baffling the spectrum

Summary: It took an unexplainable five hundred and ten nano meters to sustain their marriage.

things you should know:

Dichromatic Protanope=red green blindness

510nm= green wavelength

AN: so, yeah, I decided to post my take on the arranged marriage theme, please don't throw rocks at me….I just kinda figured I would like to try it and use romance novel style writing so yeah…plus I kinda miss writing sasusaku and writing in general

feedback would be great

Sasuke squinted at the onslaught of light that barged through his consciousness like some kind of hot brand to his eyes.

Blinding white. No, he thought, sunlight was supposed to be yellow.

Lethargically, he got up and dressed for another tedious day at work. Don't get it wrong, it's not as if he got some clerical job typing mundane documents for some obscure business; it wasn't that. Actually, it was far from that. The obscure business was his and he only ever read those mundane documents- he had a secretary to type them for him, heck, he had an army of labor force to do it for him.

Uchiha Sasuke was the president of a multinational banking company. The only one with higher authority than him was his father. His reputation: infamous, his bearing: regal. The mere mention of his name sent both society and common girls to raptures with dreams of marrying him, or, at the very least, of him glancing in their direction.

Usually, this type of reputation would cause men to ooze with pride. Sasuke didn't care; or if he did, then he didn't show it. He just wore this stoic expression and shut everything out.

It was exactly that expression that Naruto, his best friend and legal adviser, found him in as he strode nonchalantly through the office.

"You look constipated," he told Sasuke as way of greeting.

"You're an idiot," was the equally warm reply.

"So," Naruto started as he sat on the couch at the other end of the room, "how may I advise you today?"

Sasuke shrugged and replied without even looking up. "I thought part of your pay was finding out exactly what you need to advise me about."

Naruto snorted and propped his legs up on the crystal coffee table that probably cost a fortune.

"No it doesn't," he said defiantly.

Sasuke looked up for a moment then back to the papers he was reading.

"Yes it is. It's in your contract."

"No it's not," Naruto heatedly argued.

"It is."

Sasuke sounded so sure of himself that Naruto frowned, trying to recall where exactly that thing was written in his contract.

Sasuke, sensing Naruto's confusion smirked. Naruto finally noticed his friend's expression and stood up indignantly.

"You bastard, you're playing me," he cried. The look on Sasuke's face was unnerving-that was the exact look he wore before he made other company presidents cry. For some reason, Naruto was alarmed. He had flashes of other men like him- powerful and youthful- until they live miserably and die alone. Sasuke seemed to be aiming for exactly that.

"That is exactly why no one could stand you, you're sick!"

Sasuke put down his papers and glared at Naruto.

"Will you leave now? You're flooding this office with that absurd..."

Sasuke stared at Naruto's suit hard.

Naruto smirked and said, "HA! It's orange, cripple eyes."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes even though he was quite used to Naruto giving him nicknames like that.

"Whatever," he said after a minute, "and who wears an orange suit anyway?"

Naruto looked affronted. "I do and it's just another proof of my awesomeness that I alone can pull it off," he answered airily as he started walking towards the door.

"See ya bastard and try removing that stick up your ass will you?"

And with that, he was gone.

Sasuke was a bit proud for the man who stood before him. For one, he didn't cry; he also wasn't fuming with rage.

He looked quite resigned as he took the tattered remnants of his dignity and looked quietly by as Sasuke signed the papers that would seal their deal. Inwardly, he quietly cursed his father.

"Mr. Haruno," he said at last, "it was pleasure doing business with you."

The man nodded stiffly as he gestured his assistant to take the necessary documents and left.

He could practically hear Naruto telling him, "disaster."

And it didn't bode well when it came to the point that he could hear Naruto in his head.

He turned around and gathered his things and got ready to go home.

The long elevator ride down that was supposed to be peaceful was spoiled by a fidgeting female employee whose only memorable feature was her brightly colored nails that could be very possibly be red.

He walked out, the guard politely greeting him, saw that it was a clear night and decided to walk. He waved his limo off as it halted in front of him, fixed his scarf and decided to clear his thoughts.

Of what, he clearly couldn't tell but it really was a bit disturbing to be doing this. He wasn't so sure it was legal and frankly, it just seemed absurd. But he really didn't care much. As long as she wasn't too annoying, as long as his father was happy. He hadn't any illusions about love or affection anyway.

But still...He felt like a bully. He felt bullied too. He felt like this walk would help him erase his irrational guilt.

He really should have seen this coming. He knew how stubborn his father was. He knew he would eventually make a way to marry him off and he ignored the signs. He was stuck.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice until something soft bumped into him, rather, someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking," the woman squeaked as she pushed off him and almost lost her balance. Sasuke caught her and stood her upright.

"I didn't see you," he said seriously.

The woman looked up at him and he was so taken aback that he took a small step backward. Her eyes were green. He was never so sure of color before but he was so definite about it, those eyes were the most enchanting, intense green he has ever seen in his life.

It occurred to him that he might have been gaping so he focused his attention on her face which looked genuinely confused.

"Is there a problem?"

The girl whose face he can't quite determine quickly save her eyes and the contours presented by the meager light (which allowed him to see her expression) shook her head and said, "No, it's just that people usually see me, I tend to absorb light to my head."

She laughed and it was quite lovely but Sasuke was confused and she saw this. "My hair," she clarified as a slender finger pointed to her soft tresses.

Sasuke squinted and looked intently. It was brown...no, wait, it looked reddish as she moved to the light...russet perhaps? But it was somehow light and he looked harder and might have seen blonde.

