Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Naruto. I also do not own the lyrics to "Smack That" or "Hot in Here." I don't own a fashion or purfume line. I don't own a toy company. I don't own a night clup, nor do I own a porn magazine company. :D

A/N: Wow. I was unaware that a few people were actually waiting for this fic to be written. xD Anyways, this fanfiction was a plotbunny that I took from my good friend, tenshi She writes MUCH better than I do, and um...well, I hope she enjoys this. And I hope you all enjoy this too! A few things before we start.

This fic is rating M for safety...I'm not sure if it'll really get to that rating, but I'm just playing it safe.

This fic IS AU. No ninja-ness. It is also an OOC fic, though I promise to not make everyone TOO OOC.

So, before I go off into my own little world, let's begin, shall we? Enjoy Chapter 1, and leave me pretty reviews Because I love them.

Here we go!

It's Called Icha Icha

Chapter 1: Fugaku's Will - You've Got Porn!

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Flip. Stare. Laugh.

Frown. Sigh.

Flip.

Smile. Sigh. Stare.

Flip.

Uchiha Sasuke flipped through his family's photo album with graceful fingers. He was twenty-three, rich, handsome, and gifted in the intelligence department.

And the last of his two parents was gone.

Uchiha Fugaku. He was a famous man. Famous for the many businesses he ran. Famous for Uchiha Incorporated. The Uchiha Family owned a range of businesses, and now the entire corporation was in the hands of himself and his older brother.

Mikoto. It was a clothing and perfume company, made for and named after his wife. After she was killed in a horrifying car crash, Fugaku hired a few extra helpers, and ran the business himself.

Icha Icha. Sasuke really didn't understand this company. It was a porn magazine, and very popular. It had been handed down to Uchiha Inc. after it's previous owner, Jiraiya, got too old to run it. By FAR, Icha Icha was the biggest industry the family owned. Sasuke found that quite...creepy. But it was what it was. And that was that.

Itasasu Toys. Their parents created the toy company a year after Sasuke was born. Their parents named it 'Itasasu'...a combination of both his and his brother's name, Itachi.

Mangekyou. Mangekyou was the hottest night club in the city of Konohagakure. It was just recently re-designed, and it's popularity was increasing. Sasuke even heard that celebrities were reserving dates to attend the club. It was a mystery as to how it wasn't as big as Icha Icha.

And there was more. Small businesses. But Sasuke didn't take the time to reflect on them all. He focused his attention back on the photos neatly tucked into the album.

The door to his parents' office room opened, and a young man, older than Sasuke, stepped out, leaning against the frame of the door.

His hair was long and black, much like Sasuke's hair color (of course, Sasuke's hair was a lot shorter, spiked in the back, with his bangs hanging around his face). His eyes were the same color as Sasuke's as well. However, his face was leaner, a little more femininely sculpted. Two creases in the man's skin dragged from the inner corners of his eyes, to the sides of his cheeks, though it only seemed to make him look more handsome and defined. He wore a black polo-shirt, with a red and white fan symbol on the collar. The Mikoto symbol. It was printed on all of the clothing made in the company line. The sleeves were long, and they were left uncuffed. He had a red tie on, with black stripes, that went well with his black pin-stripe pants, and black shoes.

"Sasuke," he said in a deep, smooth voice.

Sasuke stood up, and dusted his own solid black pants. "Coming, Itachi."

He was tall, but not as tall as Itachi. They weren't freakishly tall, mind you. In fact, it was the height that many women admired. And women admired the Uchiha brothers indeed.

Sasuke was the first to enter the dully lit office, with Itachi close behind. It was their father's office, and the place where a copy of every file of every business was kept. It was also the place of a copy of something else.

Fugaku's will.

Itachi sat himself in the leather chair behind the oak-wood desk. Sasuke took a seat in the maroon-cushioned oak-wood chair on the opposite side of the desk. Itachi took the thin-rimmed pair of classes sitting on the desk and put the on. He needed them when reading, for his eyesight had been getting bad about a year ago. Sasuke had suggested laser surgery, but Itachi refused, saying that it wasn't necessary.

