This is a sequel to Mad World. I've been toying with the idea for quite awhile now. Let's see where it goes.

As always, I own nothing.

The day seemed to just drag on. Normally, Sasuke enjoyed his work and time would pass quickly, but something was off. Maybe because it was a Monday, or maybe because his new client was being more of a narcissistic ass than usual, but something about the day but the Uchiha in a foul mood.

A loud shrill filled his office.

Sasuke smashed his finger into the intercom button to shut off the annoying ring.

"Uchiha-sama, there's a man here who insists on seeing you. He refuses to leave until you at least know he's here. Should I call security?"

"Fan-fucking-tastic," the Uchiha mumbled, rubbing his face wearily, then leaned in closer to the speaker. "Does he have an appointment?"

The question was meant sarcastically, but the secretary seemed to miss that all together. "No Sir, and that's what I was trying to send him away."

Sasuke sighed. "I see. Send the little vagabond away. Call security if you have to. I am the head of one of the biggest companies in the country; I don't have time for this!"

There was a slight pause before his secretary replied. "Sir, he has a picture of the two of you as kids."

This caught the raven off guard. He had never been one to enjoy posing for the camera. In fact he still avoided letting others photograph him. Growing up as an Uchiha, the paparazzi had never been kind, so he had learned early to be careful.

"What's his name?" Sasuke finally asked.

"Naruto Uzumaki, Sir."

"Send him in."

It had been three years since the incident in the alley, and Sasuke hadn't heard from the blonde since. In fact, sometimes he wasn't even sure it happened at all.

At least, that's what he told himself. Sasuke spent as much time as he could keeping his brain occupied, but when he finally let it rest, the raven remembered every vivid detail of that night playing soccer under the stars. He knew it happened, and he missed the moment with his one-time best friend more than he cared to admit. Because Uchiha Sasuke couldn't admit it. He was the youngest CEO in the city; he had hundreds of employees working under his label. He had contracts with musicians and athletes, actors and humanitarians. Anyone who wanted to be known in the world wanted to work with him. Uchiha Sasuke didn't have time to be side-tracked by the memories long past.

The office door opened slowly, and the man who walked in was nothing like the scraggly blonde Sasuke had seen last. In fact, were it not for the yellow halo of hair and shining blue eyes, the Uchiha might not have even admitted it was the same person.

The Naruto was much better dressed. His khakis were without a stain or tear, and his white button up shirt seemed ironed. He even had a tie with black and orange swirls to complete the look.

For a moment, all they could do was stare at each other. It did something odd to Sasuke's chest to see his friend with so much visual improvement. A slight tickle was a attacking his throat, almost as if he wanted to cry.

"Thank you for fitting me in, Sasuke. I know you're busy. I've been reading the articles in the newspaper about how well you and the company are doing," Naruto said, breaking the silence.

"It was a slow afternoon," Sasuke shrugged. "What brings you here, dobe?"

He added the insult in hopes to put the blonde at ease, because no matter how well Naruto dressed, he still looked terribly out of place in the pristine office. Unfortunately, the word seemed to make Naruto even more uncomfortable than before.

"I'm here because I need a favor. I need your help."

Naruto's voice was soft and shaking at the admittance. Sasuke couldn't help but raise a single eyebrow. He nodded his head and motioned for his friend to take a seat in the fluffed chair, and instead of returning to the chair behind his desk, he gracefully sat himself in the matching seat next to Naruto.

"What can I do?"

For a moment, the blonde bit his lip and glanced nervously around the room, his face clearly saying that he regretted saying anything.

"Naruto, I want to help."

Sasuke had never seen his friend so flustered, so lost. Naruto was the strongest person he knew. And he was proud, proud enough that he never asked for help. But something was big enough to force a man like Naruto to seek help.

Finally, Naruto spoke. "It's about Roji. I'm afraid I'm going to lose him."

The words were startling, but Sasuke just nodded his head for his friend to continue.

Naruto leaned farther back into the chair, eyes toward the ceiling, and began to talk.

In the three years since they'd seen each other, he'd managed to pull himself out of the rut and managed to find a stable job as a chef in a small-scale diner. Apparently, all those years of practicing at the ramen shop on top of his natural charisma had made the blonde a perfect fit for the Hokage's Pub. With consistent money coming in, Naruto had been able to afford a small apartment in a slightly better neighborhood and send Roji to a private school.

