You Called, Master?

Summary: Sasuke Uchiha is the son of a multi-millionaire owner of a large corporation, and his personal servant, Sakura Haruno, is the only daughter of their subordinate company's manager. He's the most demanding and temperamental master any servant could have – and in Sakura's case, her worst nightmare. Now his family's business had been overtaken by Sakura's and the tables are turned.

A/N: I am getting addicted to the SasuSaku pairing. So here's a fic dedicated to it! Oh, and please see the A/N below for a very important announcement (but not before you read this chapter!).

Me don't own Naruto )':

Enjoy (:

- Attitude Much? -

"You called, Master?"

Sasuke looked up from his wristwatch – there stood Sakura on the doorway, her disheveled hair put up in a hurried bun, her apron twisted sideways and a red spot staining her left cheek. She was slightly flushed, mainly because she ran two flights of stairs from the kitchen to his room. Soft pants escaped sporadically from her rosy and full lips, and her viridian eyes sparkled a little.

Sasuke sat up straight on his bed and looked disapprovingly at Sakura's messy appearance. "You're late, Sakura. And you look like you ran through a storm."

"I'm sorry, Master. I was busy in the kitchen." Sakura apologized sheepishly.

"Well, I want you to make me a cappuccino." He ordered, standing up to approach the rosette. He wiped the ketchup from her cheek and made a 'tsk'ing sound. Sakura quickly produced a handkerchief and removed the stain from his fingers.

"Sasuke-sama, I am currently in the middle of cooking your meal. Do you want me to send someone else for your cappuccino?" She suggested.

"No, I want you to do it, whether you're busy or not. Understood?" He rejected her offer.

Sakura sighed tiredly and nodded her head. She was surprised though when she saw the look Sasuke was giving her.

"You sighed?" Sasuke demanded, glaring viciously at the pink-haired maid.

She quickly shook her head and said, "No, Master. I'll go get your coffee at once." She turned to leave but Sasuke's sudden grip on her wrist stopped her.

"I wasn't done talking," he scowled. "I want my cappuccino extra-sweetened, and less froth. I also want those little bits of chocolate sprinkled at the top."

She bowed and left silently.

Sasuke, however, remained on his spot on the floor. He rubbed his fingers and reminisced the feel of Sakura's silky cheek.

"Aa, Sakura… You've grown indeed."

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"That Sasuke always makes my life miserable – not to mention hectic," the pretty 16-year-old grumbled as she marched back towards the kitchen. "I've been serving him for five years – I'm surprised he hasn't broken one of my bones…"

"Hn, talking to yourself, Sakura-chan?"

She quickly whipped her head towards the source of the voice and found herself staring at onyx orbs. "Itachi-sama?"

"I told you to drop the honorific, didn't I?" Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's calm and reasonable older brother, reminded her. He examined her for a moment, then straightened her apron and let her hair loose.

"There," he said, eyeing Sakura's transformation with approval. Her slightly curly hair now rested on her shoulders, and a pretty blush dusted her cheeks. "That's the Sakura I've grown to love."

She grew scarlet from his words, and then stood on her toes to peck his cheek. "Thanks, Tachi-kun."

He smiled softly, then ruffled her hair a bit. "It was nothing, Saki-chan. Now what does my brother want this time?"

"A cappuccino. Now if you'll excuse me I'll have to make a cup of sweetened coffee while I go check if the food has been burned." She darted past Itachi and made her way towards the kitchen where, to her relief, she saw someone else tending to the cuisine.

"Naruto!" She called, smiling broadly at the blond. Naruto Uzumaki was Sasuke's personal driver and his best friend as well. She was surprised that the obnoxious, cheery blonde got along pretty well with Sasuke, considering his brooding and stuck-up attitude.

She dashed to the coffee blender and stuck a few ingredients inside it. "Thanks for looking after the meal, Naruto-kun."

"My pleasure, Sakura-chan!" He smiled and draped his arm on her shoulder.

She gently slapped his hand away and laughed. "Naruto… Go check on the food instead of flirting. Besides, I have to deliver this to Sasuke right now!"

Naruto bristled a bit, appearing pissed. "Oh, that Teme! Always demanding things, especially from you, Sakura-chan!" He complained.

"Now, now, Naruto, that's your best friend we're talking about. No need to say anything nasty about him, is there?" She chided as she waited for the coffee-maker to finish its work.

"But Sakura-chan, you always defend Sasuke-teme whenever I say anything about him. What, you like him better than me?" the blonde ranted as he stirred on the soup.

The rosette grabbed the cup and pinched Naruto's cheek. "Whoever said anything about liking? He never lets me have a day-off. See you, Naruto-kun!"

On the way back to Sasuke's room Sakura passed by Hinata, another maid in the Uchiha residence.

"Good morning, Hinata-chan," Sakura greeted.

