There are several differences in this special. One being that Sachi is not allergic to cats. See if you can spot them all! :3

I feel I should probably explain things. This is a HoneyxHoney drops special, so for those of you who have not read that manga, I'll explain the 'Honey system'.

Basically, the school is divided into two groups in each year, the upper and lower classmen. Upperclassmen get to choose someone to be their 'Honey' from the lowerclassmen. This person either agrees or has to drop out of the school. If they agree they become a servant to the other person and get all of their tuition fees paid to attend school. I really love this manga. It's a bit unrealistic, but it's cute. So yeah. I'm gonna put poor old Sachi into this situation, and you can probably guess who her Master is! XD

Also, I figured that Naruto and Sachi probably would never have made friends if it weren't for the whole Squad Seven thing. So yeah, they aren't really close in this.

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"Sachiiii, wake uuuup!" I groaned at the sound of curtains being pulled open, and rolled under my duvet, folding into a little ball. I was nudged several times, and grunted, batting at my idiot big brother. He scooped me up, covers and all. I squealed.

"Get dressed Imouto, or I'm going to dump you in the shower and run the water on your head." Ihaku said, and I scowled sleepily at him, "You've got half an hour or I'm leaving without you."

"Aaaaggghhh..." I growled, pushing the strands of blonde back out of my eyes as he set me on my feet, "I gotta feed Iza and Nami first..."

Iza and Nami were my twin cats. Iza was a bit of a prissy diva and was always trying to scratch me. Nami was really mellow and ate alot. They were more or less polar opposites, except both had the same coal black fur and bright green eyes.

I slumped downstairs and poured out some cat bisuits into each of their bowls. I yelped; Iza had clawed at me and left a long red slash along the back of my hand. I glared at her, and I could have sworn she smiled. Evil little cat.

Nami just trotted over and started crunching away at her breakfast. My stomach growled, and I wiped off the blood and started on my morning routine.

When I got to school, my cut had stopped bleeding. My Mom had cleaned it up for me, but we didn't have any plasters or bandages so it would remain out in the open. I waved goodbye to Ihaku as he greeted Temari and went inside. Ihaku was carrying Temari's books, while she slung her arm happily round his shoulders. I couldn't feel sorry for him, because I went through the same thing. The Asuka family were renowned as being good Honeys for the upperclassmen. It was degrading and stressful, but we got by. Plus, it meant that our family got their tuition fees paid by the rich kids that were our Masters. Even so, we didn't really have a choice. If we refused to be someone's honey then we'd have to drop out of school.

I sighed heavily. That bloody Uchiha was always making me wait. And it was cold today. I didn't have a coat, either, because money was tight at the moment. Dad was only a small town carpenter, making furniture and stuff, and my Mom worked in a small café that was down the road from our house.

"Hey, Sachi-san!" I looked up and smiled weakly at the sight of Kaoru (she returns!!! Only those of you who have read my Itachi fic will understand this), my Master's brother's honey. She was in the top year at school alongside Itachi (the elder Uchiha brother) and was one of the many in a Honey and Master relationship that developed into something more.

"Heya Kaoru-chan." I said, sticking my hands in my pockets, "Just got here?"

"Yeah. They should be here soon, Itachi-kun just texted me saying they're just down the road." I twitched slightly. That baka Sasuke could do the same for me. He had my phone number. And if he texted me when he was almost here I wouldn't have to wait outside in the cold. I hated these rich bastards.

Finally, the gleaming black car pulled up to the curb, and my expression immediately formed into the bright smile I had to wear to greet my Master. The car door opened and he stepped out, that smirk on his face that made the girls fall at his feet. His eyes roved my form, and though my smile remained, I put all the murderous intent into it that I could manage.

"Sachi." he acknowledged, prodding my forehead, and I resisted the urge to bite it. He probably would have liked it anyway, he was weird like that.

"Sasuke" he rose his eyebrows, and I sighed, "-sama..."

"Better, Honey." he smiled, clearly greatly enjoying this. Stupid sadistic rich kid.

"What lesson's first?" he asked, and I sighed again, but reformed my smile.

"Mathematics is first, then English, then ancient literature." the lessons that the rich class had to learn were so different to the poor class. Ancient literature? One thing was for sure, I was really glad I didn't have to learn that crap. Oh wait, I did. Because as a Honey, I was supposed to help stupid Sasuke study it. But for a stupid Sasuke he was very clever, so he didn't need me anyway- he just liked to torture me.

"Great..." he muttered, and I glanced over my shoulder as Naruto Uzumaki and Gaara Sabaku approached, their Honeys Kiba Inuzuka and Sakura Haruno in tow (in that order). I sent a grin towards Kiba as Sakura, Gaara's newest Honey (no doubt soon to be replaced, she was pretty useless and only got the position because Matsuri, his previous Honey, went well beyond what was expected of us and began to stalk the poor boy) stopped to flirt with Sasuke.

