Hate him Love him – My Guardian-
Arche-chan


Summary: (My Guardian rewritten) (ItaSakuSasu) (AU, OOC) What Uchiha Itachi has beside looks, wealth, and brains? An annoying father that tries to intimidate him? Check! An oblivious mother that only cares about his brother? Check! A perfect brother that can’t do anything wrong? Check! Plus… a gorgeous but frustrating guest named Haruno Sakura? CHECK! Join his miserable life and get banged, folks!

Warning… AU, OOC, dark humor, random randomness… Freaky plot! And from Itachi’s 3rd person POV

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Human race was doomed, that was what is making them dumb.

Uchiha Itachi let out a snort as a vague smirk escaped his lips. To hear his classmates asking the professor a bunch of dumb questions was only making him more convince his theory was right even more. And to think that he is one of the doomed race, he almost laughed.

God, how he loved this world…

Chapter 1: Epic Battles! – Meet the World-hater Prodigy and His Special Guest-

“A+…” Itachi breathed emptily as he read his mark on his essay paper. Admiring the deep sighs that came from his classmates, he could predict that he was the only one who got an “A”. He did not looked surprised though, to recall back to that A- it was the worst he ever received in his entire lifetime. He pressed his lips together when he heard Professor Mitarashi; his history teacher complimented him, “An excellent work as usual, Mr. Uchiha”

Oh, yeah… how he praised his brain… even before he typed his essay, he already had confidence that he would get an A as the nastiest circumstance. Indonesian history was too easy to him, since he already devoured more than thousands books in his entire life.

“Wow, Itachi!” almost yelled the girl that was sitting beside him,as she peeked at his paper, “You got A+ when I got F, oh, how I admire you!”

Itachi almost rolled his eyes, who did she think he is? Einstein’s grandson? Oh, God no… He was just an ordinary 18 years old boy with gorgeous looks, pride and wealthy family, and 187 IQ. Pretty typical, isn’t he?

Yeah, sue him…

“Hn…” he replied simply.

Blush crept on the girl’s cheek to hear that, no one would bother to wonder why, since Itachi was the number one heartthrob in the college, every girl wanted him, and every guy feared him… just when they met Itachi, it was an ascertainment that they would run from him for his sharp tongue and infamous ‘Uchiha glares’…

Then she clutched her paper in front of her chest and asked him, “Could you help me by being my tutor?”

Itachi gazed at the girl, as his eyes straying up and down to her…

What was her name anyway? He didn’t bother to know… and she supposed to be not asking that… To be friends with him was certainly a challenge, despite the fact that he was acting cruel to most people and insolence to everyone else. He always found in his invulnerable mode, which making ALMOST everyone decide to run away before they get banged by him.

“Go to hell, I’ll never help you.” Itachi replied coolly to her, and crumbled up the paper into a ball before he threw it into the trashcan. Bingo, 7m distance to the wastebasket and he still managed to aim it accurately. Itachi made a peeved smirk to the gaped girl. And even snorted when he saw her friend hurriedly approach her… *pests* friends, whom also gaped at him in disbelief. Itachi only had to look at them and realized that his theory was an absolute.

Itachi was about to insult the crying pest and her friends when a paper ball was thrown to his head. Itachi growled and made his way towards the direction it was thrown at and said. “What do you want…” his eyes narrowed as he pronounced a name. “Sasuke?”

A boy with more or less the same face as him turned his head towards him, and then grinned negligently. “Time for you’re… ‘Ritual’...” his younger version hollered him. Sasuke was standing in front the classroom door; he was two years younger than Itachi. Itachi just shrugged, but he listened to him and he reacted to Sasuke by getting up from his seat, taking his backpack, and leaving the class behind without said anything to the teacher. Every student but Sasuke gazed at him incredulously, but didn’t have the nerve to talk; even Prof. Mitarashi couldn’t do anything but gaped at his leaving back.

“I-Itachi!” Prof. Mitarashi shrieked, “At least ask my permission!”

Itachi did do a tentative stop, but that was just only for turned back a little and with a twitched mouth, he rolled his eyes in annoyance. Prof. Mitarashi… was… pissed… she cursed and was about to get up to approach the leaving student, if Sasuke didn’t interrupt.

“Oh, just forgive him, Prof…” Sasuke merely waved his hand and then flashed Prof. Mitarashi his trademark smile-smirk, “He’s not in a good mood.” And like always, Sasuke’s charm did take it’s affects and captivated the Professor. She gave the students a lot of homework to unleash her anger, but at least she didn’t cursed anymore. That was an achievement for Sasuke, because Anko Mitarashi was a tempered woman (and Itachi still wondered why the hell she could be a teacher when she had an even worse temper than his). Sasuke winked to Itachi, while Itachi only replied with a snort.

Sasuke smirked auspiciously, then went back to his class.

Maybe the only one who could stand up to him was Sasuke, his younger brother… although they always fought for no reason; they had this invisible bound between them, which sometimes take it position when they were set in several circumstances…

Itachi hid an indistinguishable smile. Then he walked to where he parked his Jaguar and tossed his backpack in the passenger seat. It was still 10AM and he was in his 3rd period, his therapy session only took an hour, so maybe he could comeback at 6th period, after recess. He sighed as he tightened his grip on the steer, since when he did give attention to his must-be-failed therapy? He already wasted one third of his old ones just for therapies, but none of them had an effect on his behavior, if not made it worse. But at least his father didn’t take his money to pay all the bills…

His mood soured, he sighed deeply then played his CD out-loud.

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

Itachi half-dozed off at the seat… Music was the only one who could appreciate him… then he started to scream competed the music as he drove to attend his therapy.



Dr. Kurenai was sitting reliably and so damn relax when he entered the office. She had her chin high, and an annoying intended smile was plastered on her lips.

“Mr. Uchiha?”

He growled. “Whatever”

Kurenai’s smile didn’t perish as she scribbled on her notepad, “Please… have a seat…” she offered an empty sofa beside her. Itachi frowned but obeyed.

“How are you?” she leaned forward to him.

Itachi made a disgusted face, “What do you think?”

She sighed patiently, “You’re still as hard as rock, ne? But please hear me just this once…” she focused her eyes on Itachi’s. “I want to help you, and I’ll succeed if you cooperate.”

Itachi rolled his eyes.

“So, how’s school?” she calmly asked him.

“A plus quizzes, perfect GPA, idiot classmates, jackass teachers… what else to say?” Kurenai was about to open her mouth but Itachi interrupted her, “And doc, you know what?” He questioned with irked tone.” I’ve had enough of the other therapy.”

He said the truth, in his 18 years of life, he already tried around 20 therapists, and none of them could make a difference in Itachi. Even most of them runaway from exasperate of Itachi’s stubbornness. His last therapist recommended Kurenai, and his father phoned her last week just immediately after Itachi dumped the therapist. Before he had another fight with his oldest son again… Itachi was his most favorable child before he was 12, such a golden-boy he was… but BOOM! Everything turned out differently now. And he still didn’t know why…

He loved it though.

