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A/N: NARUTO DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.

Chapter 7: AutoCorrect

Sakura was fuming. She was mad, she was angry, she was irritated, she was red with rage,and she was so ready to punch the living daylights out of the next person who tells her she needs to prepare for a formal dinner with select celebrities, politicians, and big business names.

"The nerve of him! Telling me what to wear and then telling me I look like a vegetable. Like what?! He may be my damn boss but hell, I know I look decent enough!"

She scooped a big spoonful of cream from the parfait she was eating and shoved it into her mouth. It was a Sunday and she decided to go to the Cafe l'Etoile because the weather was nice and her parents were out of town. So, she packed her laptop, her toxicology book, and took the 1st bus she saw. Initially, she was planning to go to the office and check if there was anything that needs to be done; after all, she wasn't able to finish her workload when Izumi called her for help. When she got to the office, what welcomed her was not what she expected.

"Oh good. I was just about to give you a call."

Sakura stared into Penthouse 1 and found that she could barely recognize the place. Dresses, gowns, suits, shirts, pants… they were all crowding the room. Sasuke sat on his desk, looking at piece of red satin. He was feeling the fabric and trailed his eyes at Sakura's form. Her clothes didn't help Sasuke. The large Konoha School hoodie over her pants covered her figure. Sakura noticed her boss looking at her and a red blush made her face glow.

"W-what are you l-looking at, huh?!" Sakura held her bag up to her chest and pointed accusingly at Sasuke.

"There wasn't much to see. Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm just checking if this dress would suit your skin tone." Sasuke held out the satin dress to Sakura and picked up another dress, this one more on the fuschia side and was made from velvet. He looked at his secretary who took the satin dress from his outstretched hand. He was lying of course. When Sakura wore her business casuals, he would catch himself checking out her tiny waist, her very attractive hips and her sinfully magnetic backside. He especially liked it when she wore leggings because it defines her silhouette more. He would never admit that but, he was sneaky enough to choose the kind of dresses that will accentuate Sakura's figure. To think, little Usako-chan would mold and grow into a stunning woman.

"What do I do with this?" Sakura asked as she held the satin dress. She placed her backpack down one of the nearby clothes rack and viewed the satin dress in its full length.

"Try it on." he answered, not bothering to look up from the chiffon dress he was examining.

"Is the Uchiha Corp into textiles and fashion now?" Sakura teased. Sasuke retaliated by giving her the stink eye. "No, as tempting as the fashion industry is, Uchiha is not interested. Now try that dress on. You have lots more others to try on.".

Sakura looked at the dress and then looked back to Sasuke. "Why?"

There was a little voice inside Sakura's mind that tells her, this might be the day her boss asks her out on a date, but another little voice tells her to calm down and not expect much. The satin dress looked pretty with its red lace detailing and it felt so soft in her hands. Sakura looked as Sasuke who seemed disinterested at her, but at the dress instead. It was weird. Suddenly getting her a dress out of the blue is not how Uchiha Sasuke works. She looked at him with suspicious eyes and trailed over the dress once again.

"Sasuke-sama, I'm not comfortable wearing this without reason." She said with a firm voice.

Sasuke sighed. Of course she needs an explanation. He puts the dress he's holding back into a box and takes a periwinkle colored envelope from on of his desk drawers. He handed it to Sakura who held the envelope like it were some delicate artifact. The envelope paper looked very expensive and it had a pearl-like sheen; along with the velvet-lined black print, Sakura realized that it was the invitation to the Winter Gala Naruto was inviting her to. The same gala Sasuke proclaimed to take her as his 'companion.'

You are cordially invited to the Annual Hokage Winter's Gala

As one of the esteemed friends of the Namikaze-Uzumaki Family, we invite you, Uchiha Sasuke, to partake in the Annual Winter's Gala at the Hokage Manor this coming December 20, 2018.

You may bring a guest if you wish but please remember to RSVP so that they will also be included on the list.

The First Family of Konohagakure is looking forward to your attendance.

Namikaze Minato
Yondaime Hokage

Sakura ran her hands over the velvet lined print. It made such a lovely contrast over the pearly periwinkle paper that she wanted to keep reading and reading the invitation. Under her tutelage with Tsunade, Sakura had no problems meeting with high profile people. When her mentor, a descendant of Senju Hashirama - one of the two founding fathers of Konohagakure, took her in, one of the things she cannot avoid was to attend high society functions and galas. She doesn't socialize much though. Being the darling of the Medical community, many of the giants in medicine have been anticipating Sakura's graduation. After achieving her Medical Technologist license, she has received multiple employment offers but turned them down because she would prefer to study and complete her doctorate. Despite all the job offers in the medical field, the one advice her mentor told her was to never accept them yet - that's how she ended up being the secretary of her childhood friend and imaginary internet boyfriend. A waste of talent, maybe but Sakura's goal was to work under Tsunade and for the Senju Group so it made sense for her not to accept any of the company's rivals in the medical field. It was weird, however, that her mentor suggested she take this job for Uchiha Corp.