"G-good morning, S-Sakura-chan," the girl stuttered. Hinata Hyuuga was a new maid, and has a very shy personality. She had long, dark purple hair that reached her waist, pretty ivory eyes, and a blush always adorned her cheeks. She was known for her stuttering habit, although Sakura was convinced this was because of her timidity rather that a speech impediment. She also has a massive crush on the idiotic Naruto, and either is speechless or faint whenever she sees him.

"S-Sakura-chan h-have you seen N-Naruto-kun?" she inquired, twirling her index fingers as she spoke.

Sakura was surprised; Hinata can barely speak to Naruto, or to go near him at the least. She grinned and answered, "If you're looking for that baka he's at the kitchen."

The Hyuuga smiled softly and bowed, making her exit but not before thanking her.

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As Sakura made her way up the stairs she recollected a memory from a few years ago.

~Flashback (Seven years ago)~

"Oh, Fugaku, it's nice to see you again," Seishin Haruno shook his companion's hand, while his nine-year-old daughter hid behind him.

"Same here, Seishin," Fugaku Uchiha greeted. Beside him stood a small boy with raven hair and matching eyes, about the same age as the girl. He eyed the rosette with curiosity, then approached her.

"Hey," he called to her.

Sakura whipped her head towards the voice. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. Why's your hair pink?" he questioned bluntly. "Pink hair is weird."

To his surprise she beamed, without any trace of hurt or upset on her face or voice. "My mom had pink hair, and I think pink hair is really rare, so it's pretty special!"

He was taken aback; no one else had smiled at him before except his mother. Not even his brother spared him a grin. But this girl… This girl was entirely different; her smile shone like the sun, melting a cold spot in his heart he never knew that existed.

A fine speck of pink tinted his cheeks before he asked, "What's your name?"

"Sakura Haruno."

Sakura. The cherry blossom flower. He should've known. Her name suited her perfectly, the soft light crimson hue of her long, flowing hair and the rosy-white complexion of her skin.

"What about you? What's your name?" She inquired, tilting her head slightly as she assessed his features.

"Sasuke Uchiha."

All of a sudden she let out a bark of laughter which startled him. He looked at her quizzically.

"Your… Your hair… Looks like a chicken's butt !" She managed to say in-between giggles. She wiped tears from her eyes as a small pout formed on the boy's lips.

"I don't have chicken-butt hair! At least my hair's not pink!" He retorted, his blush returning full-on. The two children had continued their teasing and laughter until their fathers had to go home.

"Bye, Sasuke-kun! I really had a nice time!" Sakura waved to the captivated lad as her father led her away.

~End Flashback~

And two years after that he hired me as his personal slave. Oh, how exciting, Sakura spoke to herself.

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Knock, knock.

"Who is it?" Sasuke's cool voice flowed through the door as Sakura stood outside, carrying his freshly brewed coffee.

"It's me, Sakura."

He opened the door and noticed the change in her appearance. "What happened to the Messy Sakura?" He asked, eyeing her wavy rose-colored hair with curiosity.

"She got fixed by Itachi-sama," She replied, setting the hot mug on a table nearby.

"It doesn't suit you. You look uglier than before." He criticized harshly.

A wounded expression flashed through her jade hues as Sasuke's words struck through her heart like a dagger. Tears prickled the corners of her eyes but she willed them away. She just stood still, biting her lower lip.

"I… I understand. Do... do you want me to fix my hair in a bun everyday, Sasuke-sama?" She inquired uncertainly, her voice minimizing into a whisper.

"Do whatever you wish. That is not of my concern." The brunette ignored his maid's hurt façade. The said girl just bowed respectfully and left abruptly without another word.

After the sound of Sakura's footsteps had faded away Sasuke ran a hand through his smooth hair and sighed.

"Sasuke Uchiha, you are a complete bastard."

A/N: Okay, I've got some good news and bad news – I'll start with the bad news.

Bad news… One word: College. I am currently enrolled in a scholarship in another country and so I am inclined to focus on my studies (that means no Internet until school has ended) and I am sad to say that this is the last chapter I am making. I am thanking those who greatly appreciated my works, especially those who reviewed consistently on my other fic A Thief Captured. Once again, I am saying goodbye to FanFiction (and to the rest of you) for at least a year from now. )':

But the good news is that my stories won't be abandoned! My fics will be in care of my sister Momo (some of you might have read a couple of her works via my account, and some of you might have known her already) who is perfectly capable of finishing my stories, as she is my unmentioned co-author. Most of ATC's chapter ideas came from her. Moreover, she will also be in charge of my profile here in FanFiction and everything associated with my online life. (Including my Facebook and Twitter Account! :O )

Also, I'm putting up a review goal for this chapter – 10 reviews. When I reach that then Momo will definitely update. The second chapter's already done and the rest lies whether you click that tiny button there or not. It won't hurt to leave a comment, will it? Constructive criticism and/or suggestions are especially welcome.

Sorry for the extremely long A/N but this absolutely describes my situation. Momo is a very competent author and I don't think the quality of my stories will change in her supervision. Oh, and my Beta Reader profile will not be put on hiatus.

Adieu for now,

~.Konan-sama (Rhazel).~