Date: 5/1/13
Rating: T
Genre: AU, Drama, Humor
Prompt: AU - In which Sasuke is the prodigal son and an important public figure (think heir to some wealthy estate etc.) and Sakura is his "muscle" aka bodyguard.
Her name was Sakura Haruno, and she was sitting on his couch. Why she gave him her name in the first place was a mystery to him. It's not like he cared anyway. Sasuke glanced at the clock. Where was Itachi? He buzzed his secretary for the third time. Uchiha-san was still in his meeting, she told him. Damn it. Sasuke sighed and walked over to the window.
Sakura had insisted that she was here for him and not his brother, but that was a lie. Sasuke would never— never—even consider asking her for her services. So either this was a case of mistaken identity or some stupid joke. But whatever it was, it had Itachi's name written all over it. He turned to face her. "You," he said with dismay, "Is this how they're dressing you guys now?"
Sakura ignored the insult and looked down at her clothes, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Well," he said as he walked toward Sakura and examined her—white polo, slacks, and a blazer. He didn't even want to get started on her hair. Pink. How tacky. "It isn't very flattering." Sasuke saw her fist clench; yet, her face showed no emotion. He smirked; she was an interesting one, he'd give her that.
"I'll have you know," Sakura replied evenly, "that my outfit makes my job easier."
Sasuke scoffed. "I can't imagine how."
She stood up. "One," she lifted her forefinger, "it's easier to move in. Two, I can effectively hide everything I need. And three, as long as I do my job well and the employer is satisfied, what does it matter? Honestly, have you never seen a—"
"What is this about, Sasuke?" Itachi said in exasperation as he entered Sasuke's office. "You know I had an important—Oh, you're here early."
Sakura gave Sasuke a look before she bowed. He knew it; Itachi did have something to do with this. Sasuke waved her to his brother. "This is the Uchiha you were looking for."
Itachi glanced at Sakura. She did not look amused. "She's not here for me," he told him. However, Sasuke didn't respond and shot him a puzzled look. Itachi sighed—always so foolish—and rubbed his temples. "This is Sakura Haruno, and she's going to be your bodyguard."
Bodyguard?
Sasuke raised his brow. "So she's not a . . ?"
"Not a what?"
He looked at Sakura from head to toe. Things were starting to make sense now. His eyes met hers. "A prostitute?"
Twitch. "You thought I was a what?!"
It took everything in her power not to lunge at the Uchiha and kill him. If she wasn't being paid so much, she probably would have. A prostitute. The whole time she was there, Sasuke thought she was a prostitute. No wonder he was looking at her like that. Sakura had never been so insulted in her life. But what could she do? She needed the money.
Itachi shook his head and made his way toward the door, leaving the two alone in Sasuke's office; he had no time for his brother's foolishness right now. It got quiet; the air was tense. Sasuke sighed and looked at Sakura. "You," he commanded, "Come here." Sakura pursed her lips but followed his order, remaining quiet as he circled her. She was supposed to be his bodyguard? Sasuke scoffed. She didn't even look like she could take Naruto. He stopped in front of her and reached for her pink locks, "Of all colors—"
However, before Sasuke could finish his sentence, Sakura grabbed his wrist and pushed him against the wall, arm behind his back. It didn't hurt (too much). But it sure was goddamn annoying. "Uchiha-san," she growled into his ear, "let's get a few things straight before I start. One, my name is Sakura, not 'You.' Two, my hair is pink; get over it. And three," she finally released him, "I charge $1500 a day."
Sasuke pushed himself from the wall and glared at the pinkette, but she remained unfazed. Rather, she returned the glare for a few moments, the two of them in a mental standoff, before she smirked. Satisfaction was all over her face. She bowed. "I'll be outside if you need me," she said, "Uchiha-san."
Sasuke crossed his arms as she watched Sakura exit the office. She had to be one of the most annoying, disrespectful, poorly dressed women he had ever met in his life.
He liked her.
Feisty.