In the Palm of my Hands [Under Construction]

3. The Royal Wedding

New chappie!

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In the Palm of My Hands

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Acorralada

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'Ever since I met you, I've been waiting for the snow to fall.' - Van Velzen, 'When Summer Ends'

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Red wine was spilled everywhere on the ground and Sakura forgot how to breathe.

'OhmyGod! I've-just-broken-a-bottle-that-cost-more-than-thousand-dollors-and-besides-that-Sasuke-was-going-to-use-it-for-his-wedding-day-AAAAAH!' Sakura had put her hands on her face, staring at the now worthless broken bottle.

The strong smell of quality wine reached her nose, as she saw how the beautiful white-with-gold etiquette of the bottle, slowly turned red.

'What have I done?!' She thought helplessly. Not moving at all, her eyes set on the ground when she suddenly remembered that there was another person more in that caller.

In the corner of her eye, she could see the motionless body of her master. She thanked herself that she forced herself to keep looking down, as she now couldn't see his face.

And she was glad, because she just could not imagine how his facial expression would be.

But… as safe as she felt for now, she couldn't stay in that position forever. There comes a time that she had to look up.

A moment of complete utter silence went by. A cold eerie feeling crept up her body when she heard Sasuke sigh.

It was a strangled, angry, half controlled sigh.

She swallowed, hard, it was loud and you could clearly hear it in the quiet caller.

'C'mon Sakura, look up, right in his face. Tell him you're sorry then resign yourself from this job before he harshly fires you.

- Oh, shit. He's so going to fire me!'

Her gaze went up to her boss. Finding his eyes closed, eyebrows knit together, signing that he was pissed off.

"M-Mr-"

"Don't." He said, with a tone that you just could hear he was trying to control himself from snapping with every nerve in his body.

"B-but, M-Mr. Uchiha, I'm-"

"I said, don't. Before…" He trailed off, leaving a scary threat in the air.

Sakura could see that he had turned his knuckles into the color ivory, clenching them to keep his rage in check.

He'd be damned if he would kill a woman for a bottle of wine.

Not just any wine… Fugaku's wine.

"Fuck!" Sasuke said then turned, walking back to door and sat down.

He closed his eyes, clasping his hands in each other and rested them against his lips.

He took in an amount of oxygen through his nose, calming his nerves.

"Mr. Uchiha, I'm so sor-"

"Quiet." He interrupted her harshly again, not even opening his eyes. "Don't talk to me."

Sakura took that warning to her heart, and then walked back to where she was sitting the whole time, leaving the expensive broken bottle on the ground.