Title: Hundred to one: introduction
Main Pairing: Sasuke + Sakura.
Side pairings: - none said for now.
Rate: Mature
Theme: - from the next chapter on.
Tags: College – Ooc – Art! – Foreign - Ocs
Prompts: Mama-goose-Mikoto, Fangirls, Sasuke's sacrifices in name of love (For Sakura), Obito's childish and trickster self equipped with his gas-guzzler, and a nuzzle.
Summary: Karin couldn't believe what she was seeing. Sasuke was there, yes, seemingly even more gorgeous, if that was possible, but they had yet to see his face. Why? Because he had it buried in the pink haired girl's neck. SasuSaku.

Disclaimer: Kishimoto-baka owns.

A/N: Where did the idea for this story came from? I don't really know myself. All I do know is that I had it in mind after a nonsense conversation with some friends, so I blame this on too much time spent with them. It wasn't meant to be a complex or substantial one, actually is pretty much based on a nonsense plot from the beginning, but from the way my ideas for it are going, it's going to be pretty deep from one point on. This Fic was more for me to come back to my writing, since it's been a while and because I'm at a kind of messy state of spirit at the moment, so I was going to use this one as an exercise, so I could concentrate on my other better elaborated ideas later on. But I happened to get rather attached to it, so I will take it more serious than I planned to. If this one comes out good, then it's a sweet score!

+ Hundred to one: introduction

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A raven haired man sat with his back reclined on the comfortable royal blue chair while looking almost dully at the movie that was playing on the little screen in front of him, supported by the end of the armrest by his side.

"Excuse me, Sir?" a brunette flight attendant said with a shy blush from his left side, motioning for the strawberry frappe and a cup of peanuts on her cart. "Would you like for me to bring it later?" she whispered in her meek voice, glancing at his companion.

He turned to his side to find the pink haired girl sleeping, lying comfortably on her side on her bed-seat, clutching the light blue blanket up to her chin and holding his right hand to her chest under the flannel with the other. Glancing back at the older woman again, "Leave the peanuts and I'll ask for the frappe later again" he whispered even softer.

She nodded and left the cup with peanuts on the table at the end of the junction of both seats' armrests.

He turned again to look at the peacefully sleeping girl beside him, taking in her angelic features. After staring at her with soft onyx eyes he bent down, leaning forward, and kissed her temple, brushing a few strands of her soft pastel pink hair with his free hand before leaning back on his seat and returning the minimum of his attention back to the movie.

Really, convince him to watch Hairspray, and not to change to another movie even if the interested and insistent party surrendered to sleep so he could tell her about it later, was something only his girlfriend could attain.

And sleep she did.

Manhattan, NYC, USA.

Summer, 22nd July.

03:05 pm

An elderly woman with very light gray, almost white, hair that reached her shoulders and was pulled in two pig tails by her sides paced in front of a zebra wooded door. She was wearing a salmon shirt, beige Capri that reached passes her knees, a blue apron tied around her chubby waist and her usual light brown beret on her head. The apron would have been removed before she left the kitchen, if she wasn't in haste to prevent her mistress from being late.

She raised a hand to fix her black rounded glasses, an agitated habit; her worried dark brown eyes didn't turn from the door for too long. In middle of her frenzied dilemma, she missed the sound of footsteps on the designed wooden floor, causing her to jump with a strangled gasp in her weary raspy voice when two arms encircled around her from behind in an embrace.

"Wow, Sanshou-baa, calm down, it's me!" she recognized the male voice instantly and relaxed, turning after being released from the hold to find a man with short spiky raven hair in his late thirties grinning boyishly at her.

"Obito-chan! I'm too old to take this scares!" she chided, but didn't lose her warm tone for the man.

"Well, you were lurking here without destination for the two minutes I've waited to be noticed…" he said with a shrug, ending with a mild pout for being ignored.

This brought the old woman's attention back to the door. She had been pacing that hall area for the last ten minutes, thinking if she should interrupt her mistress, who had entered the room to make an important call, or not… It was almost time for the woman's appointment and she wasn't even sure if she was ready.

"Is Mikoto inside?" Obito asked, interrupting her thoughts, while pointing at the wooden door.

She turned her head to look at him and nodded, with a worried look in her tiny eyes, hoping that he would be of attendance. "Y-yes, Obito-chan. She said she had to make this very important call and I didn't know if I should interru-" she stopped when the man simply opened the door that had been challenging her for ten whole minutes and walked in, leaving her there, baffled at his simple movement but then proceeded to stumbled in, focused on pulling him out.

