Abhorrence
Chapter One
-It's Just Business-
"This is a terrible idea." Akito said, his deep green gaze moving from the large poster to his father. The picture was of a woman, wearing nothing but a pair of low rider jeans and what was supposed to be a vest, though the amount of cleavage it showed made one think otherwise. Not to mention her stomach was completely exposed. She had short pink hair and light jade eyes filled with mystery as she stood behind a curtain of exotic beads, hanging on them and looking through them at the viewer in a picture of seductive innocence.
The other ebony haired man sighed, letting his crossed arms fall to his sides. "Akito," Sasuke said, giving his offspring a bored look. "It's just business. Do not let your personal bias get in the way. If we can sign a contract with her to do these commercials then our company's profits will shoot through the roof."
Akito ran his hand through his spiky locks, ruffling them. "Father, there are plenty of other people that we can ask that would be more than happy to promote our products. We don't need some…two-bit singer." He said, gesturing towards her picture.
"She is a record-selling artist, and very popular. The items we want her to sell are geared towards a younger audience, one that follows her every move."
"Well I don't like her, or her music. She's a bad influence, and we don't want to promote that to our consumers." The younger man argued.
The head Uchiha looked back at the picture contemplatively. "I think it's a great idea, and I want to hire her."
He shook his head. "No. I don't support this decision."
Sasuke's lips thinned, and he glanced at his son. "Well, she'll be here in ten minutes for our scheduled meeting, so we can discuss the finer details with her and her manager then."
"What?" Akito's head whipped in his elder's direction. "That's our three o'clock meeting? Why wouldn't you tell me about this sooner?" he glared. "I could have done something more productive with my time."
"Because I knew you were going to react negatively, given your unwarranted dislike of her, which really has absolutely no ground to stand on." Sasuke explained. "Now compose yourself, and conduct this meeting in a businesslike manner. You are the face of this company, and I will not have you disgracing us."
He rolled his eyes. "Of course I will Father, but that doesn't mean I'm going to lie to them and say that I like this." he walked over to the large window behind his father's desk and looked out over the city, taking in the landscape and watching the people go about their daily lives.
The two Uchihas remained silent, both waiting for their guests to arrived. And so they waited, and waited, and waited. Until Akito grew bored and looked back at the clock on his father's desk to check the time. He frowned. "You told them three, correct?" he asked, since it was now almost three-thirty.
"Yes. Perhaps they got caught up in traffic." Sasuke said, sitting down at the small conference-like table on the other side of his office. Akito walked until he was next to his father and stared at the door, his impatience making itself known in the rhythmic tapping of his foot as he waited. If they didn't show up in the next five minutes, he was going to call off the deal.
Luckily, or more so unluckily, the door opened, revealing an auburn haired man. Akito could hear the woman before he saw her, and that was saying something, since her cherry blossom pink hair had made her a huge icon in the music industry. The man was dressed in a fine suit, a Bluetooth attached to his ear, and a briefcase in hand. "Sorry we're late." He apologized with a friendly smile. "Natsumi was in the middle of a trying matter."
The pink haired pop star herself came in, yapping away on her iPhone. She had on some low, hip hugging blue jeans and a stylish red designer shirt that only went over one shoulder. It stopped just below her bust, showing off her perfectly formed body. Large sunglass adorned her flawless face and she laughed into the phone, smiling brightly. "Yeah, sissy, I'll talk to you later. I got a thing." She said into the phone as Vincent shook hands with Sasuke. "Mhm." She nodded and then hung up, slipping her phone in the purse hanging in the crook of her arm.
Akito moved his judgmental gaze from the woman to her manager. "So what was this so called trying matter? Was she unable to find something suitable to wear? Because if that is the case, she still failed." He crossed his arms, pulling his white button down shirt taut over his shoulders.
The pink haired woman pushed her glasses up onto her head and focused her light jade depths on the dark haired man, giving him a once over. "Well aren't you rude." She huffed, looking extremely annoyed.
Her manager coughed to diffuse the bomb before it went off. "Yes, she was getting a pedicure and it wasn't over yet, went a bit long but we're here now." He nodded, offering his hand to Akito. "I'm Terumi Vincent, nice to meet you Mr. Uchiha. As you all know," he smirked slightly. "This is Natsumi."
"Of course." Sasuke spoke with a small smile as he stood and walked over to the woman, taking her hand and kissing it. Natsumi smiled at him and giggled.
"And aren't you the gentleman."
Akito's jaw literally dropped and unfortunately he couldn't control the volume of his voice. "A pedicure?" he seethed, almost livid. "That's why you're so rudely late? Of all the-"
Natsumi rolled her eyes. "Relax grandma. No need to get your panties in a wad, it was an emergency. After all, now my toes look gorgeous." She explained, pointing one of her legs out a bit and showing off her toes since she was wearing a pair of sexy strappy heels.
"They do look very nice Akito." Sasuke interjected, nodding as he looked down.
The pop star smiled once more. "Why thank you sir." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're too sweet."
Akito glared at her. "I'm sorry, but did it not occur to you when this meeting was schedule a month ago to make sure your pedicure was scheduled earlier so as to not run you late for this meeting? Or perhaps you don't know the meaning of the word, punctual. Because in case you didn't know, we actually have real jobs, with real work, and important things to do with our days, then waste them in a pathetic attempt to make our feet look better. A body part that can rarely, if ever, look attractive."
"Akito, hold your tongue." Sasuke rebuked, giving his son a harsh look. "Remember what I said earlier." This caused the younger man to huff slightly and look off in a silent pout. Sasuke looked back at them and smiled slightly. "I apologize for my son's behavior. He's not exactly keen on the idea of Natsumi working with us, but he doesn't have the final say, and I think it's a wonderful idea."
Vincent nodded, appearing happy with the deal. "Oh yes we are definitely on-"
"No." Natsumi interrupted, frowning as she glared slightly to the younger of the Uchihas. "I don't wish to apply my services for some jerk. So thank you Mr. Uchiha, but I'll be leaving now." She said simply, turning around and leaving the room. Vincent blinked, almost in disbelief.
"Wh-what? N-natsumi!" he called, rushing out after her.
Sasuke looked at his son. "If you ruined our chances…you don't even want to know what your punishment will be."
He rolled his eyes. "Father, I'm not some child you can punish whenever you want. If this falls through I will simply find someone else for us to use that is equally as good, if not better."
"No. Natsumi is the one I want for our commercials, and I will accept nothing less."
Before they could continue, Natsumi's manager reentered the room. "I'm so sorry gentlemen." Vincent frowned. "But it looks like the deal is off."
Sasuke sighed. "Would she be more inclined to discuss the details over lunch at a later date? It will be our treat. We would really like to hire her for our commercials. She's perfect."
"Um…" the man sighed. "I'll see what I can do, I'll contact you in an hour or so and see if anything changes." He nodded and headed for the door, leaving the two men to themselves.
"If she agrees you're the one meeting her for lunch." Sasuke stated, heading towards his desk.
"Father, that is not f-" Akito began to protest, only to be halted when the other man held up his hand to stop him.
"You caused this mess, and you will fix it. Now get out. Both of us have work to do, and you are wasting time." He said, taking his seat behind his desk.
Akito glared, but turned and left the room without another word. He hoped she said no, because he didn't think he'd be able to stand that little pink harpy's presence over the course of an entire meal.