Uzumaki Naruto stood centre stage, ending another one of his famous songs. His large audience sat in absolute silence, but do not mistake this for boredom. In fact, they were completely enraptured by the concert ending Naruto was giving them.

"Come the day you're mine,

Come the day you're mine.

I got plans for you, Baby,

And Baby, you're gonna fly!"

As the last note escaped his lips and there was an explosion of lights and special effects behind him, the applause that followed nearly drowned out the blaring trumpets and other jazz instruments. Naruto bowed deeply and gathered the roses and other various trinkets (he pointedly ignored all bras) that crowded the stage. When he finally made it backstage, he was greeted by his manager, Inuzuka Kiba.

"You were great, Kid!" Kiba cheered, putting his arm around Naruto's shoulder. He ignored it when the blond removed him none too gently.

"I know I did a good job Kiba, I always do. You don't have to keep telling me what I do best." Naruto sniffed, looking down his nose at the brunette with red markings on his cheeks. "And you're as old as I am, Kiba. Don't call me 'kid.' "

Kiba's eyebrow twitched, but he forced a grin. "Don't be like that, Naruto. We're friends, right?" Naruto muttered a soft, "Barely," so the brunette dog-lover cleared his throat quickly. "Anyway Naruto, you have an appointment with Hatake tomorrow at 17:00."

"Ugh, with that pervert? I doubt that man is doing anything for my modeling career…unless I was trying to meet Hugh Hefner, that is." He looked over at his shoulder at Kiba pointedly as he brushed past the other man.

"Naruto, you haven't had a modeling job in a while. Everyone wants that new kid, Hyuuga H…well, whatever her name is." Of course, he knew the girl's name (who wouldn't?) but he wanted to comfort Naruto as best he knew how. Both young men grimaced as they thought of the girl who supposedly has it all: the beautiful face and hot, curvy body; the personality; the soft gestures and voice; the innocent, yet fierce looks when asked. She was everything a modeling client could want.

'And everything a modeling agent could want.' Kiba thought with bitter envy, looking on as Naruto waved away a bowl of ramen because it was not miso and, more importantly Kiba supposed, because it did not have "exactly eighteen pieces of shimp mixed in." He sighed as his client acted like a diva as always. If this guy was not so famous, no one would even consider working with him. Perhaps that Hyuuga kid still needed someone to be her manager-

"Kiba!" Naruto called.

Great, he needed Kiba again. Probably out of frustration for all the "idiots" that surrounded him. It should not be too late to switch to Hinata. She was still a rising star, after all….

"Kiba!"

The sigh returned. "Yes, Naruto?"

"Come here! I need you!"

When Kiba arrived at Naruto's side, the blond looked up at his agent from his favourite chair. The latter blinked and resisted the urge to jump back in surprise. Naruto's azure eyes expressed a vulnerable concern that Kiba had not known the diva was capable of.

"Do you really think this Hyuuga girl is any competition for me?"

Kiba paled. What he could tell Naruto? What he wanted to hear or the inevitable truth? He settled for the latter. "Well, to be frank Naruto, yes, I think she is."

Just as he feared, Naruto's eyes narrowed and there was no time to save face.

"You're supposed to say no and that you have faith in me to pull through this crisis! You honestly think that girl's a threat?" Before Kiba could even think of repeating his earlier statement, Naruto cut him off. "Get away from me!"

"Naruto, I don't really-"

"GO! NOW!" Naruto turned away from the manager, silently stating his resolve on the situation.

Kiba sent a death glare to the back to the yellow head. Soon he gone, taking his beloved puppy Akamaru. The only indication of his whereabouts was a note of registration given to Naruto's regular hair stylist.

Hyuuga Hinata.

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Uchiha Sasuke was late to work.

Again.

'Dammit!' He thought as he ran through the building. This was not a good way to get back on Nara-san's good side. He whipped past various "Hello's," but mainly the air was filled with "Watch the fuck out! Damn new guys…."

"Sorry I'm late, Nara-san!" Sasuke cried as he burst into the large office. "I was held up by traffic. See, there was a-"

The man behind the gigantic, shiny mahogany desk sighed. His name plate read: Nara Shikamaru. "Okay, stop Uchiha-san." The bored statement effectively cut off the recently promoted intern. "You're beginning to sound like that photographer, Hatake, whenever he works with one of our clients." Sasuke noticed the lack of an honorific for the older man-who had yet to make it to his appointment, by the way. The "new guy" bowed deeply.