“Do you have friends?”

“Yes. We go out and have party sometimes… what do you expect anyway?”

Kurenai’s tranquille face didn’t change. “May I know your IQ?”

“187”

A nod of amazement came from Kurenai as she scribbled on her notepad again. “So that point explains it all…” Itachi narrowed an eye, he didn’t caught her intend, but before he had chance to ask, Kurenai clasped her hand business like in front of her chest, “So, I bet you’re dating a girl now?”

“No…” he twitched his mouth in mock incredulity, before it replaced by a lascivious-mocking voice, “You interested?”

Kurenai laughed as she showed him her ring, “Oh… unfortunately, I have a fiancé, and I’m not a pedophile… “ there was still amusement in her eyes as she queried, “Anyway…can you tell me what would you do if I said yes?”

Itachi shrug a shoulder. “Get the hell out of this fuckin room, I suppose”

His statement amused her; he could be funny in his own way, indeed. “May I know why you’re afraid of being my crush?”

Itachi glanced at the woman, damn it, why did she make such a perfect poker face, anyway? But he reached up his backpack and took out some grubby love letters and melted chocolates. “These explain enough?”

“Ah, you have fan girls” Kurenai guessed, and it was true. In fact, too many fan girls and it started to irritate him to accept the truth that they were obsessed over him. There wouldn’t be a day for Itachi without love letters and gifts filled his desk and locker.

“What do you think about them? Cute?”

“No” he said. “I hate them.”

Kurenai tilted her head. Her face was just right polite-interested.

Itachi groaned. “Talking about this infuriates me, change the topic. If you want to talk about girls, just have chat with Sasuke, there’s always a new girl every month…”

And just after he said that, he regretted it. Why the hell he have to turned out to be a loudmouth? It just added to Kurenai to be more ammunition for that Sasuke things.

Kurenai’s eyes lighten as she heard a name from Itachi’s mouth. It was the first time he ever mentioned a name or something that doesn’t related in his month of therapy with her. “Sasuke? Your brother?” she once saw Sasuke, and she couldn’t help but admired him too, both of the Uchiha heirs do have a handsome face, the only difference was… Itachi looked 8 years older than his real age, when Sasuke only looked 3 years older.

Itachi yawned, why do all therapist love to pry and mess up with his mind? Who did they think they were to think they had the right to ask anything about him? Damn it.

“How about you? You dated a girl before?”

“Not interested in cheesy love, doc, sorry” Itachi waved a hand, “I’m 18, emotions are nowhere, and hormones are possessing”

“Were you trying to say that you had intimate contacts before?”

He smirked. “Want me to share? Maybe you could practice that with your future husband?” he suggested without any doubt, and made another smirk, he likes it when he was on the high air, “Girls say that I’m quiet good”

Disgusted glints flew in her eyes for a sec; and he found it that she did a very great job of hiding it quickly and imperceptibly.

Itachi felt certain satisfy for making her cringed like that…

Come on, hate me, woman… and I’ll love you for that…

“Do you know that your parents want you to have a fiancée?” Kurenai smiled again, and that quite irritated him, maybe that’s why she always smiling, because he hates it.

“Yes, I know”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Not interested”

“I smell another reason, Itachi…”

Damn it she was right. Maybe he didn’t want to have fiancée yet to annoy his father. Uchiha Fugaku was always rambling like crazy when it was about the clan and its descents. Every Uchiha boy MUST have a girl or even fiancée when they’re reaching a tender age of 18. And that was quite a problem because Itachi almost never had any interest to eve’s descent. His father didn’t give a damn about Sasuke, he wasn’t the oldest son, and he had a bunch of girls that he could choose whenever he wanted to.

The Uchiha clan is cursed.

“Well?” Kurenai repeated. Itachi snorted. He always hated it when it was about Sasuke. He didn’t like his brother, if not hated him.

“I said before that I’m not interested. Are you deaf, doc?” Kurenai tilted her head and ogled him straight in the eyes. But only to be met with his infamous “Uchiha Glare” which made her surrender and scribbled in her notepad again.

“I’m bored with all these stuffs” Itachi groaned, “Change it”

Kurenai’s smile flickered. “What is your opinion about Sasuke?”

“He 16, and he pesters me” he pretended to cringe when he added, “Oh, and he’s the family’s golden boy”

Itachi was the one who had that title 6 years ago, now he wasn’t anymore. Now Sasuke was the golden-boy, and Itachi had a drastic drop from the most favorable son to be the most disrespectful one.

Pretty ironic, huh? And Itachi was almost expelled from the school because of his bad behavior, brawling, and his score. It was not that he was stupid; he was an excellent student, way too excellent actually. Until a damn teacher named Orochimaru accused him had done plagiarism in most of his papers and was cheating in every quiz… he almost thought that having bad scores were better than good scores.

Fuck, he hated the world… Damn, the world hates him too…

He glanced at the clock, damn it, 24 minutes left! He gritted his teeth from impatience, and didn’t even bother to hide it. He didn’t like the therapist. They always wanted to mess his mind, and he hates it when they prying and asking dumb question and then made a one-sided overall. And this Kurenai had a damn stubborn head.

“So, does Sasuke date?” Itachi cringed to hear her voice once again.

He tilted his head. “The question is…when doesn’t he? But…no girl since this Sunday…just broke up.”

Kurenai nodded slightly but still could manage to hid her interest or boredom. Itachi frowned, he never saw such therapist as tough as her, and he, for a month already used his best ‘moves’ to run her off, which only end to a zilch result.

“You know him very well, huh?” she said as a smile crept into her lips.

A lethal glare could be seen froming the Uchiha. “Pardon?”

“Sasuke. You know Sasuke very well.” Kurenai stated. “Even you know when he breaks up”

“Could you do me a favor, doc?”

“Mm, hmm?”

“Shut. The. Hell. Up” his voice was dangerously low, as his forehead wrinkled and some veins pooped up on his head.

And Kurenai was not too stupid to disobey him. She did shut her mouth, and for the next couple minutes, Itachi inhaled and exhaled deeply. While his eyes never left Kurenai’s and giving her his intimidating glares, and surprisingly, she didn’t looked away. After he felt calmer, he took his backpack and left the doctor.

“Come next week, Itachi!” Kurenai waved her hand cheerfully and Itachi snorted again, before he slammed the door as hard as he could. When he arrived to his Jaguar, he quickly turn on the music on it’s loudest volume and began to drive to nowhere.

He needed a cigarette. Badly.



