CHAPTER 3
2 a.m in the morning, 3 hours into the flight
"…101…102…103….FUCK MY LIFE" Sakura seriously thought she was going to loose it. 3 hours…3 freaking hours into the flight and she was seriously contemplating the idea of doing some permanent damage on something…or someone. And Orochimaru had the guts to call himself a genius.
Sakura couldn't even comprehend why the hell was she flying to a low cost class dirty and suspiciously fragile looking plane, instead of an airbus at business class?!
"Because we don't want Sasuke to become suspicious of your cover. You don't know who might see you there. The man has serious connections. Must keep it low while you are at it". This is exactly what Anko told her the very first moment Sakura was allowed to make a phone call from this garbage of a plane.
She wasn't allowed to take her iPod, her handbag was somewhere…in the back of the plane (apparently the planes for poor people didn't allow any bags near you while flying, probably considering the plane's damaged condition, they were throwing them if there were turbulences, in order to maintain its course and balance) if you were to believe the weird looking stewardess…and a child that rivaled a kangaroo's behavior was banging his surprisingly strong for his age legs (Good God he had two of them. If he was a spider the whole plane would have turned into a giant drum that would make Metallica scream in ecstasy) into the back of her seat…from the moment they took off.
Two rows in front, an old hag was in hysterics. She was screaming at the top of her lungs at an equally old and tired looking husband. Apparently, their nephew stole some shit land they owned in Arizona for the false pretense of building a little farm for the family to move in and her husband was "spoiling the little demonized brats, for they had the guts to put up a stunt like that". The poor man was probably counting his chances of survival if he was to parachute himself right there and then.
And she wasn't even going to start talking about the person that was her seat mate. Or dare she say…the lunatic druggie that was eying her like she was some sort of new-found ant spices. He asked her, at some point, in a moment of delirious boredom probably, if she had a boyfriend or if her hair was natural.
Sakura was currently rocking her undercover as a poor aspiring servant to its finest. Her beautiful long hair in a tight bun, now covered with the ugliest pink frizzy and mildly short wig that was achy and smelled weird, her vibrant green eyes covered by bangs and a pair of nerdy black goggles.
If the shape wasn't screaming "geek", than the thick lenses solved the problem. No trance of expensive and classy looking clothing, instead she was literally drowning in oversized blue pair of old looking knee cut jeans, equally ridiculous looking plain white top, with an orange and red cardigan. And a painful set of special made chest binding to cover her full rounded C cup breasts. The woman has developed beautifully during the passing years. The only thing she was thankful for was the pair of light pink comfy sneakers. Finally her legs are having a well-deserved rest from the horrid high heels.
She looked, for the lack of better term, like utter shit. When she admired herself in the mirror she promptly started to laugh. When Sasuke is going to see her, he was going to have the time of his life. To think this punk rock looking young chick was going to be his personal maid, as in traveling along him and doing god knows what demanding stuff he needed her for, was tragic-comical.
Of course, being the professional CIA agents they were, The Sound wasn't going to send a model looking Sakura in the very hands of the player Sasuke Uchiha. That would have disaster written in highlights all over it. So they picked the safest route instead: looking all the dorkier and creepier, the chances of any stupid romance whatsoever occurring was none. Keep your head on the mission, the rest should be ignored.
But she only looked like this undercover, different from the clouded eyed creep that was still staring at her expectantly. Where they allowed to smoke weed in the plane and no one broke the news to her? Not that the handicapped looking stewardess that had strabismus to add to the already stupid looks was ever going to see him.
God she really hoped the plane wasn't going to crash. She didn't need another plane experience. Her Sound missions gave her enough of this. The guy was wearing himself like this in public on daily basis. And this kind of people wonder why society blames them for its downfall. The term "rejects" serves it purpose. Her patience now out of the window.
"Kindly stop staring at me you freak, or I am going to imprint my sneakers` logo on your stupid grinning intoxicated face. " The man was asking for a good one, and who was Sakura to deny his needs.
She had to stand this form of modern torture for God knows how many more hours. Tokyo has never seemed so far away…
same time, another plane
"Awww man, the Japanese have the best manga ever I keep telling you. Have you checked out their top ranking Naruto manga? The main character has the same name as mine!"
Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuga Neji and Ten Ten were currently on their flight to Narita Airport, in one of Akatsuki`s private luxury custom made plane. High class in all the ways. Leather imported seats, best champagne and hot stewardess chicks. CIA was not one to joke about the well being and safety or his agents. Except for the oh so loud as usual Naruto who was making the flight harder for his colleagues. Like always, leave it to Akatsuki`s clown to spoil the already tensed atmosphere.
"…Naruto Uzumaki, an obnoxious and loud blonde ninja, aspiring in getting recognition from his fellow villagers, always pulling pranks on the others, being hard to deal with, not passing his exam three times a row…yeah, definitely sounds like you all right", a very bored looking Neji Hyuga took a glimpse on whatever childish shit Naruto was reading. He was amazed Naruto actually knew how to read, for he almost never seen him doing this activity.
"Hey, I am nothing like that Neji, you asshole, take that back".
"Can't do, haven't you read? It is a manga fact." Although, messing with Naruto was quite amusing sometimes…not to mention a very useful way to kill boredom.
"I heard Japan is currently having extreme weather conditions. Massive rainfall and storms are expected. 45% chances of Tsunami to happen". Ten Ten was always the one to study her surroundings. Never the one to be caught off guard.
Beep…beep…
"Neji Hyuga speaking, I am listening Itachi".
"Put me on speaker".
Neji pressed the Speaker button to his personalized Akatsuki smartphone. Shino was a technology genius and he knew it. The call was redirected to the plane's speakers for all the agents to hear.
"You are bound to arrive in Japan at 6 a.m. An Akatsuki driver is bound to take you from Narita private airport and safely escort you to Tokyo. You already have a little villa at your dispose. Some cash will be transferred to your bank accounts soon. Keep in mind not to do anything suspicious. We don't want Lorane to pick our location the moment this mission starts. Naruto I am talking about you here." Itachi`s smooth but commanding voice was heard through the speakers. As expecting from their all so capable leader, Itachi did his homework. The mission was probably already planned and details polished.
"I will e-mail you the details for the mission. You can check them as soon as you reach the destination. We don't want any Freemasonry espionage on our conversations. The house is protected from electromagnetic interferences. Shino`s new toy. He is very proud of it. Don't forget to prize it boys."
"Good work Itachi, you saved our asses a lot of trouble. What are we to do while staying there though? Supposing the first thing Naruto is going to do, when landing, will be to take the fastest route to your brother's home?"
"In order for Sasuke to not become suspicious as in why in the world you guys are heading to Tokyo, and spend a lot of time there as well, I have already called him and announced that you guys are there for the annual companies meeting. Neji you are probably aware of the details as a heir yourself, as well as the charity annual balls. Ten Ten is going as well as your fiancé. And Naruto…well lets say he didn't question this too much…".
"Of course, Teme is probably happy to meet me after not seeing him like what…6-7 months already? I bet he is preparing a surprise party for me keke". If there was anything that Naruto loved more than his ramen, was his best friend since forever Sasuke. They were inseparable since Naruto`s father Minato first came to Fugaku to merge their companies. Totally opposite in terms of personalities. No one knew how in the world were those two best friends. And no one was to question it either.
"Actually Naruto, when I told him you are heading there too, well it wasn't even necessary for me to tell him, for he has already figured out this much, his reply was something along the lines of…great, the Dobe`s face is exactly what I need at my door steps now, in this stressful company related period. Can`t you trick him into the next Alaska cargo shipment? Suigetsu will be more than willing to help in the matter. And some other shameful colorful chosen curses I am too much of an educated man to reproduce. But you have got the main idea".
"No way the Bastard said that shit about me, he loves me too much, I tell you man. You are all jealous for we are like brothers".
"How can I be jealous of your brotherly relationship Uzumaki, since I am his biological brother?"
"How should I know, I am asking you the very same thing you smartass hmpf."
Itachi was already engaged in "blatantly ignoring Naruto" mode. So many years of practice, the man has become and expert in the matter.
"Back to the main point, while you are there annoying my foolish little brother, keep in mind to closely check his surroundings. And when I say surroundings I mean from the people he has any form of contact with, to the bowl of tomatoes that enter his stomach each morning (the man was pulling a Dracula here, Sasuke was a tomato lover. He probably didn't have any knowledge of other vegetables for the matter. Who said Sasuke Uchiha has variety in his life anyways?). But mostly, don't interfere with Athena. We don't want The Sound on our backs as well. They are still mocking us for the last time. It was pretty bad they had to step in and save our asses."