"Go and change in the back. Wear these next, the blue one after the maroon one." Sasuke said, handing her 2 more dresses to try. One of the dresses was an a-line full length tulle gown of ombre white and blue with a black suede belt. The other was another full length trumpet gown of airy chiffon in maroon red. They both looked expensive and Sakura didn't have the guts to wear them. She sighed and followed what her boss said and began to change. She walked out wearing the blue ombre dress but Sasuke swiped his hand, reminding Sakura of the swipe left motion in Tinder. Rolling her eyes, she quickly changed into the maroon chiffon dress. When she saw herself in the mirror, her eyes widened. The maroon color of the delicate fabric made her skin look like milk. The darkness of the maroon was just right that it made her hair look like pale pink strands of silk and her eyes look greener than the summer leaves. Hoping it will impress Sasuke, she strode out of the back room in a very elegant fashion.

Sasuke was thinking about the dresses Hitachiin Fashions gracefully provided and how most of them had very revealing cuts and form-fitting designs. He had to sort out the ones that didn't reveal too much but still gave him enough to look at. He will never ever admit it but he likes Sakura's figure. He found it very appealing and in a way, wanted to brag about it and show her around. Tell the world that this attractive young woman was his 'date' and not someone else's. He was imagining what she would look like in the scarlet cheongsam dress he was currently holding and how the silk will hug her curvy frame but all logic left his mind when she came walking out of the back room in the trumpet chiffon dress. It accentuated her tiny waist, her swaying hips, and to his most secretive delights, her sumptuous backside.

"Well? How does it look?" she was looking down, her face flushed with a color resembling his favorite vegetafruit. She was cute and Sasuke couldn't stop himself.

"You look like an overgrown tomato" he blurted out without thinking. The thoughts of his first love looking like his favorite fruit made his brain short-circuit and very thing just exploded. The cuteness in Sakura face was replaced with embarrassment and anger. "I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A VEGETABLE!" she said as she fumed into the back room and quickly changed into her original outfit. She furiously slammed up her hoodie and stormed out of the office.

Sasuke stood in the middle of the room, holding the scarlet cheongsam. He was so unsure of what happened but he had to admit, a flustered and angry Sakura was a cute Sakura.

"I LOOK PRETTY IN THAT MAROON CHIFFON DRESS! I DID NOT LOOK LIKE AN OVERGROWN TOMATO!" she screams internally as she spoons more of the parfait in her mouth. The nerve of that Uchiha to tell her what she can and cannot wear. Underneath her college jacket's hood, Sakura's cheeks fumed red and bulged like a chipmunk's as she continued to scoop more and more of the cold and creamy dessert into her face. She didn't mind acting like herself. Her hood should hide her hair color.

"He can go to that stupid gala by himself. I don't care." she said with her mouth full of ice cream, with tiny droplets falling on her toxicology book.

"Who can go to the stupid gala by himself?"

Sakura turned around as a chuckling voice startled her. Itachi stood beside her, looking dapper even in the casual college sweater and sweatpants combo. He held a takeout bag with the cafe's signature blue straw peeking out and the morning newspaper. The medical prodigy had to gulp down hard, embarrassed that one of her bosses found her in such an awkward position. Unfortunately, the ice cream gave her a painful brain freeze and her initial reaction was priceless and Itachi found it endearing.

"Mouuuu…" Sakura murmured as she held her head. She hates brain freeze. In her opinion, it's an irritating phenomenon that prohibits her from eating ice cream in the speed she wants. She hears her boss chuckle again.

"What did my foolish little brother do for you to binge eat ice cream and ruin that elegant parfait?" he asked, taking the empty seat across Sakura. She pouts in response, hesitant to speak about her personal displeasure over Sasuke's actions. However, memories of Itachi being the big brother figure in her life washed over her as she looked at him. His eyes were soft and understanding, his smile was gentle and endearing… it was like one of those days when she would cry because Sasuke was bullying her.

"You're welcome to tell me anything, you know." he says, and Sakura was overcome by nostalgia. She sighs and smiles gently. "Am not gonna get fired, am I?" she asks. Itachi responds with a hearty chuckle. "Depends." he joked. "What did Sasuke do?"