"I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Nara-sama. I promise it won't happen again."

A deeper sigh sounded. "You say that every time Uchiha-san." Sasuke opened his mouth, but closed it again in shame. "Listen Uchiha-san, you were not called in here to be chastised for your tardiness record-although that really is troublesome. I want you to go to Tokyo, Japan. Uzumaki Naruto has lost another agent in the past week and I want you to convince Uzumaki-san that you can be the replacement."

Sasuke knew that his jaw dropping open was extremely rude, but he could not help it. "Uzumaki N-Naruto, the famous singer and model?" He almost smiled at the highly-ranked job until he remembered one crucial fact. "Wait, he doesn't get along with any of his agents. None of them have ever lasted for longer than a few weeks at the most."

"Yes, he is a…difficult case." Shikamaru looked as if he wanted to say something else. "However, I believe you'll be able to…reign in his personality. If anyone can tame him, an Uchiha can."

Sasuke still was not so sure, but he decided to give it a chance. Hell, the worst that could go wrong would be Naruto proving to be too much for the raven and Sasuke had to return to America.

A wide smile spread over the Uchiha's face.

"I'll do it."

Shikamaru blinked with badly concealed boredom. "Alright then, here's your plane ticket. You leave in the morning."

Sasuke had to stop himself from snatching the envelope. After weeks upon months of running errands, filling people's coffee cups, dealing with pompous idiots who never even got noticed, finally, finally, he was slapped in the face with a big assignment. Sure Uzumaki Naruto was a bit of a challenge, but the petite raven used to embrace challenges before coming to this agency company, and he could surely learn to embrace them again.

"Thank you, thank you, thank-" Shikamaru quickly cut off the younger man's ecstatic showing of gratitude by shutting his office door. He had barely gotten started on his work again when his door was slammed open again to reveal a none-too-happy Yamanaka Ino.

He sighed. "What do you want?"

She humphed and sat down sourly in one of the chairs Shikamaru reserved for those he called into his office, making sure to sit so heavily the chair nearly broke-anger added pounds to any slim and beautiful figure. She simply glared at the brunette in front of her until he sighed again.

"I can't fix the problem if you don't tell me what's wrong." He stressed the last word in frustration. The blonde woman always managed to stress him out right at that time of the day when all the man wanted to do was sit and lazily watch the clouds go by.

She shrieked, "You let Sasuke have the guy I wanted! I worked my butt for you for years, hoping to get Naruto-kun. That irresponsible Uchiha waltzed in only a year ago, and you let him have the most desirable guy known to mankind…? Not that Sasuke isn't a little cutie himself on occasion." She flicked her long platinum blonde ponytail out back in renewed annoyance. "You might as well have given the job to," she seemed to choke on the name as she said it, "…'Billboard-Brow' Haruno Sakura!" She fell back into the chair and Shikamaru found himself vaguely wondering when she had leaned forward in the first place. He sighed. Why must women be so difficult?

"Listen Ino, no one in the building liked Sasuke." He saw Ino open her mouth and quickly cut off her interruption. "With the exception of you and Sakura on occasion. I only let him have the job because of his prestigious family. So I shipped the guy off to Tokyo where no one here would have to deal with him. Besides, Sasuke's not going to succeed anyway, and when he doesn't, he'll be fired for incompetence and you can have Naruto-san. Fair enough?" At this point, he would have said anything to have the girl leave his office and give him some peace.

Ino giggled at first because she wanted the job and a chance to get close to the brightly burning star, Naruto. However, she suddenly stopped and gasped. "How dare you!" She shouted, hitting her boss over the head. Shikamaru did not understand why he let her get away with things like that. "You can't fire my future husband!"

"I thought Naruto-san was your 'future husband.' "

"No, he's my sexy one-year-stand. Sasuke's my hubby." Ino clarified as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. Shikamaru rubbed his temples, rolling his eyes at the fickle and troublesome ways of women.

A/N: Please review and let me know what you think! XD And before you guys say anything about it, I know Sasuke and Naruto are a little OCC in this chapter (and probably in spots throughout the story), but they will be IC in other situations concerning each other. I promise!

So long!

~theflawintheplan