"I will make sure to keep a close eye on my Sakura-chan as well. Maybe we can get a little closer while she is out of the maleficent Sound influence". Orochimaru was successfully brainwashing his assassins.
"Which part of not interfering with her work didn't reach your foxy years Naruto?" Neji really wanted this conversation to end. With the newfound information regarding his own company matters and some stupid upcoming cursed balls (Neji absolutely loathed the very idea of going to those absolutely horrid public events. Not only all the people he hated were there, but as well as his family members he didn't get along with, not in the slightest. He was already fighting the urge to pull his hair out. Those people were fucking annoying), his work has suddenly doubled.
"Naruto I personally want to warn you: if you don't stay in the villa, along with your agent members and feel the need to abuse my little brother's non-existing hospitality, you have my blessing to do so. But, under no circumstance, and I repeat myself, under no fuckin circumstance you are to expose Sakura`s identity to the world. If this happens, not only we are going to be the mockery subject of Sound for millennia starting from now, but you can kiss the chances of stopping Lorane goodbye".
"Don't worry captain, Ten Ten and I are to make sure Naruto is going to behave. Cannot afford to compromise such a sensitive mission. I am not in for another Tobirama endless theory of why in the name of all seven swords of Mist Village (where does this man get those places from anyways?) we are not to lose a mission especially when Sound gets involved. His hatred is already taking the best of him.
"Stop talking about me when I am in the fucking room!"
"Are you really now, Naruto? Could have fooled me though hm.."
"Neji I swear I am going to cut your long hair in your sleep!" Hyugas were obsessed with their hair. Seriously, their men spend between 1 hour and 2 hours in the shower, shampooing and conditioning their hair….and they have hair masks sessions weekly. Creeps with capital C.
"…you wouldn't dare…" Was the atmosphere becoming murderous or some clowns that looked painfully alike Orochimaru the Otokage in a very bad mood were tumbling and blowing bubbles on the plane's wing? Naruto wasn't one to question…
"PFFFFF try me! But don't come running and crying your eyes out when you will be sporting a Rihanna look alike bob hairstyle. You know, it wouldn't look so bad, taking into account your long thin neckkkkkkkakakakkaka…." Neji was promptly strangling Naruto. The hell with Hyugas and their misunderstood extreme politeness and humbleness. The blond creature was begging him to end his miserable life.
Ten Ten, along with a now suddenly very silent phone speaker (God knows where Itachi was, probably sensed shit coming and discreetly ended the conversation) was watching…and laughing. She loved this guys to the max. They were crazy, loud and funny to watch and…her stomach grumbled. Apparently watching the male of the species expressing their oh-so-joyful-youthful manliness , like Maito Gai, the word`s "youthful" abuser and probably rightful owner, was making her hungry…and the tasty looking Kobe beef was flirting with her. Better be polite and not make it wait.
"HMPF…absolutely delicious. I could barely live in this plane, the service is great. And the Turkish cook was kinda hot…not that she would ever admit out loud…not in the presence of her fiancé at least".
She wasn't hearing Naruto`s whining anymore. Has Neji really killed him this time? Hopefully not, killing someone always took a load shit of paperwork. It was painful as fuck. As she was munching her beef, Ten Ten took a bite and, with her fork in her hand, she proceeded to the rest room, where a loud BANG! Followed by a BLOOB and some other minor noises man do when they solve their problems…like real and mature man they were, was heard. There stood a very wet passed out Uzumaki Naruto…was it him? With his hair stuck to his face like that she wasn't really sure anymore, in all his comatose state glory (he wasn't moving), tied with the hair drier's cable…and Neji nowhere to be seen. Dear Lord…She secretly wondered if Sakura was having a more comfortable flight…probably, that snake men Orochimaru wasn't the one to send his favorite assassin in anything less then 5 stars…
At the same time, a more calming and serene, horrible dressed Sakura Haruno was having an orgasmic state. Not that her virgin body actually knew what an orgasm felt like, but she supposed something along the lines. iPod in-ear stereos, Nightwish blasting to the maximum volume limit, her chair not abused by sugar-rushed brats anymore and perverted hallucinogens addicts now facing the other side of the plane…or world. She was in Heaven.
After she has so politely threatened the stewardess to let her bring her iPod or she was about to shove the vomit inducing pathetic excuse of a plane meal( she didn't know what was flooding into the soup) down her throat, she turned her geeky and murderous looking face to the poor hyperactive child and told him if he hit her chair one more time, the Boogie Man will come and strangle him with his tongue (the child froze in that position ever since and was looking absent minded under his chair…without moving his head…he looked like a frog in heat).
