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It had been such a long night, long day and she just wanted to go home, roll up into her fluffiest most favorite blanket...and pass out.
Instead…
Sakura Haruno, the star surgeon of Konoha Hospital, had just rear-ended the car in front of her. The really black, really sleek and expensive-looking car.
“Shit.” She let her head fall forward and onto her steering wheel. “HONK!” “Ugh.” She thought...this might be the worst moment of her life.
No, the worst moment fo her life had been when she had gotten drunk at one of her best friend’s houses at thier college graduation party and had hit on his Uncle Madara, who had almost...almost taken her up on her embarrassing proposal to make out in the library.
With a tremendous effort, she opened her door and stepped out of her clunky sedan to exchange insurance information with the...Sakura paused, one hand on the door.
“Wow.” She muttered.
The man she had rear-ended was just as sleek looking as the vehicle he drove. Long midnight black hair, sharp eye brows that arched ever so slightly, smooth pale skin and eyes that...made her think of obsidian in the moonlight.
Sakura shook her head. She must have fallen asleep again, she must be dreaming only...Sasuke or Madara Uchiha was ‘this’ good looking.
“Of course I had to rear end, him…” She muttered as she walked halfway in between her vehicle and his.
Itachi looked the woman up and down as he walked toward her. It had been his fault, he had braked without notice, almost rear-ending the car in front
of him not giving the woman enough time to stop. He had been about to apologize but had been caught off guard...it was her hair. It was pink.
She looked tired. Itachi took in the lopsided and hastily buttoned overcoat, one of her shoes were untied and her hair...her pastel pink hair was...tangled down the right side of her face. He smiled.
“Here.” Sakura stuck her hand out in front of her with her insurance information and phone number on it. “Give me yours and we can move out of the way of the other vehicles.”
Itachi nodded, reaching into his suit pocket and pulling his business card out. “I don’t have my insurance information on me, but here is my card. I will get it to you as soon as I get to my family’s home.”
Sakura nodded. She had hit him, if he wasn’t worried about getting the correct information from her, she wasn’t either. “Sounds good.”
Itachi smiled as Sakura pushed her tangled hair back from her face, turned without looking at his card and walked back to her vehicle, got in, and closed the door. Itachi stood there for a moment, he had wanted to...he wasn’t sure what he had wanted to do only...it didn’t matter, he too turned and walked back to his vehicle.
He had her information, perhaps he could call her later...or not.
Sakura pushed her front door open and nearly fell over the threshold. “Ugh.” She groaned, kicking her shoes off, dropping her bags to the floor without remorse, and trudged up her stairs to her bedroom without locking the door behind her.
Five hours later…
RING RING RING
“Ello?” Sakura spoke half into the phone, half into her blanket. “You’re late.” Sasuke’s voice came to her from far away.
“Eh?” She rolled over in her bed, her eyes still closed.
“The dinner to welcome my brother home started at 8 pm Sakura.” Sasuke was annoyed, she could tell.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I fell asleep as soon as I got home! I’ll get dressed and be over soon.” She hopped out of bed pulling at her clothes as she moved across her room to open her closet.
“I’m outside your front door...Sakura, did you know your front door was open?” He hung up on her, she could hear him walking up the stairs and pulled her shirt off over her head, grabbing a nicer black shirt.
“Sakura…” Sasuke stopped in the doorway to her bedroom and watched her struggle to pull her shirt on over her head. “You’re hopeless. I can’t believe you’re a surgeon sometimes, you’re so clumsy.”
Sasuke tsked and walked over to help her with her shirt. After he had pulled her shirt down over her head he started to unbutton her pants making her squeak in surprise.
“What?” He smirked. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before, we dated for two years.”
“I know but, it’s different now Sasuke.” Sakura blushed, pulling and turning away from him. “I’ll be right out.” She shut the door to her closet, shoved her pants down, and pulled up a short red skirt that she had grabbed from a hanger on the left.
“Leave your hair down.” Sasuke watched her emerge from the closet, his eyes falling tho the rather, inadequate hem of her skirt. “That’s a little short don’t you think?”
“Uh, maybe, yeah give me a minute, and I’ll…” Sasuke pulled her back from her closet.
“No time, it’s fine, lets go, here.” He handed her a brush and nearly pulled her out the door behind him. “Don’t forget to lock your door, I’ll drive, you
look tired, you don’t want to get into a car accident.”
“Shit.” She pulled her hand from his grasp. “That reminds me, uh, I kinda did get into an accident on the way home, I rear-ended someone and…”
“Really?” Sasuke paused. “Someone rear-ended Itachi on the way to the house today.” He shrugged and opened the door to his car for her.
The drive to the Uchiha manor was a short one. Sakura noticed that there were quite a few cars there, far more than she had expected.
“Sasuke, why are there so many people here? I thought that I thought it was just a family dinner for your brother Itachi?” There must have been over fifteen cars parked up and down the Uchiha manor’s main house.
“Am I, dressed okay?” She looked down at her simple black shirt and red skirt that Sasuke had thought was too short.
“Hn.” Sasuke pulled into the family garage, parking his car on the end.
“Don’t Hn, me. Do you think your mom could lend me something if…” She began to fuss at her top pulling and smoothing it at the same time?
