I've had this elevator idea going for a loooooong time but was never able to make something from it. Now I have! Enjoy.

Warning: there's some profanity and I dunno, sexual implications? xD Not for kiddies. But NO lemon or lime or whatever. It's all for the humor.

Oh and some inspiration came from a manga called Give Me Love. I don't own that. Or Naruto.

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Elevator

Ch1: HER

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"Shit, I'm late!" Sakura mumbled. She had a meeting at 3:30 PM and it was already 4:13... oh crap her boss was totally going to fire her. Or kill her. Actually, fire her would be worse because that'd mean she'd have to suffer the consequences of being unemployed and wander in the streets homeless, eating off the dumpsters...

She pushed the little "up" button another two zillion times, stomping her feet. Hurry hurry!

Ding-ding

Finally! Stupid elevator (but hey, she wasn't about to run up twenty flights of stairs... that'd only result in her not only being an hour late but also breathless and sweaty... ew.)

The door slid open and Sakura immediately ran in...

...only to find herself face to face with the last person she wanted to see.

Back up back up!! Get outta here!

But too late - the elevator doors had already closed.

"Uh, hi..."

"Hn."

Sakura swallowed nervously as she cursed God and His not-so-funny sense of humor. Of all of the peope in this building - and Konoha Corporation definitely had to have at least a few hundred employees - she had to be stuck in this goddamn slow, narrow, mirror-walled elevator (why the mirrors?? As if she needed an everyday reminder that her hair was uncombed or that her shirt made her look fat) with him. ALONE with him.

Oh God, why?!?

She pushed the button for "23" again... as if that would have made the elevator go any faster. His floor was 29th, she saw. Great. That meant she had to wait for the elevator to sloooooowly creak its way up to her floor to make her escape (she made a mental note to demand for new elevators at the next department meeting... meaning this one she was freakishly late for - oh the irony).

Sakura snuck a peek at the guy standing next to her. His dark bangs were hanging in front of his eyes so she couldn't really read his expression. But oh, it was him all right.

Same strange - yet all the same irresistable - messy bedhead hair that stuck up in the back of his head. Same tall, lean build. Same CLOTHES, even (same type of shirt and jeans anyway, as far as she could tell). Same pretty-boy face with the high cheekbones and the chiseled jaw and -

Flashback

"Here we are..." said Sakura, heaving the heavy body onto the hotel room bed. He landed there and groaned, covering his head.

"That's what you get for drinking so much." Sakura rolled her eyes. Damn it why did she have to be the responsible person who got left with the drunk guy at the Christmas party for Konoha employees (more like sat at the bar and drank martinis alone like the loser she was so that in the end the bartender just looked at her and said, "You taking him [the guy half-passed out at the other end of the bar] home?" and she had no choice but to do so)? And since she didn't know where his house was she had to lug him into the nearest hotel (and had to pay all the stupid expensive bills)?

And of course the fact that he looked like a Calvin Klein model had no effect on her decision.

Whatever.

Sakura steadied herself on the table behind her; she obviously drank a little too many martinis herself. Anyway she thought, watching the sleeping face on the bed, that was really weird... that he would be getting drunk at the bar when he obviously had no reason to be. I mean, this guy was seriously hot. He should've been off dancing with the receptionist sluts instead of drinking himself to death like some pot-bellied old geezer.

Well we've all got our own problems I suppose... Sakura thought sadly remembering the reason why she had been drinking martinis alone. Her boyfriend of five years -FIVE YEARS! - had just recently dumped her because he, quote "would rather have a girlfriend who wasn't a crazy workaholic" end quote. Apparently he was feeling rather "unloved."

Psssh unloved my ass! He was so obviously sleeping with that red-haired bimbo Karin the Secretary behind her back. He seemed to forget that they worked at the same place and she wasn't blind to the many times he grabbed Karin's ass when he was supposed to be waiting for HIS GIRLFRIEND outside the building. Yeah, real smart.

Still... that workaholic thing really startled her and she admit, hurt her. Was she really such a coldhearted bitch who only cared about work? Come to think of it she couldn't remember the last time she even kissed her own boyfriend passionately. She couldn't even remember when she stopped thinking loving thoughts about him... she was just too busy. Busy with work.

OH GOD SHE WAS A WORKAHOLIC!!!

"Hnn... I..."

Sakura jerked back to reality. The drunk guy spoke!!

"What's wrong? You want water?" She leaned close, trying to hear what he wanted to say. The guy's long-lashed, beautiful smoldering black eyes - shut up hormones - opened slightly, but it was clear he was still in a half-asleep mode. He opened his mouth again and mumbled something. "Say it louder I can't underst--aaaEEAAAAAH!"

...crap.