"He called me anovergrowntomato." Sakura whispered, her face as red as a literal tomato. Itachi couldn't believe his ears.

"He called you a what?" he asked.

"An...overgrown...tomato."

Itachi guffawed loudly, catching the attention of the cafe's patron. "He called you an overgrown tomato?! That IDIOT!" He continued to bellow in laughter until his phone rings. Still laughing off the remnants of Sasuke's idiocy, Itachi excused himself and answered the phone. Now alone at the table, Sakura's attention was caught by the headline of the newspaper Itachi was carrying. By memory, she remembers Itachi's fondness of newspapers and print media. She didn't imagine his fondness to have remained even with the existence of high-tech gadgets. The headline was, however, was alarming enough to warrant her full attention.

Otogakure's forces move towards Yugakure

Yes,the civil war in Otogakure. Konohagakure is the strongest military force in the eastern seaboard thanks to the joint efforts of the Uzumaki, the Senju, and the Uchiha. The Uzumaki family, wielder of the Kurama Enterprise is well known for a martial art so secret and powerful that only members of their family knew the technique. They own three-quarters of the private military training facilities in Konoha and dominated the remaining quarter of the government-owned facilities, teaching an altered version of the Kyuubi - the Uzumaki secret technique. The Senju Group owns the medical franchise of the country, creating medical breakthroughs not only in the beneficial life-saving aspect of medicine but also in biochemical weaponry. They are most known for the regenerating foam known as Katsuyu, developed to close open wounds through rapid cell development by altering the protein component of the open wound. The Uchiha Corp in turn, owns the Sharingan, the pioneer in war technology, specializing in strategy hardware and software development, mass producing high-tech weaponry, and innovating and developing new weapons.

Sakura wonders how the Uchiha Corp is handling the situation. Sharingan is well sought after by the government of Otogakure to supply their weapons but she knows that Sasuke has received communication from the Sharingan base in Ame that they cannot, in any way, distribute weapons for Oto. The Hokage has forbidden the participation of any Konoha-based company in the war, proclaiming the Land of Fire capital as neutral territory. However, with the Otogakure aggression moving closer to Konoha, its only a matter of time before something happens.

"Im sorry about that. My wife called reminding me about the weekly dinner with the Hokage. She said you should come too." Itachi came back, pocketing his phone. He still looks like he's been laughing as he settled back down his seat.

"Weekly dinner with the Hokage?" Sakura asked. She knew Sasuke and Naruto were best buds but she didn't know they had weekly dinners.

Just how high-profile is the Uchiha now? Tsunade-shishou is related to Uzumaki Kushina but she doesn't go to weekly dinners. Then again, she's often overseas or too busy.

Itachi nodded to answer Sakura's question. He takes out the mocha frappuccino from his takeout bag and began sipping the contents. The cream had already melted half-way but it seems that he didn't mind. "So, what do you say? Wanna come? Izumi will be thrilled to have you. She and Kushina-san are the only women there when Naruto's girlfriend doesn't join in."

Sakura pondered the idea. She has been looking forward to meet Izumi so she can ask about the pregnancy test. She wanted to conduct the test on Izumi herself but the lady declined reasoning that she wants to be the only one to know first and she'd announce the result later. Sakura guesses she'd know at the dinner with the Hokage. She smiled at Itachi and nodded.

"Of course, Itachi-sama. I'd love to. But I don't have anything to wear."

Itachi's eyes smiled. "I'm sure we'll find something among the piles of clothes Sasuke has."

Snow fell like flower petals when a sleek black car pulled over Sakura's home. Wearing his black sweater over a gray button down shirt, Sasuke went out of his car and leaned over to the side. 'They haven't moved, huh?' He thought as he glanced at the humble Haruno residence. He inhaled and then exhaled in very exaggerated fashion. As a child, he was never allowed to sleep over the cozy Haruno home for security reasons. He looks at the house's shell white walls with creeping its eden rose vines. They were all but stalks and stems in the winter but he remembers their beautiful pink flowers and how Sakura loved them. He looks at the old swing attached to the giant arakashi tree in the front yard and recalled the times he would swing Sakura under the tree's shade and how her long pink hair would dance along with the swaying. Suddenly he remembers the old park they used to play in and the ancient sakura tree.

"Neh, Sasuke-kun! Let's make a promise!"

It was Sakura's birthday and they were having a picnic underneath the ancient sakura tree in the park near her house.

"A promise?" he asked, his hands tucked inside his shorts pockets. Sakura nodded. She had just turned 11 that day and Sasuke can already see how beautiful she is with her long silky pink hair. He caresses the box he has hidden inside his pocket. He was planning to give her a bracelet for her birthday but he hasn't had the chance. This might be it.

