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"But it's complete bullcrap! No one else I know has to do anything like that!" Obito was filled with rage at the unfairness of adults towards defenceless teenagers.

"It isn't 'bullcrap', its life experience. And you'll get paid for it." Admittedly this was true but he wasn't going to let her realise he was slipping a little.

"But I hate people!"

"You don't have to like people, you just have to pretend to like them." He stared at her.

"Wow aunt Mikoto, you are twisted."

"I am just like everybody else."

"But why doesn't Itachi have to get a job? He's not that young."

"He's only eleven! And you're fifteen so you're the only one the right age for this." Obito started banging his head against the wall. It hurt but it did make him feel a little less frustrated. "Stop trying to give yourself brain damage. Look, I know you don't want to do it-."

"I really don't want to do it."

"But it's a favour for a friend. He needs some more permanent help anyway so it'll only be for a few weeks while he's trying to find someone else. Please Obito." Then she started using her killer finishing move. The puppy dog eyes.

"No! Stop that! You heartless fiend!" He closed his eyes in the hope that the effect would be lessened but when he opened them again, she had leaned in closer and started pouting with it. "Ok! I'lll do it! Just please stop looking at me with those adorable eyes!"

"Yes! I knew I could count on you." And she happily left the room to phone her friend, leaving Obito alone with the crappy reality TV shows and a deepening sense of doom. With an air of resignation he retreated upstairs to his cousin Itachi's room. Although younger he was surprisingly intelligent for his age and he often ended up helping his older cousin. Itachi looked up from the book he was reading.

"Did you manage to get out of it?"

"No." He groaned and fell onto the bed and buried himself into the assortment of pillows. "Why does everything suck?"

"You never know, you might like it." Even Itachi sounded unsure saying it.

"Thanks for trying but I highly doubt that."

"You might not even be on the counter though. You might be in the store room or stacking the shelves."

"Don't get my hopes up like that. In a shop that small there's no way I can avoid dealing with the general public."

"Oh… Well… At least you'll get money?"

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up but I just feel like shit. Do you think screwing things up on purpose would work?" Itachi raised a brow.

"That might not be a good idea. Mum and aunt Kushina would be pretty angry."

"It's not even Kushina's shop anyway. It's just some guy Minato knows. I have no clue who he is but he's probably a major dick!"

"Hiruzen Sarutobi."

"Who?"

"The guy you'll be working for."

"I'm never going to remember that! It's way too long. And how do you know his name?"

"Mum mentioned it yesterday."

"Oh. Damn, Itachi you know everything." If his cousin wasn't also nice he would probably hate him.

"Not really…" He even looked embarrassed.

"And you're adorable! God you got all the good genes. I bet you won't have any trouble but if anyone does give you shit on Monday let me know." Itachi was only just starting at Obito's school the next week and Obito was determined to protect his adorable cousin.

"Ok…" Itachi could look after himself perfectly well but he wouldn't tell Obito that. He liked his cousin despite his weirdness and if being over protective made him happy then he'd humour him. "I think Shisui is in the same class as me."

"Ahh that's ok then. Just make sure you avoid Ibiki and Anko though."

"Aren't they your friends?"

"Yes, but they are also certifiable. Rin's ok, but the other two are sadists so don't let them try out any of their weird mind games on you."

"Mind games?"

"You don't want to know." Obito shuddered.

"When do you start that job anyway?"

"Ugh. I have to go in tomorrow so they can show me what to do. It's gonna suck royal ass." Obito did have a tendency to be over dramatic but that was just him.

Mikoto was just lucky that he was such a good person and nice enough to do things for her. At least his uncle Fugaku never made him do that kind of shit. Although he knew it was only temporary, to someone as young as Obito, the idea of a short time of work felt like forever and he could feel his nice lazy evenings at home slipping away.

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Obito scowled at the shop sign across the street. It just looked plain evil from its hanging flower baskets by the doors to the sweet displays that lured children in to their doom.

"Why are you scowling like that? Are you constipated again?" His aunt could be loud at the worst times and the group of people a few metres away from them started sniggering.

"That was one time and I was only six! What's wrong with you, you sadistic female?!"

"It's maternal concern you ungrateful brat!" She slapped him round the back of the head and he glared at her. "Now shift ass, we don't want to be late."

"Ok! God!" It was generally best to comply with her wishes in one of these moods. She had been known to frogmarch them down the street and he wanted to avoid this.

It wasn't massive inside this shop but there were quite a lot of things in there, mainly food but also random tourist junk like postcards etc. Behind the counter a boy with white spiked hair and a partially covered face was reading a book. He didn't seem to care that people had entered the shop.

"Need something?" He didn't even need to look up from the book and it was kind of creepy.

"Um…" Obito looked at his aunt for help and she rolled her eyes.

"Is Hiruzen in? I bought the new part-timer." Without looking away from the book he leaned over and pushed a button that rang a bell somewhere at the back of the shop.

