Hey People! I'm back with a new story!
After I asked you what story from my idea's you wanted, and NO ONE tried to give me a suggestion!! I just simply decided for 'Case Closed!' =D
Anyway, this is set in Spain (my home country), and well yeah, near the area I live. Any words in this Story, names...etc. I'll highlight them and give you meanings at the end of the Story =D A type of glossary.
So yeah! I hope you enjoy a slightly different story with different type Sasuke and Sakura xD
ENJOY!
Case Closed
Chapter 1: Non-suiting Lifestyle
There was the hint of slightest sound as the large object came in contact with the freezing, autumn feeling of Rió Girona. Splashes, gurgles, and a disappearing echo of water spreading roughly across the oh-so calm surface.
Everything died silent within mere seconds, the obscurity of murky liquid having swallowed the in plastic wrapped object, letting it drift within it's cold comfort…
And drift…
…and drift…
Was it an object?
A cold drizzle of water spluttered across the rigid Jeep Wrangler, bouncing off at the near end of the smudged glass and jumping into the puddle of darkened groundwater. The silent 'tap-tap' was a soothing rhythm repeating itself in his ear, as it had something of a lullaby to it, how strange that may sound.
But everything was strange at such nighttime. The bars and restaurants had found their peace, lights flicking off like dying fire, one after the other. But one remained.
And it came from that same Jeep Wrangler.
He was cold, freaking cold, fucking cold, shit he was freezing ice for god damn sake! And to make situations worse, that hard, stone-like seat-cushion wouldn't soften up one bit, just a tad to make it bearable under his rigid and now straight back.
I might as well sleep outside on the ground…more comfortable. He cursed in his mind, but being reminded about how the temperature was already well under bearable nature, he was sure not to survive a rough night outside – not without getting a harsh flu, at least, or freezing to death.
And seeing that this was not of his liking, nor intention, Sasuke decided to turn another time, trying to find some kind of soft spot in that hard, leather-covered seat!!
A hand found rest at the radio buttons, a small jingle of keys, plop, and a knock on the button.
"…been out of work for four years now. Observers say he now works in a Model-"
Clack.
"Don't need that shit now…"
His breath formed a white, smoggy cloud in front of him. He watched the vapor disappear into nothingness, stuck somewhere in this already damp car, and decided a glance outside wouldn't harm.
There was an air of emptiness at first, but as a bright star rushed past, and he knew such star was another four-wheeled vehicle, he knew life was still going on in this area, which was no surprise, for Javea was an always-busy place. Parties, bars, cocktails, fun, beach and friends were what you'd find here. Stuffed up to the brim with people, cheap in the mornings and expensive at night, when all the snobby asses came for their fun-time.
It was a curse; a simple yet harsh curse of ninth Factor (out of ten, understands) in Sasuke's mind, and to all right. What would a calm, silent and smart man like him want in such a place as this?
Work.
And that was all that would bind him. For work, he had to cross this place, no escape. And the girls love it the more.
But back to the actual theme of this story.
If it weren't for the heavy eye-lids, that dropped down every five seconds and kidnapped his consciousness into a world of complete bliss and silence, he would have been home, warmed up by coffee (oh sweetest Americano) and would be in his bed, sleeping like angels on feathers…or clouds.
But this wasn't meant for him.
Damn Tsunade, with her extra long, fucking shootings and those brainless, screeching maggots of Models!
He couldn't help it: born to be like a God (in the opinions of women, at least) he had looks irresistible for anyone. It was his gift, but also curse. But as the saying goes: all good things have something edgy to them.
Sasuke knew his night had died the moment he had turned on the radio and was now, even though knackered, wide awake.
That Coffee machine better do its job, and do it fast, otherwise I won't survive another day…
The doors were flung open wide, swinging back and forth with a slight 'creek' audible. As the wind fanned all near, an angry looking man marched his way inside.
"Uch-"
But he ignored the Secretaries request, going towards the lift, jabbing the first button in his view – knowing it would lead him to desired place – and watching as the doors closed peacefully with a 'ting'.
With mere seconds passing by, another 'ting' was heard, the small feeling in the stomach vanished and Sasuke was now able to exit into the room.
