It's as if it happened very quickly.

Well it did.

Today was the day of the pictorial, and I was giving out a hand to the people who was currently setting up the cameras and lightings to this empty room located at the 42nd floor of the building.

"Thank you, miss Sakura. You really don't have to." Said a woman named Mari who had her hair tied in a black ponytail and blushed embarrassedly as I handed out the tripod for the camera.
"No, I don't mind. Is there anything else I could help you with?" I smiled.

"No, thank you ma'am. But erm, you could help out Mr. Uchiha with his outfit. Uhm - if you can. We will be taking shots soon." She let out a cute smile, and mine faded like bubble popping out on a cactus pin.

I took a glance over Sasuke, who sat by a chair in one corner of the room, refusing to be fixed by someone and was left entirely. I overheard one of the artists earlier that they didn't have much to fix on his face anyway.

"Miss Sakura," a man spoke although with a little high pitch tone, a she-man, obviously. "You are Mr. Uchiha's secretary, right?" He asked.
"Oh, uhm, yes. How can I help you?"
"I'm Yuno by the way, I take care of the outfits, and this is Mr. Uchiha's silver tie to match for his suit, I hope you don't mind handing it out? He refuses to be given help."

I do bet he'll refuse my help as well. Yet in the end I still took the silver tie and timidly crossed the room to hand it out.

"Sa-" stopping myself with a cough, "Excuse me, Mr. Uchiha, here's your tie, I was asked to hand it over to you." I said quietly and composed. Sasuke had his eyes close, his head rested on his hand as he leaned his elbow on the armchair. If you'd ask me, it's as if he hadn't had any sleep.

Would it be.. okay to ask him how he was doing?

"Are you okay? You seem.. out of shape." I said, nevertheless.
Sasuke slowly opened his eyes and smirked. "I'm never out of shape."

I glanced away from his eyes and mumbled, "Good for you." while offering him the tie.

Sasuke took the tie out of my hand, with only a bit of skin getting in contact. I swallowed and maintained a straight face like he did, trying to be uninterested or not affected enough,

..like he was.

"Would you want me to help you with that?" I asked despite knowing the answer. It was formal that way, offering help. Sasuke only shook his head a little and began tying.

"Goodmorning Mr. Gumiko." A familiar voice reflected on my ears, causing my head to spin at the direction of the sound.

Eyes widened, lips parted, oh goodness gracious it was Sai.

"Oh, finally, did you get the lens?" The middle aged man, who I presume to be the director of the photoshoot, tapped his shoulder and smiled. Sai nodded as a response, "very well, let's get started."

After the director left Sai, he looked at me and winked. I smiled and paced to his direction.
"Why haven't you mentioned this to me?" I asked confusingly, considering he knew where I work and who I work for.
"Surprise?"
"Ha ha. No wonder you were gone before me." I chuckled.

"Get moving people, get the lights ready Team Mari, camera on set, Sai back to your place, and Mr. Uchiha and Ms. Yamanaka front please," The director said with a clear and loud voice. The staff had scrambled and returned back to their stations, following the instructions.

Ino had stepped in front first, her blonde curly hair rested on her bare shoulders. She wore a silver skin tight knee length dress with a halter back design, matching the silver suit of Sasuke who had came in front with great posture.

A few poses had been taken for the first minutes while the director compliments almost every pose and click of it, yelling great, perfect, beautiful!

Well it was.

"Uhm hi, you're Ms. Sakura, right? I hope you don't mind but I'm Asada and this is Hesia, we're one of the writers for this magazine and we would want to do a brief interview with you about being the said-prolonging secretary for Mr. Uchiha."

Prolonging secretary? Now where did they get that? Should I wonder? I mean, considering they're media people.

"Uhm, sure, I guess.." I smiled nervously.
"Wow, great! Thanks a lot! Let's seat there," Asada said, pointing over the empty table on the other corner of the room.

"So actually, I will be the one who will be focusing on how is Mr. Sasuke Uchiha a boss and a leader, while Hesia here would just get some details. This is just a quick interview, we wouldn't want to take much of your time. So, here's the first question.." She breathed, "What was your first impression of Mr. Uchiha?"

First.. impression. Evil, arrogant, way too bossy, egoistic and.. a playboy. But that's not really relevant.

"Well, my first impression of him, uhm, he had that great composture ever since I met him, he was high and mightly if you must say, he was someone successful in a very young age, something to be proud of, even days off he still pulls up that aura."

"Oh? So you do meet during days off?" Asada asked curiously with a little different tone of voice.
"Uhm, yes, of course, he is very dedicated, even working at rest days so I had to assist him for some time."

"Wow, then you are dedicated to him as well. No wonder. Great tip." Hesia added as she scribbled down her notes.
"I uhm yes, I do dedicate my work for him, I am deeply in debt with him."

"What do you mean by that debt, if you don't mind us asking."
"Well, let's just say he was the light on a dark cold place I've been to. He was a great man who gave me a chance to prove myself to him."

"Do you think that you're only staying with him because you're in debt?"

Am I?

"I'm staying because I wanted to be a help for him. He is a great man, a brave leader and also a friend. It may not be obvious but he is.. someone caring.."

"I see. Hmm, considering you're both at the same age with many mutual understanding, is there something going on between you two?"

"Oh, no. We're just friends." I smiled faintly with the sudden accusation.

"Sakura," a voice pushed the conversation off, making the three of us direct towards the direction.

"Oh, uhm good day Mr. Uchiha, we were just finished with a brief interview for Ms. Sakura about you."
"About me, huh?" Sasuke cocked his head to side as his eyes directed to mine, slowly brigthening my pale cheeks.

"Uhm yes, Mr. Uchiha." I said, looking away.

"I guess we better go then," Asada and Hesia gestured and thanked me for the interview as they left me hanging awkwardly alone with Sasuke.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked timidly as I pretended to be dusting off something in my skirt to prevent our eye contact.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" He said, giving me quite a shock.

"S-sure, what is it about?"
"Not here."

I slowly followed him towards the exit of the room, passing fantasizing looks of women at him, making unfamiliar turns on the floor hallways until he suddenly took my hand and forcefully pulled me into one corner of an empty hallway that leads to a terrace in the floor.

My heart started beating rapidly as Sasuke pushed me to the wall, pinning his left arm beside my head as he gazed at me with his dangerous eyes. He was definitely raging about something, and maybe he decided to take it all out on me.

No words were spoken. We remain silent for minutes, with only the sound of heave in our chests and only eyes remaining in contact.

I'm completely out of my head as I took the opportunity to look back at him. I didn't want to, but maybe for the last time I'll let myself.

Maybe as a formal goodbye to something that had not even existed in the first place.

Sasuke's eyes were always full of mysteries, giving no clue on what he was thinking or even feeling, but this time, he was angry. His dark eyes lurks by danger while his jaw clenched tightly, not sure when he'll bite and eat me alive.

"Can I kiss you?" He murmured finally with a sudden soft expression on his face, making me lose off guard.

My knees wobbled, I felt my body feeling weak with the sadness overflowing for weeks.

I never answered his question, the next thing I did was close my eyes and pressed my lips against his.

It was better this way.

To end everything with a last kiss.