“Stop Sakura, you look fine, you always look fine,” Sasuke said with uncharacteristic flattery.
Sakura blinked. It had been over six years since they had dated. They had been high school sweethearts but after she had thrown herself into med school and he had gone into law, they had drifted apart. Not out of lack of affection but time, they didn’t have time for a relationship, either one of them and they had drifted apart.
Only in the last few months had they started reconnecting. Sakura didn’t know exactly where they stood with one another. They weren’t dating but they weren’t, not dating either. They really needed to have a talk, but now, wasn’t the time.
Sasuke pushed the side door to the main house open and stepped inside.
“Sakura dear, so good fo you to come! I told Sasuke not to bother you if you were tired dear. Kami knows how hard you work child.” Mikoto Uchiha walked toward them quickly, giving Sakura a half armed hug, mixing bowl in the other arm, and then hugged her son.
“Mom, why are you cooking, we have cooks and maids for that.” Sasuke took the bowl from his mother and handed it off to a passing maid.
“Now now Sasuke, just because I don’t have to cook doesn’t mean I don’t want to cook.” Mikoto smiled fondly at her youngest son.
“Right, well anyway, Sakura wants to know if she can borrow a dress, she just got home from work and fell asleep and forgot about coming over for dinner.” Sasuke tattled on Sakura who hit him behind his mother’s turned back, glaring daggers at him making him smirk even more at her.
“Of course my dear! Let’s go get you dressed, not to worry, Itachi isn’t even down yet, something about insurance papers or whatnot.” Mikoto waved her hand at Sasuke.
“Go tell your father I am helping Sakura get dressed and will be out in a moment.”
“Mikoto please,” Sakura protested. “This isn’t necessary, really.”
“Not to worry dear, I have the perfect dress.” Mikoto shushed her with a mother’s smile and lead her down the hall to her bed-chamber.
An hour later, Sakura stepped out of Mikoto’s rooms in a shiny, sleek little black dress, her hair piled up high at the crown of her head, curled and falling down her back in an artistic knot. She felt ridiculous and highly suspected that Mikoto had bought this dress fro her specifically...it fit too well.
It had always been like this. Mikoto had gotten it into her mind six years ago that she and Sasuke were meant to be. “A surgeon and a lawyer!” She used to coo at them, making them laugh and roll their eyes at one another.
“Yes, I can botch a surgery and Sasuke can represent me in a court of law.” Sakura would joke.
“Exactly.” Fugaku Sasuke’s father used to cross his arms over his chest and nodd his head making Sasuke and Sakura roll their eyes even more.
Sasuke was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He watched her walk beside his mother and thought she had never looked more beautiful. This time...he wasn’t going to let her get away, this time, he wasn’t going to let her go. It had been a mistake. Thank kami she hadn’t found someone else. Thank kami she was still single.
Mikoto cast her youngest son a knowing smile. Those two kids, when would they see, they were meant for one another. There was no one better suited for Sasuke than Sakura Haruno. Mikoto watched her son watch the pink-haired woman walk toward him...he was clearly smitten. “To be young again.” Mikoto smiled.
“What?” Sakura asked.
“Nothing dear, there’s Sasuke, go on, you two have a good time. Dinner should be served soon. Don’t forget to say hello to Itachi. It’s been ages since you’ve seen him.”
Mikoto pushed Sakura gently in the small of her back, smiled as she stumbled forward into Sasuke arms.
Itachi tapped the two pages of his insurance and contact information into alignment, folded it, then slipped it into an envelope. He would mail it, after dinner. He sighed, he hadn’t asked for this dinner, he hadn’t wanted it. He wasn’t even hungry. Itachi yawned. All he wanted to do was read a book and maybe go to bed early.
With a ragged sigh, he rose, placed the envelope in his suit pocket, and opened the door to his old bedroom. He supposed, he should make an appearance. It was his dinner, after all.
There were too many people here. He didn’t even know half of them. Slowly he walked down the stairs into the main foyer. Sasuke was at one of the refreshment table, he would talk to him…
As Itachi approached the table and his brother he noticed a flash of bight color in the sea of dark suits, dark dresses, and dark Uchiha hair...pink. He
stopped mid-step on the stairs, it was her, it was that woman who had…
Sakura felt eye on her, turned her head to the left, then the right...where was Sasuke, he had gone to get them drinks and…
Green eyes looked up into obsidian black...it was him, that man whom she had…
“Sakura? Is everything okay?” Sasuke handed her a flute of champaign, following her eyes to the stairs where Itachi was standing, staring back at Sakura.
“Do you...remember my brother Itachi?” Sasuke didn’t like the way Sakura was looking at Itachi and he didn’t like the way Itachi...was looking at Sakura.
“Uh, no but…” Sakura licked her lips, Itachi was moving down the stairs, toward them. “I kinda rear-ended him on the way home from work today.”
“What?” Sasuke asked as Itachi stepped up beside him, his eyes on Sakura, and bowed correctly.
“The fault was mine, allow me to apologize...Sakura.” Itachi lifted her hand up from her side with his and kissed her knuckles briefly. “It’s been a long time. You’ve...grown a bit.”