how you have the guts to show up in my mansion again."
"It's not your mansion, yet."
"But soon it will be."
The two men faced off in the room.
And that was when Sakura decided to barge in.
"Give me back my clothes, damn it!" Then she noticed the visitor. Oh crap. Another great first impression.
Kabuto eyed the fiery girl in the short maid uniform.
"Is this what you do now?" He turned back to Sasuke. "Do you play with little girls?"
Sasuke growled, and he wasn't surprised to hear Sakura matching the sound.
"Well, I suppose I must take my leave now. I will see you soon, Sasuke." The man eyed Sasuke with a smirk, and then turned to Sakura. There was a glint in his eye. Something close to recognizing Sakura. But that was impossible. She didn't know him.
Sasuke saw the look on the man's face, and he narrowed his eyes. Kabuto definitely knew Sakura. He turned his gaze towards the girl. She looked as if she didn't know him. Acting?
"Well now, I'm pretty sure we'll meet again too." Kabuto spoke to Sakura before he left the room, leaving the two people in silence.
"Who was that guy?" Sakura questioned Sasuke. He studied her. It was either she really didn't know him, or she really was really good at acting. He better be careful.
"Someone from my past."
"He didn't seem to like you."
"Not many people do."
"I can understand that." Sakura grinned. She just needed to tease him whenever she got the chance. It was too fun annoying the heck out of him.
"Your clothes are in the corner." Sasuke replied simply. He motioned next to the door. Sakura recognized the bag from before. She grabbed it, and turned to leave.
"I'm going to use the bathroom to change." She looked back. "No peeking."
Glare.
That was what she was aiming for. Sakura walked across the hallway.
After a couple of minutes, she came out in her regular outfit, t-shirt and jeans. After handing the maid outfit back to Sasuke, she turned around to leave.
"Who are you?" Sasuke spoke out before she could take a step.
"No one you need to be concerned about." Sakura replied without looking at him. Her back was still facing him.
"Who said I was concerned?" Sasuke knew she had a smile on her face at that moment.
"Assumption."
"Assuming is bad."
"Whoever said I was good?" With that, Sakura took off. She left Sasuke staring after her.
He looked at her retreating back.
"Yea…no one ever said you were good…"
Whooshh! There we are. I was on a roll!
A/N: There will be no ShisuiSakura. He is just acting nice to her because I can't have everyone in the Uchiha family as stoic and mean ones. Sakura and Shisui are strictly friends, and he will kind of keep her sane in this story. That's all.
Preview for the next chapter:
Chapter Five: Suspicions
Sasuke sat down at his desk and ruffled through the papers.
Notes, pictures, names, and memos littered the space in front of him.
He glanced over at everything.
The picture of her shopping.
The address of her apartment.
The name of her roommate.
Yes, the power of Uchihas were scary.
But in order to get back the blueprint, Sasuke knew these things must be done. Even if they did resemble stalker tactics.
Now all he was left with were three names.
He glanced at them.
Tenten, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga.
Time to pay some visits.
Okay! You know the drill. r&r