"Hey, Kiba-kun!" I smiled- I had been friends with Kiba for an exponentially long time. We had attended pre-school together and hit it off immediately. I didn't really know his Master that well, but he too seemed a nice enough person. I got on reasonably well with Gaara, too- he had defended me from Sasuke's sexual harassment once or twice.

Damn Sasuke for being so perverted.

The brunette's expression brightened as his gaze pinpointed me, "Sachi-chan!"

"Ah, I brought your shirt!" I remembered suddenly, moving to rifle through my bag. He had come round my house to chill on Saturday and spilled strawberry milkshake all down himself. Ihaku lended him a shirt, but the ditzy boy had forgotten to take his shirt with him when he left. "Mom washed it three times, but the stain still wouldn't come out. Sorry."

I handed the item of clothing to my fellow Honey, and he shrugged, face slightly red, "Nah, it's okay. It's my fault for getting stuff all over it in the first place."

"Well, all right then. Be more careful, stupid." I said playfully, and my closest friend just laughed and scratched the back of his head.

"Ano~ what's going on here?" Naruto suddenly interrupted, grinning and elbowing Kiba in the ribs. His expression suggested that there was something to our conversation that sounded like it meant more than was explicit. I flushed, and Kiba did too.

"A-ah, no, nothing like that- he spilled milkshake on his shirt when he was at my house saturday!" I stammered embarrassedly. I jumped as I felt someone grab my arm.

"Don't say stupid things, Dobe." Sasuke said, something in his expression slightly murderous as he pulled me to him. I smacked him away, red-faced, but he still held onto my wrist. He glared at me, and I flinched, "Come on, Sachi."

I sent an apologetic look to the surprised group of boys, and then a glare to the pink hair girl- but only because she was glaring at me.

I sat down at my desk and sighed slightly, enjoying the thickly cushioned chair. That was pretty much the only perk of this job (aside from the tuition fees thing, obviously.)- the chairs were insanely comfortable.

During the lesson, however, things took a turn for the worse. The Shady Uchiha decided to reach over and place his hand on  my thigh- UNDER my skirt, no less- causing me to jump. When I jumped, I threw my hands up, catching the barely healed cut Iza gave me and reopening it.

"Ouch!" I yelped quietly, as the slash began to stream blood. I quickly tried to use a tissue from my pocket to stop the bleeding, holding my hand under the table. There was a sigh beside me.

"Sensei, Sachi's cut herself."Sasuke called out, standing up and pulling me with him. "I'm taking her to the Nurse's office."

"All right." It was amazing, the things these rich kids got away with in class.

"Er, Sasuke..." for once, he didn't give me the disparaging look for neglecting the '-sama' part, "Are you angry about something?"

I got pushed into a dark room, and heard a door close and a lock click. I felt around blindly, "S-Sasuke?! Wh-what is this?!"

"If you don't want to fall, I suggest you hold onto me, Sachi." his voice spoke up wickedly, right in my ear, "It's very cluttered in here."

"You said you were taking me to the Nurse's office!" I spluttered as he held onto my waist. He chuckled.

"I lied." he said.

"Bastard!" I stammered, "Just what do you plan to do, bringing me here?! What is your problem?!"

The atmosphere immediately tensed.

"What is the relationship you have with the Inuzuka?" he demanded after a few minutes of silence. I could feel blood dripping from my hand to the floor, but paid it no mind.

"Wh-what?!" I spluttered, "That's what this is about?! We're just friends!"

"Hm... good..." I shifted uncomfortably, only for him to grip me tighter. I became aware of my hand burning again, and squirmed.

"Sasuke, my hand hurts. Can we go to the office now?" he grasped my hand.

"This one?" he asked in a low, throaty voice, and I gave a squeak of confirmation. He drew it up to his face- I knew because I could feel his breathing washing over it. Then, he moved even closer- and licked a long line along the cut, cleaning off all the blood by sucking on my fingers.

"What the hell?!" I shrieked in shock, face flaring red. He bit my finger lightly, smirking.

"What, getting turned on?" I fought to resist the punching urge and pulled my hand out of his grip, wiping his saliva off on my skirt.

"Not even close!" I exclaimed. "What the hell are you-"

And then the bastard kissed me.

Freaking kissed me!

At that point, I completely forgot about my duties as a Honey. He unlocked the storage cupboard door and skipped away, looking mighty pleased with himself, while I made chase, intent on murdering him. All I'd have to do to get him killed was tell Ihaku what he did, but I wanted the pleasure of killing him with my own hands.

"Fuck!" I shouted as I sat up in my bed, sweating and panting. I stared at my hands.

"The fuck are you yelling about, idiot?" Ihaku demanded sleepily, charging through.

"I had a really messed up dream... I was a slave and you were my brother... the Izanamis were cats...-" I was cut off with a bop to the head.

"Don't wake me up in the middle of the night with your fucked up dreams. Like I care." the redhead snapped, then went back downstairs to his couch.

I glanced at the Shoujo manga on my bedside table and cringed, jabbing it off the desk and onto the floor.

"Evil..." I muttered, then rolled over and went back to sleep.