sasusaku: book of oneshots

Sakura the Seamstress Pt. 1

This story is told in Sasuke's point of view. I deleted the other story because it was honestly crap, lol, so I decided to give a better story today. 1k+ words, enjoy!!

"Sasu-cakes! You need to get that suit fixed before Naruto's engagement party!"

"For the last time, Mother, can't you just fix it for me?"

"And I'll tell you for the last time! I told you that I'm not that good a seamstress, so you're going to have to get it fixed. There's actually a lovely seamstress that I've gone to a few times before, and the lady there is a wonderful woman!"

"Hn. Fine, I'll get my suit fixed by this woman."

"Sakura."

"What?"

"Her name is Sakura."

Oh boy. That sounds like an old lady name tat belongs to a grandma that would pinch my cheeks.

"Go on, Sasu-cakes. She'll gladly fix it right it right then as there if you explain the situation."

I sighed. "Yes, Mother."

I get in my car with my suit hanging in the back. Next I get on my phone, type in the address of "Sakura's" place, and start driving. After a 30 minute drive, I pull into the driveway of a medium-ish sort of studio. It was pretty nice, and the garden with all the flowers could rival Mother's. Yep, definitely a grandma.

I get out of the car, noticing that there were plenty of cars. I then get my suit from the back and walk in, making the bells on the door tinkle a sweet, melodious, sound. I inspect the place. The colour of the walls were a periwinkle, and the furniture were modern style, just black and white. Not bad taste for an old woman.

I inspect the dresses on the old-fashioned mannequins. They were indeed well-sewn, as well as designed. Only then did so notice the young women all staring at me, blushing. "Sasuke-kun! What're you doing here?" The red-head I hate popped out of nowhere.

"Hn, Karin. I should be asking you the same."

"Well," she attempted to bat her eyelashes, but she failed miserably. "I'm looking for a dress for my cousin's engagement party!"

"Hn." I ignored her and kept looking at the dresses. I felt the fabrics, and decided that they were fine quality. No wonder Mother comes here.

"Karin? Honey, come back here! I can't fit you into the the dress if you're missing." The voice didn't sound very frail. Is this Sakura not an old lady?

"Hai~" Karin winked at me before sashaying back to the large fitting room. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the other girls that were staring.

A few moments later, Karin squealed, "It's perfect! Now everyone will pay attention to only me!"

I heard a dry laugh. "Well, actually, Hinata-chan came over here for a dress too, so..." How does she know Hinata?

I heard them continue their small talk, about the wedding, shoes, dresses.

"Alrighty, let's get that wrapped up, and then pay up front!"

"Thank you soooo much! I love it, I love it, I love it!" The two voices got louder as they made their way up to the cash register. The girl with Karin still hadn't noticed me, and her face was away from me. But still, I could see that she was actually around my age! And she had pink hair. Pink hair. Pink. Hair. Who has pink hair?

"Oh, Sakura! You're so mean, you forgot about Sasuke-kun!"

"Now, now Karin. No need to be so bitchy. Here we go." She took the credit card from Karin and swiped it.

"I'll be going now. Bye Sakura, bye Sasuke-kun!" Thank Kami the witch is gone.

"Now, Sasuke, was it? I need you to wait just a little longer, okay? Thanks hon!" I blinked. She still hasn't turned to look at me, and now made herself busy checking the other girls out with their dresses. After 5 more minutes, she sighed and finally turned around.

My eyes opened a fraction, and I had a lump in my throat. Her green eyes contrasted her hair colour, making it pop. Her chin-length hair swayed gently. In short, she was exotically beautiful.

She laughed lightly. It sounded beautiful. "There's no need to be gaping at me."

I mentally shook my head and slapped myself. "Hn." I grunted.

"Definitely an Uchiha," she muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. What had Mikoto-san sent with you this time?"

I raised a brow. "Why are you on first name terms with my mother?"

"Oh," she said surprised. "I guess Mikoto-san doesn't talk too much about me."

"Who are you?"

She laughed again. "It's about time you ask. I, an Sakura Haruno. At your service!"

"Aa. And I'm Sa–"

"Sasuke Uchiha. I know. Mikoto-san and I talk about you from time to time. Sakura grinned mischievously. "Now come," she demanded, walking into the largest changing room. "We have work to do. And don't bring the other suit."

I walked into a simple cream-coloured room, with a few artists' stools, and a sort of small stage in the centre. "So, Sasuke," Sakura began. I loved the way she said my name. "What is the occasion? Naruto-kun and Hinata-chan's engagement party, right?"

I nodded. "Speak up!"

"Yes."

"Good. Is there any particular design you like? I would suggest the Italian, the skinnier pant legs, etc."

"Hn. Surprise me."

"Okay...Don't say so didn't warn you~" Sakura said in her singsong voice.

"Hn." I smirked.

"Now, get up, and strip to your underwear. I need the most precise measurements! It is my job not only for a customer and Mikoto-san, but I will make you look fabulous, darling!"

My eye twitched when he said "darling". She seems a little younger than I.

"Do I know you?" I asked after so had done what she'd said.

"Well, considering that we have the same friends, it's safe to say so," Sakura retorted, as she measured my ankles.

An hour later...

"Okay darling, I am done for now. I'll call you when the suit can be picked up." Sakura pinched my cheeks. I knew she's an old woman?

"Hn."