It All Started When: SasuSaku

First Part: Hers

It was never like she thought it would be. She had her own beliefs and he had his, but they met again  in the most uncommon way and because of this, it made her and him remember the other person forever. It all started when a kind, yet brooding and mean man helped the female out at their second meeting in a long time.

“Hello sir, what can I get for you?” Me being my polite employee self gave the customer a cheerful smile. Ugh, a filthy smile in return.

“You mind me ordering take out instead?” The man replied. Oh, how I hate these types of men. They were all filthy and perverted, thinking their looks can lead them somewhere in life. I can feel myself roll my eyes. Always the same line. Mind me ordering take out instead. It disgusted me that even the most nicest of men would still be like this. Perverted.

“Of course I don’t mind. But what would you like, sir?” I shivered as the man looked me up and down. The stares they give me make me feel naked. He checked me out again before giving a grin.

“How about you?”

I acted surprise, “Oh no, sir! I’d rather not.” I took a deep breath in my mind. Always start with step one. If step one doesn’t work, proceed to step two.

“Oh, why not? You’re a charming girl. Why don’t we go somewhere together?” The man suggested. Ew, like I would ever go with you old man.

I forced myself to smile again, “No thank you sir, I’d rather not.” I repeated. I wonder how many times I must repeat the same line ‘till he leaves? Or do I have to go all the way to the last step?

“Come on now, your manager wouldn’t mind.” He urged me. Heh, okay, he’s led me even closer to the last step.

“No thank you sir, I’d RATHER not.” I made sure the “rather not” part was bolded and he would catch on. It seems like this man just wouldn’t give up. There it was, the touch of the arm.

“Girl, don’t make me drag you out.” Oo…this guy’s serious. I looked around to see if there was anyone near by that could help me with the situation. I gave an endangered look to the people around me. They seem to want to help, but cannot find a way to. Hmph, yeah right. I felt myself being pushed, “Let’s go, girl.”

“I said…” I struggled to get out his grip, “I don’t want to!” A smack was heard. Oo…that’s gotta hurt. And there was my savior, standing in all dark colors. I quickly went behind him.

“I’ll get you next time!” The man ran out of the restaurant as the young man that helped me turned around.

Before I could say “thank you”, he said the most uncommon thing to say after rescuing someone, “Watch it next time.” Oh, I was angered.

“It isn’t my fault I almost got raped by a forty year old man!” I retorted back.

“Aa…right. I forgot. You’re a damsel in distress. Makes more sense.” His smirk widen as my anger rose even higher.

“For your information, I could’ve handled him.” I replied, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Right, that’s why you were standing there defenseless.” He said sarcastically.

“Well FYI,” Before I could start, I was interrupted. How rude!

“Shouldn’t a distressed person say ‘thank you’ to their savior?” He drawled. “That’s what you used to do.”

Before I could retort, I paused for a second. I let what he said sink in.

“That’s what you used to do.” It sounded so familiar. Now that I thought of it, he looked familiar. Realization struck me too late, for he was already gone.

I looked down, “Oh, poopie.”

Their second meeting, if you don’t count the very first one, was probably thrown in by fate. I mean, she was only shopping at the market and happened to bump into him.

“Let’s see…pocky sticks, pocky sticks,” I said to myself, walking in the snack section. As I looked up and down on the shelves, I spotted it, “Pocky sticks!”

I had to stretch a bit before my finger actually touched the red box. My brow furrowed, ‘Darn me for being so short!’ I tip-toed as high as I could, but I still couldn’t reach. Then, I slumped and panted, “Stupid Pocky! Why are you on the shelf I can’t reach!?”

Before I could attempt to reach for the box again, a hand reached out and grabbed it for me. I looked up to see someone way taller than me. I only reached to his chest. I turned to him, “Thanks for-“

The guy smirked before pulling the box of pocky away, “Who said I was getting it for you?”

I huffed, “Well, excuse me! At least be polite enough to wait for me to get my box!”

“Tch, and wait for you to take my lifetime away just to watch you attempt and grab a box?” He retorted. He was walking away with the box, and then I couldn’t take it. He was the only one that can help me get that box right now!

So, I tugged on his shirt. His onyx eyes pierced through me, I’m serious. It was kind of scary, yet, sexy in a way. Wait…what am I thinking!? “Can you please get me one?” Oh, I just had to whimper it out.

“Why should I?” His smirk grew.