Itachi let out a deep sigh as he threw his fifth cigarette out of the car window. The frustration that was written on his face was obvious, and he couldn’t do anything but growled indignantly when he wondered about his father. He left the therapist again, there was going be another fight this night… Itachi sighed again, and ruffled his hair back, oh God, how he wanted to scream right now…

And that was when his eyes accidentally strayed to a bookstore…

He slowed down the car as he calculated his action. He loved books, indeed, he read as much as he could to forget about all the things that disturbed and tormented his mind. Indeed, that method worked quite well. Itachi glanced at the building again, anyway, they provided some couches and lounges for reading… maybe he might kill 3 hours or more in there, at least he could meet his family later.

He grinned as he parked the car and stalked to the store. He quickly made his way to the science section, but his eyes drifted to a pink-haired girl in the romance section. Itachi halted, then tilted his head for a better look. Pink-hair was rare, and it caught his attention when someone had one. It was a girl with short-medium hair. Even with her back facing him, the view was still good. That girl had a slender neck with creamy white, delicate skin, skinny waist, long legs, and a nice ass. He was just hoping that her face competed her body, which was rather hot. Well, that was an advance compliment to the girl, Uchiha Itachi almost never praised girls body if they’re not as hot as Angelina Jolie.

The pink-haired girl seemed to noticed Itachi’s gaze, as she turned around. Itachi could see something such a recognize gesture sprinkles from her jade eyes. Then she smiled at him.

Itachi recognized her too, she was Haruno Sakura. His father best-friend’s daughter that lived in Suna Village. They first met 11 years ago, when he was still 7, and she was pestering him until he cursed at her. He still could remember how he and Sasuke had their first fight only for this girl, because Sasuke stood on Sakura’s side as the victim.

A sullen laugh escaped his lips. But he didn’t bother to approach the girl; instead, he continued his browsing. After a while, he already brought 2 bulging bags of books to the cashier, and paid it with a credit card. After he received the bills, he wandered to a double-coach and reclined there.

He looked up to his watch; still 7PM… time certainly does fly, … Itachi wondered if he could drop by to a fast-food place before he go home… if he did that, maybe he could skip dinner; and maybe he could skip another argument with his father.

“How come you’d haven’t say anything to me, Itachi?” a girls’ voice woke him from his thoughts, as he felt a hand tapped his shoulder.

“Anything.” he decided to play innocent to Sakura, forced his eyes not to look up at her and locked them in his book.

“I see you’re still a jerk” she laughed sarcastically.

“I see you’re still a bitch” he calmly retort.

“Oh, thank you very much” she smiled. even though she was good at hiding it; Itachi still could see malice in her tone. Typical.

Sakura took out a biography book from her bag and began to read it. The way she had selttled herself was just right, she had her back straight, and it didn’t touch the cushion like a lazy ass bum, her legs crossed, and her jade eyes moving left and right quickly as she read the book apparently.

Itachi moved his eyes down to her bag. She had 3 bulging bags, and it didn’t seem that she was a newcomer reader. Itachi could bet on that, because he found some qualified literary books in it. Then he stared to the girl… Sakura had really grown up. Last time he ever meet her was when he was 12, 6 years ago. Comparing that annoying little brat to this grown up girl… -Itachi stared at her up and down- surely hard.

Sakura tossed her hair back again, and changed the crossed leg from right into left.

‘Acting like the bitch she was’ Itachi thought, but he couldn’t deny that this girl was attractive. It had him convinced even more when he noticed some naughty glances and whistles from some of the guys in the store. He immediately glared at them, and received a ‘thank-you’ look from Sakura.

Itachi blinked. A fiancée… she was a good candidate. Haruno family was wealthy; she wouldn’t look at him for his money. he accept the fact that she was reading biography book which was a plus for her and to called back how she smoothly made both of him and Sasuke had a crush on her 6 years ago almost made him choked. She wasn’t a dumb girl. Not at all.

Besides, he already tried every qualified senior girl in his school, and they couldn’t do anything but bore him with their empty heads and the-only-and-only-one-play-the-dress-up-ability. All his friends were full-blooded-male, and they didn’t have any older sisters. It was weird, but Itachi preferred older woman instead of younger ones. Whoops! That was a minus for Sakura. She was exactly 2 years younger than him; she was the same age as Sasuke.

No. he didn’t like to have a younger girlfriend.

But she wasn’t a bad choice though. Then again, just a little problem with her stubborn attitude. But at least if she was stubborn, she didn’t broke to tears easily whenever he was bored with her and dump her.

And thought that Itachi spent his time for just this pointless arguement made a stupid urge to laugh. There again, she was domineering him absent mindedly.

“5 minutes” Sakura muttered coolly as she closed her book.

Itachi raised a brow, “5 minutes?”

She smiled at him intently, “You’ve been staring at me for 5 minutes now… do you know that it makes me uncomfortable?”

Itachi smirked. “No liars here. Like hell you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Yeah” Sakura nodded in agreement, “Like hell you didn’t enjoy it.”

Itachi raised a brow. “I’m sorry? I have no interest in little girls, even when they’re so damn eye-catching.”

She snorted. “Way to go, Itachi! Keep it up on complimenting me, and I’ll really think that my peeved childhood friend is interested in me.”

“Who says that I complimented you?” he tilted his chin up as his eyes strolled down to the same level as Sakura, and she looked up to fought his glare back.

“I say.” she replied confidently. “I’m not a dumb girl. I know very well that I am beautiful.”

“And that I’m stunning.” he added her sentences with the same equal of confidence.

Sakura stuffed her book to the bag. “And what makes you think that way? Excessive self-esteem?”

Itachi waved his hand as he laughed shortly. “Simply put. I’m smart, I’m good-looking, and I’m undisputable rich.”

Even when she knew that those three points were all true, she still found it hard to accept it. “And excessive self-esteem.” She nodded sardonically at him. Then she halted for a sec. “How’s Sasuke? Is he dating a girl now?”

He raised a brow, he didn’t have any idea why the hell everybody wanted to know whose Sasuke’s girl was. “Nope.” He finally said. “Why are you so damn interested?” those words flew by themselves even without Itachi’s brain agreement. He almost cursed himself when he realized that, but was interrupted by Sakura’s smirking face.

“Jealous?” She teased him and accepted his glares. She grinned wildly , but then her joking face quickly turned to be serious. “It’s absolutely nothing like that. I just miss him and was wondering if his kiddy-proposal is still valid.” She rested her head to her palm and her elbow to her tights, an exasperating expression was obviously drawn on her face. Itachi frowned; she still remembered that lousy kiddy-proposal, damn.

“Let me guess.” Itachi jerked his index finger up and wandering it around. “A guy dumped you.”

“Bite me.” she replied languidly while she played with her fingers. “I dumped the guy, of course.”

Itachi didn’t doubt it, of course. Haruno Sakura got dumped? Impossible, she was a perfect gorgeous girl. Smart, beautiful, and rich. Maybe if she gives him chance, he’d do her. But again, she was his childhood friend, and a close one. Even when he once liked her (It only stood for…. What? 32 minutes and 54 seconds.) It barely like incest to him if he does date her, beside, he heard rumors that she liked Sasuke.

