Photoshoots

Summary: Ikki is a teen who looks like Naruto. On the other hand, there's this guy Miguel who just transferred to his school and is much of a clone of Sasuke. How can a photoshoot made by Ikki's sister bring them together? Or... will it? Yaoi!

Warnings: None really... some swearing, little violence, fluff, attempt at humor, boys love... the basics xD

A/N: First of all, this thing came at random for me. I've written for like four or five years and this is the most... 'intriguing' piece of crap I've ever made. I wanted to write something about Naruto for my first posting on this site but any ideas were hitting me... then BANG! This thing got stuck in my head and I just had to write it. Oh, and sorry for such a long speech... you may read the story now, lol.

For the first and last time, the disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters. If I did, Sasuke would kidnap Naru-chan for his own yaoi selfishness and Deidara would most likely have Sasori and Tobi-chan fighting over him... so yeah. Me no own. And ah, I don't own Microsoft Windows Seven, either... though I don't know if I'd want that.

Naru-chan's Journal – February 13th, 11:37AM

First day of school~! I'm so excited I coudln't sleep. I kept on wondering about how it would be – to see some old friends, some new ones too, plague the teachers with pranks... just the usual. Well... of course it'd be even nicer right now if I had gotten decent sleep, what as I said before didn't exactly happen. A nap wouldn't do me bad... there's yet more than an hour before school. I'll update later with my day ;D

Ikki sighed contently, clicking his notebook into shutdown – normally he'd just hit that on/off button, but Windows Seven had its cons too (he'd almost killed himself when he left the computer sleeping for a whole night). He jumped on his bed that was thankfully close and closed his eyes, forcing himself into sleep. When he woke up a few minutes later – okay, so it wasn't just a few minutes later: when he looked at the clock it read 12:57PM – he had three minutes left before the school bell rang. He could live very near the building, but it wasn't enough – he couldn't take a bath, wear his clothes, comb his hair and wear his lenses in so little time. But he still had to try. He quickly picked himself up and took a record time shower, drying himself with a towel and wearing his clothes. He picked up first his black boxers, then he wore the white school shirt uniform and orange pants that he bought especially for that day – not too tight, not too baggy (his sister shoved some 'fashion sense' into his mind). He then wore white socks and put his white tennis on before he picked up his blue contact lenses (he wasn't born with the sea orbs he wanted) and put them on. He did his hair in no time before he picked up his cellphone, keys and backpack before sprinting out of his house, runnning down the hallway and mentally cursing his sister for not calling him before.

When he finally reached the school, he kept running – he wanted a few minutes to spare before the teacher came in, even if it was the first day of the school year and those lazy teachers didn't really make them do something. He reached his classroom quickly – last one of the hallway – and stepped inside with a deep inhale before he spotted his friends and walked to them. "Yo there guys!" He was greeted back with little energy from his friends. "Oh, c'mon! I've got some good pranks I've got to put into practice, and I need some help." One of his female friends jolted up from her seat. "I help!" Named July, she wasn't the oh-so-caring high school girl – she was the devil impersonated, as much people liked to say. And she liked it. "Great!" Ikki put his backpack on the table beside July and sat down, stretching his arms high up his head.

It would be such a great day.

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Call it luck, call it bless, call it whatever you see fit – Ikki just never got caught while pranking. For a first, on the middle of the class, the teen asked Lucy to go and talk with the teacher, do anything to distract him. She did so and when he felt it was safe, he picked up the teacher's pen, got it wet with Super Bounder and glued the thing to the desk. He quietly went back to his place and gave his friend a thumbs up – she broke up her conversation with the teacher and walked back to her seat. The old rag of a teacher sat back down on his desk and tried several times to pick up his pen – fruitless tries. ''What the..." At that, the other students looked up at him and saw the man's tries on getting back his pencil. He was letting out some very strange curses while the class burst into laughing – and anyone pointed Ikki as the villain.

The next pranks were put into practice with the other teachers at random, and again, anyone told just anyone that who did it was Ikki. Really, what a great day!, he thought in glee. When it was time for lunch, Ikki ran over his sister's classroom to call her up and piss her off. "So why didn't you wake me up?"