"Coffee…" He muttered as he passed by a few co-workers and marched straight through a glass door, which couldn't be seen through.
"Uchiha Sasuke!" Came the authorized, strong and especially loud (the type that gets stuck in your ear, ringing like hell) voice of Sasuke's…well what? Boss…
Mesmerized to the spot, for being partly in pain, he turned ever so sluggishly, darkening eyes as hard as steel clashing with those of his boss.
"What…" he hissed commandingly.
"Those photos were meant to be printed yesterday! Why aren't they out!?"
"Isn't that obvious?" His face stayed untainted, unmoved, "Because they haven't been printed yesterday." He was just about to turn anew when he heard her growl.
"Wrong answer…Uchiha!"
His head flung over his shoulder, he said, "What, this was a quiz show? Sorry, wasn't prepared."
"Print them. Now."
"Oy, I'm the photographer, I don't do the printing."
"Don't mess with me" Her voice now turned a slight hint deeper (if at all possible) and he knew that kind of tone – don't mess with her, or the hospital will see more of you than you'd like.
Her eyes in a deep frown and her sharp canine playing with her lower lip, she awaited his response.
"Alright. As soon as I get coffee." He turned and marched.
"Sasuke, we're-"
"Give. Me. Fucking. Coffee. And. No. One. Will. Be. Hurt…" He murmured without turning another time, causing Tsunade to jump back a little in shock.
"Hurry." And she left the restroom.
"…perfect!" He heard a loud, chirpy and most likely (no, definitely) belonging to a female – he could guess which.
"What's perfect, Ino?" He questioned coldly as he entered the shooting room with a cup of coffee.
"Your how-manyth is that?" She asked, a delicate eyebrow of hers arched.
"Don't ask." And before Tsunade could give a comment of complaints and impatience, he flung the photos, packed in an envelope, at her, "Here, satisfied?"
"We'll have to see to the managers for that. If the newspapers and that are happy, that is." She took a quick peek over the shots and then retrieved them, placing the envelope safely in her pocket, "Now listen to Ino, she's got an announcement."
"What? A new boyfriend or something this month? Fifth one?"
"Shut up, Uchiha!" She flung her blond hair behind her back, folding her arms, "We have a new stylist."
He slurped down a bit more of the coffee, "Weheey, that took you time." He rolled his eyes in nuisance.
She huffed, "Well, you could have helped but decided not to! May I mention. Anyway" She rolled her beautiful blue eyes as well, turning her head slightly over her shoulder in direction of Tsunade, "a friend of mine has just moved here. She was stylist in Los Angeles, she's very good, trust me. She said she'd take the job."
Sasuke quirked an eyebrow in disbelief, his lips still touching the edge of the mug, "Why quit there to come to a place such as this?"
"Oy, that's her private stuff." She shrugged, "Thing is: she's good, very good. And we've got a stylist. Her qualifications are excellent, so no complaints!" The woman turned with her flashy handbag and hanging hat (one of these French one's, if slightly different) and walked over to a specific door, having a 'Make-up' sign hanging over it.
"Prepare." Tsunade muttered, earning a confused look (if you could tell by those unreadable features) from the Uchiha.
But the squeals, squawks and high-pitched giggles told it all.
"Shit!"
A bunch of curvy, sexy and loud models entered the shooting area, dancing across the floor with their long, pretty legs; hair of different lengths and colours - all in direction for the same man.
"Sasukeeee"
"Gah Sasuke!"
Blah blah blah... Sasuke's eyes stayed emotionless as he watched them gather around him like ducks swarming over bread flung into their territory. All had their eyes righted on him, laughing, asking, giggling; all desperate for his attention.
He sighed.
Attention, turned to him: not his thing. Not at all. But he couldn't help and smirk tauntingly when it came to all those hot girls. They had the perfect stature: big bosom, sweet asses, somehow pretty faces, if most times clogged in make-up, and well, they we're taunting pretty much themselves.
"Ladies, ladies, we need to work here?" He spoke, pushing a few of them a little back, "We wanna save those pretty faces on Pictures, after all."
They all squealed anew, but moved away as he pushed his way through the crowd.
The raven haired spike head just exited and was about to go get his camera when he saw another stature standing in front of him – the shadow surrounding his body.