"Alright then. Close your eyes, hold out your arms, and lets make a promise."

Doing as she were told, Sakura closed her eyes and held out her arms in Sasuke's direction. She felt him shuffle a bit and suddenly something was being tied around her arm. She tried to open her eyes but Sasuke stopped her.

"Ah! Don't open them yet." he said before holding her hand. "I promise to always be here to protect you no matter what." he said. "Now you."

Sakura tightened her grip on his hand "I promise," she began, "to always support you and be here for you, no matter what." She then opened her eyes and saw the most beautiful bracelet she had ever seen. It was a silver chain with a lone cherry blossom charm made of rose quartz. "Its beautiful!" Sakura exclaimed, hugging Sasuke.

"I wanted the one made of pink diamonds but Itachi nii-san won't let me." Sasuke smirks. He was serious though. He really wanted to get the one made of pink diamonds.

"I wouldn't accept it. I'm just 11. I have no use for pink diamonds. Maybe when I turn 18!" she joked back, believing he was making his rich kid jokes again.

Sasuke looks at the direction of the ancient tree. "I'll keep my promise no matter what."

His thoughts were suddenly broken when phone pings and he opens a texts from Sakura.

S. Haruno: Are we late?

S. Uchiha: We will be late if you don't hurry up.

A vein popped in his head. He understands why Izumi would want Sakura to come along but why was he the one picking her up? Can't they just get one of their drivers to to drive her to Hokage Manor? As unpleasant as having a man in close to Sakura was, he wasn't really in the mood to be nice to her. After all, her cute anger that morning was still insubordination to the management even if it were in a personal level of interaction. He swears Sakura will be the death of him.

Sasuke glanced at the timestamp on his phone. 6:30pm Dinner usually started at 8pm but Sakura's house was on the southwestern end of the city, much closer to the suburbs than the bustling noise of the the city heart. The Hokage Manor, officially known as the Hi no Ki or Fire Tree House, it has been the official residence of the appointed Hokage. It was in the eastern side of the city, facing the direction of the sun like some mystic symbolism from the time of the Shodaime Hokage. Sasuke wasn't anyone to complain about the mysticism of the Manor. The Uchiha Ancestral House was located in the far northeastern side of Hi no Kuni, in the edge of the Konohagakure. It was more of an old traditional Japanese castle but every Uchiha insisted in calling it a house. It has been said that it was built there because it was the omote-kimon of Konohagakure. He scoffs - only the Head Uchiha Family can reside in the castle; in fact, the castle was his childhood home but he has long since moved out, leaving Itachi, Izumi, and a truckload of maids to live on the house.

Sasuke's phone pings again and his heart skips a beat.

S. Haruno: Im almost done.

S. Haruno: Look, I turned my autocorrect on

S. Uchiha: Just hurry up.

Sasuke massaged his temples. For an over-achieving academic, it was odd that Sakura needed autocorrect to make sure her words are properly spelled while texting. It does make sense, however, since she seems to prefer using shortcuts on her texts. She can type just fine when making reports but with texting? She's very much hopeless. Sasuke observed the moving shadow inside the house until it stepped out of view and the door opened and his eyes feasted on the sight of his secretary. She wore the white long sleeved turtleneck dress she and Itachi found amongst the littered clothes in Penthouse 1. It was short, reaching only a little bit below her thighs so she paired it with her signature thermal leggings. The black belt of the dress accentuated her small waist and the leggings complimented her shapely legs. It was a simple get-up put with her messy chignon hairstyle and the light makeup she wore, but she looked stunning. Securing the gold chain of her small black shoulder bag, she smiled at him.

"Ready." she said. "And for the record, I made sure I wouldn't look like an overgrown cauliflower."

"Took you long enough." he replied with a smirk. "And no, you don't look like a cauliflower."

Sakura pouts. The glossy pink of her lips tempted Sasuke to wet his own but he managed to stop himself. Trying to hide the blush from the cold, he quickly moved and opened the front seat door. Sakura steps in, her leather hand gloves brushing his cold ungloved hands. He noticed the redness of her cheeks but he simply dismissed them and blamed the cold. She smelled of strawberries and champagne and Sasuke simply couldn't stop himself anymore.

"You smell nice." he murmured, making the blush on Sakura's cheeks go redder ten-fold.