The room had walls made of Fruitwood, an antique Persian Sarouk Farahan lying on the shiny wooden floor. At the bottom of the room, in front of the window doors that opened to the balcony, was an ancient mahogany wooden desk with handmade aligned designs around the border. On one side wall stood a tall and large mahogany book shelves covering an entire side of a wall. Across from the desk were three comfortable looking back chairs with thick boxed seat and back cushion, scaled down wings, flared arms and exposed tapered front legs. On the corner of the room, to the side of the door were two love seats, a couch and a coffee table at the center. Against the side wall stood a mahogany chest with some exquisite souvenirs decorating the top.

Sitting behind the desk, was the figure of Mikoto Uchiha, outlined by the light coming from the windows. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, cream blouse and black leather pumps.

Once and still a praised topmodel, was now a very respected and famous fashion stylist, owner of a high scale model agency called Elite and editor-chief from the popular and esteemed chain of fashion magazines: Runway and Beautiqe.

"Damien, we have it booked already! Tell Lisa that! Marika should be arriving there soon, but fix this!" she yelled at the phone.

Although it wasn't something new to him, Obito had a grim expression due to the woman's yells as he walked forward and sat in one of the black velvet chesterfield armchairs situated in front of the table, fixing the stressed woman with a pointed look while tapping his wristwatch.

"Obito-chan! We should wait outside! Mikoto-chan is very busy at the-" Sanshou half whispered half hissed from behind the rug, attempting to pull him by the arm.

He snorted "You always spoil her so much… If it was me, you would have entered without any hesitation"

"Obito-chan, this is not the time!"

"So tell Carmen that she needs to make another appointment next week! I can't be there anytime they like! And tell Isaac that I will see to the substitution and will return the call when I find a suitable one." She stood up, motioning for Obito to stand, and started to fix her purse on the table with one hand, holding the phone to her ear with her other one. "Yes. Tell Joicy that she has to eat, have Kimberly to see her." She said, holding her purse by the handle and making her way to the door, followed by Obito and Sanshou. "Damien, I have to go now. I call you later to know how it went, bye." She said, ending the call and making her way down the long hallway before going down the dark wooden stairs "Sorry, Obito. Do you think we will be late to get him?" she asked without turning to the man that was following her down the steps, behind the older woman.

"No, its fine. We might be just a little, but we never know how late the flight can be…" he answered with a shrug when the three of them entered the main living room.

They headed to the front door, only to stop at the sight of two girls waiting in the entrance hall. One had short brown hair and brown eyes, the other had long red hair past her mid-waist and red eyes, behind black brimmed glasses. The first was wearing a ruffled blue blouse with a V-neck; mini denim skirt that reached her mid-tight and white heels, the last one wore a female dark blue suit, micro black skirt and black heels.

"Matsuri and Karin? What a surprise." Obito said dryly, not even blinking at the girls. The girls didn't need to have repeated they would go with them every time their families met.

"We are here as agreed!" Karin, the red head, announced.

Obito leaned closer to Mikoto, "I have no memory of that" he whispered.

"YOU-"

"Karin, don't scream in my house." Mikoto chided, for the nth time. The girl looked away with a frown.

Matsuri, the brunette, opened her mouth to speak instead of her friend then, "So –"

"And you both are late!" Karin complained, glaring at Obito.

Matsuri seeing the older man about to snap at the red head girl, decided to change their attention to the matter. "Aren't we going?"

"We are" Obito emphasized, pointing at himself and the raven haired woman, giving the brunette a flat look.

"Please, take us! We have to go! We have to see him!", Matsuri squealed pleadingly, being chorused by Karin. Both weren't able to think about anything else, but the events of the day.

Mikoto sighed, not surprise either. She knew that the two girls would just keep insisting and delaying her even more. "Ok, let's go then…" she answered, just as the dark haired man was about to have his fun with the girls' plead and ignored his look as she headed out of the apartment's door. She didn't care, as long as they moved.

"Mikoto-chan! Tell Sasu-chan that I'll do his favorites!" Sanshou pleaded her with a warm smile at the woman, who smiled back while heading to the elevator after the others as the black eyed man held the door opened for her.

"Of course, Sanshou-baa. He will be here soon!" Mikoto answered cheerily, before entering the vertical transport.

.:*:.