When the old man had been in and introduced himself, Mikoto left and he was alone with these strange people. Hiruzen at least seemed alright.

"You'll just be doing general things like the counter and shelf stacking. You'll be doing your shifts with Kakashi. He'll show you how it's done." He pointed over to the white haired boy known as Kakashi who momentarily looked up.

"You want me to deal with him?" The horrified tone just annoyed Obito.

"I've got other things to do and Asuma and Kurenai work different shifts. You'll be on together so you may as well get used to it." This seemed to be a warning and Kakashi looked away.

"I suppose." From the look in his eyes it seemed that was the last thing he wanted to do and Obito agreed. The guy seemed like a pretentious asshole. After Hiruzen disappeared to the back room, Obito sat on a chair next to Kakashi for a few minutes in awkward silence.

"So… aren't you going to show me what I need to do?" There wasn't much else he could do while he was here.

"I don't see the point if you're not going to be here for that long." His uninterested tone just pissed Obito off more.

"But I should still know what to do if I'm going to help you." He could feel his mouth twitching as it always did when he was annoyed.

"I don't need any help, I can do it all myself."

"Then why am I here?" If the whole reason for him starting the job was to help this asshole, it seemed a bit stupid if he didn't want help.

"The old man insisted. Just sit quietly and try not to touch anything." Kakashi was so arrogant that the Uchiha had to restrain himself from punching him.

Even though he didn't want the job in the first place he didn't like this guy's attitude. It was ok for him to not want to be here but having this guy hate him made him want to stay just to spite him.

I'll show him. Obito stood up and casually walked over to one of the shelves. He was aware of the other boy watching him but he chose to ignore it and started straightening out all the shelves.

"What are you doing?" He looked round as if surprised.

"I just thought these things looked kind of crooked so I'm neatening them up."

"I did them yesterday." His voice sounded like he was struggling to keep his cool.

"Oh? Well you just sit back and relax and I'll sort them." He even managed to add an air of condescension into his voice to further annoy. Although funny, he did get bored of this after about half an hour and went back to sitting down next to Kakashi. Although not before pulling his chair away a little so he wasn't as close.

It was so boring he started playing with the calculator and spelling out classics like boobs and the more advanced boobless. Even this lost its appeal and so he decided to take it to the next level. He grabbed a few tins of soup from the shelf and started arranging them on the counter. Although Kakashi was pretending he didn't notice, it was obvious he was watching out the corner of his eyes.

Ha. He won't be able to ignore this. Picking up a few pencils, his makeshift drum kit was complete and he began testing it out.

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" He tried to sound innocent but the fact that he was almost laughing kind of ruined it.

"You could damage the merchandise."

"Don't be such a killjoy." He resumed drumming until Kakashi was forced to put the book down and confiscate the 'drums' and 'drumsticks'. Now he was at least looking at Obito. It was a look of hatred but it was acknowledgement at least.

"What the hell is your problem asshole?"

"My problem is people like you."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Annoying, lazy and stupid."

"You don't even know me!"

"I've seen enough." Kakashi went back to reading his book whilst Obito was seething.

Stupid, arrogant prick! I'm not surprised people keep quitting this damn job if he's always like this. The last hour was crushingly slow and when Hiruzen thanked him for his help and said he could leave, he couldn't wait to get out of there. When he finally got home to Mikoto sitting in the front room he threw his bag onto the floor and just shouted out randomly. As this was a normal thing for him she didn't seem to notice.

"Nice time at work?" Mikoto was still looking at the TV.

"Well I found out why everyone keeps quitting."

"Oh?"

"My co-worker is a prick."

"You mean the nice looking boy at the counter?"

"How do you know he's nice looking? Half his face is covered!"

"True, but the parts you could see were nice." He actually face palmed at the stupidity of his aunt.

"He's an arrogant prick and he told me he didn't want me there."

"That wasn't very nice." Although she answered him she didn't take her eyes off the TV. She was watching her favourite cooking show and so it was easy to tell what she was looking at.

"Are you fantasising about that German guy again?"

"Why would you think that?" She still didn't look over and so Obito retreated up to someone who would listen.

"Itachi!" His cousin was currently playing with his younger brother Sasuke and both of them looked up at the whining. "My co-worker is an asshole!"

"You shouldn't say that word."

"Shut up Sasuke, you know what it means." His cousin was a manipulative little shit at times. "Anyway what do I do? I want to punch him!"

"You could use it as an excuse to leave."

"I don't want to." Obito pouted.

"But I thought you didn't want the job?"

"I'm not leaving and giving him the satisfaction! I'm gonna piss him off!" When someone told him not to do something, it made him want to do it even more. It did make him easy to manipulate at times.

"But-."

"He shall rue the day he insulted me." The two younger Uchiha's shared a glance. There was really no hope for their cousin.

I've wanted to try a story with two co-workers who hate each other since reading Samejima-Kun and Sasahara-kun and I really wanted to do another story with these two so here it is :3 I'm not sure how good it will be but please review and tell me what you think ^^