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'Beauty In Photography'

By: GaaraFox

Idea: Came to me in a dream

Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot

I always knew, I always felt that there some sort of… for the lack of a better word, "spiritual connection" between us. You got on my nerves, and I got on yours, but hey, isn't that what friends are for? Times with Naruto and Kakashi… they were the greatest… yes, yes, I'll actually admit that. Besides, it's time I start acting like the adult I am… don't give me that look, you know I can be just as responsible as anyone.

I stood in my two bedroom apartment, letting my eyes fall; wonder across the room. This place is a mess, I thought. Maybe I should just start in my room… I dragged my feet to the end of the hall, stared up at the door; it stared back. My eyelids half open; my eyes hazy; body temperature: cold. I turned around, and looked at the other door, a sign written on it. "Keep out: DOBE!" Heh, how could I've forgotten? This is my room… I walked in, my guard completely down, my excitement: through the roof! …Eh, who am I kidding…?

When I came to my bed, I sat down, and stared at the fans that occupied the walls. I was quite pride of my clan, and there was an extra bed in this room for brother to sleep in whenever he comes to visit, which is, every so often.

I turned my head to the left, my eyes fell on a four drawer dresser… wood to be exact; spray painted black, of course. I looked down to the very last drawer, my hand reached out to pull it out… I hesitated for moment. Do I really have the time? Of course I don't. So I reached for the drawer again, this time landing my hand on it, and then slowly pulling it out… just clothes… but underneath the clothes… I took out every piece of fabric, until the bottom was bare, then I peered at the top left corner, and put my finger at the end, and lifted. The entire bottom came up to expose another bottom, but in between the two pieces of wood, was a journal… my journal, to be exact.

:Chapter One:

'Step 1: A Small Dose of Paranoia'

I picked up the journal, set it on my lap, and unlatched the lock. Heh, too bad it broke years ago… stupid Itachi…I flipped through the pages, every so often I'd come across familiar words such as: the, and, if, was. After that, I flipped to the very first page, and began…

Dear Journal, At the time, I thought it sounded more "grown-up" then just "Dear Diary".

I never thought I'd be writing in a journal… it just seems… I don't know… weird… But when my family and I went to the market the other day, I couldn't help but looking in its direction, and when I finally picked it up, mother asked me if I wanted to buy it, even though I don't know what possessed me to say yes, but whatever...

I jumped up at the sound of the phone ringing. At first, it took me a few minutes to take in everything, but after I realized that the phone isn't going to stop ringing, I should answer that... I walked back into the living room, tripping over boxes; I then headed to the kitchen, where the phone was mounted on the wall.

"Hello…?"

"Hey Sasuke-kun, are you almost finished?" I looked around the room…

"Yeah…"

"Good! So you want to get something to eat?" Maybe I should…

"No… I have too much work to do…"

"Oh, ok… are you feeling good? You sound sick-"

"I'm fine, just tired."

"Oh alright, well, I guess I'll see you later… bye, I love yo-"

"Bye." And then I hung up the phone… to be honest with you, I really didn't have any sort of grudge against my wife… it's just I can't talk to her right now… not after last night… not after that… night mare… I mean, everyone knows I'm Konoha's top photographer. I take picture of models, scenes from movies, holiday events; you name it, I've taken it… except for one, of course. I've never taken pictures of people, after they've been murdered. I just, I just can't.

But last night I had a dream - a nightmare - that I was taking pictures of Sakura-chan, and her murderer… I couldn't go back to sleep, not after that; my mind kept racing with the images and thoughts that I had in the nightmare. I even remember the house, light blue on the outside – two story – on the inside, wood floors, the scent of oak lingering in the air, and the scent of murder…

I knew I had to face her eventually… we were married after all, and she was one of my models. That's right; she wanted to go out to eat before shooting… damn. I sighed. Too late for that... I grabbed my bag, glanced one more time at my filthy apartment, and left.

Super Star Studios

I looked up at the tall building, who would've thought that one day I would be head photographer? The head honcho? The Boss? The man..? I smirked at the last one, and headed into the colossal building, checked in with the lady at the front desk, and headed to the elevator.

Halloween was near, so I had a feeling that we'd be shooting in room 666. They're so stupid… I thought. Am I the only one who's serious around here? My mind drifted to the second best photographer around… Shino… now, he's the one person who had my respect. He was serious, always did his job, and he had an eye for the camera. Of course, my eyes were better. Heh.

My top model was Sakura Haruno, a.k.a. Sakura Uchiha. Shino's top model was Ino Yamanaka, a.k.a. Ino Yamanaka… I chuckled. But of course, she was dating one of our top male models, Shikamaru Nara… yes, yes, I know what you're thinking, but hey, we liked him for his laid back attitude (except when he starts griping).