She was sprawled on the bed on top of him, his face buried into her neck. Face burning red, she tried to distangle herself but he still had one arm locked around her waist - the arm he used to PULL HER DOWN, pull her down ok??? He's the one making the first moves here, not her. Not that she really minds...

Oh man she needed to get ahold of herself. They were stangers for God's sake so this... positioning was quite embarrassing, and she did not need anyone accusing her of taking advantage of a poor semi-concious or semi-sane drunk guy.

"Uh look... I have to go, alright? So if you'd please let go---"

In reply, he rolled over so that she was now under him instead of on top.

Wow. Great improvement to the situation.

"Hey, are you listeni---" Sakura said angrily, trying to push him off but no cigar.

"Don't leave me."

"---I have to- wait, what?"

Did the guy just spout a cheesy line from a pop song or was she hearing things? She blinked in confusion and looked up, and to her shock saw the drunk guy looking down at her. He wasn't awake was he? But his eyes were definitely looking at her, not through her... and she found herself unable to speak or move. Those eyes reminded her of her own eyes... lonely and maybe a little sad... he was leaning close now... his breath felt warm, his lips felt soft...

Sakura's eyes drifted close. She was tired... and this felt right, somehow...

Ha, I can't be a workaholic... workaholics' hearts can't beat this fast...

When she woke up, she was lying alone in the bed. All traces of him were gone. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up (her head hurt like shit from those martinis)... and realized her shirt was unopened.

Well at least her underwear was still on.

Oh wait. THAT DIDN'T MEAN A THING!!

Was it a one-night stand? Sakura couldn't even remember if they did it or not. All she knew was that she hoped never to see him again. Because hellooooo, awkward much??

End flashback

So welcome to the most awkward day of her life. -cough-

At least he hasn't said anything about it yet... Sakura thought with relief. Yeah, no wonder, he's probably more uncomfortable than I am and wants to act like nothing happened.. I mean, I would be embarrassed if I were him. Poor guy...

"You can stop looking at me."

Sakura blushed. Oh great, I just made him more uncomfortable. "Sorry! I didn't mean---"

"I'm not pressing any charges."

"I know, it's so weird how---" She paused. "Hold up. What did you say?"

He glanced at her... boredly. Wait, what?? He was bored this whole time?? "Hn. You heard me."

"Pressing charges?! What are you talking about!"

He just shook his head like, she's so dumb. No hope of getting through.

"Is this about that night when you---- you know!!" she said, blushing and fuming at the same time. That's right! I didn't want to but you made me go there!!!

"Right," he said. Sakura exhaled; finally they were getting somewhere. "The night you kidnapped me and tried to rape me."

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Fwoosh. And Sakura exploded.

"I TRIED TO RAPE YOU?? YOU'RE JOKING RIGHT! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'KIDNAP', I WAS TRYING TO HELP SOMEONE FOR YOUR INFORMATION ---"

Ding-ding

"---WHO WAS THE ONE WHO CAME ONTO ME, YOU SICK JERK! I SHOULD BE THE ONE PRESSING CHARGES FOR RAPE! THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR PERVERTED, BIG STUPID DUCK-SHAPED HEAD IF YOU CAN'T EVEN GET YOUR FACTS STRAIGHT! I SHOULD HAVE JUST LET YOU DROWN TO DEATH IN YOUR TWENTY BOTTLES OF LIQUOR---"

"Ahem... Sakura?"

I know that voice...

Sakura turned and saw her boss standing there outside the elevator (the doors have already opened, and judging by everyone's shocked expressions for a long time). That's right: it wasn't just her boss watching her rant but everyone at the department meeting.

It can't get much worse than this.

"So... my point is, I think you need to refresh your memory because I most definitely did not do... what you said I did. Thank you and goodbye."

She walked out of the elevator with as much dignity as possible. It was quiet as the World's Biggest Asshole pushed the little button and closed the elevator doors.

Then everyone started talking at once.

"Sakura I can't believe you just---"

"Do you even know who---"

"Late to the meeting is one thing, but saying that---"

"Did he really rape you?"

But Sakura was barely listening, only worried about one thing. She grabbed her boss Tsunade's arm. "I'm not fired am I?!"

"I'm not going to fire you..." said Tsunade, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Wheeeeewww!! Oh thank you thank you!"

"...but the company president is going to."

Sakura stared. Huh?

"You idiot," said Ino, the Queen of Gossip; she had that you're-so-out-of-the-loop tone right now. "You don't have a clue who you just yelled at do you?"

"I do know!" said Sakura defensively. "He's someone who works here. On the 29th floor... so that's the..."

The President's office.

"He's Uchiha Sasuke," Ino informed her. "The President's son and our future boss?"

...my life is just one fucked-up story isn't it.