“W-Well, you’re taller. And I’m asking politely.” I pointed out, “Pleaaaaase? I’ll do anything!”

He thought, “Anything?”

“Just so I can get a box!” I pleaded, “I can’t take it without my Pocky sticks!”

“Mmm…alright.”

I grinned, “Than-“

And he did the unimaginable.

He kissed me….

He kissed me.

He kissed me!

I was pretty sure my jaw was open. How dare he! That was my very first kiss! “Hey, that wasn’t fair! Just because you think you’re oh-so-hot doesn’t mean you can just kiss me!”

He rose an eyebrow, “Who thought I was oh-so-hot?”

I felt myself grow flustered, “Yeah, well, I bet you think that in your head!”

He shrugged, “Whatever…” He threw the box he was holding in his grasp. “Here.”

I caught it clumsily, “Wh-what!?”

“I didn’t want it anyways…” He waved off.

I couldn’t take it anymore! So he did all that just to mock me!? To insult my friggin’ height!? “You mean you were playing with me?”

“Hn…” He smirked, “You can put it that way.”

I swear, steam blew out of my ears, “Why you…! You’re the most incompetent, stupid, and sexy bastard I’ve ever met!” And I turned away, stomping out before wondering that I just added the word ‘sexy’ into the sentence.

I flushed and turned around, “And I’m not saying you’re sexy!”

“Riiighhht…” He scoffed. I swear, someday, I’ll kill him…or torture him.

I’ll torture him.
Then kill him.
Decapitate what’s left.
Revive him.
And do it all over again.

Before I knew it, I was scolding my Pocky sticks, “You just had to be on the highest shelf, didn’t you? You planned all this!” Paying my Pocky, I grumbled and walked out the store, “And…was that him?” To my unfortunate luck, there he was smirking and waving just to piss me off, “It was him!”

“I always liked teasing you,” He started, “Easy to make fun of.”

“Yeah, well, you’re no different yourself!” I spat out in return.

“You’ve  changed Sakura.”

I huffed, “You did, too, Uchiha Sasuke.”

And that point of their lives, they realized that they’ve known each other all along. Or maybe it was just her that never knew it was him all this time. It’s weird because if they were still children, Sasuke would’ve blushed because of the kiss, and Sakura would’ve fainted. But that was if they were still nine years old.

Now, they’re eighteen, and eighteen is a pretty big number compared to nine.

Sure, Sasuke wanted her to notice him.

Sure, Sakura still wanted him to notice her.

What they didn’t know was that both had the same goal. But who was going to tell them?

A few years pass by, and both are 23 and working.

- Present Time -

“Gomen nasai! I’m late,” I bowed before the vice president of the company known as Uchiha Incorporated.

He waved it off, “It’s no problem, you’re my secretary.”

I grumbled, “Well, at least I know how to say sorry.”

“What did you say?”

“Oh, nothing.” I gave a fake sweet smile at his direction before proceeding to the elevator. I can tell he was trailing behind me.

“Where are you going?” He demanded. Oh god, did his voice go deeper over the years.

I couldn’t help but shudder, “I’m going to the office, duh.”

“Alright.” I could still hear the footsteps following behind.

Ding!

The door opened, and I stepped in. So did he. “Why are you following me?”

He scoffed, “I’m not following, you’re my secretary. We kind of have the same office.”

Ding!

“Right,” I briskly walked out the elevator, heading to the office.

“Ohayo, Haruno-san!”

I nodded and smiled, “Ohayo,”

A blonde blur flew towards me, “Sakura-cha-oof!” An arm covered with blue silk was placed in front of me.

“What did I say about glomping my secretary?” He asked in his oh-so-cool voice.

The blonde glared at him, “Just because she’s your secretary doesn’t mean she’s not my friend!”

He gave a fox-like grin towards me, “Ohayo Sakura-chan!”

“Ohayo, Naruto.” I rubbed my forehead, like I had a headache. The large forehead that everyone made fun of in grade school was gone.

“Do you want to grab ra-“

“She’s not going anywhere.” He stepped in.

“You can’t decide for her, Sasuke-teme!” Naruto butted in.

“I can if she’s my secretary.” They glared at each other.

I sighed, “Can I please go to the office now?” They stepped to the side so I can pass through as they continued to glower down at each other. I made my way towards the office again.