Sasuke…

Why there was always Sasuke in every spot of his life?

Sakura tapped Itachi’s cheek. “Hey, why a sudden silence?” she asked, and found no reaction from him. She sighed then shrugged. “Gotta go, bye now, mom’s looking for me.” she jerked her thumb up to the window, and Itachi could see another pink-haired woman in long floral dress in front of a silver BMW. Sakura’s mother smiled at him, and then his face got sour as she mouthed something to her daughter and waved her hand as if calling her.

Sakura sighed again. Then ruffled Itachi’s hair as a gesture of goodbye, she always did it when they were kids, at first Itachi got irritated by this habit, but as time went by, he adjusted to it well.

“Bye!” she grinned then ran to her car.

“Whatever. Scram” he replied indolently then continued his reading. However, his mind didn’t focus to the book again, but to Sasuke, Sakura, him, and that lousy proposal he and his brother asked to her when they were still 7. It was a time when he had his first crush, and unfortunately, it was Haruno Sakura, and another unfortunate… Sasuke also felt the same as him. They decided to propose her together, and guess what was her answer?

“I’ll give you my answer when I’m turning 17!”

Damn, even she already had bitch lodging in her body since she was 5.

Interesting.


When Itachi arrived to his compound and parked his car in the garage, the very first person that bothered to come and approached him was the last person he expected to do that. Sasuke. As always, he was applying his charming mask and jogged to him.

“Dad’s furious.” He informed him. “You skip dinner again, and we can’t eat until you come and eat with us.”

Itachi winced. “Any anniversary holds on this day?” as he could remember, his father was always mad at him when he skipped dinner, but he never made all the family members had a tentative diet unless there was any important anniversary.

Sasuke made a mischievous smirk. “Ah, we have guest.”

“And I’ll stay in my room till the guest go.”

“And you’ll be grounded.” Came Sasuke’s reply. “Just eat with us this once, okay?”

Itachi frowned.

Sasuke pursed his lips, and then begged again. “Please?” Itachi groaned, how he wanted to reject that. The ‘No. Scram’ Answer was right in the tip of his tongue, but somehow something kept it from coming out freely. Instead, he said:

“Fine. Don’t bother me again.”

And Sasuke grinned.

Itachi’s mother was holding a paper in her hands when Itachi sat down. Her face was smiling pleasantly, and her lips never stopped to muttering some praises. Itachi rolled his eyes. Here comes the ‘Sasuke-is-the-best’ conversation again…

“Look, Itachi, Sasuke got an A in chemistry!”

‘Aren’t you aware that I got an A plus back then?’ He thought, but he said nothing to her, she even didn’t greet him and just showed him that freakin paper. Even it was hard for him to hide that jealousy and he couldn’t help but forced a smile to creep on his lips. Somehow his mother had a certain charmed look, like Sasuke’s to make people not have heart to hurt their feelings. Damn.

He glanced at his father, and as he thought before, Fugaku was glaring at him. Hardly. And suddenly the tension darkener, Itachi could feel it. That his mother had stopped to praise Sasuke, and his brother was gasped. The silence was broken when the oldest man raised his voice first.

“You late.”

Sasuke quickly stood for Itachi. “Dad! At least he came for dinner!”

Fugaku gave him an oh-my-golden-boy look, but when his gaze met Itachi, it turned grim. “You did finish your therapy, right?”

Itachi stood abruptly and slammed the table with his hands. “Yeah, and we’re a best friends. My appetite had gone, dad. Thanks for the meal.” He gave them a business-like nod then stalked to the stairs.

“Itachi! Come back down here!” His father demanded but he ignored him. From his corner eyes, he could see that his mother was looking at him, but didn’t say or did anything. Sasuke gave him a roguish smile as he opened his bedroom door.

And found a girl was wandering in it.

“Sakura?.!” He cried in incredulity.

“Wow, your relationship with unca Fugaku is worse than I predicted.” She smiled.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?.!” He emphasized the word my. Nobody had nerve to enter his room before. Even his brother. First time he made a ‘Warning’ sign on his door, his parents were still trying to mess in it, trying to found something that could explains his bad behavior. But now nobody could enter the room again, except for maids to clean it. Itachi didn’t mind when nobody didn’t come for him, he even loved it, his privacy was untouched. But now?

Moreover, it was a girl as the first intruder in 5 years!

Sakura shrugged. But that smile still plastering her lips, and she had big-bags in her hands. It couldn’t be… NOT AGAIN!

“Oh, I forgot to say this” Sasuke suddenly stood behind his back. “Since Sakura’s parents have some business trip for a few months, she’ll stay with us for a while.”

“And don’t forget that my 17th birthday is in 2 months!” Sakura hollered them.

Itachi gaped. Sakura smiled. And Sasuke had a frustration look.

“We have to be her guardians.” He finished his sentence. “Like always.”

“Scram.” Itachi managed to say that in his calmest tone, as he gestured both of the teens to his door. “Get out of here.” He hissed. “Now.”

Sasuke raised a brow, but obeyed. Sakura followed him. And when he slammed the door, Itachi flopped himself to his bed, turned on his music out-loud, and tossed his new book on the corner of the room. He wasn’t in a good mood to read, indeed.

So, what Uchiha Itachi had besides brain, looks, and wealth?

An annoying father that tries to intimidate him? Check! An oblivious mother that only cares about his brother? Check! A perfect brother that can’t do anything wrong? Check! Plus… a gorgeous but frustrating guest named Haruno Sakura? CHECK!

How he loved this world.

Chapter 1 ended.


AN

One problem that always disturbs me when I post a new story is… there’s always a big possibility that I won’t be able to finish it like all my ongoing story now… (Sigh) I just hope that I can finish this, since I already have a pretty steady outline… please enjoy my first ItaSaku! And could you tell me when Sakura, Sasuke and Itachi birthday is?

More a/n

You guys might be wondering why Sasuke is so damn OOC in this fic? Hmmm, I once watched when Sasuke still a kid, and admired Itachi, and he looked cheerful and so pure. He went bad and emotionless since Itachi killed their parents, so my logic says that if Itachi didn’t kill them, Sasuke must be grown to a calm, but a cheerful boy. Please don’t flame me, I just happened to be a writer just 3 months ago! Still an amateur. And Sakura looked like a bitch in this chapter? Don’t worry, I’ll revise her image in the next chapter!

Well, don’t forget to click the small-cute button below and tell me what you think! Please? It’ll make me write faster! ^_^

Sincerely, Arche-chan

March 21st 2006.

Thank you for cherrymoonblossom for the beta!

Hate him, Love him – My Guardians-
© Arche-chan

An Itachi and Sakura story… well, a little bit of Sasuke and Sakura, and Itachi and Sasuke…

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Disclaimer: ARCHE DOESn’t OWN NARUTO! RIGHT! SHE DOESn’t HAVE SASUKE, SAKURA, OR EVEN ITACHI! AND RIGHT NOW, ITACHI ISn’t HALF-NAKED IN FRONT OF HER, AND STRIPS HIS CLOTHES ONE-BY-ONE!

