~.~Uchiha Sasuke One Shot~.~

Uchiha Sasuke was pissed.

Well…..more pissed than he usually is. With his stoic expression, you would never be able to tell, but the icy cold glare that twisted his lips in distaste and narrowed his coal black eyes may hint that he is annoyed.

He sat on a stool at the bar in Konoha’s local club. His arms were crossed over his chest, fists clenching under his pale arms. His gaze was currently fixated on a woman, in her mid twenties.

She had black hair that was kept down, waving to her waist, looking as though she just climbed out of bed. Her eyes were a smoky gray, a little lighter than the Uchiha’s. They were almost exactly alike, besides that and hers were not cold, they were kind and always had a dazed look of lust in them.

She wore a tight, silk, red tank top that only reached her midriff, showing a patch of naturally tanned skin. Her bottoms were leather, the kind that hugged tightly. Lest Sasuke say that she had a very curvy body, all the right places, and a not-so-disappointing behind. Which effectively showed off with her pants.

Underneath the bar’s counter, he knew, she was wearing her favorite pair of black leather boots. She wore no makeup, save for some glossy lip balm that plumped her already-full lips.

Her name was Okada Yumi.

And she looked totally, irresistibly, drop-dead sexy.

Sasuke hated it.

After all, when the sexy woman close to him was his girlfriend, and sex-hungry men came along every single damned night, he didn’t want them drooling on, or even worse coming on to her.

Earlier today, while Sasuke had watched his lover get dressed from the corner of his bed, he had judged how many assholes he’d have to beat off tonight. He swears, since the very beginning she got this job, it had gotten worse.

Yumi, at first, had been very annoyed with having Sasuke there at her job every time she worked, claiming it was her “alone time.” Sasuke snorted. Pfft. Yeah, real alone. Anyways, so once the Uchiha heir had promised to pay for her to go to the spa for one day every week, she had let him go on with his protectiveness act.

After a while, she found it pretty sweet that her boyfriend of two years was being possessive and protective.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed, as a man about thirty years old walked up to Yumi, a ridiculous grin (trying to be sexy, Sasuke realized) on his unmarked face. He was oddly handsome, the Uchiha noted with anger as the man sat a few stools down from him, directly in front of Yumi.

Sasuke saw her smile, not a real smile like the ones she gave him, but an I-have-to-smile-no-matter-what-or-I’ll-be-fired type grin. The man obviously mistook t for flirting and offered to buy her a drink, probably sake.

Sasuke did not have to hear their conversation to know what the man was saying, he had seen it so many times before, and from Yumi’s stories, that he knew exactly what they were saying.

Just as he suspected, Yumi pulled out a bottle of the vile liquid, along with two glasses. Once done pouring, she raised her glass in a toast, then brought the glass to her lips. She “sipped some beer” (actually spitting the alcohol into the bottle) and smiled at the man.

Uchiha rolled his eyes as the man offered another. Dear Kami, did he honestly think he was going to get in her pants? Apparently so, since when Yumi turned around, the guy smacked her ass. With his impassive expression turning to one of pure rage, black eyes flashing red, the Uchiha stood up, balling his fists at his sides.

A growl slipping past his thinned-out lips, Sasuke started forward, intending to watch this guy leave limping.

But, unfortunately for the blood-thirsty man, his girlfriend sensed his chakra rising and shot him “the look.” You know, the look you get that says “I can handle it, stay calm, don’t bite.”

Sasuke lifted his lips in a snarl, clenching and unclenching his fists, but then Yumi shot one of her puppy dog faces, eyes widening and bottom lip jutting out slightly. Sasuke rolled his eyes, closing them. When he re-opened them, his eyes were back to their original color. With a defeated sigh, Sasuke sat back down, another icy glare present on his face.

He was surprisingly calm, since normally he would have beat the living shits out of that dirt bag. But he knew that what he would be getting later tonight was worth it. Well, as said, he was calm. Was. Past tense.

See, Sasuke had kept his eye on the man at the counter, who was swaying in his seat. Drunk. Well, the man had attempted to grab Yumi’s ass again, but she politely swatted his hand away, waving her finger, fake flirting.

Well, Mr. Drunk-Off-His-Ass had gone and done something that not even Yumi’s puppy dog face could stop Sasuke from beating this guy to a bloody pulp. He stood up, grabbed Yumi in a grip too strong from her to pull from, and crashed his lips on hers.

Now, being the calm, reasonable man he was, Sasuke stood with unbelievable grace, eyes switching to red immediately. When he reached the man, he tapped on his shoulder with forced restraint. The man looked over, annoyed.

