I wanted to post a oneshot today, but then I had this new story in the works... and so many SasuNaru pictures on Tumblr popped up fueling my inspiration... so you all get this new story called MAXED-OUT.
Warning: This is AU to the extreme. Sasuke and Naruto are involved in the music industry, J-pop to be exact c; with a hint of rock here and there. They also go to school (sort of based on Kirarin Revolution). Naruto obviously has some affections towards Sasuke early on, in a humorous way of course, but Sasuke's a bastard. So... you know... Sucks for Naruto. There will be drama. There will be misunderstandings. As always I'll incorperate humor whenever it can occur because that's just how I roll ;D OH YEAH. ALSO THIS FIC IS IN NARUTO'S POV. THE WHOLE DAMN TIME. BECAUSE HE IS ONE HILARIOUS BLONDIE. This first chapter is also short. So... enjoy ;o.
Disclaimer: Derp. Derp derp. I... wish I could own T^T.
And the summary once again: Summary: "Let me tell you something about Raven, aka Sasuke—the biggest prick alive—Uchiha! He's an asshole, a jackass, and a jerk face! He's one of the coldest bastards you'll probably ever meet." I blew a piece of blond hair out of my eyes and leaned back into the chair, 'But somehow I'm still in love with him.' What a world.
MAXED-OUT
Chapter One: Dressed Up
Where is he? Where is he? Where is—Oh yeah, his dressing room.
"Sasuke Motherfucking Uchiha!" I'm pretty sure I nearly kicked the door off its hinges with my kick. Did I care? No. Not really. My fists were screaming to connect with Sasuke's face at the moment and they were going to do just that!
Hinata, one of our many hair and make-up artists nearly jumped out of her skin. She was really easy to scare, you know? Barely had to move and she'd be halfway to Heaven.
Now Sasuke, on the other hand, could see me perfectly in the mirror. I would know because I caught his gaze—the one that clearly spoke: "Fuck off".
Well I won't be doing any fucking off anytime soon, Uchiha!
Sasuke pretty much ignored my presence after that and flashed Hinata one of those fake smiles he threw around like glitter at a party. "I'm sorry for my partner's lack of conscience when it comes to his surroundings. I've been trying to train him but as you can see... He's unteachable."
Unteachable? Did he just call me that? No, wait, did he just insult me? Duh, of course he did. Because he's a prick! A stuck up, good for nothing, stick-up-the-ass, prick!
Dammit, his hair looks sexy today. Damn you Hinata for being good at your job!
All I can do is stand there and fume while Hinata stands there stuttering over her sentences, flashing her lavender eyes back and forth between me and Teme.
"U-Uh... I... I t-think," Oh good Lord she's about to faint. Stepping in right in time before her forehead said hello to the floor, I straightened her up and patted her shoulder with a brilliant smile I had used on millions of fans.
"That was a close one. Nearly lost our best artists because Uchiha has no sense of manners!" Damn, I'm so good at this, sliding in a insult with the undertones of a joke. Someone give me all of the awards!
But Sasuke's such a hard wall to crack. He barely even flinched. Hell, he didn't even look at me. Instead he was glued to his cell phone probably updating his Twitter or flirting it up with his latest girl toy. I swear that man was more of an attention whore than I was—and that's saying something.
Hinata finally seemed to regain some of her sanity seeing as her face didn't look like a white wall. She smiled at me shakily and nodded, "Thank you, Uzumaki-san. I-I should be more c-careful next time."
"Oh don't worry about it! If you ever feel like you're about to pass out, I'll come in and save you."
Sasuke snorted from his chair. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Baka." That's it! I'm shoving my foot straight up that toned ass of his if it's the last thing I do!
"Turn around and say that to my face, you freaking son of a—Uumf! Uuuum! Nnnn!" A hand attached itself to my face, all sweaty and big and... wrinkly. Oh God, it was Jiraiya's hand! Ew! Ew! Eeeeeew! 'Let me go!' My mind screamed as I kicked and trashed against his hold on me. The man may be as old as Mt. Fuji but he had one hell of a grip!
Also, he's the biggest pervert I know...
And our manager...
Yeah, don't ask me how those two mix together. Either way he does a pretty good job at marketing Teme and I to the millions of fans we've managed to pick up over the years. You know, when he's not in the process of seducing his latest lay.
"Oi!" Jiraiya had his customary cigarette hanging out of the corner of his lips with his long white hair actually tied up in a ponytail for once. He looked rather pissed, too. "I can hear your damn mouth all the way down the hall! If you can't remember, you have an image to protect, runt!"
Ugh, his breath smells so nasty! "I'm sorry, Gramps! Seriously!" I struggled and struggled but like I said before, Gramps had one hell of a grip and he didn't seem like he was going to let up anytime soon.
"Sorry doesn't solve shit, kid! Now go sit down and get your face dolled up and your hair poofed up so we can get this show on the road." he pushed me into a nearby chair and planted his hands on his wide hips. "They really don't pay me enough to watch over your brats," and just then he shoved a second cancer stick into that mouth of his.
"Gramps, do you have a death wish?" I cried from my spinning chair. Hinata was attempting to hold me down since she just finished with Teme's hair and make-up but I wasn't making it easy on her. I'll buy her ice cream later.
Jiraiya took out his first cigarette and glared at me, "I do when I'm dealing with you, brat! Why can't you be more like Sasuke?" he pointed over to the raven who was staring at himself in the mirror all cockily and shit, "He's serious, dedicated, and doesn't try to find ways to spike up my blood pressure on a daily basis!"
"So we agree he's a stick in the mud?"
"Shut up and get ready. If you're not done in five I'm firing your puny ass!" he slammed the door on the way out like the over dramatic bastard he was. Jeesh, the man couldn't take a joke! Of course, he couldn't fire me. Not when I was one half to his most popular band under his company's record label. I'll get to that part later.
Anywho, while I was sitting in my chair, lazily scrolling through my Dashboard while I was getting my hair done, my eyes sort of, kind of, happened to land on Sasuke. Not like I wanted them to, of course! I could see him in the reflection of the giant mirror as all! His back was pressed against the wall near the door and he was chatting away to someone on the phone. I wonder who he can even call. Oh right, I forgot, Sasuke was a player despite his cold indifference to pretty much anything with a soul. I thought I was the one who had issues keeping it in my pants, but then there was Sasuke...
Oh God, that man was a beast. And I have all the women in Tokyo who could vouch for it.
Our eyes met after that. And my back instantly straightened. Oh shit, awkward eye contact. What was I going to do? What in the fuck was I going to do?
"N-Naruto-kun! P-Please don't flail around so much!" Hinata said as sternly as she could while I spazzed out like a fish in her chair. "You're going to get burned by the straightener again!"
"Gah, sorry Hinata! I'll try to keep still this time!" Have you ever been burned by a straightener before? It hurts like a bitch.
When I looked back into the mirror Sasuke was smirking all arrogant like and mouthed the word "Idiot" to me before he walked off.
I might have geeked out again.
And then I got burned by the straightener...
"Damn you to Hell, Uchiha!"
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