And she promptly punched the druggie excuse of a human being mate seat in his face, for the lack of anything more inspiring. Yeah, no one dared to question here on this one, they were busy looking at how ridiculously she looked like. She has caused quite havoc among the passengers. Was that lame couple pointing their fingers at her and laughing? Who the fuck cares. As long as they keep their mouths shut, they can enjoy the wonders of having a democratic freedom of speech law system. Life was good.
7. a.m, Tokyo International Airport/Haneda Airport
After an 8 hours flight, Sakura thought she was going to be glued to the chair, the moment they announced the successful landing (she lost the bet with the only normal looking passenger lady she met in the plane, regarding the plane even going to reach Japan`s border. Life was full of surprises apparently).
After taking her luggage, she headed straight to a coffee machine, placed in the proximity of a Starbucks. She needed caffeine in her system pronto. She wasn't an addict like Karin, as being more into sweet things instead, but she was worn off and she hasn't managed to get any sleep. A caffeine rush was more than welcomed. She was tired and she looked even worse than normal…well...the level of normality she could pull off, given the clothes she wore was debatable here, but anyways, Sakura knew she was having a hard day ahead. And the fact that she wasn't at her top shape was not helping her case.
Today was the God-forbid-shall-not-be-named horrid day, when she was going to meet her new "boss" Sasuke Uchiha. And pose as a poor maid that came straight from the middle of her equally poor farmer's family. Looking like a walking zombie. Or street gangster girl. Or both.
Except from some very juicy gossip, she hasn't actually taken her time to do much Sasuke Uchiha personality research. She basically knew nothing about this man, except that he was filthy rich, a wanted heir and a total player…and if she was to trust the rumors, a very handsome one. Hell, she hasn't even looked at his photo! What if he was an ugly or perverted looking looser, or worse, having a pimpled complexion, or a big hairy mole on the top of his nose, or green alien ants or…she really needed that damn coffee that took suspiciously more time to boil as usual. Her mind decided to take an unexpected break. God was she tired as fuck.
After finally taking her coffee, taking a big slip (damn was it not even hot enough), she headed to the metro station. Taking a cab in Tokyo was anything but an option. The traffic jam was living up to his reputation. She was going to be late. She was expected to Sasuke`s place in 45 minutes and she was stuck here in the too crowded Terminal, with a luggage that seemed ten times heavier than she remembered and a pain in the back that she hasn't have time to soothe, for she was stuck to a stupid chair 8 hours flat. And the weather didn't look good either. Sakura has studied the weather forecast intently beforehand. She knew some bad shit storm was up ahead. But she didn't have another free hand to hold her red doted polka umbrella. And she had no way to grow up one now, had she?
Fortunately the Japanese architects proved their genius once again, for they built the metro station somewhere really close the Tokyo Airport, so in just 10 minutes she was able to buy a metro ticket and head to the station. It was really fancy and well lighted. Spotless clean as well. And it didn't smell weird like she experienced in New York last year. Those people were probably in some lets-save-water strike or something. People were staring in her general direction, but surprisingly, they weren't laughing or being rude. She was pleasantly surprised. The people here were humble and kind. And polite. She was feeling calmer. The station was packed, but she didn't feel suffocated here. It was the atmosphere. Friendly and warm. People were minding their own business. Well that was a beautiful and welcomed surprise. She was already liking Tokyo. It was a good sign, wasn't it?
Sitting in the train that took her to wherever Sasuke`s house district was located on, Sakura was thinking about her newfound piece of information. Riding a metro in Japan was brain surgery. She wasn't able to understand the metro directions map at all. They looked like a spider's web, with so many points and lines and…it was not even written in English…or any eligible language for the matter. She was able to speak Japanese as good as she spoke hindi: sucking level. Zero.
No matter how much Orochimaru or Tsunade tried to teach her the art of portraying kanji or conducting a conversation in a language that lacked grammatical rules, she totally sucked when it came to Japanese. She really wanted to learn, but she just couldn't. Thanks God Sasuke has done his studies in the USA, before coming back to Japan to take care of the family business. She knew that much information, it was the first and only think she asked Orochimaru regarding him.
