Disclaimer: Don't mock me by making me say I don't own him every time...the repetitive reminders hurt *sobs dramatically*

A/N: I think I am getting really obsessed with writing...and I am not even that good at it, like I got my PSAT scores back and my weakest area was writing skills. Surprise, surprise. Oh well, I write stories either way, nothing stopping me there! Regardless, I shall write as I please! Also, I tend to come up with titles and then create a plot that fits it...is that weird? Yes...? Good thing I am known to be weird ^_^ And now on to the main event: the actual story~!

Chapter 1: Vanity Fair

"It's him!"

"It's who?"

"That's Sasuke Uchiha. Look!"

"Sasuke Uchiha!?"

"Yes, that's the Sasuke Uchiha."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

The two older ladies whisper-yelled to each other like teenage girls. The excitement was written on their faces as was their blushing cheeks. They cupped their hands over their mouths as if that would muffle the sound, or direct it so that only they could hear.

If only that method worked.

"Catch me. I think I'm going to faint." One of them murmured while fanning her face dramatically with her hands. The other women in the room tittered at the display. They continued to act like little girls, not that the other employees were any better when it came to acting.

Sasuke ignored the two women whispering though he did wish that they would shut up soon. They were hardly secretive. Not that it was uncommon, most of the people in the room were sending him surreptitious glances. This was supposed a professional place, if he wanted fangirls he'd have just stayed outside. There were plenty to go around, especially when they recognized your face on the massive billboard right next to them...

Yes, Sasuke Uchiha was a world renown model.

At age seventeen, he had taken the world by storm. The Uchiha name was already famous business-wise, but after the televised fallout between Sasuke and his father, Sasuke made his name in the world of fashion modeling.

But what had caused the fallout the world would never know. All they did know was that it was a business mogul's personal scandal that was enough to fire up the presses. They ate up dirty family secrets especially if it came from famous families, and getting a story on the Uchiha was like winning the lottery to them.

Albeit, Sasuke was hesitant to become a model, he thought of it simply as the means to his ends. He had been disowned, but he was determined to prove his father wrong. To show that he could make it in this world without his father's name or money. He didn't truly care for the industry itself, but he couldn't help but get sucked in.

Sasuke did make sure to receive his GED and even got a college masters degree in two years before he started trying to get a job. He wasn't referred to as a boy prodigy for nothing. After getting all his formal schooling done, he decided that he didn't want to go back in to the business field because, even though he could compete head on with his father's company that way, it would be close to impossible to get his own business off the ground in the first place. His father would've made sure of that.

So he finally took up one of those offers for modeling. Before he had never given the idea a passing glance, but it was just the in-your-face sort of thing that would piss off his father. Sasuke could imagine his father getting mad every time he opened a magazine and saw his son posing for some high end label. Sasuke had always been "breathtakingly beautiful" as they say, or at least that is what they did say when he auditioned. If you could call that an audition: all he did was walk into the room and got the job.

The raven could care less about what he looked like, but unfortunately it mattered in the world of high fashion. So he painstakingly spent twenty minutes on his signature hair style every morning. His manager said it "defined" him, that when people saw that hair style, or a bad replicate of it that it would be known as Sasuke Uchiha's hair. Sasuke didn't care as long as his father got angry whenever he saw this hair style on a random passerby, it was good reason enough for him.

Now at nineteen, he was one of the most recognizable faces when it came to male models around the world. His young age gave him an edge in the business; it'll be a while before he had to worry about anything that resembled a wrinkle. And he almost an air of innocence. The other main players of male modeling constantly ragged on him by saying that "he still has to go through puberty", or "his balls have yet to drop", etc. in hopes to ease their own egos. But they never could tell if it got under his skin; his icy, emotionless demeanor was highly acclaimed throughout the industry.

But his age was what made these thirty year old receptionists swooning over him that much more disturbing. They needed a life before they became convicted pedophiles.

And here he was today, at just another one of his many scheduled photo shoots for just another magazine that he'd never read.

A finely suited man approached Sasuke, smiling. "Ah, Mr. Uchih—"

"—Sasuke. Just Sasuke. Mr. Uchiha is my father." The raven interrupted, shaking hands.

"Mm, yes, of course." The man nodded knowingly. "Sasuke, then?"

"Yes."