After the glasses were in place, Itachi scanned the paperwork on the desk, and pointed to a piece of paper. He turned it around for Sasuke to read, and the younger of the two leaned his chair in to see what it was, though he already knew.

Fugaku's will. His father's will.

"The only names I see here are ours," Sasuke commented, getting a nod from Itachi. The elder picked up the will and turned it to face him, so he could read the document.

"It says...Summer home in Suna goes to me. Summer home in Kirigakure goes to you. The cherry blossom orchards go to you. The waterfall and the gardens go to me."

The list went on and on, as Itachi read out who got what. Sasuke half-heartedly listened, only taking note of the things that he was inheriting. He wasn't all that focused, and he expected Itachi wasn't either. Not on the day of their remaining parent's funeral.

No, both brothers weren't in their top shape today. They wouldn't be for maybe a while. Sasuke glanced at his brother, still reading the list. Itachi was closer to their father...there was no doubt that the death hit Itachi more than it did Sasuke himself. Yet Itachi pushed it aside, and did what he had to do. He took charge, and made sure that all of this business mess was settled.

Sasuke gave a small smile. Itachi was forever stronger than he was. It was a trait Sasuke wished he had.

Sasuke was thankful for Itachi. And as the only family he had left, he loved him as a brother should.

"Did you get that, Sasuke?"

Sasuke's eyes widened his body flinched as his mind returned back to where he was. In his dad's office. With Itachi.

"Pardon?" Sasuke asked. Itachi shook his head and sighed.

"I swear, Sasuke. You lack listening skills. This is important stuff you need to here."

Sasuke merely nodded.

"Anyways," Itachi began to repeat what he had been saying earlier. "As for the businesses, some of them are going to be sold, and some are going to be closed. As for the bigger ones, I'm entitled to Mom's clothing and perfume line, Mangekyou, and that Toy company. There are a few others...but I'll get help for those."

"And me...?"

Itachi smirked at the amusing thought. Sasuke didn't like the look, and frowned.

"Nii-san."

"You've got Icha Icha," he said with a chuckle.

Sasuke processed the thought for a moment. Then he sat up, with a disbelieving look on his face.

"No. No way. You're lying, that's bullshit," Sasuke said in an irritated voice. This only seemed to amuse Itachi more, as his dark eyes seemed to dance behind his glasses lens.

"I'm not kidding you, Sasuke. Dad left you with Icha Icha."

"No, he didn't."

"You've inherited the porn magazine company."

Sasuke stood up.

"That's crap, Itachi!" he exclaimed in a frenzy. Itachi held back his laugh, and handed his panicked sibling the piece of paper.

"Read it for yourself."

Sasuke immediately placed the paper under the bright light of the desk lamp, and scanned over the contents. He eye's widened, and he let out a groan.

Icha Icha Monthly Magazine. Previously owned by: Jiraiya. Current Owner: Uchiha Fugaku.

Inherited from: Uchiha Fugaku.

Inherited to: Uchiha Sasuke.

Sasuke's jaw dropped.

"What?! Whyyy?" he whined, shoving the piece of paper back to his older brother.

"I would rather the fricken' toy company than that porn crap," he scowled. Itachi let out a rich laugh.

"What's wrong, Sasuke? Scared of a few naked females? You know, a lot of guys would love to be in your position," he said calmly with a grin. Sasuke practically threw himself back into his chair.

"Like you?" he mumbled with a pout.

"Hardly," Itachi answered, the grin still on his face. "It not something I'm interested in either, but somebody has to take it over. Dad trusted YOU with it."

"But I-"

"Sasuke," he interrupted. "I won't trade with you. I don't want half of what I've been handed either, but for our father's sake, I respect his reasoning. Stop being greedy, and take what you've been handed."

Ouch. As always, Itachi knew exactly what hit could and would hit Sasuke where it'd hurt.

"This sucks," the young Uchiha muttered.

"It's quite amusing to me," Itachi said with a smirk.