She stood there in a waiting fashion, bored somehow, expectant and surprised, even though that wasn't really shown.
His obsidian eyes scanned up, coming to view of wonderful, long and thin legs decorated with black boots, clad in a mini-skirt that tightened around her hip, meeting a viewable, flat stomach and belly-button and then wondering to a full cleavage, clad in a short (as in up to the stomach), yet long-sleeved, woollen jumper. Her arms were crossed delicately, and her face was one mocking one.
Green.
He fell into a pool of shining, sparkly emerald eyes, so deep and passionate as he had never seen them.
And understand, his facial expression never changed throughout this encounter, he stayed cold-eyed.
She had red lips, plump, and an astonishingly magnificent face.
A Beauty-queen.
One hot shot…
"Didn't know we had a new model around." He stood up straight, quirking an eyebrow as he smirked at her.
"Save your compliments, Sonny." Voice as sweet as sugar, rushing inside your ear as perfectly as melting butter in a frying pan – and she was as hot, if not hotter, "Get your job done." And he could have sworn there was a tiny piece of a smile that had spread across her lips in the fragment of a second.
Wow…annoying bitch, don't we have enough of those around? He thought, still smirking.
"Oh sorry, you're the new stylist?"
"Aha."
"Name?" He watched how her curly, cherry-pink hair lay softly over her shoulder and fell to the small of her back.
"Dream on, Sweetie."
"Wait, ain't I the one to call you sweetie?"
"Don't try charm me, won't work." She winked, then turned and left in direction of the Make-up room.
"Like her?" A giggly voice echoed in his mind as Ino stood next to him, a good head smaller, pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself.
"Gosh, do I seriously have to work with her?"
"She's not like the models around here, Sasuke, she's of different wood."
"Got that. Thinks she's a goddess!"
"Sakura's her name, by the way, Haruno Sakura."
Sasuke pocketed his hands, "This is gonna be a day." Rolling his eyes in, partly amusement, partly annoyance, he walked over to his professional camera, grabbing it, swinging the ribbon over his neck and preparing the right options on the menu.
She was definitely good at her work. The models had the most vivid designs across their faces, and others looked so completely natural, as if the beauty had been engraved into their visages. And with the hair swirled and swung all over the place, with those incredible designs of Ino that they wore, the shooting flew more than easily across the stage.
"Little bit more to the right." Sasuke muttered, kneeling down and taking five shots, "Up, no, further, yes, sexy look please or this won't work. Perfect." Another few shots, "Turn the wind on" He quickly looked to his side and the fan was turned on, "not that hard!"
Another few shots, and the model left. Sasuke stood up, viewing through the snap-shots as an arm found rest on his left shoulder.
"Not bad."
Surprised, Sasuke turned his charcoal eyes in direction of the intruder of his work.
That girl again…
"I'm a professional, babe."
"I see. You should try another angle." And she walked off.
His eyes widened a tad, in disbelief of course, and he let the camera sink.
And just as he had thought that was it, the woman turned around with a delicate swirl, "Oh, by the way, don't call me babe, sonny."
"Did that woman seriously just tell me how to do my work?!" He gazed at Tsunade intensely.
"She worked with true professionals, Uchiha, she's got experience."
"And I have no patience for this shit." He rolled his eyes, "Come on, lets get going!" He called as the hyper models trudged through the door and prepared for the next scene.
The sun faded behind its see-through layer of dusky clouds that were bathed in the softest tone of orange and red, decorating the transforming sky.
"That's it, then, for today." Ino slumped down on a nicely cushioned seat to her right, resting her arms on either side, "I'm knackered!"
"What? From standing around?" Sasuke raised the edge of the mug to his lips, the hot steam rising up his nostrils pleasantly.
"Oh Uchiha shut up!!" The blond rolled her eyes in distress, "Like hell do you know what's going on behind the scen-"
"Alright! Okay! I was kidding! No need to hold endless speeches!"
"Alright, Uchiha, Yamanaka" Tsunade entered the small restroom and gave both workers a stern look, then she raised one of her delicate eyebrows, "where is Haruno?"
"What, the chewing gum head?" Sasuke's tone already darkened at the mentioning of her name.
"Is here" Came the honeyed voice, echoing through his ears like soft beats of a drum.