Sasuke gave the man a once-over. He looked young-ish, not that young, but not that old; probably in his early thirties. He wore his medium length hair in a rather messy ponytail. But what stuck out the most when looked at this man was the thin pale scar that ran across his nose. He stopped analyzing when he heard:

"Well then, Sasuke, are you ready?"

"Am I ever not?"

"Pardon me, you're right that was a pointless question."

"Yes, and you are?"

"Iruka Umino, pleased to meet you."

"Mr. Umino, how long's this going to take?"

"Assuming all goes well—as I assume it should—a couple hours at the most." Sasuke just looked at the man. "Very well, follow me."

Sasuke matched the man's pace as they made their way down the tiled hallway of the building. The raven's Italian suede shoes making a particularly distinctive clicking noise against the marble. They stopped at the lift, having to wait after pressing the "up" arrow. Not soon enough the elevator doors opened soundlessly, obviously well maintained.

The pair quickly got in, not wanting the doors to close before they could. Iruka scanned the floor options, and then pushed down on the button for the eleventh floor. Sasuke braced himself for that odd, swooping feeling he got in his stomach when elevators came to a stop. He hated that feeling.

"Right this way." Iruka said automatically as he turned right after stepping out of the lift.

"Is my manager already there?"

"Yes, he arrived here quite a while before you did."

"That's sounds just like him."

"He should be waiting for you right when we get there."

The floor plan of this building was close to a maze. Every other step Iruka took was another turn, making Sasuke concentrate on his every move so that he would lose him. Eventually, they made it to the front of two industrial style doors of the area Sasuke guessed they were staging the shoot.

He roughly pushed open on heavy door as Iruka did with the other. Sasuke's eyes widened at the spectacular grandeur of the displays. The various sets in the room were immaculately done. The luxurious sets looked out of place since they were framed in the stark, gray expanse of the walls. Not that it was going to show in the actual pictures. All the reader would see would be the beautiful, expensive furniture pieces and sparkling accents.

"Sasuke."

The raven turned at hearing his name.

"Kakashi," Sasuke greeted casually, walking up to his silver haired manager. The man was wearing his regular, all black ensemble with the signature Hermes scarf wrapped around his mouth.

Sasuke had known him for a good five years and still didn't know what he was hiding with it.

"How many times have I told you to call me Mr. Hatake?"

"A lot, and I will call you that as soon as you earn that respect from me."

Iruka called the raven for his attention, "Sasuke?"

"Yes, Mr. Umino?"

"Oh, but you'll call this man 'Mr. Umino'?" Kakashi frowned.

"Yes, I do since he hardly acts like you," Sasuke answered.

"How do you know?"

"I just know." The raven smiled slightly, but then turned his attention to face the brunette again. "Yes?"

"Well, your dressing room is in the adjacent room, if you would like to go and check that out, and see if it's to your liking."

"Alright," Sasuke said, already moving back to the doors. When he glanced over his shoulders he was amused to see that Kakashi was blatantly flirting with the brunette who was now shifting his weight foot to foot, looking down nervously. Kakashi just assumed that everyone — or well that every male, in the world of fashion was gay. Not that Sasuke was about to argue.

The raven, himself, didn't know where he stood sexually. Personally, he had never had been interested in anyone enough to know whether he liked boy or girls more. He had tried with both, but none of his relationships had ever lasted longer than a couple weeks. Even that would've been a feat. Plus, the heart breaker status was the image his manager said that he should go for since it had the most allure and mystery behind it.

Fine by him.

Naruto Uzumaki was having a great day. He finally gotten a modeling gig! Nothing could bring him down, this day was going to be awesome. Being an aspiring model was harder than he thought it would be. This wasn't all that surprising to him, he knew it would be hard to get a job as a model being a newbie: the industry lived on cred. If you got none, well then you're not about to get a deal.

But that was not the case today and therefore he was beaming. He knew that having a godfather that organizes photoshoots would be his ticket in. And he had been right.

He could remember it like it was just yesterday, mostly because it was just yesterday. Naruto had been lazing around the house since he had gotten returned from working out at the gym early so he really had nothing better to do. The blonde could remember feeling jittery all that day. Like he knew something was going to happen, but he didn't quite know what.

