A/N - Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long to update.

Alright no games, let's get down to business.

For those of you who guessed Romeo and Juliet. Yes. That would be correct. You know, the two families hating each other and stuff. Seems to fit along the lines with my story. Right?

As for the second guess. Only one person got it right. As far as my knowledge anyway. The second story is Great Gatsby! Awesome right? Good one Stupid Focking Rope, The one who made the great guess. You rock. My socks. And blocks. OFFFFFF.

So the constant for person is the Grandmothers. The two stories are Romeo and Juliet and The Great Gatsby.

So now all you have to figure out the that other constant! Come on its in like all the chapters. FIND IT!

DISCALIMER - I do not own Naruto.

"He'll be around your age when you meet him, and he usually has dark hair and onyx eyes." The grandmother stated as she pointed at the paper in front of a girl

The girl who had the pencil jumped slightly before quickly jotting the note down. As she finished, she sighed and dropped her pencil on the table, leaning back in her chair with a tired look, "Grandma, why are you making me write all of this?"

"Because, child, this is important." The old woman informed with grave features.

"I know he's important, but you have been making me write down facts about this man for an hour now." The girl complained with a stretch, "Can't we take a break?"

The grandmother only shook her head, standing up slowly before shuffling away with a 'tsk', "When you were little, you never complained about my never ending stories."

"I was five then, grandma," The girl said from behind the old woman, following her into the kitchen, "I'm ten now. These stories are starting to get repetitive."

"Repetitive huh?" The grandmother mused as she took out a pan, "Maybe. There's only so much stories my memory can hold."

"I'm not calling you old, I'm just trying to understand why this one particular man is so important." The pink haired girl opened up the fridge and grabbed the lettuce and onions.

"Have I not told you before-"

The girl quickly interrupted her grandmother, hearing the growing anger in the woman's voice, "Yes yes, this man is an enemy, but I never understood that either. Why is he an enemy when he could possibly be one of us and he's fighting for the same thing as us?"

"He doesn't fight for the same thing, Sakura." The old woman turned and looked down at the child, glaring with intensity that closed the girl's mouth instantly, "And while you may think that he is one of us, that doesn't instantly make him a good guy."

The girl stared up at her grandmother for a moment before determination flared in her stormy green eyes and her fists balled up, "So what makes him instantly the bad guy? What has he done that has every one of us convinced that he is nothing but greed and destruction."

The old woman shook her head and turned around, her hands fiddling with the stove as she spoke, "You wouldn't understand. You're too young."

Gritting her teeth together, the granddaughter grabbed the butter and placed it next to her grandmother before turning and storming out of the kitchen.

"Sooner or later, grandma," The girl called as she walked out, anger seeping in her voice, "You are going to have to stop keeping things from me."

X

"You've got a date!"

My eyes opened and swam from focused to unfocused to focus again. Groaning, I rolled over, my limbs cracking as I stretched and rubbed my eyes.

"Huh?" I grunted out, grabbing my pillow and pulling it towards me in a hug. Snuggling into it, I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.

"You have a date!"

A snore almost slipped past me before I realized what was said.

Snapping my eyes open I shoot up, "I have a what?"

"A date, Ino! A date! And it's in an hour!"

It was Anna, and this was a side of her I've always feared.

Before I could prepare for her wrath, she rushed forward and yanked the covers away from me so fiercely that they glided across the room. Flinching from the cold, I curled into a tighter ball. She took my wrist and dragged me from bed, pulling me towards the washroom with frantic movements. Then, pushing me inside, she grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut, shouting from the other end, "An hour! That's all you have to get ready! I can't believe how stupid your brother is."

I glanced around the bathroom in confusion, still not comprehending what was happening. When I glanced at myself in the mirror, I sleepily rubbed my eyes again and figured brushing my teeth would be a good way to start.

As soon as I started the sink faucet, Anna snapped, "No Ino! Shower first! Be quick about it too, I'll find something for you to wear."

A ten minute shower later with a lot of pinching, shouting, and yanking, I was standing in front of the mirror with my hair being wrench out with a brush, a comb, and a flat iron.

Yelping in pain as Anna did another forceful jerk with the comb, I tried to fix my mistake by quickly shutting my mouth, but it was too late; I felt a pinch on my arm, "Keep still!"

