"I swear to God, you're dumber than a piece of bread."

"Oh yeah? You wouldn't know what a piston ring looked like if it bit you in the ass."

"I wouldn't trust you with making me a goddamn sandwich, let alone with repairing a car. You're such a shitty mechanic you couldn't even fix a horse carriage."

Sasuke lazily took a sip of his beer as he watched the prospects bicker over how to properly fix a boxer engine. He already knew it was a crack in the valve covers, he had an eye for things like that. Sasuke could just step in and help them, but then again, where would be the fun in that?

Just as the two boys were about to get violent with each other, he picked up a small wrench and threw it at them. "Quit your damn pissing contest and get back to fixing the fucking car." The two boys immediately went still, threw a startled look at their boss, and silently resumed their work.

Sasuke knew he was an intimidating man; he had to be in order to keep the prospects in line. With his raven hair, pitch-black eyes, and 6'2 of pure muscle he was the epitome of terrifying. Add to that his rank of Vice-President and Sergeant at Arms of the infamous Havoc MC and you got one of the most dangerous and frightening people the quaint little city of Konoha has ever seen.

Emptying his beer bottle, Sasuke went back to polishing his black Harley V-Rod Muscle. As usual, it was a busy day at the MC's auto shop. Fixing cars was one of the main sources of income for the Havoc club nowadays, at least one of the legal ones. They abandoned most forms of criminal activities decades ago, with the exception of a few raids here and there and minor shady, albeit lucrative dealings.

Despite going mostly legit, their club was still one of the most feared and respected in the entire country, not least because of their ruthless members and their shared violent and bloody history. Even though they were docile now, memories of the club's merciless past were enough to keep anyone from messing with them. He and his brothers sacrificed a lot for this well-deserved peace and he would rip anyone to shreds who dared to take it away from them. Luckily, nobody was stupid enough to try. After all, their infamous reputation still preceded them, even after decades of tranquillity. Sasuke knew people were still afraid of the club and especially of its Sergeant at Arms – and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Smirking arrogantly, the raven haired man thought back to the time he nearly ripped a man's arms out in front of his entire club. He had been untouchable then and still was now.

There was nothing and no one in this world that Sasuke Uchiha feared, he thought proudly.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he saw an old olive-green VW Beetle appearing in the shop's driveway. He would recognise this car anywhere in the world. Sasuke could feel himself grow nervous at the thought of the Beetle's owner stepping out any second. Please let it be someone else, he prayed silently.

Frowning in concern, he watched the door open with a loud creak as someone stepped out. It was already dark, and Sasuke couldn't make out who exactly it was, which only made his uneasiness grow. The person shut the door with such a force you'd think the driver had a personal grudge against the car. The figure whirled around suddenly and furious eyes stared directly at him.

Realisation hit him like a ton of bricks as he whispered, "Fuck."

Indeed, there was nothing and no one in this world that Sasuke Uchiha feared.

Except Sakura fucking Haruno.

Her perfect porcelain face contorted in anger and she threw him a look of pure disdain before turning around and heading for the club house. Despite wearing high heels she was surprisingly fast. The burning desire to tear the President a new one was probably what drove her, Sasuke guessed.

"Sakura." Calling out to her, he jumped to his feet, but he couldn't catch up. She didn't even flinch at hearing him shout her name; instead, she raised her left arm. The last thing Sasuke saw before she disappeared into the club house was Sakura's middle finger.

Once he reached the door to the President's office, they were already screaming at each other. Sasuke was just about to barge in, when Jiraiya blocked his way. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the older man sighed apologetically, "Sorry man, I can't let you in."

Sasuke raised his chin and defiantly stared at the Havoc's Road Captain. "I hate to pull rank on you, Jiraiya, but you'll let me pass right now, that's an order."

"Sorry kid, I got direct orders from above to not let anybody disturb the two. I'm afraid the President's daughter outranks even you."

Sasuke snorted in anger and glared at the door for another moment, silently willing it to magically open itself. As he heard the yelling inside grow louder, he decided it was best to let the two blow off some steam in private.

He'd come back later to pick up the pieces.

Sasuke had gone back to the auto shop and decided to distract himself by helping the two prospects fix the Mustang. Just as he was starting to push Sakura's unexpected arrival to the back of his mind, his gaze was drawn to the club house as the door flew open and Sakura marched out, emanating fury and murderous intent.

She was like a Valkyrie, descending upon a battlefield in a blaze of glory, reaping the souls of the dead.

Sasuke remembered then how terrifying Sakura could be; and what an incredible turn-on that was.

He released a shaky breath, before raising his voice, "Sakura, look, I know it was-"

"You!", she growled, pointing her perfectly manicured index finger at him while stomping towards the shop. He was in for some serious ass-kicking, Sasuke knew that. Running a hand through his chin long black hair, he sighed in defeat and followed her to the back of the shop.

Just as they passed the prospects, Sasuke could hear the two boys snicker and whisper to each other. "Never thought that such a pretty little doll face would have the mighty Serg by his balls." Apparently, Sakura hadn't missed their jokes either, as she whirled around suddenly and pressed a big wrench to one of the boys' throats.

"Call me doll face again and I'll punch you so hard you'll cry for your momma." Sasuke watched the two boys' eyes widen in fear. Smirking proudly, he said, "I saw her do it. Don't tempt her."