"T-thank you!" she squeaked as she hid her face with her purse. Sasuke was acting weird all of a sudden and she doesn't understand why. Almost about month ago, he had been this cold man with nothing but bitter sighs but now he's all clingy and weird. He still manages to be cold at times and still makes insulting remarks but there was a change with how he treats her. She doesn't understand. Were the rumors getting to him? Was he having some psychological reaction to the romance the media faked for them? Sakura hopes not. She hopes that this was something she can call a recognition of the childhood that they had together or even perhaps love. Sasuke was her first love. She never got the chance to tell him, even before he left; but he was her first love and still is. She watches as he walked towards the driver's seat. "Buckle up." he says, before driving off.

The car was silent all throughout the trip. Sakura was curled into a ball of blushes as she looked outside the night sky. The ride has already last about an hour long and she could feel her eyes droop as the orange street lights seemed to lull her to sleep. Her head bobbed as she tried to stop herself from dozing off. Sasuke noticed and when they came across as red light, he grabbed a dark blue travel pillow from the back.

"Here. Go and take a quick nap." he said, handing Sakura the pillow. "We still have a good 30 minutes left before we arrive. Careful not to drool on my travel pillow."

Sakura glared at him, but gratefully accepted the pillow and placed it on her shoulders and nape. Within a few minutes, she was out like a light. Sasuke tried his best not to be distracted by her gentle rhythmic breathing. Her long eyelashes were like curtains protecting her closed eyes and Sasuke wonders if they will brush his face should he dare try to get close enough to almost kiss her. He shakes his head from the thought. Onyx eyes straight on the road, he focuses instead on the asphalt road before seeing the white gates of the Hokage Manor.

"ID?" The guard asked. He shows the red metal card Naruto had given him when they were in college and places his thumb on the checkpoint fingerprint scanner. The red card was a special pass given to him and his brother so that they can easily come visit without the hassle of going through the standard checkpoint. Of course, the red card has the Sharingan patent.

The guard scanned the chip hidden in the card and cross-referenced it with the thumbprint from scanner. "You're good but how about her?" the guard asked, pointing at the sleeping Sakura. Not wanting to go through the hassle of explaining, he raised his eyebrow and glared at the guard.

"I'm not feeling my sleeping girlfriend up for you. I can voucher for her." Sasuke said. Calling Sakura his girlfriend is a bit too much but it felt natural. He hopes she was still asleep. The guard's eyes, on the other hand, widened in the realization. He was talking to the Uchiha Sasuke and he had just confirmed his relationship status with the infamous pink haired girl who was currently sleeping inside his ferrari like it was the most normal thing to do! He cannot see her face but he wished he did. "I-I-I am sorry sir! P-p-please forgive m-my imprudence!" The guard was freaking out because he probably had just found out legitimate information on Konoha's hottest trending couple.

Sasuke sensed the guard's sudden change in demeanor and his eyes sharpened and his voice took a turn to the deep, husky and dangerous. "I'll have a huge sum of money sent to you if you keep quiet about my relationship status." he simply said. "If you don't, better find yourself a good lawyer." He waited for the guard to nod before driving off towards the front doors of the manor.

The manor was largely patterned of the castle of Versailles in the western side of the world. Originally built to look like the traditional Japanese castle, it was destroyed in the 2nd Eastern Wars and was later rebuilt into its western theme. In the summer, the manor's front courtyard would be covered with blooming red and yellow rose bushes, planted to mimic flames while fire trees blossomed with their scarlet flowers. In the winter, fairy lights were carefully designed to decorate the bare branches of the bushes and trees making it look like some snow covered fairyland. To most people, it would have looked stunning but for Sasuke, it was too bright for his eyes. After the drive past the courtyard, he pulled over the manor's front door and the butler approached them. Not wanting to embarrass Sakura, he softly taps her cheek, coaxing her to wake up. "Sakura." he said, careful not to be too loud. She stirs ever so slightly.

"Sasuke-kun" she mutters.

Sasuke's eyes widened. She remembers him. She's dreaming about him. Sakura, his Usako-chan remembers him. He can feel his heart beat race as the sound of her voice echoed inside his head.

"Y-yes Sakura. It's me. Wake up." He says. He was trying his best to calm down and then Sakura opens her eyes.

"Oh my goodness!" She squeals. "Im so sorry Sasuke-sama!" Sakura tried to check the travel pillow for drool marks and when she found none, she felt relieved. She then checks her makeup and her hair and found nothing was out of place, aside from the smudged lip gloss, nothing she can't fix. She dabs her lips by doing a kissing motion and then smiles at Sasuke who was scowling.

"She's back to normal" Sasuke's heart dropped. Perhaps he was mistaken. He turns to the butler waiting by the manor doors and the smart looking man moved quickly, opening Sakura's door. With her gloved hand, she takes the middle-aged man's outstretched hand to support herself out of the car. Sasuke took no time leaving his seat and both of them were directed into the manor.