When it was nearing nine o' clock he had gotten a call from his godfather telling him to come to the shoot that he was setting up tomorrow at the Plaza. That they could use him.

Ever since Naruto felt like he was on top of the world. This would be his first proper modeling job; but cut him some slack, he was only eighteen going-on-nineteen.

The blonde had graduated early from high school at sixteen and gone to a junior college for another two year before deciding that it wasn't his thing. And just left. Living alone in his own apartment with a little help of his godfather, just like always. Working menial, odd jobs around town to make ends meet.

Naruto was not someone you could call stupid. Sure, he was a little absentminded, but so were the greatest minds in history. Einstein couldn't even remember to put on two of the same colored socks even if he tried. Either way the blonde knew that he wanted to be a model. Mostly because ever since he was a kid, he would stare up at those larger-than-life billboards wondering what it would be like to be the person on the ad.

What would it be like for everyone to know your name? For everyone to know who you are? He wouldn't be a nobody any longer, he would finally be a somebody. A person worth something. Someone to look up to on those gigantic, smog covered city billboards. He would make a name for himself in this world.

People throughout the world would soon know the name Naruto Uzumaki. Believe it.

Naruto was trying to figure his way to the Plaza, but this was proving way more difficult that he thought it would be. He looked up from the map on his phone's GPS app to notice a sign with "The Plaza" written in elegant script. Otherwise known as cursive, which was half the reason why it took Naruto a full minute to decipher what the sign said. The other half was because he had been running so late in the morning that he had forgotten to put on his contacts, or grab his glasses on the way out. He was having trouble reading anything and everything today.

It was fine now though, the worst was over: he had made it to the given place at the given time.

He raced across the entrance hallway, not caring to get directions from the front desk. Impatiently waiting for the lift to get to the lobby floor. He ran in right when the two doors started to slid open, quickly pressing the button "11". Now all he had to do was find room number 163a. Or at least that is where Iruka told him to go to.

He jogged in and out, up and down, around and about, to the right and to the left, yet this room number still managed to elude him. Then, as if a sign from God, he saw a sliver of light shining down on a number plate that read "163a". He had made it with not a second to spare. He would admit that he was more than slightly out of breath.

"God damn, impossible floor plans," Naruto mumbled to himself.

He rushed to the door and shoved it open. He felt like he had hit something solid when he felt some sort of resistance give under his own force. He, more cautiously let the door swing inward on itself. He stared wide eyed at a boy, probably his age, splayed on the floor rubbing his forehead gingerly.

The other boy didn't look up, he was still preoccupied of soothing his reddening skin.

Naruto decided to talk first. "Umm...hey, sorry about that."

Sasuke had been looking around his dressing room. It was of fair size, not one of the biggest private dressing rooms he had ever been given, but not the smallest either. It wasn't exactly lavishly furnished, but hey, he was only going to use it for one day.

He walked around the area a few times to really see all there was in the room. He had gotten his own mini-fridge, clothes rack, and his own vanity. But it was like he was going to need it: Sasuke required close to no makeup when it came to photos. He was just "perfect" as they said in multiple, praise filled articles.

He went through his selections of clothes for the days. He was relieved to find that none of them were overly gaudy today. Those shoots where unbearable, he felt so uncomfortable in those odd outfits that were better suited for Lady Gaga than him. Of course if it was that case he would just walk off set, it isn't like he needed to beg for modeling jobs.

No, they begged him. That is how it worked. He could walk out on anything he didn't want to do. They bended for him. Never the other way around.

He had figured that he had seen enough of the room and that it was time to get back onto the main set. Right as he went to open the door, it shot forward, effectively knocking him to the—thankfully—lushly carpeted ground.

The raven reached up to rub his abused skin. Damn, that hurt a lot.

Then he heard a meek, yet melodious:

"Umm...hey, sorry about that."

Sorry? He was sorry for that? He should be begging for his life. On his knees, Sasuke thought.

Then he looked up.

The raven stared. His mind went blank. There was nothing he could try and think about other than the boy in front of him. Yes, a boy, someone his age maybe? Hopefully.

He was so beautiful. He had to be a fellow model. Even though he had a perfectly sculpted Greek God-like body, his face managed to outshine that. He could have in fact been a Greek God, if Sasuke had hit his head hard enough.