Sakura dropped the wrench and walked to the office in the back of the auto shop with Sasuke in tow. As soon as he closed the door behind them, the raven haired man cleared his throat and started explaining everything, when he was interrupted by Sakura's cold voice.

"Sit your ass down."

He knew that commanding tone all too well and it did not allow any objections, so he obliged and took a seat. Sakura came to a halt right in front of him and leaned forward, resting her hands on the armrest of his chair.

Their faces were so close Sasuke could already smell the cherry scent of her lip gloss.

She fixed him with an unwavering stare and whispered, "Now you listen to me, Uchiha Sasuke, and you listen really good, because I will only tell you this once. If I ever catch you, your prospects or any other member of the club dealing drugs in this city or any other city on planet earth, I will come for you, I will strip you naked, cut off your balls, and feed them to you for breakfast, have I made myself clear?"

Unblinking, Sasuke answered, "Yes, ma'am."

Sakura leaned in even closer and snarled, "Good."

She straightened herself, turned around, and ran her slender fingers through her pink tresses. Sasuke could hear her sigh as her shoulders slumped. Seconds ticked by where she stood with her back turned to him, seemingly deep in contemplation.

That couldn't be it, Sasuke thought to himself. This was way too easy; where was the yelling, the punching, the overall ass-kicking? Sakura was obviously livid about this, and if he knew one thing about the Prez's daughter it was that she exacted sweet sweet revenge whenever someone wronged her.

Didn't think she'd let this go so easily, Sasuke mused silently, I thought there would be more-

SLAP.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a burning sting on his right cheek as his head whipped to the left.

Ah yes, there it was. Let the ass-kicking begin.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Pressing a hand to his cheek, Sasuke got up to defend himself. "Sakura, if you would just listen I-"

"Did I say you could get up?"

"No, ma'am," he replied, sinking back into his chair.

Sakura fixed him with a furious gaze mixed with suspicion. "I thought you were done with this." – "We are."

"Then what the hell happened?"

Sasuke sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. "It was just a stupid mistake, Sakura, it won't happen again, alright? So calm down."

Judging by the are-you-fucking-kidding-me-look on her face, that probably wasn't what she wanted to hear, Sasuke realised. "A stupid mistake? How can you play it down like that? This is a big deal, asshole, you don't get to play it down; you don't get to do this to me." – "I didn't do this to you Sakura. I told you it was a mistake, the prospect got too reckless and he-"

"You're right, it was a mistake, your mistake. You're in charge of the prospects, it's your duty to keep them in line." Sakura leaned over him again growling and pointing a finger accusingly at his chest.

"It is and trust me when I tell you he'll get what's coming to him," Sasuke growled back. He wasn't just saying that to appease Sakura, he was very much looking forward to ripping apart that screw-up of a prospect. He watched as she straightened herself again in front of him. The anger left her face and gave way to an emotionless expression. "Too bad I don't trust you."

Sasuke leaned forward in his chair and spoke with as much determination as he could muster, given the fact that he was scared shitless of Sakura. "Look, as much as I would love to see you kick his ass personally, this is club business. You can't get involved."

"I'm already involved in case you didn't notice," Sakura spat back.

"Well, this is as far as you go. The rest is up to me, and only to me." – "I told you I don't trust you. I'm not letting you handle this alone."

Sasuke ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. Slowly, he was losing his patience, and he had a shit ton of that when it came to her. "Sakura, you know what I think about drugs. I hate this as much as you do. I'm not gonna screw you over on this one. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Oh please, I'm not buying your self-righteous bullshit. In case you forgot, you don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to upholding your honour."

A look of hurt flashed in his eyes at hearing her accusation, but he blinked it away the next second. She was right, and Sasuke knew they'd have to talk about it eventually. Only I suck at talking, he thought grimly.

"Sakura… Back then, I-" The sound of Sakura's ringtone suddenly filled the room, interrupting his apology. Sasuke released a shaky breath then, he didn't know if it was out of relief or anxiety. He could hear her groan in front of him. Sasuke remembered she hated being interrupted while tearing people a new one. One look at her screen had her features soften though.

Sighing, she tapped the green button and held the phone to her ear. Sasuke could faintly make out a man's voice on the other end, but couldn't hear what exactly he was saying.

"Hey… no, at my Dad's… I told you there was something important I had to take care of… No, probably a few more hours… Today? I really don't have the time… Can it wait? … Alright, you know what, I'll talk to you later, ok? … Yeah, bye." Sakura ended the call and tapped around some more.

"You know you shouldn't keep your boyfriend waiting for so long. Dude must be pissed already."

Rolling her eyes, she pushed her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. "It's none of your business. And this isn't over yet."

"I told you, you should let me handle it. I wouldn't do anything to harm you," Sasuke said softly, his eyes gently staring into her own. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and stared back with cold eyes. "Yeah, like you haven't done so much worse to me already."

A deep frown graced his features then and a look of sadness crossed his face. Sasuke was usually careful to conceal his emotions, but with her, he didn't care. "Sakura…," he searched for words, "back then, I was-"

"Save it for someone who gives a shit."

And with that, she left him.

Well, damn it all to hell.

Note: I have waaaaaay too many ideas and prompts for this pairing, but I just had to write this one down, since I love modern day AUs. Let me know what you think of it. I live for your reviews, the more I get the more likely it is for this to live on and not die a miserable death as an unfinished prologue. *laughs threateningly*