Let me make the things clear first. Itachi is a senior, Sasuke and Sakura are juniors. The class are… first is freshmen, then juniors, after that they’re become sophomore, and the last is senior! Is that right, MissRule?

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Chapter 2: Trouble Ensues – Wacko Parents and Toilet Papers-
Date: January 29th

Itachi yawned from lethargy as he dried his wet hair with towel, he also had another towel wrapped around his waist, and his body all over wet from shower. It supposed to be enough to wake him up, but unfortunately, it didn’t take effect even a pinch. He couldn’t sleep well last night, nightmares and such things with Sakura and his family involved became his obstacles. He studied his own figure on the mirror in font of the bathtub, and recognized two wizened under his eyes. He ruffled his hair back, and his reflection did the same as him.

‘’Morning sucks…’ he thought. He always saw this lifeless reflection on his mirror every morning, and now he started to get sick of that. Moreover, when the mirror reflected an image that looked alike his lifetime enemy.

His father.

He groaned inwardly. If only he didn’t inherit his father’s raven hair and onyx orbs, he could think that he was an adopted child, to recall that their relationship was terrible. Alas, all the Uchiha’s male looked same Even some of his friends had mentioned that Sasuke looked like him. Oh, yeah, said that once again, and they would die. But when Sasuke had his father’s spiky hair, Itachi had his mother’s soft hair. His raven hair was tied messily, and its tip falling freely until his shoulder, he didn’t cut it. his mother once said that she liked long-hair,.

Itachi’s lips tightened as he ruffled his hair again, sure, Uchiha Mikoto was a great mother. She was beautiful and elegant, she also had a perfect body language and a certain keen to charm everyone. She cooked well, and she was the homemaker, a gentle mother that could restrain his father’s wrath completely. Or even in occasional time, controlled the Uchiha Fugaku. But Itachi didn’t have nerve to think that his mother had spare space for him to think of, especially when the only thing she talked was Sasuke. Sasuke, Sasuke, fashion, Sasuke, and Sasuke. Maybe she secretly was the leader of Sasuke’s official fansclub.

But still, at least she acted nice to him. She didn’t yell, and she didn’t insult him. Even when he knew that she did that because she –maybe- didn’t care, but it was nice to pretend that she loved him. As a minimum, he could play to have someone that cared for him…

Itachi shook his head and strode to his room (He had the bathroom in his bedroom, btw) didn’t want to think about his family again.

But when he saw his room for a sec, suddenly his eyes went blackout. Two musk-scented hands covered it.

“Guess who?” a familiar voice boomed from his back and he found a quite great mass on his back. Who else could have nerve to do that beside of the certain pink haired girl that he knew was named as Haruno Sakura?

“No one can enter this room” he hissed. His voice was dangerously low and even himself couldn’t predict if that sounded indignant or not.

“Oh yeah?” Sakura challenged, still didn’t let Itachi go., but provoked him more by climbed to his shoulder and perched there comfortably, as if Itachi was the best couch ever. When she found him snorted huffily, she added. “I can enter this room. And this….-” she lowered her voice. “This is proving”. She released her hand from his eyes and stared at him indecipherably.

He made a smirk, then grabbed her wrists and quickly threw her to the bed. Sakura screeched slightly and closed her eyes , her body easily got heave and bounced a while on his bed, since her weight didn’t compare his. But she fixed her position as easy as she got heave by him, her long pink hair tangled as she slouched to manage the pain .

Itachi leaned to the wall by shoulder, concentrated his weight to his shoulder as he watched Sakura was tidying herself up. She had pink tank top and baby-blue cropped jacket on, and a white mini-skirt to cover her tight, there were some accessory on her hand and neck, and her hair was tied up sleekly. A good match, she did have keen on fashion. Itachi kicked himself mentally, of course. Sakura was a girl, and a beautiful one. Name one beautiful girl who doesn’t know how to dress, and he’d willingly strip his pants in front of his fans.

“What?” she pouted her mouth.

He jerked a thumb to the exit. “Get out of here, and you’ll be harmless”

She tilted her head, then challengingly bounced again on his bed. “What if I say no?”

“You want me to make you move?” Itachi retorted in same equal demanding voice. And for the next couple minutes, Sakura didn’t make any move. Nor did Itachi. They just glared each other, tried to intimidate before got intimidated. Itachi was the one who broke the contact first, he yawned then he jumped towards her and lowered his head. Sakura shuddered a bit to feel the closeness of their position. “Believe me, Sakura…” he hissed as he cupped her chin with a hand. “You so won’t like it…”

And he smirked in triumphant when he saw her blanch. And turned her head quickly.

“OoOoOokay…” she said reluctantly, she was still pouting her mouth. “I’m going out of this hell”

He crossed his arms. “Geez…” he shook his head and smirked again. “Haruno Sakura surrenders?”

“Oh, quit smirking, Itachi!” she shrieked in aggravation. “You know I hate it”

“And that’s why I do it every time” he said as he escorted her to the exit. After he opened the door, he twitched his mouth to the outside as a gesture to drive out her. “Now get out of here, I’ve had enough eyesore this morning”

She turned her head haughtily and went out from Itachi’s room. Itachi quickly closed the door, even didn’t say anything to her. and he leaned his body to the door and sighed deeply.

Somehow, his mood lightened…

He danced a bit and hummed a rap as he took the towel off his waist, soft hum escaped his lips easily…

Before he felt something juicy, soft, and electrify but so damn swiftly on his left cheek, another musk-scented hand wrapped around his neck.

…Holy-shit.

“Sakura?”

“Forgot to give: Mornin kiss.” she replied shortly and grinned. Then she jogged gaily to the exit, but before Itachi had chance to close the door, she hastily commented. “Nice dance, great ass! ”

“O-oi!” Itachi tried to explain. “It’s not like that! I was just…”

She peeked her head, her expression was bantering him. “Let me guess. You was just so happy because I woke you up, so you danced like an idiot? Oh, what a heartwarming compliment!” she disdainfully placed a hand onto her chest. And quickly ducked a CD-case that thrown to her.

“Hey!” she protested. “You’re not fair!”

Itachi played another CD case in his hand. “Scram, I won’t miss the target this time.”

She shrugged and muttered something, but she did get out and shut the door up. Itachi waited for a few minutes to run first before he could convince himself that she was completely gone. And once again, Itachi was left in his sanctuary alone, and went to his bathroom again. Fuck that fuckin ‘mornin kiss’, now he must re-shower his body again, especially cheek’s part.

As he passed the mirror, he commented again to his reflection.

“Morning sucks” he rubbed the kissed cheek.

Slowly a faint smile crept to his lips.

