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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or his hideous orange jumpsuit.

Chapter 1: Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed

Sunlight streamed through the little space between the deep maroon curtains that flapped slightly from the breeze filtered through the large doors of the balcony.

A young, pink-haired woman scrunched her face against the bright rays of light that warmed her face.

"Argh, mother-" she groaned slightly as her head erupted into pain that could only be known to others who had suffered from the worst kind of spell- a hangover.

God, how much had she drunk last night at the company party? Well, it didn't matter how much now. All that mattered was how exactly she was going to survive going to the office today with that obnoxious buzzing that was filling her ears.

The merging of the company she was a partner for and another giant company had brought about the greatest celebration Sakura had ever seen. And it brought about more wine than Sakura had ever drank.

And right now, it was bringing about the worst hangover Sakura ever had.

Sakura Haruno shifted slightly on the bed, her desire for some solace overtaking her usual workaholic attitude of waking and hurrying to work. She wasn't needed in the office until noon. A quick glance at the clock on the adjacent time told her it was only 9 o'clock. Great. Plenty of time for some more sleep.

Pulling the covers over her body, Sakura sighed deeply and buried her face into the soft fabric of the pillow. The entire bed screamed comfort and Sakura felt that perhaps she should ditch her own apartment and just stay at this hotel forever.

A shrill ringing suddenly filled her ears as the telephones on the nightstands began to ring. Maybe the deluxe suite wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Sure it had a king sized bed with a beautiful balcony overlooking the gardens outside, but it also had two loud and obnoxious telephones, one on each nightstand on either side of the giant bed.

Cursing under her breath and making a quick note to remember to speak to the front desk about no phone calls before eleven, Sakura reached out blindly for the insolent device, her fingers hitting against the wood of the nightstand on her side of the bed to shut up the damned object.

Her hand closed around the handle of the cold receiver on her nightstand and she pushed her face out of the soft pillow and pressed the phone to her ear.

Sakura's pink lips parted and she was just about to answer when she heard a low, very masculine voice do it instead.

"Hello?"

Startled, Sakura whipped her head around to see that she was not alone in the giant king-sized bed. There, sprawled out over the opposite side of the bed lay a dark-haired young man by the looks of it. Of course she couldn't exactly tell what his face looked like since his (shirtless) back was to her as he was currently propped up onto his elbows to answer the phone.

But from the back… Oh, God… he had spiky black hair that stuck up, possibly bed-hair but Sakura thought that maybe his hair was like that even out of bed; a strong back, his pale skin was completely blemish free besides one little scar across his left shoulder that didn't detract anything, but only magnified the purely man-like physique.

"Yes. Thanks," his voice rumbled as he hung up the phone and Sakura shivered slightly. His voice was just so… so sexy, she thought.

As the dark haired stranger put the receiver back down on his nightstand, he turned on the bed to get comfortable, sighing deeply.

As onyx-black eyes met emerald green ones, the two strangers froze.

Oh God, he's… gorgeous. If Sakura thought he had a good body from the back, man… from the front he was unbelievable. He had pale skin, a well-sculpted chest that wasn't too muscular but still was defined with broad shoulders and from what she could see… narrow hips that were hidden underneath the white sheet that was draped across his lap.

And his face, well, let's just say that Sakura would be a blind idiot if she thought he wasn't extremely good-looking. Deep onyx-black eyes stared at her in shock. He had a strong jaw, that seemed to have his mouth slightly open in surprise at this moment. High cheek bones and a straight nose completed the aristocratic look.

"Why are you in my bed?" he asked, his voice raspy from sleep as he continued to examine her.

Sakura suddenly remembered that this stranger, no matter how gorgeous, was just that… a stranger.

"More like, why are you in my bed?" she retorted, her hand rising to run through her hair. However when her hand fell back down to the sheet, a shine from her left hand caught her attention.

That and a diamond ring on her ring finger.

A large, diamond ring on her finger.

But more importantly, it was on HER FINGER.

Sakura gasped loudly as she flung her hand out in front of her, examining the alien piece of metal on her innocent little finger. "What the hell is this?!" she shrieked, referring to the ring.

The stranger flinched. "What the hell is what? And could you possibly keep it down?" he muttered, rubbing his pounding head with his hand.

Sakura turned in shock to look at him (she kinda forgot about him after she saw the incriminating ring on her finger) and gave out an even shriller scream as she kicked her legs out in shock, pushing the stranger out of the bed and onto the floor by accident.

She scrambled to the opposite side of the bed to see the stranger groaning as he gingerly rubbed his head and sat up. "And what the HELL is that?!" she screeched again as she pointed towards his hand.

"What?" he growled. His head hurt like a mother and this girl was certainly not helping by screaming every two seconds.

"That! And… and this?!" Sakura first point to his hand again and the small, but visible, ring that was present there and then held out her own hand with the ring.

Sasuke's face slowly lifted to see her hand before his face fell to look at what she was pointing- glaring- at on his own hand.

And then he stopped breathing because his eyes caught the little band on his finger that certainly was not there yesterday or the day before or the day before that. And he knew. Their rings were a matching pair.

A pair of wedding rings.

HAHAHA, how will Sakura and Sasuke deal with this new information? Review to let me know to continue and we'll find out!