Sasuke reluctantly turned, viewing the woman with her taunting smile, but he simply gave her a cold look, "Ah, sneaking around are we?"
"Work is done for today, you may go home and have a break!" The boss interrupted, who was desperate herself to feel the softness of a bed underneath her stiff back, and especially didn't need an infinite argument between these two, "Except for you, Uchiha."
His eyes clashed with hers, and they were as hard and dark as ever. Underneath those orbs, feelings of anger and impatience boiled up, but Sasuke awaited her order.
"I want you to work on those pictures together with our other editors on the computer. They need to be finished off by tomorrow morning."
"Do you seriously think I have no life?" Came the low growl.
"Not much of it if these aren't finished by tomorrow. Good luck, and sleep well." With a simple wave of her fingers, she smiled and disappeared outside the doors again, her high-heel footsteps clacking into silence.
He was out for his ninth mug that day, or night, whatever. Filled to the brim with the boiling water, mixed with aromatic coffee and softened up with snow white milk.
"I would place it more to the right, so that those flowers can be seen." He commented as he looked over the shoulder of some random co-worker Sasuke had.
He lolled his eyes as he noticed the time, demonstrated in front of him on the computer screen, and then saw the movement of the co-worker, who was, obviously, a newbie.
He was just about to let his frustration get the better of him when a small hand touched the mouse and manoeuvred around gracefully with light, quick movements. Sasuke rose an eyebrow ever so slightly, being satisfied with the results.
"That'll do?"
Kill. That. Voice!
"Yes." He muttered, checking the pink haired woman from head to toe again.
Her glistening eyes shimmered at him, added with a small smile, "Have experience in such, from my-"
"Old working place?"
"Correct." Another smile, taunting smile. How many times now had he thought that this oh so lovely day?
One of her locks played with her cheek and was half swung over her eye.
"Where was that, then?"
"L.A." She turned and left the computer room.
Sasuke followed, "Where exactly? Some name?"
"What's so important about that?" She stopped her move and gazed at him.
"Nothing. Pure curiosity." He smirked.
"I feel honoured, to be of interest to the infamous Uchiha." She straightened her head and marched towards the door, "Well then, Sonny, needa go." And her voice ended in a chant immediately stuck in Sasuke's mind like the image of a beautiful woman (depends what exactly is defined by beautiful), "Sleep well." She added, tearing him out of his fantasies, "At least I hope you'll find some."
Join me in my bed and I'll definitely find some nice sleep…
Sasuke touched his head, shaking it slightly as the woman diminished behind the door, only her silent footsteps echoing through the near to empty halls of the model agency.
Gosh, what's wrong with me these days?
Preview:
There was a moment of silence that followed. Both men stared at each other, one intently, in eagerness for the right answer, the other…confused, unsure, as if arguing with himself, although that stayed hidden from the outer world.
"Shikamaru, this isn't my beer anymore."
"It is, it's beckoning you for crying out loud!"
"I'll see."
The detective stopped his next speech, "You're thinking about it?"
"I said I'll see, nothing more." The raven haired man entangled his locks and left the cooling room with a sigh, heading straight up the stairs to the entrance.
Okay, first chapter done then :D Glossary!
RIO GIRONA: A river near my house, quite big, flows through quite some towns and cities. (I live at its mouth XP) Full of fish most of the times, always loved by fishers.
JAVEA: Speaks for itself in the story: town here in Spain, VERY loved by teenagers and well yeah, party people. I doubt there is a Model Agency around, I've made that up!
So yeah! How did you find the first chapter? What's up with Sasuke and that radio thing, ey? And what is Shikamaru on about? And Sakura seems to be mocking Sasuke.
By the way, to get any confusion away before hand: Sasuke is Japanese, so is Naruto, Sakura is half Japanese, she's also half american. The others, erm, Ino is French most likely xD Yes, mixing nationalities!
PLEASE, PLEASE, please REVIEW! As others call it: R&R! C'mon! you'll inspire me! Reviews will fuel my writing and make updates hopefully longer and quicker! Especially seeing as I'm in school stress, I need motivation! SO LEAVE A REVIEW OF ANY SIZE AND I'LL REWARD YOU SOMEHOW! xD