He had a startling, clear blue eyes. People always claimed that the eyes were the windows to the soul. Sasuke never thought much of it, until now. He felt as though those eyes told everything about the boy. They were so pure. Pure deep, ocean blue eyes. He was drowning in them.

It was like sunshine sat on his head. His hair defined the color gold. There was nothing else to it. It was loosely wavy, and ever so slightly brushing up against his eyelashes. Sasuke was tempted to touch, what he could imagine to be, an extremely silky soft lock.

He quickly scanned the rest of the boy's face. He lingered on the minuscule bump on the bridge of the boy's nose. It was there as if to remind people that he was just human. But the perfectly heart shaped mouth was kind of making it hard to think otherwise.

Sasuke was still just staring.

He watched the other boy deliberate and then choose to keep talking since Sasuke wasn't making any moves to do anything himself.

"Are you okay?" He asked, stretching out his hand to offer assistance.

Sasuke accepted it and hoisted himself upright, but was afraid that he had forgotten how to speak. It was so much more pleasing to just listen to the other boy's voice.

"Uh, yeah, well, hi. I'm Naruto Uzumaki." He smiled nervously. "And you are?"

Something about the boy not knowing his name snapped him out of his daze.

"You idiot! Why the hell did you hit me with my own door!? Why are you here anyway?!"

"Whoa, man, no need to explode."

"No need? No need? I'm Sasuke Uchiha. You hear me? That could leave a bruise on my face. What will you do then?"

"Sheesh, man, calm down. It's not that big of a deal." Naruto raised his hands almost in surrender, though he wondered who put a stick up his ass.

"Not that big of a deal?" Sasuke hissed through his clenched teeth.

"Yeah, seriously. You're overreacting. It is just a small bruise..."

"What. Did. You. Say?"

The blonde repeated himself. "It's only a small bruise."

Sasuke rushed to look at his reflection in the vanity mirror. Pushing his bang up to get a better view of his forehead. He checked and double checked...from every angle. There was a definite yellowing splotch on his head, the early sign of an oncoming bruise.

"There is already a bruise here!"

"Yeah..."

"My face is my life!"

"You're overreacting..."

"I'm going to make your life a living hell!"

"Like you can." The blonde snorted.

"Don't try me."

Before he could try and follow up on his threat the the door swung open once again, revealing Iruka and Kakashi. They had come for Sasuke, but were shocked motionless to see the raven yelling at the blonde. Especially since they hadn't really heard any of the conversation, but the red faced, angry look Sasuke was sporting was story enough.

"Ah, umm, well Sasuke, I guess you've met my godson, Naruto, already," Iruka said hesitantly.

"And you guys are getting along so well already," Kakashi joked.

Sasuke growled, "This moron gave me this!" The raven swept aside his bangs once more to reveal the bruising splotch once more. "He slammed the door open on my face!"

"We can fix that with some make up." The brunette tried to appease the steaming raven.

"Whatever, I want this guy out!"

"Uh...no can do..."

"Why the hell not!?"

Naruto smirked, Tell him Iruka. Tell him how I'm another model at this shoot and you need me. So you can't get rid of me 'cause this bastard.

"Well, because he's your new assistant, coffee boy, or whatever-you-may-need guy. Naruto's assigned to help you."

"What?!" Sasuke and Naruto shouted in disbelief.

"I hope you guys get to know each other better, and become friends." Iruka grinned, though it really didn't look like he was all that happy.

"Like hell!" Sasuke and Naruto yelled in unison.

"Stop copying me!" They screamed at each other crossing arms defensively.

"Yes, well Sasuke you are needed at the shoot soon." Kakashi told Sasuke. He walked out of the dressing room with Iruka in tow, shutting the door loudly after him.

Sasuke turned to face the blonde.

"You're my lackey from today on." Sasuke smirked. "I'm going to make you wish that you never met me."

"Too late, Bastard." Naruto glared back.

"Idiot."

Then they heard the intercom come on, Sasuke you are needed at the set, pronto. Bring Naruto.

Thanks for reading! Ah, look at them off to such a great start. I can see the love blooming. Well that aside, new story! Yay! Though I've no idea how long it is going to be it could be extremely short or relatively long. What do you think of the first chapter? Interesting? Definitely not too exciting, all the fun stuff has yet to happen XD Basically, did you like it?