Whimpering in fear, I struggled to keep motionless and quiet.

"I can't believe your brother figured an hour would be appropriate time limit to get ready for a date." She grumbled with another yank. I bit my cheek to keep from squeaking in pain, "Of all the stupid things that man has done."

I glanced at her worriedly, but didn't dare speak. Catching my eyes, she sighed and placed down the brush, "What is it? Go ahead, spit it out."

Cautiously, because I felt like this was some dirty ploy to allow her to pinch me again, I looked her over to see if it were really ok to speak. Once I felt satisfied that it wasn't a trick, I took a breath and finally spit out, "Who am I going on a date with?"

Anna blinked, and then slapping her forehead, she walked away with a groan, "God Ino, you are absolutely hopeless."

Before I could press any further, she opened the door and stepped out, "You have fifteen minutes to finish up and come down stairs. I'm sure he's already ready, so that means you've only got ten." And with a slam she was gone.

Suddenly I could breathe just a little bit easier, the fear slowly seeping out.

X

The clacking of my heels bounced off the walls as I hastily walked down the hall, ruffling the ends of my hair as my purse swung at my shoulder. My heart was beating nervously as I chewed on my lip, glancing at the watch at my wrist, which was slowly ticking away the seconds I had left. Ten minutes went by faster than I had expected, and I was now going on the reserved five minutes that were supposed to be for my early punctuation.

Anna was going to kill me.

The thought forced a shiver before I picked up the pace and rushed towards the entrance room.

"I'm sorry she's late," I heard Anna say as I neared, "she must have forgotten something in her room."

Squeaking in fear, I hurriedly dashed into the room, slightly winded from the pointless effort, "I'm here! Sorry, I honestly did forget something in my-"

In midsentence I came to a halt, my eyes widening in extreme confusion and fear. Standing in front of Anna in a dark blue suit and red tie stood , looking pleasantly patient and handsome. At the sound of my voice he turned around, a bright smile coloring his features, "Ino! How wonderful it is to see you again."

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Blinking, I closed it and glanced at Anna for an explanation. She held my eye contact, but otherwise said or gestured nothing, only watched me intensely.

Tearing my eyes away from her, I look back at , who placed his glass down and was now walking towards me. His eyes twinkled as he gave me a look over with his smile never flattering, "And I feel almost obligated to inform you on how stunningly beautiful you are looking today."

Swallowing, I blinked and stumbled out, "Thank you so much."

"Of course, of course," he said with his eyes finally pulling back up to mine, "Well are you ready?"

Glancing back at Anna, I asked slowly, "I'm sorry, but ready for what?"

He frowned slightly as he watched me carefully, most likely trying to see if I were kidding. The fact that I wasn't kidding at all might be amusing enough for a joke, because I was completely confused. With everything finally slowing to a slow and steady pace, I was struggling to try to understand just what was going on. First I'm yanked from my bed to take a shower. Then I'm having my hair ripped out to get ready for a date. Now I'm here, standing in front of the man who was the president of the third business giant in the world.

Still, everything didn't seem to connect with me.

"Well," started, smiling slightly, "for our date, of course."

I blinked, "Wh-what?"

He glanced back at Anna then, who was still standing where she was, "Did no one tell her?"

Anna shook her head, "Naruto didn't inform her of the date till an hour ago. She had no idea."

"Oh," he answered before looking back at me, "Well surprise. Now we really must go. There's so much to do before my company tries to pull me back to business."

I was struggling to stand, so I couldn't give enough focus or concentration to speak. The next thing I know is that I'm being walked out the front door, his arm around my waist. A limo was waiting outside for us, looking sleek, black, and impressive with its clean features. As the driver opened the door, the smell of leather and pine waved past me. He either didn't use this limo often, or this wasn't his at all.

Sliding inside, I sat and looked around, amazed at the colors and features. The limos I was accustomed to, which might be out of style now, were the ones with a black interior and long seats. This one, however, had individual seats, with the exception of one two seater in the very front, with a starry ceiling, a mini bar to the side, and a beautiful small aquarium near the right corner. Everything glowed, and if I wasn't mistaken, hummed.

slid in also, sitting right next to my seat with a smile. He glanced at the limacine with curious interest as well before turning to me, "I had my men look for a new limacine before coming to see you. This one's much more up to date. Stylish. I like it, do you?"