“Yeah?” He slurred. Sasuke brought his fist back, and with ninja speed, he punched the guy, throwing him away from the bar, watched him scamper away, then nodded at his girlfriend and returned to his seat. Her eyes smoldered with lust, she found his possessiveness a big turn on. Sasuke smirked at her. Oh yeah. She wouldn’t be walking tomorrow.

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Two nights later-because Sasuke had kept to his promise- Yumi was back behind the bar, this time in a plaid black and blue skirt, black leggings, and a blue tank top. Her boots were replaced with sparkly flats.

And, yet again, Sasuke was pissed.

No, there was no guy there flirting with and/or groping his lover.

Yes, already six men had tried(in the span of two and a half hours)unsuccessfully to get in her pants. Three had left the bar with black eyes, limps, and bloody noses.

No, this time it was worse, and Sasuke hated this time of week, it came around once or twice every other night.

Instead of a man at the stool near his Yumi- yes, his Yumi- sat a brown-haired, blue eyed woman.

Yes, a woman.

Must he repeat himself?

Sasuke gritted his teeth together as he watched the woman flirt lightly with Yumi. From a little ways away, he saw a black-haired man catch the brunette’s eyes a few times. They were together.

The Uchiha snorted. Trying to get a threesome? Pathetic. Again, for at least the thirteenth time that night, Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. The woman had placed her hand on Yumi’s arm and giggled.

Then, to Sasuke’s greater annoyance, had leaned over and whispered in her ear. He saw Yumi nod, and they both left the bar. Now, this had happened so fast that Sasuke had to blink before he realized that his lover and the woman (and that man) had disappeared.

He stood up, concentrating on her chakra. After feeling its uniqueness over by the storage, he stood up and followed, cracking his knuckles unconsciously. He would not touch the girl-no he was a man of dignity.

He would just beat up the man twice as hard. Smirking at the thought, Sasuke wove through the tightly-packed, sweaty crowd to the wooden door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY.

Pushing the door open-and rolling his eyes when he found it was unlocked-he slid in inconspicuously and squinted at the sudden increase of light. His eyes adjusted, but stayed narrowed at the sight in front of him.

Yumi stood stalk still, looking relaxed, calm, and…brainwashed. Sasuke glanced up to see the man’s eyes and found hi concentrating solely on her. A genjutsu.

“What do we do now, Yuuki?” The woman asked. “Yuuki” pointed to Yumi.

“Undress her.” Sasuke growled, drawing attention. Yuuki looked up, breaking his glance from Yumi. She immediately pinched herself and shook her body, then poofed over to Sasuke’s side.

“Who are you?” Yuuki demanded, trying to sound confident, not scared.

“My name is unneeded. What I am going to do to you, is what is more important.”

“And….and what were you planning on doing?” His voice wavered. Sasuke smirked.

“Well, firstly, I am going to soundproof this room, so no one can hear your screaming as I torture you. Then, I am going to pin you to the wall with my weapons,” Sasuke pulled out seven shuriken. Yuuki gulped while the younger girl gulped in fear.

“Then, I’ll throw these,” he now held up several kunai, “into various parts of your skimpy body, but you won’t die. Yet. You will be in pain before I’ve even begun. After my knives have embedded themselves into your skin, I’m going to take that mop stick, and shove it so far up your-“

“Sasuke. Home. Now. I’ll quit tomorrow, just….lets go.” Yumi muttered, looking at her feet. Sasuke sighed heavily and threw a pointed glare that was so deathly Yuuki cringed and placed the woman in front of him.

“Think of yourself lucky. You’ve just escaped excruciating pain…..for now.” And with that, Sasuke poofed him and his girlfriend out.

(okaii, I’m just putting this in so you know what happened after that ^.^ I probably won’t ever do a major time skip like this again, so yuh….dun expect it ^_^.)

Two months later, and Yumi had a new job, as a cashier at the dango shop. At least there, she wouldn’t be violated. Yumi had taken up more ninja classes, in fear that she would be taken over again.

Sasuke, tired of all the men gluing themselves to his woman, had promptly set that to rest. With a –permanent- love bite on her neck (visible to all) and an 8 karat engagement ring on her ring finger, left hand, she was left alone, it the romantic sense anyways.

The couple got married as soon as possible, which happened to be Yumi’s birthday. Great gift? You bet!

Back on subject, well…..you know what happens on wedding nights ;)….that’s right! Cake and Ice cream with extra toppings at the ice-cream stand! Okay, and they did….that too.

And that is what brought Gin and Keiko Uchiha into this world…or anime world whichever you prefer ^.^.

AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTERR!!!!!

THE END!!!!