“Yeah, it is…”


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When Itachi entered the dinning room, he was quite shocked to see Sakura’s parents were sitting there with his. He raised a brow. He knew that his parents and Sakura’s were trying to outdo each other while they were kept doing their pseudo-respect. Maybe that’s why Sakura’s parents entrust their daughter to the Uchiha’s. Besides, his father already known Sakura’s since they were a child.

“Good morning, Itachi.” Sakura’s mother greeted him first. Itachi only forced an imperceptible smile faintly, then took his seat between Sakura and Sasuke, the only seat provided. His father only glanced at him for sec, then drowned to the conversation with Sakura’s father again. About finance, he guessed. And as always, his mother was just smiling innocently to him for an instant, then tried to feed Sasuke (He declined her politely, that lapdog…). Sakura’s mother was just stopped talking to Sakura when he arrived, and now gazed at him avidly as if she wanted to talk to him. Itachi merely avoided her gaze and began to eat. He didn’t know why Sakura’s parents were here, but he knew that he didn’t like it.

“They’re here to do some lectures,” Sakura whispered indiscernibly to him, as if she could see through Itachi’s mind. “For you two…” she added as she glanced at Sasuke before her eyes met him.

Itachi took a glass of milk then replied her. “Whatever. I won’t do what they say if it’s against my fun.”

“Typical you. Too much independence.” Sakura’s mother overheard them and tried to join the conversation. She smiled at Itachi then turned to Sakura. “Just like my daughter… but she’s a girl, a girl shouldn’t have too much liberty for their sake.” she wrapped her arm around Sakura’s shoulder almost scornfully.

The waiters came just before Itachi opened his mouth to retort. And it was just a matter of time before the table was full of various appetizing pasta.

Itachi, overwhelmed by hunger, took a plate of spaghetti and a bowl of fondue. And he felt someone stomped on his foot just immediately he did that. He looked up to see the culprit. Sasuke licked his lips in hunger then waited for the adults to take their food first, Sakura did the same. His father was glaring at him, indeed, but he doubt it that it was his father who did it. He never did such things. And his mother was taking out asparagus soup spoon by spoon elegantly to her bowl. And Mr. Haruno was trying to interpret all the food.

That’s left Sakura’s mother…

His eyes met her, and he found her was smiling in indecipherable way. Then she jerked an index-finger and shook it as a gesture of saying: naughty-boy-don’t-ever-dare-to-do-it-again!

“That’s not polite, Itachi…” she said. Then took the salad.

Damn control-freak woman.

“Your mother is a bitch,” he told her.

Sakura gave him a smile as the prize. “Thank you” he couldn’t see any mockery, he was true-blue thanked.

Sakura smiled when all the adults had found their food, then her hand searched for the smoke-beef fettuccine, but right before she reached the fork, her mother’s hand tapped it.

“Sssh… you’re not wise, my daughter, too much calories, you could grow fat.” She said. “ I’ll take the salad for you…”

Goddamn, Sakura was so thin until he thought that her bone would break if he hugs her!

“Mom…” Sakura tried to protest. “I eat salad everyday, at day and night. I never buy meal at school and I don’t go to fast food.”

“And maintain that good habit of yours.”

“Yours, mom…” she corrected.

“You dare to argue with your mother, Sakura?” Mrs. Haruno smiled sweetly, but he could see malice. “Another imprudent chooses.”

Sakura tightened her mouth. And for once of his life, Itachi saw her didn’t retort.

Her father pretended didn’t see anything by fastened his eating. A coward. You never could count on your parents.

Itachi thought up for a sarcasm, but before he had chance to speak up, Sasuke paused his eat and speak first. “She’s a teen, ma’am. I think she can eat those in assurance.” He glanced at the meat part. “Besides, our chef’s food works wonders to be a meal”

Way to go, Sasuke.

“Nyu-huh…” he said absent mindedly, didn’t know why the hell he helped Sasuke. “Just smell it, and don’t forget to taste it.” he took a big mouthful of spaghetti. Before contemptuously offered his plate to Mrs. Haruno. “Wanna some?” he praised himself for endured the curses out along with his words.

“No, thank you.” she smiled again as she had her arms crossed. He snorted a little to see a vein popped up on her forehead. “But you’re young man, you do need extra energy. Sakura is different from you two, she’s a lady-“

“-Who used to play robots with us-“ Itachi added and lifted his milk.

“-And now will live with us-“ Sasuke assisted him then drank his orange-juice.

“-for a few months, I know.” Mrs. Haruno said. “But as a lady she needs to have a healthy and low calories meal. So she won’t grow fat.”

“Wow, she sure will be looked like a bone” Itachi’s mother joined them, and surprisingly, in their side. “Oh, Tsuki (Okay… MS-san, could you change this to Sakura mother’s name?), just look at your daughter, her body’s line perfect. She attracts boys well”

“Looser ones, I’d presume.” Mrs. Haruno corrected as she patted a napkin. “She dates only with looser.”

“Really?” Itachi sardonically placed a hand to his chest and made an incredulity expression. “Ma’am, am I looked like a looser to you?”

He heard a soft whistle from his brother. And he could see from his eye-corner that Sakura was trying to hid her amused smile. He couldn’t tell what did he like better… to see his mother was smiling proudly to him or to see Sakura’s mother was gaping like a cow.

“Oh, no… no, Itachi, dear” she said quickly as she shared worried glances to her husband, who was glaring at her. “I never call you a looser!”

Bingo. For once for his life, he thanked God that he was born in a rich family… so people wouldn’t have guts to insult him.

“Well, you didn’t say that out-loud to me, but…” Itachi wrapped an arm around Sakura’s shoulder then pulled her closer. “You said that she only dates only with looser…” he cupped her face with his hand and shook his head almost mockingly thwarted. “I’m currently dating with her.”

He smirked when he saw Mrs. Haruno gagged a bit, then he changed his tone to the haughty one. “And I think you should know that I’m definitely a catch.” Sasuke’s convincing nods were following his speech.

The woman gave her daughter a menacing glare, before she eyed Itachi. “You have my approval then, take care of her.” Mrs. Haruno made an apologetic face (But still looked arrogant!) then didn’t say anything again to them. She talked with Itachi’s mother instead.

Sasuke elbowed him. “You really going out with Sakura?” he whispered, but kept his voice low so that only he and Itachi could hear that.

How Itachi wanted to say yes to him. “No.” he whispered instead. “Just a play.”

And for the rest breakfast, nobody talked again, except for the smiling Sakura and grinning Sasuke.

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After the lousy breakfast, Sakura’s parents went to the airport again. They did the bullshit goodbye to the dear daughter then some empty-pointless chat with his parents, blah-blah-blah typical rich people. Trying to outdo each other in the sneaky way.

Itachi reached his car, intended to drive to the school alone. There was no way that he would be in one car with Sasuke and his father either. But much to his surpsise, his father tapped his shoulder just before he jumped to his Jaguar.