"Why don't you ask for the employees to bring the car here?" asked Karin, who was applying and retouching her make-up while looking at the small portable mirror in her hand, glancing in front of her so she could follow them down the enormous garage, after Obito's car.

"Oh, Karin, a little walk is always good for those who can walk; and for many other reasons too, of course. After all, my experience with women tells me that calories and cellulites are never worries out of circulation for most of them and-"

"What are you insinuating?!" she screeched.

He snorted, glancing at Mikoto who was hiding her snickers behind her hand, "That we walk to my car." He simply said. Normally he loved to tease those girls, but the knowledge that they would be in the car for the entire ride, considering the normal distance plus the traffic, took all the fun away. Although there were things that sometimes just slipped out. "You putting make-up is pointless, Karin." He said looking over his shoulder and meeting her glare, knowing the other girl had a frown on her face in defense of her friend – even if he was sure she just wanted to laugh – and he also could feel his in-law's wary, all expecting some insult coming from him. He almost rolled his onyx eyes at the reactions. "We will be a while in the car; it can get hot since we never know what the weather will be like in a few minutes in this city. There's traffic on the way." He said, turning his head to look forward, fastening his pace as they got near to his black and white 1987 Chevrolet K5 Blazer.

"You can turn the air conditioner on" she retorted.

"There's no such a thing in my car" he coolly answered, able to picture their shock by the gasps from the two.

He approached the car, sticking the keys in and turning it to unlock the doors before opening the driver's door. He opened the back door beside him to make space through the little mess his sons have left there. He placed the football ball on the floor, followed by the sticker albums and RPG stuff. He was aware of Mikoto entering the passenger's seat when he heard a loud gasp and a pitch screech, followed by "Please, tell me this is a low joke". He sighed, straightening himself out of the car to find the two girls frozen on their place, while looking with a shock that was soon to be dismay at him and at the car, which in his opinion, didn't deserve such mistreatment.

"Is thi-this… your car, Obito?" Matsuri uneasily asked. They knew not to expect the newest vehicle on the market, even less a personal fabricated one. They were accepting to put up with such terms all in benefit to see their dreamy Sasuke-kun.

"Proudly" he said, giving them a wry grin before turning to step in the driver's seat. "It's more than fine if you want to stay." He called out, inwardly cheering for them to run away from the "outrageous" model of transportation, but groaned in disappointment when he heard the two back doors open, much to Mikoto's half amusement and half annoyance, due to her wish to be gone already. "Aha, I see that you two are being big girls and decided to befriend the car like adults do" he said in a mocking tone, as if they were less than five years old. Or just plain normal people, for that matter, he left unsaid. The answer for his words came in form of glares and shrieks, giving him all the evidence he needed to activate his ignoring mode while he proceeded to start the car and make his way out of the garage unperturbed.

"Sasuke will surely have a surprise…" he said, making a turn to drive down the street. Mikoto nodded while looking through the rear-view mirror at the last minute additions. "I'm just not so sure if will be a good one…" he drawled with a chuckle, seeing the woman beside him shakes her head with a giggle.

John F. Kennedy International Airport (JFK)

04:40 pm

Obito released a deep sigh when he finally reached the parking lot from the gigantic airport; having endured with the three women's complaining havoc for the entire route. Firstly being about his precious classic model of car, which isn't surprising since it was always a reason for complain from the female team of the family. His daughter was the only one that stuck with him, since his wife, Rin, had already thrown hints of dissatisfaction at him, seeming much disesteemed over the matter in question, sounding like it was just a matter of time for her to start her round to pester him to "get rid of it".

To complete the situation, it had started to rain few minutes after they left the house. This was normal for this time of the year in New York City. It was contrasted by sunny and heating days to pouring rain, leaving one easily open for flu's viruses. At the moment, it wasn't raining as hard as it could but the force of the wind wasn't any relief.

The moment he parked the car, the three jumped out, still nagging. He would never fancy having men as company instead of women, no matter how much he enjoyed hanging out with his own gender. He simply didn't have any deficit in connecting with the opposite one, being actually very comfortable while doing so, and liking it. But he didn't like it now. It wasn't hard to understand him though, considering he was in company of a nervous-rack-super-mother-goose-mode Mikoto, both in their way to pick her youngest – and most motherly pampered – son, Sasuke, who have been living abroad for 3 years. Just his luck. But that wasn't all, those two irritating preppy girls, Matsuri Ito and Karin Iguchi, daughters of friends of the family, would have been left behind if he could have helped. Sasuke would have been no impeachment on the matter – he was sure, most likely the opposite. His his sister-in-law, however, would, no matter how much she agreed with him, because he knew she did.

