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summary Haruno Sakura has so very many ways on how to break up with her boyfriend. Say for example this certain special way. Be sarcastic. Because come on, this is the best way evaarr. "And you know how they call a jealous Uchiha Sasuke? They call him . . ." Find out.

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When you are in love, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into.

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If you are an executive's secretary, and your boyfriend's the son of the owner of the competing company . . .

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The breakup situation.

Aggressive olive eyes stared impassively into an equally unemotional pair of onyx-coloured eyes. There was a lack of annoyance and resentment in both pairs of eyes.

"Sasuke-kun," started the owner of the olive eyes, who sported shoulder-length pink hair and cute button of a nose, "do you know what people call a woman whose boyfriend knocked her boss out?"

Without caution, she dabbed on her boyfriend's bruised face with the ice pack. She ignored the man's cringe. Despite the twist on the young man's face, heavy eyelids covered his dark, staring orbs.

"They call her Sakura," answered the young man. His eyes snapped open when she dabbed a little bit too hard on his bruise. However, he noticed the slight tic on the pink-haired woman's lips, which were set on a straight line.

Haruno Sakura shook her head ever so slowly. She opened her pursed lips and said, "No, Sasuke-kun. You are mistaken."

There was an unquestionable sweetness in the woman's tone—it was almost too sweet to be true. It was almost sarcastic. Uchiha Sasuke frowned as Sakura finally handed him the icepack for him to tend to his bruised cheek on his own.

"What, then?" he asked.

Sakura stood up from the couch they were sitting on and straightened herself, looking down at her boyfriend. "They call her Unemployed," explained Sakura. There was a deep bite in her tone—that in itself was apparent.

"Tch."

There was another tic on the woman's lips. "And you know what they call the boyfriend who knocked the breath out of the Unemployed's boss?" continued the pink-haired woman, as she walked over to his coat hanger by the door and got her apparel.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed. There was something in her question.

". . . What?"

Sakura buttoned her coat down and, after doing so, glared at the man who was still daubing his face with the icepack. She glared at him with ferocious and callous green eyes.

"They call him . . . Single."

Apparently, that was the best way to break up with a boyfriend of six years. For one Haruno Sakura, that was.

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The breakup solution.

Uchiha Sasuke had gone to the point of asking help from his father. And brother. And mother.

Haruno Sakura sat one one of the seats in front of the table of Uchiha Itachi as the latter laughed. "I heard about your breakup with my foolish little brother."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "He was impulsive, like always," she said with a sigh. With another sigh, she smiled. "I'm thankful anyway, because despite me breaking up with him, he gave me a new job."

Itachi shook his head, amused. "Aren't you planning on mending things with him? I mean, I know my foolish little brother so much. I know he didn't mean what he did."

Pink lips pursed into a thin, straight line. The owner's eyes narrowed, staring off into space, while saying, "I don't think he didn't mean it at all. I was quite certain he did that on purpose."

The older man laughed for a short while before shrugging his shoulders. "Anyway, did you know that I was able to force the story of your breakup out of Sasuke? I almost died of oxygen deprivation after hearing your way of breaking up."

Sakura was nonchalant. She shrugged a shoulder. "He deserved it."

There was a short while of silence. What Sakura could only hear was the soft humming of the air conditioner standing in one corner of the office.

"Do you know how people call the ex-boyfriend of the Unemployed?" asked Itachi, a playful smile on his lips. He twirled his fountain pen in between his fingers as he watched the transition of Sakura's expression from that of nonchalance to that of smugness.

"Heartbroken," answered Sakura.

"Wrong," said the man. An impish smirk curved his lips further. "Do you have any other answer?"

When Sakura shook her head, Itachi continued, "They call him Uchiha Sasuke."

Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"My foolish little brother, Sakura, acted out of instinct," Itachi stated. He set his pen on his table with a loud tap. "His instincts told him he was jealous."

The pink-haired woman blushed. "I know that, but that doesn't mean—"

"And you know how they call a jealous Uchiha Sasuke?" interfered Itachi. Sakura shook her head, so he continued, "They call him . . ."

Something seemed to have dropped in the pit of Sakura's stomach when Itachi said the next two words. A lump formed in her throat that inevitably hitched her breath.

". . . in love."

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"Sasuke-kun!"

". . . !"

She kissed him. Thank you, Sasuke-kun.

After all, she loved him.

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