Running his fingers through his dark, Sasuke leaned forward in his chair. His elbows became propped on his legs, and his mouth rested on his hand, which were interlaced with each other. It was a sitting position the younger man was well known for.

There was nothing he could do about this now.

"Give me the documents, then."

Itachi nodded, and sorted through the papers on his desk. Sasuke noted how Itachi didn't look like an office kind of guy. It didn't look natural, his brother sitting in a dimly lit room, with a pair of glasses, sorting through paperwork. Itachi seemed more like the freedom type of guy. The type of person that did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He wondered if Itachi thought the same.

With a whispered, "Ah-ha," Itachi grabbed the documents and paperwork for Icha Icha, and handed them out to his younger brother. Sasuke took them, and looked them over.

"I've already set up a meeting for you to meet the workers. There's already a personal assistant hired, but I advise you get someone to be a 'Second-in-Command'. I'm technically just that, but I'll be busy with the other companies."

Sasuke nodded, as he looked over the list of stores that sold the magazine, though not paying much attention to it.

"When's the meeting?"

Itachi leaned back in the chair.

"It's scheduled for tomorrow at ten in the morning," he replied, with a sly grin.

Sasuke gave his older brother a glare. Ten? In the morning? Uchiha Sasuke did not wake up until 11:30am at the earliest. No exceptions. And Itachi KNEW that.

"I really hate you."

Itachi's grin broadened.

"I love you too, brother."

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It was quiet in Uchiha Sasuke's room. Until...

8:30am.

'-ack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, Ooooh Oh, looks like another club ba-'

Sasuke slammed the first button his fist hit on the radio alarm. GOD, that song was annoying. What the hell the world coming too, having such lyrics? It was ridic...

Zzzzzz...

9:00am.

'- girl, I think my butt gettin' big! Oh It's gettin' hot in here! So take off all your clothes I am. Gettin' so hot. I wanna take my clothes off Oh, It's ge-'

SLAM! Sasuke hit the button again. For Heaven's sake, what kind of radio station was this?! His fingers searched the clock until they found the tuner. Then his hand flew back under the navy bed sheets.

Zzzzzz...

9:30am.

'RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!!'

Sasuke jumped up faster than a bottle rocket, a look on his face to show clearly that he was scared shitless . Shaking a bit, he turned towards the alarm, which seemed to be the source of the...whatever the fuck it was. His head pounded at the terribly loud guitars and drums in the background of the screaming...this wasn't music! This was horror movie crap!

He quickly turned the tuner again.

'It just takes some time! Little girl you're in the middle of the ride. Everything, Everything will be just fine. Everything, everything will be alright. Alright.'

Sasuke sighed. At least THIS was a decent song. He turned off the alarm, and rubbed his eyes, letting himself fall back onto his pillows. He sleepily glanced at his clock, the digits glowing a bright orange.

"I gotta call Dobe," he half grumbled, half slurred. He gave the clock as second glance.

9:34am.

"...SHIT!" he exclaimed, jumping up once again. He climbed out of his bed, and ran to the bathroom. No time to make his bed!

Not that he EVER made his bed anyway.

This whole running a business thing...it was going to be tough.

A/N: How was that? Don't fret, Sakura will appear in the next chapter. So will Naruto, and a few other characters. :D A note to those who read Earlier Than Expected: I haven't even STARTED the next chapter. But I have been thinking about what to put in it. You've gotta understand, that I can't write without motivation and inspiration. For me, that stuff comes in chunks at a time. So whenever it comes to me, I'll get started on it again. I'll keep my promise on finishing it, I swear. However, my motivation has just been in other places. Like this fic, and my Eureka Seven fic.

Back to this story. x3 Did you like the first little chapter? I hope so! If you did, or even if you didn't, please leave me a review! I take praise, ego food, constructive criticism, and virtual prizes. -smiles- I just don't take flames. D: They make me sad. And hey! If you give a review, your name goes into the A/N of Chapter 2! ...and I'll give you plushies. o.o You want the vitual plushie You want to leave a review

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