But with the help of a very kind French tourist guide that happened to take the very same metro route as her, she was able to barely catch the train on time. Wow, it was riding really fast. She new the feeling of riding fast metros or trains or vehicles in general. She was friends with Karin the pirate of the roads after all.
And here she was, sitting in between some whispering high school girls that were fangirling over some J-Rock star she didn't quite catch the name of, a note in her hands with Sasuke`s address written on it (Romaji of course) and her eyes on the window.
Absentmindedly, she opened her travel bag, pulled out her journal (a gift from Karin on her 22nd anniversary), took a pink pen and stared at the light blue and pink empty pages, wondering what should she write anyways? What kind of things do people write in a journal? Daily notes like what you eat, who annoyed the hell out of you during the day or…and there were photos people tend to stick on the pages, right? College graduation ceremonies photos, class trips, seaside, a beautiful sunrise? Kind of photos where people smile and look happy, enjoying each other's company.
Does she have this kind of photos? Apart from very many photos of her and Karin from different clubs and parties (girl was obsessed with pictures, she should have become a professional photographer instead of a Sound agent. She graduated from an Art School after all and sure as hell she acted her reputation. That woman was always up in the clouds) and maybe some with her and Tsunade during holidays in foreign countries, it was not like she would start sticking photos of Orochimaru, Anko and the others. She didn't want to risk losing the notebook and compromise their connection. And glitter stickers, right? A quick cast on the other Japanese people around, told her that she wouldn't have problems in this department, for Japan didn't lack glitter and flashy things.
But she started to write nonetheless. Maybe some inspiration is going to strike. This or a lightning, it was raining like crazy outside.
Dear My Journal,
ahm…I am not even sure how should I start, I have never been the one for poetic stuff, for I was always better in science and mathematics. This is my first entry so…try to bear with me and don't be too critic, ok?
I arrived in Japan, safe and sound, and although I absolutely lack skills in the way of describing places and people, I will try to portray what I can grasp about Tokyo and Japanese people, from my little green painted train sit.
Although it is raining outside since I have arrived and the clouds look angry and dark, I cannot help but watch in wonder. In the middle of the spring season, Tokyo is an amazing sight to behold. Tall flashy buildings, advertising panels everywhere, with beautiful people presenting new cosmetics and they look happy and cute and fluffy and I strangely love it.
Everything is surrounded by colors and lights and it gives me such a warm feeling, that I cannot help but feel addicted to. I can clearly see the sakura trees. They are in bloom, an explosion of pink and white and it is amazing. The modernism of the city blends in perfectly, with the traditional touch.
I see modern cars, infrastructure, but nonetheless I spotted an ancient temple on a far region. I secretly feel the need to go there. I have seen something like this before. Tsunade-shishou has brought me there twice. She taught me how to sip my tea, like a true geisha. I miss her already.
Then the people. Since I have first came here, no one stared and no one throw hateful glares in my direction. Japanese are polite and humble and made respect an art. I see on my left side an old man helping a teenage schoolgirl with some homework. There is a lady dressed in a beautiful red silky kimono that plays a minuet on violin. And she added vocals too, she is amazing and I feel she doesn't do it for money. Apparently here, people feel the need to express their happiness with one another.
A middle aged woman is holding a little girl in her arms. Probably five or six years old. She is beautiful and from where I stand, she is having the same shade of emerald eyes as my own. Her mother is clearly a native, the long straight black hair and equally dark almond shaped eyes are giving her away, so it must be her father that is a foreigner. And she is smiling at me.
I am not good with kids, I have always been on my own and not very sociable, but she is seeing something in me. I try to smile back and she giggles. Her mother watches her precious one with curios eyes, then she follows her gaze and fix me with her staring. She smiles as well. An enchanting smile nonetheless, this woman was a mixture of beauty and grace. I keep the smile on my face as well, and for the first in a long time, it comes almost natural.
Then she does something unexpected: she takes a little post-it note, writes something on it and holds it into my direction, silently asking me to take it. And when I lower my gaze on the content, I cannot help but feel my eyes water. Her daughter has an incurable disease. Her mother brought her to fulfill the little one's last wish: see the ancient traditional tea ceremony on the very same temple I had my eyes fixed a moment ago. The little angel has at most one or two weeks left. And she thanked me for showing what she considered to be my enchanting and honest smile to her daughter. Apparently she was sick of the hospital nurses` constant pity and forced smile on her.