“Sakura-san,”

Oh, I knew that voice anywhere. It was the president himself, “Ohayo, Uchiha-san.”

He bore a small smile, “Call me Itachi.”

“Hai, Itachi-san.” If only Sasuke could smile like his brother, he would look ten times hotter.

“Heading to your office?”

“Mmm…yeah,” I stated absentmindedly. He continued to walk beside me until I reached the office, “Arigatou for bringing me to the office.” I said politely.

“Nandemonai desu.” He waved off, “Enjoy your day.”

“You, too.” I bowed before heading into the office towards my desk. I sat down and sighed, looking at the stack of paperwork that needed to be finished. “Well, I better get started.”

The door opened again, and an angry-looking Sasuke popped in, “Why do you have to be so nice to Itachi?”

“He’s the president, I have to.” I rolled my eyes, “Should I get fired?”

“I could re-hire you.” He retorted.

“Who has more power?”

“That’s not the point.” He grumbled.

“I would be a bit nicer if you were to me.” I pointed out.

“Hn,” He sat at his desk, before he started on his ten thousand stacks of paper. Well, I’m happy with my pile than look at his. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, “Are you wearing it?”

That reminded me of the expensive ring on my finger, “Of course I would!” I showed it to him, “See?”

“Make sure to wear it.” He stated bluntly, “I don’t want anyone glomping you.”

I sweatdropped, “The only one that glomps me here is Naruto, Sasuke.”

“Doesn’t matter,” He ran a hand through his hair. Ooo…he’s nervous.

“Soo, what you nervous about?” I asked nonchalantly, “You know I wouldn’t even be able to get close to boys with you glaring at them.”

“Still,” He growled, “I can’t help but wonder about Itachi.”

“Like your own brother would pull a trick on his own brother’s fiancée.”

“Sakura, I’m telling you to stay away from him,” His eyes had a red glint to them. For some reason, that always happens when he gets a bit too emotional.

“It’s not my fault he approaches me.” I defended myself, “He comes to me!”

“I told you you’re too hot.” Sasuke grumbled, “Should’ve never-“

“Never what?” It was my turn to smirk, “Choose someone so beautiful and gorgeous?”

“Damn right,” I gasped when he pulled me in for a kiss. This wasn’t good. Every time we start, Sasuke loses control and goes too far. His hand trailed up my thigh.

“Sasuke!” I gasped out, “Not here!”

“What?” He teased, “Don’t want to try it on the desk?”

“What about paperwork!?” I struggled desperately.

He loosened his tie, “Doesn’t matter right now,”

“B-but…”

His finger went onto my lips, “No buts,” He whispered. Gawd, he just had to use his butt-sexy voice to tempt me! “You know what I like the most?”

“Wh-what?” I asked breathlessly.

“Sakura kisses,” Before I knew it, I was pulled down and things started to get rough.

- An hour later -

Knock

Silence

Knock, Knock

“Sasuke-teme!” Naruto was banging on the door, “Sasuke-teme! You there!?” He slammed the door open, and I looked up.

Naruto’s eyebrow went up, “Why didn’t you answer?”

“Didn’t want to.” He replied smoothly. “You done babbling?”

I sighed, “Naruto, what is it?” I asked before they got into another dog/cat fight. Whatever they want to call it.

“There’s a meeting and-“ He stopped talking and gawked at me. I gulped, ‘Is there something wrong with my appearance?’ I checked, ‘No…what’s he staring at?’

“Stop looking at her,” Sasuke cut his trance out, “What is it?”

“Uhh…I’ll just tell them you guys are busy.” The door slammed close.

I was confused, “Sasuke, is there something wrong with my appearance?”

“Mmm…nothing in particular,” He drawled.

“Hand me a mirror.”

“Use the big one over there.” I grumbled before heading over to the mirror. Everything seemed to be in place, so what was wrong? Wait…this shirt does seem a bit too big…wait…way too big.

“Sasuke, is this you’re shirt?”

“Yeah,”

“Then what are you wearing?”

“My extra shirt.”

I was really confused, “Then how could he tell we did it?”

“That,” I looked at where Sasuke was pointing. My eyes grew round, “What the…!?” How could I not see that!

“Hmph,” Sasuke had a smirk on his face, “I thought I told you that my shirts tend to-“

“SASUKE! YOU’RE SUCH A BASTARD!” I growled and pounced him.

“Hey, just living my life to the fullest!”

-Owari-