I stared at him, unable to believe that he went out of his way to purchase something that we were hardly going to be in once we reached our destination. Understanding that it was going to be a struggle to look at him and speak at the same time, I forced my stare away and allowed my eyes to fall upon the aquarium, "Yes. It's very bright. Very modern."

I refused to say anymore or maybe I couldn't. The confusion was still settling heavily in my mind, even now as we pulled off and away from my mansion. What I didn't understand was why I was with this man and not in my home. It was early enough to still be in bed, but late enough for the kitchen to start breakfast for me and Naruto. Speaking of Naruto, where was he in all of this? Is he the one who arranged the date? That seemed unlikely, seeing as he didn't exactly like the Uchia during dinner.

So why was I here? How was I here? I was supposed to continue the meetings again for potential bachelors.

"I suppose you're curious," 's voice sprang from beside me, "as to why you are here with me."

I glanced at him, too much in my thoughts to be reserved or embarrassed at being caught, "Yes, actually I am very much. Why is it I'm here with you when I had a whole day planned for me already?"

smiled sheepishly, "Because I arranged for us to have a date."

I blinked as my eyebrows came together in confusion, "You arranged this?"

He cleared his throat before speaking, "Last night you left in such a hurry. I didn't have the time I planned to have with you, mostly because I couldn't find you during the party and at dinner you weren't feeling well. So, with your brother's consent, I arranged for you to be with me today."

I frowned as he spoke, "Naruto agreed?

"Yes, he was happy to fix your schedule. Only we were left with having breakfast instead of dinner, he couldn't free you from the afternoon." He answered while glancing at his watch, "So we are here, having a breakfast date."

What was supposed to relieve my confusion only left me more perplexed. Naruto agreed happily? Rearranging my schedule? And Anna, she seemed in a foulest of moods this morning.

What the hell was going on?

"Here we are." announced with smile. As the driver opened the door, he slid out and offered me a hand, "Shall we?"

Steadily watching his hand for a moment, I suppressed another frown before taking it, "Thank you."

o

We sat at our table while we waited for our orders, all around us twirled beautiful soft music and a whispering hum from those who were here with us this morning. The building was bright, almost golden, as the morning sun poured in from the huge towering windows from both sides to us. As the sun's rays spilled onto our table and plates, I watched as the dust danced merrily with each other, weaving and looping at the slightest movement made by anyone passing.

My drink, which was a fine orange and strawberry mixture, sat untouched next to me, along with my forks, spoons, and knives. Maybe I would have taken a sip if my fingers weren't already busy abusing themselves at my lap under the table cloth. It's nerve wrecking to be in a whole party with no one you know, but to be stuck in front of one person that you have no relations with was even worst.

"So, Miss Yamanaka. How are you feeling this morning?"

His voice was musical and pleasant, but it did little to settle my nerves, "I'm doing well, yourself?"

"Light as a feather," he answered with a smile, "I'm here in front of the most beautiful woman to have ever graced me with her presence."

I'm sure what he was aiming for was a blush, and that is exactly what he received. My cheeks burned as I brought my hand up and took a sip of my juice, not knowing what to say.

Chuckling softly to himself, he continued, "What I really wanted to speak to you about this morning is, well, your feelings."

"My feelings, ?" I asked, carefully placing down my glass as I allowed my eyes to glance up at him.

He shook his head, "Please, call me Sasuke. And yes, Ino, your feelings."

I blinked and tried to comprehend, "My feelings of what…Sasuke?"

He smiled brightly at the use of his name, but otherwise continued to explain, "Your feelings on partnering up with me and my company."

I stumbled to a halt in my speech as my heart started to pound. Swallowing, because my throat suddenly felt like a desert and my tongue turning into sand, I forced out, "Well, it would be a tremendous help to our company. We would practically leap from rank 72 to maybe somewhere among the twenties."

He waved my reply off as he pressed, "Yes, business wise it would be extraordinary, but what about feeling wise?"

I stared before shaking my head, my eyes sliding down to the table, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I understand the question."

"Or perhaps you're embarrassed to admit it?" Sasuke suggested, and from across the table I could feel his eyes boring into me.