The train has come to a stop and I see the two of them nodding in my direction and taking their leave. And then I realize how many stories are suddenly thrown at me, of people I have never meet in my life and of people who share some of my own inner demons, without being aware of…or are they?
And I cannot help but wonder, if I am not Sakura Haruno the Sound agent, but Sakura the simple 22 years old teenager, can I really give this people a part of me in return? Will I ever cross path with such a special someone that will take my story in his hands, erase the ugliness in it and replace it with fulfillment and joy? And as I watch a young couple some chairs away, holding hands and being lost into one another, oblivious to the surroundings, I cannot help the nagging feeling of loneliness that pierces my soul. They found a special someone to bond their stories with. They have no idea just how lucky they are.
Dear journal,
I am almost there, to my destination. I see the train slowing up. When I get off, I begin a new chapter in the book that is my life. I cannot help but feel slightly nervous. I was never dealing the unexpected good. I use to be really shy…
Sasuke Uchiha`s very personal home was really well confined in a secluded part of Tokyo, that you even needed a personal access entry card. Sakura felt like she was more attempting to enter the Sound's base than someone's house. But nevertheless, the scenery was spectacular. There was no sky creeper or any tall building for the matter in the area, only modern and stylish looking villas and traditional houses.
It looked like the kind of neighborhood where really rich people lived in, to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. It was not bad at all. Except for the traditional looking Japanese houses, with paper thick walls, erecting wooden columns supported by a flat base, an edged roof, supported by horizontal wooden beams and vertical columns, all the other houses were one or two flatted villas, with modern lines and unique shapes. Nothing cheap or too flashy. There was an abundance of in bloom sakura trees, elms and some palm trees, that looked unexpectedly healthy, given the not so appropriate climate, but beautiful nonetheless.
There were not so many people passing the overly clean and narrow streets. Were it smell like lavender shampoo as well? Those filthy rich people… One or two sports cars rushing to God knows where, and some people in their yards, pruning the roses. And they didn't seem Japanese at all….and of course they were watching her suspiciously.
A poor and now wet to the bones looking young woman, dressed more like a sailor than girl, tainting their little Beverly-hills atmosphere was apparently not a welcomed change in scenery. Maybe she overdid it with the clothing? She didn't want to attract unwanted attention, but apparently she was having a hey-I-am-here-don` t-forget-to-take-a-look vibe around her. Well, considering the way she looked like, if she was about to see such a person on the street, probably she would laugh her ass out loud.
Whatever, taking her access card out (it was sent to her when she applied for this job…well she didn't move a finger, for Anko was the one that did her registration and sent her CV online to Sasuke`s secretary, some Jugo dude…that woman wrote so much bullshit about her, in order to build up a convincing history of a farmer's sole's daughter, who came here to hit the jackpot in Tokyo and make some money, for she wasn't able to sustain the farmer, having a huge bank loan that was haunting her skin after her parents apparently died in a terrible accident: hit by a caterpillar. " Thanks god she hasn't wrote hit by an UFO instead, Anko was probably shitfaced when she wrote that CV" Sakura had the time of her life reading it. Sasuke`s secretary probably just as well), more of a sign for the other to see she wasn't sneaking around to rob them, but she was entitled to be there as well.
Well, she was more than worthy of being there, considering how rich she was as well. Hell if Sakura wanted to, she could pull out her phone and, with a quick call in Switzerland, she could have that for Sale villa she has just passed, bought in no time. She was mentally laughing at the irony of it.
Here she was, filthy rich, trying to blend in with people that normally were killing themselves to meet her during balls or expensive parties, when she was in a good enough mood to professionally sport a Marchesa gown. Now they looked like they wanted nothing more than kill her with stones. The snobby little fuckers. She loathed them all. She loathed them with burning passion and feeling and…and was that big murderous and hungry looking Pitbull heading her way?
"HOLLY MOTHER FREAKING SHIT!" Even dogs are above her here, damnit she hated dogs. She was in for a good run to Sasuke`s house now. And God the dog can run fast as well. At least it wasn't raining anymore…
Contrary to popular belief, Uchiha Sasuke was not a patient man. Sure, he was a master at hiding it when necessary, but that was beside the point for he was currently in his personal mansion, expecting the arrival of a certain lady.