“Itachi, wait.”

He rolled his eyes, from the tone, he could predict that it would be another lecture and when he saw the man’s expression, he somehow had prospect that it would be long.

“What it is, dad?” he replied in mock-polite tone.

Fugaku made an indignant face. “Do me a favor, just this once.” His expression was dead serious as he lowered his head to add the dramatic. “Treat her nicely. I don’t want her prying to her parents that she treated badly here”

“I’m always nice to her”

“By pretending to be her lover? She’s your future sister-in-law, Itachi”

Itachi raised a brow, asking for some explanation. But his father merely shut his eyes and ruffled his hair. “And I really liked it when you and Sasuke ‘attacked’ Tsuki back then. You’re right, she’s a bitch.”

Itachi’s eyes widened in shock. Let’s make things clear first… was Uchiha Fugaku, his father, was complimenting him for cursed his partner’s wife? He couldn’t believe it. Or… he didn’t want to believe it.

“You’re my son.” Fugaku muttered faintly, then went to his car.

“You know what?” Itachi quickly told him before the man out of earshot. His father his head to him, and he could see some similarities between their face. Itachi shook his head a little then finished the sentence. “ You’re almost sounded like a real father. You’re a great actor, dad.”

He did see his father was trying to reach him again, but he didn’t bother to wait. Instead, he hastily jumped to the car and turned on the machine. But before he gripped the steer, he saw Sakura approached him.

“Itachi, wait up!” She raised her hand and waved to him, as she fastened her run.

Itachi reclined to the chair languidly then downed the window-car.

“What?” he snapped.

But instead of snorting in annoyance, Sakura hugged him lightly. Itachi was too shocked that he froze. “Thank you very much! I can’t believe you did that to me!” she said in euphoria then released the hug.

Itachi stared at her. “It’s not a big deal, okay? Beside, Sasuke was helping” he strayed to his eyes to his younger version that waited for her in his car.

“Yeah, you two are great!” she smiled and prostrated her head. “I owe you one” she told him, and jogged to Sasuke’s Porsche. Itachi barely saw Sasuke winked to him then focused his concentration to Sakura again. He chatted with her for a while before he acted as a gentleman by opened the door-car for her.

Damn perfect good-guy…

Itachi sighed then began to drive to the school.

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Itachi sighed languorously as he halfhearted escorted Sasuke and Sakura to his school, which soon would be Sakura too. One thing that he didn’t like about his school was… almost all the students like to beat each other in everything. As if wealth, looks, and brain were the perfect subjects to be fight for.

Sasuke was telling Sakura the classes and their class when one of his numerous exes came. As he could evoke, Sasuke had once or twice brought this girl to the house, and it was a very rare thing for Sasuke to do.

Itachi studied the blonde.

The girl was blonde and so curvaceous. It also seemed that she realized her advantage by putting the right outfit to wear. She wore a tight you-can-see shirt with a very low cleavage that almost exposed her breasts, and another tight cropped-jeans, she also had a jacket tied around her neck.

Itachi tipped his chin up as the girl became nearer as the time grew. What was her name, anyway?

“Hello, Sasuke” she smiled lasciviously then tiptoes to kiss Sasuke’s cheek. There was lipstick-mark scraped on his cheek after they broke, and Sasuke rubbed it with his hand. Even when he was half-smiled at the girl, Itachi managed to see through Sasuke’s eyes that he didn’t like how the girl greeted him, they were just broke up a week ago.

“Hi, Ino.” He replied shortly.

Oh, yeah, the slutty Yamanaka girl. His friend once told him how superior she was on bed. Thus, even tough that she wasn’t shiny at beauty very much, she still had those tempting body to be showed.

Ino smirked a little when her eyes met Itachi, and told Sasuke. “Your brother still as handsome as ever…”

Itachi rolled his eyes. “Go flirt somebody else” he snapped sarcastically. Sure, he adored her body, and wondering why Sasuke dumped her when he could have an official and hot hooker just for himself –even when he was agree for Sasuke broke up with her-. But he liked nothing else except her body, he even queried that Ino knew who’s the current president when she only talked with make-up and parties.

She giggled and when her eyes accidentally strayed to the pink-haired girl, she tilted her head. “Sasuke…” she pouted her mouth as she glanced at Sakura in disgust. “Who is she? I saw her came from your car…”

“Ah, your breast could see?” Sakura, being a bitch she was, wrapped her arm around Sasuke’s waist and used all her strength to yanked Sasuke closer to him.

Ino narrowed her eyes to her.

“I am Haruno Sakura.” she smiled sweetly to Ino and outstretched a hand, and since Ino didn’t accept it, she returned it back to Sasuke’s waist. “This gives you a picture?”

“I’m sorry” Ino protruded her lips scornfully as she walked around the pink-haired girl. “But did I ask you?”

Sakura hadn’t lost words. “No, I just wanted to tell you.” now she wrapped her arm around Sasuke’s. “And I also want to tell you that I have a VERY special relationship with this boy…”

Ino’s face flushed. “Me, Yamanaka Ino, is Uchiha Sasuke’s girlfriend!”

“Wasn’t it supposed to be was?” Sakura pretended to think and met by Ino’s lethal glare. “Just wondering!” Sakura laughed.

“Girls…” Sasuke tried to ease the tension.

“DON’T ‘GIRLS’ ME!” They both shrieked in unison, and Sasuke blinked.

“I warn you, bitch…” Ino leaned her face closer to Sakura. “Don’t play on me…”

Sasuke gestured Itachi to leave, but Itachi just forced a smirk.

Sakura shuddered. “Oh, I’m so scared!”

Yadda, yadda... there would be a girls-fight in any minute…

“Itachi, my man! There you are!” Hyuuga Neji and Hoshikagi (it was his surname, right?)Kisame greeted him just before the girls almost jump to each other. Itachi groaned in disappointment, it wasn’t everyday he could see 2 girls fighting in front of him. Beside him, he could hear Sasuke was taking a deep sigh, as if he was relieved with his friends’ arrival.

“You didn’t come to Hinata’s party yesterday” Neji crossed his arm. It was a farewell party for Hinata’s department this afternoon. She got scholarship to another country. Neji grunted a bit. His face was as somber as usual but it looked pissed. He gazed upward in order to gain the same level as Itachi’s. He was a few inches shorter, because Neji was only 17. He somehow jumped the class.

“There were many hot babes! You’ve missed a great chance to be deflo-“ Kisame didn’t dare to finish his sentence because Itachi was shooting him his glares.

“I had therapy,” he explained and they both nodded. Even when they were hanging out much together, Kisame and Neji still jumpy if he was around them. One thing that Itachi didn’t like about them. Even when Neji could hide it well and Kisame tried to talk as much as he could to conceal the nerve.

“Let’s go, leave these kids alone…”Neji glanced at Sasuke and the girls, and if Itachi didn’t watched him carefully, it was almost indiscernible to see that Neji was gaping when he darted his eyes to Sakura. Good side: Neji was normal. Bad side: It pissed him.

