A/N; Holaa (; so I'm redoing this story, because as you all know, the last version sucked. I have no doubt that this one will also suck. But at least its better.
I adore you all for 100 reviews after only 8 VERY short and pathetic chapters

Naruto was seated in the middle of his dirty small apartment, it was nothing special. A few bugs crawled around and ate from the left over Ramen and takeout cups. There were holes in the walls and some sorta pipe leaked. But it was what the blond called home. He was slouched over, his pen tapping his lower lip as his bright blue eyes scanned the Job ads in the local 'Konoha Star'

"I need something decent.." He said allowed to himself, as he scratched out 'personal trainer'

"Something that doesn't require a lot of work…" the pen left a dark line across 'Gardener' and 'construction'.

A large grin came across his face as he read the words 'Pool boy', A small chuckle escaping his lips as he did a small dance on the carpet.

"Pool Boy? That's defiantly a job for me! I CAN WORK ON MY GORGEOUS BODY!" He shouted the last part out causing his neighbor to knock on the thin walls, yelling something inaudible to him.

"YEA YEA, YOU'RE JUST JEALOUSE," He shouted back, crawling across the carpet to bang on the wall while he did so, before scampering back and rereading the small article.

'Need a male to clean our exotic pool, no training required since any idiot could do it. Preferably 15-20 years of age, please call…'

Narutos eyebrow rose, then a large fox grin spread across his lips. "Must be some middle aged lady wanting a sexy teen, we'll have a heated affair, her husband will be suspicious, but wont find anything out, then one of his kids would spy on us, tell their father, which would lead to a brutal beating, and the moving away of the family." His grin had slowly died down the further he went into his fantasy, and was having second thoughts about calling.

"..At least I fit the description." He muttered, "Male, 16 and DAMN SEXY." He laughed. It was never weird for the boy to talk to himself, since he had lived by himself for over 5 years. After Kakashi and Iruka had left Boston for Japan, He was able to convince the old lady who owned the building to let him have the flat.

Naruto reached for the phone, turning it towards him and staring at it intently before pressing the 'Talk' button and holding it to his ear. It rang, obviously. And soon enough a dark voice was on the other end.

"Uchiha residence, Itachi speaking." The voice sounded bored and cold, making the blond shiver and delay his voice.

"Hello?"

Naruto gulped before speaking in a shaky breath "Hi, I'm Naruto Uzumaki, I found your ad about a job…"

"Hm, Yes," The man on the other end sounding happier already. "Well, come by for an interview as soon as possible…2:15." He said, sounding as if he was smirking from the other end. "5378 WhiteFan Ave."

"Oh.." Naruto looked around before looking down at his stained shirt, he lifted an arm and sniffed as he replied. "Okay…I'll be by at 2:15 then.." His voice sounded absent, since he had gotten up to look around his room for something to wear, not that he was stressed he had plenty of time.

"Are you sure you'll be able to make it?" Itachi said, "It is 2 on the dot right now."

The blond froze, his arm half way to grasp at a shirt on the counter as his eyes drifted to the clock.

Shit.

"Yes.. That'll be fine." His voice came out fast and unsteady as he now rushed to get a new pair of pants, unbuttoning his own and almost tripping as he slid them off his feet.

"I'll see you then." The man said, his voice holding amusement as he stayed on the line just a second longer as Naruto fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Oh that's just dandy." Naruto grumbled into the dirty carpet before standing and continuing to get ready

A/N; I know I know, not much of an improvement. But at least its longer!