Sakura looked at him like he was spouting some kind of punch line. Sasuke thought hard. She was either a redhead or a blonde.

"It's pink," she laughingly said as the man, quite handsome man really, perused her hair.

"Oh," he replied, a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I'm sorry for bumping into you. I'm preoccupied...it's just that my dad...oh! I'm sorry," she said as she bowed, "I'm being rude. Of course you wouldn't care about my life story," she continued.

Sasuke didn't hear because he was again captivated by those brilliant green eyes.

"Oh well, it is nice to meet you mister...?"

"Uchiha."

"Uchi..." her eyes widened in recognition and her demeanor suddenly turned a bit cold.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Uchiha," she said stiffly as she bowed and walked away.

Sasuke watched her go and contemplated what the hell went through a woman's mind at any given moment.

Sasuke sighed. It has been days since he's seen the woman and yet, vivid green just seem to invade his mind. It didn't help that everything else was just confusing.

He looked at the clock and was quite surprised to find out it was time for lunch.

He was about to stand up when the door suddenly burst open

And shockingly green eyes met his vision. She did not call attention to her face but his eyes just seemed drawn to it.

"I would like to have a word with you Uchiha and you better be ready," she said sternly but with such fire in her eyes that he nodded almost dumbly in response.

Naruto peeked in and looked questioningly at Sasuke but he just shook his head slightly and gestured his scandalized secretary who trailed behind Sakura- no doubt to bodily carry the woman out if Sasuke said so- to close the door.

"You're that girl," he said with a raised brow when she seemed to calm down a bit.

"Yes, I'm the girl! The girl whose father's life you ruined to no doubt feed your already enormous ego and fill up your already stuffed..."

She was cut off as Sasuke said, "Sit down."

The girl crossed her arms across her middle and narrowed her eyes in what, Sasuke was sure, was the universal symbol of feminine ire.

Sasuke pointedly looked at the chair. She glared.

"Before you no doubt go into your scathing assessment of my character, why don't you sit down and tell me your name?"

That seemed to put her off balance a bit as she loosened her arms and said, "I've no doubt what I say will be true."

She walked towards the chair, the click click click of her heels entrancing Sasuke as he looked at her and in fact, found out that her hair is quite pink now that the light was good. He also found out that her skin was porcelain, her lips almost the color of her hair, only lighter and that she was wearing a dark dress that contrasted her skin and showed off the vivid green of her eyes.

When she finally sat down, she crossed her arms once again.

"I am Haruno Sakura," she said defiantly then she pursed her lips.

"Hn."

Sakura wanted to punch him for his calm. And the man had the nerve to smirk because he probably knew it too.

"How could you," she started, "I can't marry you. I don't love you. I don't even know you!"

Sasuke sighed.

"I know that."

"Then why?"

"There really was no choice Ms. Haruno, your company was in a deplorable state."

"And you took advantage of the situation," she all but yelled.

"Ms. HAruno," he replied, a bit exasperated, "I only consented because my father seemed to think that this business venture would turn out to be ...fruitful."

"And he needs an heir!"

"True," Sasuke consented.

Sakura glared at him. "By god, why me?"

Sasuke shrugged. "You were available." And because you're a young, healthy female who could carry the Uchiha heir of the next generation, he added in his mind but decided not to speak.

"And your father just picked me out? I refuse to be part of this indignity!"

Sasuke once again sighed. "Frankly, you have no choice."

And she didn't, unless she wanted her father to lose the company he so lovingly reared. Sakura looked at him stormily and narrowed her eyes a bit more.

"Just like you."

He didn't deny it. "Arrogant jerk," she murmured. Her eyes looked so stormy and her cheeks, he could determine, were a bit flushed that she looked so lovely.

Before he could stop himself-or think, really-, he blurted out, "with that cleared out, would you like some coffee?"

She gaped at him. Then she blinked.

Sasuke blinked too because, what was that?

She slowly said, with every word intended to go for the kill, "Go. To. Hell."

A week later the ceremony was held at the Uchiha mansion.

Sasuke looked bored, Sakura looked ready to kill but overall it was fine.

Sakura didn't stab him with their cake knife and his father looked alarmingly pleased so yes, all was well.

He had some arguments with his father about it. He could remember in detail his father's words to him every time they talked about Sasuke's apparent disregard of his marital state- or lack of.

"For god's sake Sasuke, find a suitable bride and marry already!"

His father always said this and he would reply rather crossly, "I'm young, father, I've got a whole life ahead of me and a marriage would...ah...keep me shackled."

"Is that why you didn't marry…never mind. You need a woman in your life, one who will bring you…joy."

Sasuke would then look at his father seriously.

"…the joy I never really had."

Sasuke would flinch. It was just like his father to give him this huge guilt trip. How could he give his father any more heartbreak? And then they would both sigh and his father's eyes would harden a bit.

"I won't live forever Sasuke and I want to see my grandchildren so you better give me one."

And on that happy note, their conversations ended.

At the end of the day, when the guests were leaving and they were almost alone, he looked at his new bride and determined that those glances and grips were not of rage but a genuine alarm.

"What are you so afraid of?"

She looked at him like she wasn't sure he asked the question but she replied.

"You don't understand, I...I'm compromising all of my principles and I...I don't know you," she said a bit hysterically as she looked at him with panic building in her green, green eyes.

He sought to tell her something but frankly, what could he tell her? They were married and whether they like it or not, their lives were entwined. Above all, they were strangers.

So he chose to stay silent.

She swallowed and hoped everything would be fine.

AN:so, how was it? I have a general idea of how this will go on...

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