"No, I honestly don't understand." I replied, wishing the food would hurry and come out so I could get home faster.

"Well, I guess it is sudden." He mused while taking a sip of his drink.

Not knowing how to reply, I remained silent. For a couple of dragging minutes, we said nothing. I stared at the patterns on the table cloth, my eyes tracing the constant, seemingly never ending, swirls. The music was still lightly touching our ears, and the vibrating hums refused to let up. Around us, everything kept going. Here at the table though, everything seemed to have paused.

How long would I have to endure this?

Just as the question whispered past my mind, my food appeared in front of me, placed down by our waiter with a pleasant gentle smile. He glanced at me before bowing slightly, his deep kind voice rumbling, "Your food, Madam."

I liked him. He seemed sweet and gentle hearted; someone who would hold open a door or pull out a chair just for the sake of being polite and not expecting anything in return. Giving him a small smile, I nodded, "Thank you Jasper."

He blinked with confusion, but realization hit him when glanced down to see his name tag hanging from his shirt. Smiling even more, he inclined his head before walking off.

Just then, Sasuke cleared his throat. Glancing up at him, I saw how peeved he looked as he shifted in his seat. Catching my eyes, his lips pulled in a tight smile as he spoke, "Looks delicious, does it not?"

I nodded, still curiously watching his body language, "It looks absolutely divine."

Saying no more, he picked up his appropriate knife and fork and cut into his brunch steak. After a moment, I did the same.

Still there was no talk from us. And still, all around us, music and whispers hummed.

"So, do you know how your company began?"

My eyes slid to his and I saw how his earlier peeved expression had disappeared and he now held his usual smooth features. Taking a sip from my drink, I paused before saying, "Well of course. My grandmother started it back in-"

"1971." Sasuke finished, and then smiled as he saw my surprised expression "Is it so queer that I know how your company began also?"

I tried to think of an appropriate answer.

He chuckled, "If I'm seriously considering of partnering with a company, the obvious thing to do is to find more information about them, right?"

I considered his reply, and then after a moment, I nodded, "That would seem like the appropriate approach."

He smiled, "It is. So it wouldn't be surprising that I would be able to tell you exactly how your company began."

My eyebrows raised in interest, "Exactly?"

His onyx eyes seemed to tint a bit darker as his smile turned into a smirk, "Exactly."

I pondered for a moment before giving in, "Alright then, Sasuke Uchia. Let's hear how my company began."

Amused by my challenge, he placed his fork and knife down and wiped his hand and mouth, "Well of course, Miss Ino Yamanaka, but why don't we take a small walk while I tell you."

I glanced at my plate before pulling out my napkin and wiping my hands as well, "A walk does sound nice.

His smile broadening, as if he had won something, he pulled away from the table and walked over to me, offering me his hand, "Shall we then?"

O

"Your company began by a fine, strong, woman, by the name of Kuma Yamanaka. Very persistent, very stubborn, and very head strong. While that might be some of the words used to describe her, no one could deny the beauty she held. Fine, sleek, and marvelously strong, she was a woman that, with one glance, you understood no one ruled her life. She lived by her own choices and rules."

Sasuke drawled as we walked the boardwalk in a slow pace. He had his hand in his pocket as the other swung by his side, looking straight ahead.

I, on the other hand, walked near the edge, my hand running across the rail as the ocean pushed and shoved each other gently. I watched the waves as Sasuke told the story, a soft smile appearing on my features as I stared deeper into the ocean, "Yes… That sounds just like her."

"You were raised by her, am I correct? You and your brother if I'm not mistaken." Sasuke commented.

I blinked and glanced up at him. His smirk was slight but nothing but noticeable. Nodding, I looked away again, "Yes we were. She was my mother figure while my real mother was away on trips."

"You are almost identical to her. Myths would say you were a reincarnation of her." His tone was suggesting, almost probing, as he tried to cover it with a light nonchalant attitude.

Frowning, my eyebrows came together as I concentrated on his speech, "I get that a lot, especially from Wilson, but it is just a myth afterall… right?"