"I've been through the public education in that area. The teachers don't give a rats-ass about the kids, and they're too underfunded for it to make a difference anyway. Roji deserves better than that."

Sasuke could only nod mutely at the explanation. He had always heard rumors about schools on the other side, but as an Uchiha he's never been anywhere close enough to public education to see if the stories were true.

Naruto continued on, explaining how everything really started turning around. Roji was smart and would soon be testing to see if he could skip a grade, and Naruto's hours at the pub assured that he would always see his son off in the morning and have Sunday free to spend the day together- usually playing soccer.

Then they got the phone call. Sakura wanted to see her son.

"At first, I was happy, ya' know? Roji needs more than just me in his life. Having her there would be a good influence, since she's so smart and all, but when she came over Roji wouldn't even look at her. He locked himself in the bathroom and swore he come out until she was gone!"

Naruto ran a hand through his thick spikes. Sakura had been beyond insulted by her son's actions, and she insisted the behavior stemmed from Naruto himself.

"She thinks I've poisoned the kids against her, like I don't want her to have anything to do with him. She decided she wants him to move to California with her and her new husband. They're both hot shot doctors, so they can afford the best lawyers. I can barely pay my rent! If they come after him, they'll get him."

"And that's why you came to me."

It was a statement, but the blonde nodded anyway.

"If I thought Roji would be better with them, I'd let him go, no matter how much it hurt I swear I would, but he wouldn't. Sakura's not the same girl I knew in high school. She might to able to buy him the world now, but she'll never love him the way I do."

For most of the conversation, Naruto had managed to look everywhere but at Sasuke, keeping his eyes constantly shifted away, but suddenly he was looking right at Sasuke. His blue eyes were just as electrifying as the raven remembered, and the intensity in them was doing that strange thing to his chest again.

"I hate to take advantage of an old friendship, but I was out of options. I swear I will spend the rest of my life paying you back, you know I will, but I love my son. Please, help me keep him."

If there was one thing Sasuke would always believe in, it was Naruto's word. The man didn't lie. Sasuke wasn't even sure he knew how.

"I want to help. Tell me what I can do."

Immediately, Naruto's shoulders seemed to relax a little in relief. His mouth broke out into the same grin Sasuke used to see growing up, big and wide, nearly taking over his face with pure joy.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Sasuke."

"Don't be an idiot, dobe. Just tell me what I can do."

Naruto nodded and became serious again.

"I know Sakura. She's very confident, and with how things look now she doesn't think there's any chance that I could keep Roji. Maybe she's right, maybe the courts do always side with the mother, but I have to try. If I'm going to have a chance, I'm going to need a lawyer. I know you do your own thing now, and I'm still think it's amazing that you forged your own path away from your family, but aren't the Uchiha's still the top law firm in the country?"

"They are."

The Uchihas, smart, detached, deadly. His father and brother were born lawyers, and Sasuke could have easily taken his place with them, but with Itachi inheriting the head chair, there would be no place for him there but in a shadow. Still, if Sasuke could respect anything about his family, it was their determination to be the best.

Naruto was still speaking seriously, but his mouth looked like it was fighting back breaking into a grin again.

"My neighbor who teaches at Roji's school is very close with one of the lawyers at your family's firm. I've spoken with him, and he said he would be willing to help me but he's only an associate, so he can't take a case like mine without approval from the partners. You're brother is senior partner now, right? If you could just get me an appointment to talk to him, a chance to explain myself, then I can convince to let Kakashi work my case."

Sasuke smiled lightly. Again, the blonde surprised him. Even while asking for help, Naruto was still trying to keep the bulk of the burden on his own shoulders. If his friend wanted a chance to talk to Itachi, Sasuke could arrange that. He could arrange much more than that. And he would, because if anyone deserved a small hand every now and then, it was Naruto Uzumaki.

"I'll take care of it."

Suddenly, Sasuke found himself pulled to his feet and wrapped in tan arms. They were nearly the same height, so Naruto had moved his head to the side and buried it in the raven's shoulder.

The funny thing was happening in Sasuke's chest again.

"Sasuke, you are the most wonderful person I have ever met."

"Don't get so excited, dobe. All you asked me to do was make a phone call."

Abruptly, the blonde pulled away. He wasn't looking at Sasuke again, but the raven could see a reddish tint to his cheeks.

"Um, about that, there was one more favor I needed to ask of you…"

So I have decided to make this Yaoi, which is a change from Mad World

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter

No flames

Peace Out