FF NaLu and SasuSaku

Part 2

"Veggies. Anything green." Obviously, Daddy-san is lying and it's not working either. "So that's why you two should conduct this 'date' of yours here, in my presence so that I can supervise the two of you. That way, you won't get a chance of hitting on her." Daddy-san said, shoving Sasuke's buttons harder, waiting for him to crack.

Too bad, Uchihas are patient too. "I planned for us to watch a movie or two on I-max." (7)

Scowling, Daddy-san counter-attacked. "We have a DVD player here. Sakura's not very picky when it comes to the place where she's watching."

"We would also walk around the Fountain Park."

"How about I walk the two of you around my humble abode, isn't that lovely? We have a nice garage."

Okay, Daddy-san is just being difficult and ridiculous. I guess he could be hard and ridiculous as well. "We'll go Skiing."

Daddy-san's eyebrows met one another. "That's insane! It's summer!"

"We could use one of my jets to fly to England or North Pole or somewhere where it snows to go skiing."

"You wouldn't! You can't possibly—"

Sasuke flashed him a cold taunting smirk. "I'm rich, remember?"

Kenji adjusted his eyeglasses and glared hard on Sasuke. "If you dare, I'll go tag along with you. I'm part of the package." He sounded so serious. Dead serious.

"That's not part of the deal, Haruno-san." Sasuke took out a piece of paper from his right pocket and unfolded it neatly, "I have a written contract. Or do you want my lawyers to go see this through?"

Damn! He's not just rich, he's smart too. "Fine." Daddy-san said grudgingly. "Let's stick with the I-max thing then." He looked at the clock. "What time to do you expect to bring her home? Sakura has a curfew."

"What time is her curfew?" Sasuke asked, pocketing the contract.

"Depends. What time do you expect this 'date' to end?"

Sasuke slightly looked perplexed. "I—"

But Daddy-san cut him off. "You don't know? It's okay. It's six thirty. Bring her home by seven. Okay?"

Unbelievable! This man won't stop. Sasuke glared at the older and tried to relax. This is, after all, Sakura's father. Relax. Breathe in. And out. In and out. Whatever Daddy-san is doing is starting to work now. Aside from Sasuke's aniki, Uchiha Itachi, who loves to tease him and make his live miserable, Daddy could pass on annoying the hell out of Sasuke's insides, just like Sakura. Hey, the apple does not fall far from the tree.

"Haruno-san, I—"

And again, using Daddy-san's power as Sakura's father, more like probably being older than him, he used this power to cut him off. "What's that?" he seemed to be glaring at it, faintly recognizing it's appearance in shock. "That—that thing sticking out of your pocket!" there was urgency to confirm whatever theory he has.

Sasuke, being the good boy that he is, looked at his right side pocket and took the small square red foil pack which seemed to dangling. His eyes widened in alert. What the hell? On that very same small square red foil pack he was holding in his hand, on its label, written in big and bright capital letters, it read:

FRISKY CONDOM

Strawberry flavor

(Caption): Congratulations! You picked out a good choice! Our bestseller! ENJOY!

Sasuke lowered his head to his side and cursed. That dobe! So that's why he was acting all weird and giggly before he left. He intentionally slipped this, this thing in his pocket. (Naruto: "Make a miracle, teme!") Sasuke made a note to hunt him down and peel the dobe's skin like an apple. He made sure that he'll give that blonde idiot an unbearable death. Must. KILL. DOBE!