They were already on the designated floor, having taken the elevator, and were now passing by the many gates from different airlines. Some scarcely occupated, others were bustling with people, making it hard for them to pass through, having to dodge the cheerful embraces and apologizing – awkwardly - when stumbling over a sweetly entwined couple.

All the way the two girls have been just squealing and fixing themselves, making Obito groan when even with all the noise, distance and the soundly presence of unfamiliar languages, his ears managed to catch some things.

"Are you going to do it, Karin?"

"Of course, I won our deal!"

"Yeah, but only if he stills wants you after your first date. If he doesn't, then he is mine!"

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, what's-wha-WHATS THE NAME OF-" Mikoto started her series of squeaks, yelps and other high-pitching sounds stumbling nervously through the way, whirling around and yelling at an annoyed looking Obito, who interrupted her.

"British Airlines, Mikoto" was his coolly response.

"Oh!"

"Did you hear? British!"

"Ah, do you think Sasuke-kun have added some of British to him?"

- Pause -

"OH MY GOSH!" they chorused with a squeal.

After passing by a few more gates, they finally reached the British Airlines that wasn't very crowded since the arrival was timed to 04:07 pm, but there was still people coming out and some mingling around with their acquaintances while others waited to be picked up.

"Well, maybe he hasn't even come out yet" Obito said, while shooting the three females pointed looks.

"Let's just look for him" Mikoto said, ignoring her brother-in-law's comment, while searching for her son.

The two girls, that were still squealing, were walking in circles around the range, looking for their crush while gossiping with each other.

"HEY!" Karin yelled impolitely at a man that was dressed in a Jewish outfit who had accidently hit her shoulder while passing by her. He stumbled forward while whispering an excuse to the hysterical girl.

The two girls' vision of the place then was interrupted by the mass of Jew excursion. Karin saw a flash of pink through the gaps in-between the flow, on the other side of the large crowd. Thinking it was some fashion number, it attracted her attention, making her try to get another glimpse from it through the little intervals of people. Just when the crowd got finally scarcer, she found the pink easily, only to be abruptly frozen on her spot by the sight. Matsuri looked at her friend, that didn't move a step even when all the Jew pack had cleared out. "I've found him" she eeped, seemingly from lack of air.

Matsuri squealed and turned to scream to the others, not noticing the reason for her friend's utter shock. "He is here!"

Obito and Mikoto made their way to them, the latter smiling excitedly. "Where? Where is he?" she urged, looking frantically around.

Karin gulped, "With Pink…" she answered stiffly.

"What?" Mikoto asked, confused, frowning at the girl, and turning to Obito only to find him staring at something with a big grin forming on his face. She then turned, also noting the shock on the brunette's face, to the direction they were looking – scratch – gawking at. It took a few instants, but she did found him, and her surprise wasn't missed.

Karin couldn't believe what she was seeing. Sasuke was there, yes, seemingly even more gorgeous, if that was possible, but they had yet to see his face. Why? Because he had it buried on the pink haired girl's neck, her hair covering it a little. Basically you could see the shock of his unmistakable spiky raven hair at the back of his head, and some of the pale skin from his cheek and neck, which was arched accordingly to accommodate the position.

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Afternotes:

Other than the flight attendant, the names mentioned by Mikoto while on the phone and the tourist excursion, there are no Ocs' in this chapter. Sanshou is a character from Naruto's filler episodes.

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I hope no one felt offended by the "Jew pack" term, because that's all that is. Originated from "group" – of what? – "Jew" and changed to fit better and don't sound so stiff in the context, not wanting to be repetitive with "Jew excursion". I can't see anything offensive about it, but since religion and such are sometimes sensitive subject for some people, I'm already leaving it said and clear that's not the intention and I have nothing against Jew, being friends with a few myself.

On a curious note, I was actually going to write a Japanese excursion because theirs are usually the largest in number, also because they don't seem to separate much from one another, but I didn't because of the story, since I don't know where the Japan is going to stand in the story, and I was going for something new.

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I'm going to be practical like dad taught me:

If you liked it, is giving it a thought and wish the story to continue - review. This is my first real published story and I've been hesitant as hell to let it out, so some motivation would help on that.

If it didnt pleased you, nor gave you any curiosity for it to continue - well, heh. shit. right?

But if you are in-between and want to leave some contructive words - it's also welcomed!