In The Palm Of My Hands

Hate

'There is no sin in my body. I have not spoken that which is not true knowingly, nor have I done anything with a false heart.' I forgot…

Sigh. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. This has been the weirdest time of my life, yet if it didn't happen, I would be miserable and alone.

I should thank her, because if she didn't do the thing she did, then I never would've been at the place I am now.

Who is she, and where am I now, you ask? You'll find out later.

What I wanted to say and ask is; was this all meant to be? Was it destiny? Faith…? Or… pure coincidence? Was I there at the right time? At the right moment?

I guess I never know.

But what I do know is, that it happened. It actually happened. And for whatever the past was between them, it's over now.

All over.

And I know it.

Because I am Uchiha Sasuke and nobody messes with me!

No, just playing with you. I am Haruno Sakura, and I couldn't believe how my life turned out.

- Miami, Florida. United States of America.

Uchiha Mansion -

"Where exactly is my son?" Uchiha Fugaku asked some random butler, one of many they had.

"He's been on a little vacation on the yacht for about two weeks now, sir. That's what he said." The butler, who was beginning to have white hair here and there, replied politely.

"How can my son be so irresponsible and leave the company by itself without telling someone?" Fugaku stormed into their huge living room that was mostly made out of glass so you could have a nice view on half the city and half the ocean.

"Father, Sasuke's twenty-five years old. He's not a child. He's working in the company since he was eighteen. He knows what he's doing." Itachi responded calmly while taking a seat in their sofa.

"What if something goes wrong, huh? What if something happens? Who's there to take charge? To handle this? We are Uchihas, we have the authority. We can handle everything at every time and we're supposed to be there so people would know it." His father hissed back to him.

Fugaku dismissed the butler, for he is witnessing too much of their argue.

"Then if that's so, Sasuke doesn't have any problems. He is an Uchiha. He can, as you say, handle everything, at every time. So at the place he is, wherever he is, he probably knows exactly what's going down in the company." Itachi didn't even bother to look his father in the eye when he talked to him. Zapping the channels of their build-in flat screen indifferently, knowing very well how his father could be agitated about the stupidest things.

"Come on Fugaku. What is the chance of something happening with the company for two weeks? Sasuke has done a very well job with it for years and nothing has changed. In fact, we've done better business than when you were running the company." Mikoto passed her husband to accompany her son on the sofa.

"You never know what will happen. And by all means, care to explain what that statement of yours meant? I've done great business for years, and without me, that company wouldn't have become as successful as it is now. Sasuke only continued with what I was doing."

Fugaku grimaced. It wasn't like he wasn't proud of Sasuke. Because he was. But he just didn't want to let Sasuke get all the credit for something he helped rise from the ground.