This morning, when he was finally able to have a proper sleep, for he had a stressful business related stupid meeting with a bald fat shit-headed heir of some insignificant company yesterday (Sasuke didn't even bother to memorize the name), that lasted 5 freaking hours nonetheless (the man couldn't take a no for an answer, Juugo, his personal secretary has called him…at 6 a.m in the morning, to remind him his new hired personal maid was arriving this morning.
And the bitch was 15 minutes late on her very first day.
If there was something Sasuke really couldn't stand on people, was them not being in time for meetings. He considered this treat to be unforgivable and defying. Uchihas were obsessed with punctuality. Well…they were obsessed with many things in general…like revenge. And this is exactly what his now 20 minutes late wannabe maid is going to get, if she didn't show his ass on the door right now.
He was brooding like a madman, he was hungry as fuck, he didn't have a decent meal since yesterday morning hence his grumbling stomach, he was equally tired, he felt his head throbbing and his room started to spin. He felt like a cocaine addict in need. And to add to the "fun", he arrived home at 2 a.m after a clubbing session, that included a load of booze, a drunk Suigetsu and some good looking blonde chick, who was daring and sexy and gave him a really good…
DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGG
She was here. He was already in his so famous glaring mode, ready to give her hell. If the woman thought he was a man that tolerated his workers such cavemen manners, she had another thing coming. When Sasuke was angry and was putting effort into it (he was most of the time angry so it came natural to him), people knew better than to cross his way.
He was an intimidating man in all seriousness, he rivaled Tobirama and Orochimaru, hands down. And the glare he sent to the others made grown up professional fighters and champions run for their lives. He was that bad. And to his stupor, apparently this "skill" was turning women on. There are many unsolved mysteries on the world apparently. Give NASA a lot of shit to research. They should start on this matter, the others are probably linked to it.
But nothing had him prepared for what he encountered the moment he opened the door (of course, in slow motion, to add to the dramatic effect and build up a solemn feeling). The moment he cracked the door open, he was promptly hit by something wet, small and pink, successfully pushing him into a little glass table with a cactus on it (what the hell was that plant there for anyways? It was ugly as hell and served absolutely no purpose).
But he wasn't given time to react, not that he was going to anyways, for he was too stunned and….his palm was slightly bleeding and aching. Fuck his life, in search for balance, he grabbed the corner of the table with his right hand and planted his left one directly in the ugly and big cactus…that wasn't happening… a loud high scream was piercing his ears like 1000 police sirens:
"CLOSE THE DOOR YOU MORON!" Apparently the unidentified pink wet object was equipped with a loud mouth…and a rude vocabulary. He was probably hallucinating…maybe the cactus was poisoned. Was someone calling him a "moron", in his very house?
After three seconds of completely disorientation Sasuke regained his composure…and balance for the matter and followed with his eyes in the direction of the said scream. His gaze landed directly on the said owner. The reaction immediate: eyes wide like saucers, jaw clenched like a shark's that caught his prey, thin lips firmly pressed together, perfectly shaped lashes knotted. Clenched fists. Straight pose. Screw the caffeine addicts. He was woke up in an instant. Anger level: ATTENTION! EXTREMELY DANGEROUS HIGH LEVEL! SYSTEM OVERLOAD! EVACUATE IMMEDIATE! He was fuming. He even started to show it on the outside. Whoever was watching him now would have sworn there was a purple skeleton surrounding his body like a shell. Devil was rising. No bird was heard in the nearby area.
There, in front of him, in all her glory, was his personal and now questionable hired famous maid. Her back on him, she was facing the door, a hand on the knob, the other on her heart. She was slightly trembling. She wasn't facing him, but she sure as hell sensed the murderous aura radiating from him.
If anyone was to see the scene happening, it looked exactly like those horror movies, where the main heroine has run through the forest like 5000 billion km, in the rain of course, there was always raining in horror movies, the clouds were that smart to pour rain on the perfect time, looking like she came straight from the II World War, ripped off clothing, wet as a rat in the shower, looking scared out of her mind and finding a house to hide herself.
Of course, realizing after a moment of false hope of protection, that she came exactly on the very said ghost or monster's home, sensing the danger on her back, and dramatically taking a turn to face the disaster, as in waiting for her painful death to come. Freddy Kruger and Jason were currently sending their compliments and congratulations.
For her part, Sakura was dealing with an interesting situation. After encountering that creature that was called a dog in all false modesty, she run like 10 minutes around the said neighborhood in search for that stupid boss of hers house. Normally, she wouldn't have any problems in dealing with multiple tasks at same time, for she was a freaking Sound agent!