"Oh of course," He chuckled with a wave of his free hand, "Myth, and nothing more…"

I paused and glanced back at him to see his eyes already steadily watching me. My eyes held his for a moment and I was careful to keep my features clear and composed. Something seemed off about him, almost weird. Maybe it was from his gaze, which wasn't exactly soft and longing as I would have expected from him and his obvious obsession with trying to spend time with me. Instead it was analyzing, as if he were trying to find or search for something.

Some type of truth. Something I might know.

Clearing my throat, I pretended to look embarrassed as his unashamed staring and squeaked out, "So about my company's history?"

This snapped him out of whatever he was deep into. With a blink, and a small smirk, he ran his hand through his hair and sighed out, "Yes, your company. Well run by a strong woman like your grandmother, it took no time for it to soar and become successful. Within the year, it was doing exceedingly past well for a company as new as it was. Every company was eyeing it greedily from afar, waiting for it to grow because it's potential was limitless. Within two or more years, there was no doubt it would leap right to the top, and companies wanted join the ride to the top also."

I listened carefully, interested. Maybe I had skipped some studies, but I never heard of this before, "I never knew we were so successful once," I mumbled, half to myself, as I stared at the ground.

"Oh, you were more than successful; you were flourishing, thriving, with unlimited possibilities. Your company seemed to have no boundaries." Sasuke gushed, fueling my imagination as I envisioned a company widely known with infinite power.

"If that's so, then why are we…"

My sentence slowly fell short, my inability to understand restricting me from speaking anymore. It made no sense. Never had I once studied that once upon a time we were that well off, not in any of the history that was typed out in our books. So… was all of this true or was this just fiction? Maybe he was exaggerating?

"Why are you not that successful now? Why haven't you heard of this before?" Sasuke finished, looking at him steadily as he gave his suggestions, "Well, that is because the company your brother runs now isn't the same one I'm telling you about."

I blinked, my heart thudding slowly as my mind tried to decrypt what he said. Then, after a moment and a shake of my head, I looked over at him and admitted, "I don't understand."

His eyes were steady a blank, but he smiled anyway. A void smile that was obvious to me now that he was faking it, forcing it out with such ease that it would have been hard for anyone to catch it, "That company completely died within the second year."

I halted mid step and my jaw dropped, as unattractive and unlady like as that is. Yet, I couldn't help it, and I was too shocked to care, "Died?" I repeated stupidly in disbelief.

He nodded turning and looking ahead as he continued to walk. I followed, "Within the second year of its promising future, it completely crashed out of nowhere. Literally, one day it was surging, the next it was closed down; mysteriously broke and damaged beyond repair."

I shook my head, my mind still struggling to wrap around the truth, "But…how?" I struggled out, my thoughts reeling, "Companies don't just die like that."

"Exactly." He said with a nod, still looking ahead.

My eyes narrowed. He knows something.

Glancing at me, he smiled, "I have your full attention now, don't I?"

Frowning, not caring enough to control my features, I eyed him with hard suspicion, "What happened?"

He shook his head and looked back ahead, "No one knows. No one was ever able to find the problem. Someone proposed it was probably a hiccup in the sales or something, but for a promising company to crash that fast, it would have to be a huge hiccup, right?"

I continued to eye the back of his head, "So, you don't know either?'

"Me?" He says in surprise. Then, shaking his head, I caught his smirk, "No, I can't say I do. I was so young then after all. But if I had the knowledge I do now and was mature when the event happened, I would have probably been able to find the problem."

His confidence was annoying me, especially now when some stranger was giving me a history lesson on my company, "What about the Snake? He couldn't figure it out?"

"Orochimaru?" He chuckled and shook his head again, "He was never about the people or small companies; and no matter how exceedingly exceptional your company was, it was still a beginner, so he didn't take interest in it. Maybe if he paid attention he might have been able to find the problem."

My eyes fell to the ground, my thoughts forever flowing. Why hadn't I heard of this before? Why was it that this wasn't written in our books somewhere? It's understandable because, technically, it isn't the same company that Sasuke was talking about now, but that isn't an excuse to omit it completely.

What truly frustrated me was that Sasuke knew and I hadn't, and I was the granddaughter of the woman who started the company… twice!