I snapped out of my thoughts when the elevator stopped, opening its doors to let me out. The hallway was cold and barren; no one really goes down here anymore, except when Halloween rolls around. I walked slowly down the corridor, glancing on top of the doors at the numbers. 664, 665, 666… here we are. I stop and look up at the tall wooden door, hearing voices on the other side. I slide my right hand into my pocket to retrieve the key for opening the door. Inserting the key, I turn it, then pull it out, but before I could put my hand on the knob…

Sasuke.

The hairs on the back of my neck jump up, and so do I. Looking over my shoulder, I feel a wave of paranoia wash over me. My ears are ten times more sensitive, as I take in every sound that bounces off the walls. The floors creak, mocking me in a way, laughing… Hahaha, what am I thinking? Floors laughing at me? I really need to stop being so paranoid, honestly!

"Sasuke-kun! You're here!" I scream at the sudden volume change, and at the sudden contact with my face on the floor. Obviously, I was leaning against the door, and when Sakura-chan opened it, I fell.

"Ahahaha! Sasuke screams like a girl!" Ino teased.

"Shut-up Ino pig!"

"What'd you call me forehead!?"

"You heard me!"

"Are you calling me out!?"

"You bet am sister!"

"Oh that does it!"

Shikamaru sighed, "How troublesome…"

"That's it! That's it! Stand just like that! Great! Perfect! You're a star baby! A star!"

"Kiba, what are you doing? You don't work here!" I said standing up.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I just wanted to invite you to a party on Halloween! Everyone's invited!"

Sakura and Ino jumped at this, and then started squealing. Wow, the things I'd do for some Advil right about now…

"Here." Shino said walking in, from a break I suppose, offering me just what I needed.

"Wha-?"

"I can tell from your facial expressions…"

"Hn." I swallowed to small pain killer, and looked around the room. "Looks pretty good." Costumes of all sorts were off to the side, while in the middle of the room were different backgrounds. One featuring a haunted house, an other had a few pumpkins while real pumpkins were there too, and so on. While at the end of the room, we had a green background for any special effects we'd like to have instead of just a plain old scene. "So what have you got so far?"

"Come back over here, and I'll show you." Shino led me away from the cameras and backgrounds, and to a corner where a few small TV's were set up to examine the photographs.

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"I can't wait! I wonder what we should wear!?" Sakura jumped up and down excited.

"Hmm… well, witches are so first grade, so we have to think of something else…" Ino pondered.

"Sexy witches!" Sakura screamed.

"Oh my god, Sakura! You are genius!"

"Oh my god, you guys are so annoying…"

"What'd you say Shika-kun? Hm? Would you like to repeat that? Because you might just find my fist in your mouth!"

"Women are so tr-"

"Shut-up!"

"…" Why are women so violent? –Sigh-

"So Sakura, are you doing anything later?"

"Yeah, Sasuke-kun and I are supposed to go house shopping, so we've both been packing and getting ready for a new home!"

"Aww, that's so sweet, you're so luck you're married." Ino put a little emphasis on 'married' because she wanted Shikamaru to hear. He looked over, and she waved, while flashing an 'innocent' smile. He glared back, then sighed and looked away.

"I think he's catching on!" Sakura whispered.

"Yeah, I know! Isn't that great?" Ino replied, whispering as well. The girls giggled.

Super Star Studios – Later

"Alright ladies, and gentleman, that's it for today. So you may pack up your things, and head on out."

"Finally…" Shikamaru sighed, grabbing Ino's arm as they walked out.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing!? I wanna say bye to Sakura! Bye Sakura!"

"We have to hurry, my mom told me to bring you to dinner with us so that she could meet you, and if we don't get there on time, she'll cut my head off or something." She's so scary…

"Bye Ino!" Sakura waved as they left the room and headed for the elevator.

"Bye." Shino said as he silently packed everything and left, leaving Sakura-chan and I. I glance over at as she changes back into her normal outfit, feeling myself turn red, I look away. I guess she noticed, because after that, she giggled.

"It's alright Sasuke-kun, we're married! So we could run around naked in here if we wanted to!" Oh really?

"Don't give me ideas Sakura-chan."

"Oh? And what if I do?"

"Then I just might have to punish you." I smirked while she giggled again. Turning back into my serious mode, I pack a few more things away. "Hey, Sakura-chan."

"Hm?"

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick, will you be alright by yourself?" She gave me a look that stated 'duh', so I left my bag in the room, and walked into the hallway.