But apparently being followed by an angry Pitbull and looking for a house that was non-existent was proven more difficult than she thought. Now dealing with the Pitbull wasn't supposed to be a problem after all, all she had to do was take a little poisoned Japanese senbon and shove it into the said creature's thick jugular. But she couldn't risk hiding weapons on her very first day and look suspicious. Apparently it was a dumb idea.
After she managed to spot the house (HOLLY MACARONI it was the most luxury house she ever laid her eyes on, in all her honesty, it was basically screaming "Uchiha freaking Sasuke stays in here"), more like the mansion, for it was the only building she overlooked while being chased by the dog, she run straight to the front fence. She truly prayed to all the gods in there, even some that were not invented yet, to the gate to be opened, it was the only chance to escape the now raging Pitbull. And it was, oh lucky.
But of course the front door was not opened, duh, go figure, man was chased by rabid fan girls 24 hours, so the Pitbull managed to open the fence somehow (the hell, was some kind of artificial intelligence implanted in that dog's brain or something?) and grab one of her legs, while she was busy ringing and banging her hands on the said fancy looking glass door. If she wasn't to be in need, she probably would feel sorry to touch the beautiful painted and classy decorated glass door. But that was out of question.
Luckily, while she was busy banging on the door and trying her best to plant a good kick on the unleashed dog's stomach (it was ripping her already garbage looking clothes), the very owner of the fancy looking door finally took pity on her and cracked the door open. But he was taking too much time. WTF was he waiting for, he was too slow she didn't have time for this. She at least managed to kick the dog and make him bleed, bark and run.
So the moment Sasuke opened the door she barged in without exactly having a clue of what she was doing. Sakura was in the shadows of what went after that moment. She collided with something hard and warm and she probably thrown that "thing" away of her path. She made a flashy grand entrance all right. All that was missing were the media and paparazzi.
So after the natural born instinct of closing that damn door kicked in, she had a moment of lucidity to take a grasp of the exact situation. And when she realized just how much of a disaster has just transpired, she wanted a hole in the ground to open up that instant and take her in.
"Well shit…" she was mumbling low incoherent words, her back still on his boss. Sakura didn't trust her guts to turn around. Her brain was promptly shut down. It couldn't have been worse than this. In just 5 seconds, she has basically ruined any chance of making a good impression. To a man like Sasuke Uchiha.
And she was feeling the murderous amount of killing intent coming from the said man all right. In all the years she worked as an agent, Sakura had no problem in admitting that Sasuke was the most frightening thing that she has encountered. And she killed serial killers, mafia and Lorane henchmen. Nothing even started to compare to him.
No matter how much she tried to act nonchalant like nothing cataclysmic has just occurred, she just couldn't. Her hand still on the door (she really didn't want to let it go, for she didn't trust that her legs won` t give away and fell), a hand in a vain attempt to calm her racing heart, her luggage dropped somewhere on the streets, she felt the hair on the back of her neck rising.
It was silent after that. No one spoke. One was cowering back in fear trembling like a scared cat (hellooooo, Earth to Haruno Sakura the top assassin, responding please!), another looking like he was about to murder something pink. The creepy atmosphere thick. One could possibly managed to cut it with a knife.
Sakura was feeling his boss anger slowly rising. And she had an idea of why was that: not only she literary trespassed her new boss` home, but she also pushed him, without even a proper greeting, and cursed him to make it all the tragically. Some god hated her up there.
Her skin had goose bumps, and she was sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she was still wet and sweaty. She was afraid if she turned her head and look over her shoulder, a giant black dragon is going to cut her head in half. For Heaven's sake, just what kind of man was Sasuke Uchiha, to be able to pull such a frightening vibe? And she snapped out of her frightened state of mind, when the very same man spoke for the first time.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
His surprisingly calm voice filled the air. If the situation was different, Sakura would have probably been enchanted. His voice was a low baritone, with a smooth, almost seductive note, but filled with venom. He practically spit the words to her. Ok, so he was mad at her.
And this was the exact moment she was pulled out of her frightened induced state of mind and turned around to face him. And when she did, she indeed saw exactly just what kind of man Sasuke Uchiha was. He was not a snobby heir, with bald or pimples or moles or ants. And definitely not a small one either.
There in front of her, stood a God.
And Sakura`s jaw promptly and unceremoniously hit the floor.
"O…..M…G".