"So, after that happened, there was a year of silence. The company came out with a big bang, but left with less than a whisper. The hype about the company died as quickly as the company itself did, and slowly everyone began to forget about it. A single year later, your grandmother made another company and it steadily did well for years. It wasn't as big and successful as the last one, but it was still pretty decent." Sasuke then looked over to me and concluded, "And that would be the company your brother runs now."

I took a breath, still in unsteady about everything I had just learned. A company that was way more successful than us… it was almost too hard to digest as truth. What if it wasn't though? What if Sasuke was mistaken? I doubt it, he didn't seem like someone who would be wrong about these types of things, but suspicion was still there.

I'll have to research it as soon as I got home.

"Well miss Yamanaka," Sasuke said as he checked his watch, "I would say that we must run now. I have a meeting in an hour, and people get so peeved when I have them waiting."

I nodded numbly and followed as we walked back towards the restaurant, not saying a word.

X

I slid out of the limo, Anna standing at the door, waiting to attack me with questions as soon as I got in. Standing next to me was Sasuke, who was gazing over at the front door with a smile, "Seems like I've kept her waiting."

"I'm sure she was waiting by the door the whole time," I comment with a roll of my eyes. Then, giving a polite smile, I add, "Thank you for the brunch. It was lovely."

"Thank you for joining me, you were lovely." Sasuke said with a small smile. I tried to study it, to see if this smile was fake as well, but couldn't because he grabbed my hand and kissed it carefully.

Prickling ran through my arm and a strange sensation waved through me. Once he allowed it, I pulled my hand away carefully, the hairs on the back of my neck raising. Then, for a moment, I just simply stared at him.

He smiled at me again, a knowing smile as if, somehow some way, he knew that feeling that just racked through me. Then, snapping his finger as if he forgot something, he quickly checked his watch again and looked back up at me with haste, "OldCentury had some suspicious behavior during the crash of your first company." He rushed out quickly, ducking his head inside of the limo and reappearing again with a notepad and pen, "During the final days of your first company's life, their sales decreased drastically, almost completely slowed to a halt. No one noticed the behavior but a single man who was investigating from within your company. This is his name and email address."

Jotting the name and letters of his email quickly, he continued, "I don't know where he is now, I didn't have time to research any further. I don't know why I just remembered. Years ago, when I was studying about businesses and crashes, this story came up and that's how I know about your first company. I was interested, so I researched a bit, but never got any further than that."

Taking my hand, he pushes the paper into it and folds it within. Then, kissing my cheek, he quickly stepped away, "Sorry, I honestly must go now. We can talk later. Tell me if you find anything interesting."

Then, he slid into the limo and closed the door. Milliseconds later, the limo pulled off.

I stood there, watching him go. My fist clutched the paper, but my arm and neck still held the same awkward feeling from when Sasuke kissed my hand. My heart thudded in fear as I shiver passed through me.

Something wasn't right. Something was right at all.

Turning around, I look at the front door to see Anna gone with the door closed. Frowning, I stare for a moment, goose bumps rising from my skin.

Yes. Something was wrong, completely wrong.

X

A rock 'ticked' at my window. Groaning, I sat up in my chair, my head throbbing and my arms red.

I had fallen asleep while researching about the first company, staying up late just to find a glimpse of information. It seems that, just like in the books that were supposed to hold our full history, the internet held nothing about the company either, which was completely ridiculous.

When had the internet never held something so thriving such as a company? It was like it had been completely erased. Either that or Sasuke was making up stories.

Strange.

Another rock 'ticked' my window. Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I stood up and walked over to the noise, stumbling across books that covered my floor. Sliding the window up, I poked my head out, already knowing who it was.

Sakura stood there, looking up with a wave, "Hey! Can I come up?"

"Sure," I call back, stepping away and moving across the room to pick up some of the scattered books. It made no difference though. Sakura came through much quicker this time, climbing in while I was still straightening up.

Even though Sasuke said OldCentury might have been a part of the first company's downfall, I hadn't found anything that supports his suspicion, or anything about the first company at all for that matter. So, for all I know, they weren't involved at all.

"Whoa. Researching something?" Sakura asks as she looks around, seeing the spread out books and papers everywhere.

I smile sleepily and nod, "Something like that. What have you been up to all day?"

"Nothing but meetings," She complains as she helps me pick up some books, "The Company is going to run me to the ground if I let them, Ino."