Itachi rolled his eyes and searched for Kisame. And his temper almost flared when he saw Kisame was grinning frenziedly to Sakura.

Verdict: Kisame was horny…

Itachi interpret his companion deeper.

Another verdict: Kisame should be chucked out from Sakura as fast as he could…

After a few calculating, Itachi quickly grabbed his friends’ arm and dragged them with him out.

Sakura flinched. “Where’re you going?”

To save her from perverted boys, dammit!

“Have a test in first period” He replied shortly then quickened his pace.

“And I thought you never care about it!” Kisame shrieked and got punched in face.
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“She’s hot” even after they’d reach the class, Kisame still muttering them. “Yeah, she’s a definite eye-candy. Too bad that she’s still junior… but look at her body, she-” he began to splutter.

“Give it up, Kisame…” Neji cut off as he smirked. “No matter how much you adore her, she won’t fall to you”

“Hey! Anything is possible! Remember when you got rejected by an Irish?”

Neji’s face colored. “Cut the crap! She didn’t reject me, just-“

“Yeah, yeah, I believe in you…” Kisame sneered. “But I never saw her before, you know who’s she?” he asked Neji.

Neji usually knew all the guys and gals in school, but in this case, he unresponsively shook his head. “No… I don’t know”

“She’s Haruno Sakura” Itachi suddenly joined the conversation, when he received some questioning eyes from his friends, he added. “She’ll live in my house for few months.”

“Whhhhaaaaa! Not fair, not fair! He already has too many fangirls and now he’s gonna have another in his house?” Kisame protested.

“If you want, you just try to seduce her.” Itachi suggested. “You’ll be sorry”

Neji raised a brow in disbelief.“Had experienced?”

“Saw quite many” Itachi elucidated languorously.

The shark-man tilted his head up in confidence. “Gimme a chance and I’ll make her begs for some wild sex!”

“You do that” Itachi got up from his seat. His mood was so dark until he wanted to go out from the class as soon as possible. “And I’ll kick your ass” he warned Kisame and Neji before he went to the toilet.

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When he saw his reflection on the mirror in boys’ locker, he mocked it. Why did he was so furious? He just acted as if Sakura was his girl or something stands in same level. He so needed drink, he hadn’t do that for a long time. His father knew that there were some beer in his private refrigerator and threw all of them out at once a week ago. Since then he hadn’t drink even a bottle.

God, he was spoiled.

Suddenly he heard something banged the wall

“Oh, you spoiled brat!” a girl’s screech followed it. “How dare you acted like you’re Sasuke’s girl when you don’t!”

Bah, another Sasuke’s fangirl. Even Itachi sometimes curious about how Sasuke exude from them.

“Well, I’m not…”

Itachi flinched to hear a familiar voice.

“…yet!” Then a laugh.

Oh, God! the first period hadn’t start and Sakura already made some enemies?

“Oh, you bitch!” he heard another girl voice, and some stomped feet. He shut his eyes and glued his ear to the frontier wall. To had the better result for hearing. If his instinct didn’t lie to him, there were 4-6 girls. And if Sakura was alone…

Damn it, his father gonna threw him out of the house. He already showed the symptoms.

Itachi snorted resentfully then kicked the girls locked. They all screamed on top of their lungs of all-sudden, of course.

“I-Itachi…” one girl stammered. Then forced a grin as she glanced at Sakura’s smirking face.

Itachi counted all of them. there were 5, his prediction never gone wrong.

“Scram, or you’ll regret it” and voila, a threat, and the they all drop dead.

“I-Itachi… please don’t get mad…” Asakura Keiko tried to clam him by rubbed her hand to his arm. “You still come to my party this weekend, right?”

Itachi rolled his eyes. Asakura Keiko already gave him uncounted love-letters and such, and she always threw a mad part ever weekend in her house, just for having him around. Itachi already rejected her in improper way, but heck! She was a tough girl.

“Whatever, go now” Itachi gestured the door, and Keiko pouted her mouth before she strode there with her friends.

When they all gone Itachi sneered Sakura.

“Only 5 and you’re all silent?” Itachi twitched his mouth to Sakura. “I’m disappointed”

Sakura’s face looked amused. “Who’s the party-breaker? I was about to kick them all!”

Itachi made a face. “Yeah, right… you didn’t see your face.”

His mock didn’t daunt her. “Whether the object be to crush an army, to storm a city, or to assassinate an individual, it is always necessary to begin by finding out the names of the attendants, the aides-de-camp, and door-keepers and sentries of the general, in command” she quoted.

Itachi’s eyes widened a bit. “You read ‘The Art of War’?”

“I always have enemies”

“I could see that…”

Sakura was about to retort when she heard someone opened the door. She quickly brought Itachi to one of the closet and locked them inside.

“Sakura!” Itachi hissed.

The girl put her finger in front of Itachi’s lips to shut him up. “It’ll be complicated when she sees you, a boy, in girls closet!”

Itachi closed his mouth when he heard a water-dripping sound. And a soft hum from the faceless girl outside.

Sakura inched closer to him, her choice was right, because everybody could see her feet when she stood on that place. Itachi’s place –more deeper- was more safe.

Itachi rubbed his forehead. Was it only him or it’s felt hot here?

“Sssshhhh...!” Sakura elbowed him again. and now her body was glued right in font of him. Even he could smell her perfume.

They stayed like that for a while, and after the unknown girl slammed the door, they both broke from the contact and panting heavily.

“Now let’s get out of here” Itachi said as he tried to push the door to open. But alas, it stayed still.

Itachi pushed harder, but it didn’t move even a bit.

“AW, comeon you shithead!” Itachi yelled as he kicked. “MOVE!”

After a few tries, he snorted and punched the door.. Too bad that the door was controlled by computer, nobody could break the door except when the computer orders that.

“Sakura?” he asked for helps.

Sakura’s face darkener. “Maybe… the girl knew that it was me… and locked the door from the outside”

“What.the.hell.were.you.talking.about?”

She shrugged. “We need to wait till recess then”

That was 3 hours more from now.

Itachi let exhaled as he dropped himself to the floor. Sakura was sitting straightly in front of him, and pursed her mouth. She looked disappointed too, indeed.

First day was always being the words day. Like now, Locked in 4x4m hot room. Plus, with a girl.

“Shit!” he groaned in frustration.

“You think that it’s only you who fell irritated?” Sakura recognized his curse

“It’s all your fault”

“I just want to save us. To save YOU!”

“By locked us in this room? Please!”

“It was an accident, okay?”

“Much calculations: Victory. Few calculations: Lose. So how much less we could get if we don’t do calculations at all?” Itachi quoted.

“You were talking about me?”

“Shut up, Sakura!” Itachi reclined his head. This would be a long day. For both of them.

Chapter 2 ended.