"Aww, sorry Naru-chan. You were so cute sleeping I just couldn't do it." Naru-chan was a nickname his sister had put on him. You see, the guy was exactly like Naruto from the series. Tall, lean and slightly built up, with a light tan to his skin and gosh, the face was just the same. He even did something to his hair to make it blonde, spiked it up at every possible angle and used contacts. The only thing he didn't do was to put the whisker marks on his cheeks. That'd be too poser., he thought. "N- N- Naru... Naru-chan, look over there! Just what the hell...?" Ikki lifted a brow before looking at the direction his sister, called Victoria (or Vick-chan as he'd likely say), instructed him.

There it was – it wasn't Super Man, it wasn't Batman or Robin, or even Brad Pitt – it was Sasuke. It was damned Sasuke. And if it wasn't, it was a very well done cosplay – same lean body structure, same pale skin, the black eyes and duck-butt hair. Even the cold stare, for God's sake! "Naru-chan! We've got to have a word with him!"

"Eh?!" Before he knew, Ikki was being pulled by his sister until the two of them faced the stoic Uchiha-ish guy. "Hello there! Do you watch Naruto?" The teen made a low 'hn' sound with his throat, taking a fast look at the girl and an even faster look at Ikki. "Wow, so cool! You look like the original Sasuke! What's your name?" Ikki could faintly see a twitch on the other's lips, a twitch wanting to tug down and form a scowl. "Miguel."

"Nice! I'm Victoria and this is my brother Icaro. So coool, now we've got both Naru and Sasu here!" Little did the two know that the girl's mind was working on some very damning yaoi content, way too explicit to expose here, mind you – T rated fic, remember?

The talk ended just as soon as it started – the bell had rang again and they had to go back to their classrooms. Ikki hadn't noticed but he shared the same classroom as that Miguel guy. At some points, he glanced at the duck-butt headed teen but saw nothing really interesting. The guy seemed like a statue, not really moving much during class. By the end of the school day, Ikki quickly stepped out of the room and ended up beside the raven. "So... Sasuke's cool and overpower and all, but are you a stuck-up bastard like him?" Miguel turned his head to face the hyper teen, being put against a shiny white smile much like the real Naruto's. "Yup." Ikki's smile turned into a thougative pout as he eyed the monotone teen beside him. "Really?" Miguel lifted a hand and pointed at his blank expression. "What image do you get? Dobe." The nickname made Ikki's eyebrow twitched. "Teme.", he spat back. He fiercely turned his head away from the other – he really hated people like that.

Oh, he had just the impression that their relationship would be much like Naruto and Sasuke's. He just wished he didn't end up kissing Miguel in some kind of accident. Or killing him. Killing was bad.

When he got back home, he jumped the shower again and after that he got back to his computer. He flipped it open and started it. Dammit, this takes hell to load! Ikki swore; someday he'd send Bill Gates an e-mail with some very colorful language and try to hack into one of his computers to shit up his 'hard work'. When the thing finally loaded, he entered his Journal to type something newer. It was jut one of his habits – he was an open book when it came to routine. And he always described it as if it was a super-hero's story, something really interesting (what normally was not the case, since routines are, well, routines).

Naru-chan's Journal – February 13th, 18:49PM

Today was really fun! ...except the part I was late and had to run like hell to reach the gates before they closed. You know, I enjoyed it a lot though – even if I was really pissed at nee-chan for not having me woke up in time. The teachers were as always – fell into my pranks just like usual and they made my day xD. But you know, there's this Miguel guy there – he looks sooo much like Sasuke! The putrid part is that he's like him on the acting way too. He dared to call me dobe! How could he do that?!

What can I say; war is starting. I'll haunt him even in his dreams to get him go crazy – I'm pretty good at that, should I say. Miguel-teme... prepare yourself, you will suffer at my hands! *evil laugh*

With a smirk, Ikki saved his text and got his computer to shut down flipping it closed. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

Okay, pretty short but it's just the prologue so please forgive poor me. One more thing, english is not my mother language so even using it for around five or six years there should be lots of mistakes. Please tell me what you think, both about the story and about my 'the book is on the table' english :D

Review and I'll send you cookies, but flames can and will be used to torture a bottle of Coke! Next chapter should come out soon! Ja ne! :3