I chuckle and bite back a yawn, "Oh? And what am I suppose to do about it?"

"Save me of course," She answered simply.

When I glance at her, she tries to look helpless. With another chuckle I shake my head, "Meetings are a part of owning a company. I can't save you from that."

Placing down the books on my desk, she sighs, "Guess you're right. But to just get out from a business meeting this late at night is pretty ridiculous."

I glance at the clock and raise my eyebrows in surprise, "I'd have to admit, that is pretty ridiculous."

"Exactly." She said with a grim gaze, "What are they trying to do to me? Kill me?"

I place the books down on the desk as well and smile slightly, "Brilliant Sakura? I doubt they would kill you off."

There was a pause. Knowing I caught her off guard, I smile slightly and glance at her. She's flustered, you can tell by the way her eyebrows are together and she struggling to open her mouth to say something.

With another small smile, I walk towards my bed, "So, meetings were the only thing you did today?"

Sakura blinks, coming out of her trance. Then, nodding, she walks over and stands in front of me, "Yeah. Nothing but meetings. What about you? Anything different about your normal bach meetings? (1)

I rub my arm and look to the ground, suddenly nervous, "Um, well…" I start, my stomach knotting, "I went to brunch with a potential bachelor."

I sat in the silence that suddenly engulfed us both. My nerves jittered as I waited for her comment on the matter, nervous on what she had to say. I knew she wouldn't have appreciated that bit of information, but now that I was in front of her, I could feel just how much it displeased her.

"Oh." She said in a flat tone that made me cringe, "Really. Who was it?"

I swallowed and looked up to her eyes, my fingers fidgeting with each other, "Um…Sasuke."

"Sasuke?" She repeated with a scowl in her features that made me realize my mistake.

My heart dropped as I quickly corrected, "I mean Mr. Uchia."

"First name bases now?" She asks with a tight smile that forces my eyes to slide back to the floor.

"Not really, we aren't that familiar yet." I admit as my fingers wrestled each other, "He just asked me to call him that today…So…"

"Hmm." She hummed before looking away with a shrug, "Well, that's not my business. How did it go?"

My heart thuds as I watch her take a step back, "Awkward of course." I try to make it sound I didn't enjoy myself at all, "He kept staring and he even asked me my feelings for him and what I thought about parterning with him."

Instead of this making her feel better, she frowns even more, "Really now? And what did you say?"

"That business wise it would be extraordinary." I answer truthfully.

Her jaw flexes, "Lovely. But I guess it is true."

I open my mouth, unable to believe that even my last comment didn't help at all, "Well yes, it's true. But I was only looking at it business wise, not feeling wise."

"And what's your answer feeling wise, then?" She casually asks as she observes a particular nail polish on my dresser.

I frown as she demands, "There is no answer because there are no feelings." When she glances up and looks over at me in surprise, I frown even more, annoyed, for some reason, about how surprised she is, "I told you I was thinking of partnering with you. Do you keep forgetting or something?"

She opens her mouth to reply but is interrupted when a creak comes from the other side of my door.

I freeze, my heart stopping along with me, as I strain my ears to listen.

Another creak.

My eyes widen and I quickly turn my head towards Sakura who is already aiming for the window. As she climbs out I hurry behind her, grabbing the window as she slips out. She pokes her head back through and says quietly, "I'm sorry. I've just been stressed lately."

I smile at her, shaking my head, "No problem. I've been stressed as well."

Another creak has my heart pounding.

"Do I get a kiss goodnight?" She asks.

My eyes widen and a blush floods my face, "Wh-what?"

Her eyes twinkle with a smile, "Come on, just one on the cheek."

I open my mouth then close it, my face and neck becoming hot. Just when I'm about to say something stupid, another creak splits the silence. Quickly bending down and kissing her cheek, I push her head away and whisper quickly, "There, now go!"

Then, before the creak gets any closer, I hop in my bed quickly and cover myself with my sheets. Seconds after, my door opens quietly.

Heart pounding, I try to pretend I'm sleep.

Moments later, the door closes. Only when a full minute passes do I let out my breath.

(1) Bachelor meetings

Those who are waiting for Senior Year, it's 3/4th of chap two is done. SO, no fear k?

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Shycadet OUT.