Star-Crossed Worlds
.;;: Chapter One: Do You Know Who I Am?:;;.
"Sasuke!" the blonde said yelling after his best friend, "Slow down teme! We'll make it in plenty of time."
Sasuke wasn't listening he had to get there before his manager did, if Kakashi was already in the meeting then Sasuke knew he was beyond late. He had to hurry or his manager would give him yet another lame, unneeded speech again and it's always the same one; "When life takes a turn…". Then he'd say some other stuff he doesn't mean. It was always the same thing with that guy; if Sasuke's late he gets a speech and if he's late he was helping an old lady cross the street. He's lied so much Sasuke's starting to think that guy actually believes his tall tales.
Sasuke ran through the building and didn't stop until he reached the oh-so-familiar glass door which all the meetings concerning Sasuke were held. He composed his-self and pushed the door open.
The room had stormy grey walls and red carpet covered the floors; it had a lightening and darkening effect on the room. But that was hardly noticeable when the walls were covered with large hanging photos of all of its artists and gold records were showered throughout the room. Of course what really took his attention away way the view; an entire wall made of glass (basically a window) overlooked the city. If he was a different person he would have smiled even grinned but he was Sasuke Uchiha, he was a rockstar.
"Good morning Sasuke," the men and women in the room sang in unison.
"Hn." He had barely noticed them when he came in, and wasn't all that interested in what they had to say. He turned his attention to them and waltzed over to the long table the people were gathered at; he took his open seat at the head off the long table and sat with his usual bored posture.
A girl about twenty rushed up to him from the far corner of the large room, "Would you like anything, Mr. Uchiha?" she said with a smile that relayed what she truly meant. She meant anything.
He waved her off and looked at who was facing him at the end of the table, Damn, Sasuke thought, Kakashi beat me here. There goes my entire afternoon.
"Sasuke, you're late," Kakashi pointed out with a gleam in his eye, "You have to keep in mind that the world doesn't wait for you just because your famous, or because your good-looking; time stands still for no man and if you would ask me my opinion…"
You'd say the same damn thing you told me last week at five o'clock in the morning you perv, Sasuke thought bitterly preparing to zone off. Kakashi was the only one in the room that would complain about him being late, besides the fact that Sasuke was hardly late for anything in his entire life; the rest were either afraid to speak because he could get them fired, they were trying to figure out ways to get his autograph for a relative or too star struck to even bring it up. Then again Sasuke was used to this by now; he was treated differently his whole life because his dad owned Uchiha Enterprises the most successful company in the continent.
"But that's not the point right now," Kakashi finally finished about ten minutes later, "We are here to discuss you now….," Kakashi shuffled through some papers and emerged victorious with a specific file in hand, "Your record sales are steady, but we need a new album to keep you on everyone's mind. You need to stay relevant."
The group of mindless tools agreed, "Oh, yes relevancy is the key."
Sasuke disagreed, how relevant could he get? He has over 50 fan clubs and that number is steadily rising with others breaking off to join other presidents' reign. Everywhere he goes a paparazzi is tailing him, or some chick is trying to determine his address. Even today he was in a car chase; and he was being chased!
"I disagree, that album just came out five months ago," Sasuke objected not breaking eye contact with the man in front of him, "An album is not the way to go, if I keep trying to write lyrics every minute I'm going to get burnt out then I'll sue you for abusing your client's well-being." Kakashi's face fell into a grin.
"Now Sasuke a lawsuit is a bit much even for you don't you think?" Kakashi replied uneasily. Kakashi hated getting sued and he knew Itachi'd find him the best damn lawyer there was; a lawsuit was not a thing to joke about with this man. "Maybe a whole new album isn't the right path right now…"
I thought so, Sasuke thought smugly.
"I agree, not the way to go," the group around them murmured scratching out what they had just written down a few moments ago. They had no opinions they just wrote down whatever that joker said.
"Television appearances, series guest star, and collaboration with other artists. The list is steadily growing Sasuke. Oh and you need to do some charity work, I already have you down for planting trees two weeks from now; you know to save face," Kakashi said reviewing the other sheets of paper.
"Planting trees? I never planted anything in my entire life," Sasuke said taken aback.
"Never say, never Sasuke you can always change," Kakashi continued, "Oh and we need to find you a love interest, preferable someone famous-those fans of yours would kill her if she wasn't…"
What?
When did his personal life come up for discussion; that was their agreement when the silver haired man became his manager, his personal life wasn't to be tampered with.
"Hell no, I'm not your puppet and you can't-you won't have anything to do with my personal life. Do you comprehend? Is that clear?" Sasuke snapped sending his manager a preferably cold glare. "If that's all—"
Sasuke stood up shaking with anger, he'd held it in this entire time and now he was ready to burst. It would only take a feather tip the scales—
"Please calm down Sasuke, I meant no harm only that having a love interest would keep some of those relentless fans of yours at bay. I'm only thinking of you Sasuke," the man said with such sincerity that Sasuke almost considered it.
No, he thought, there is more to it than that, what is this moron playing at.
Though he wanted to leave, Sasuke sat down to finish this meeting, "Any other bright ideas." Sasuke raised his eye brows his words soaked in sarcasm.
"Well to show off your star power, we'll have you preforming or sharing concert with another idol, you know making appearances and such together in public places, eating at restaurants etc.,etc."
Sasuke nodded that seemed simple enough, "Who am I doing this with?"
"You'll like this pairing very much, trust me."
Sasuke scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Who?" he asked flatly.
"You can see for yourself they'll be here in a few hours to discuss the ah-arrangement. In the meantime find something to do and take that idiot out of here," Kakashi gestured to the glass door were Naruto's face was smashed up against it. "Does he know he's in public? Anyway be back at five o'clock the manager of our new friend doesn't play around; you're either here or they walk."
"Aa," Sasuke nodded. He stood and left the room.
"Sasuke-teme I'm hungry," Naruto pouted as they made their way to Sasuke's 2012 458 Ferrari Italia convertible.
"And? Who am I your mother?" Sasuke replied coolly, "Go and whine to Hinata."
"You owe me sustenance after sitting out in that waiting room for almost an hour!" Naruto grumbled rubbing his stomach and trying to make a puppy-dog face but instead just looked like he had diarrhea.
Sasuke opened his car door and slid in his crimson car and Naruto followed suit, "I didn't ask you to wait out there, it was your own fault for not coming in anyway."
"Please, if you take me I won't beg you for anything ever again, pinky swear," Naruto said as Sasuke's engine purred to life.
"Whatever you better not eat too much either, I'm not sitting through another speech just because you got sick and I have to take you to the hospital just so they can give some gas relief medicine and I have to suffer through the hours it takes you to relieve your-self."
When Sasuke pulled back up to Lightening Records v.i.p parking lot he rushed out of the car, Naruto on his heels and shoved the front door open. There were fan girls trailing after them and would soon catch up to them if they weren't careful.
Sasuke only had two minutes to get into that building, before he was late and this time it was Naruto's fault. He had ordered everything on the menu twice and took his sweet time eating it.
If I'm late Naruto is so dead, he ran onward without stopping, he was not ready for another lecture.
Sasuke hadn't really been paying attention when he bumped into someone and they both collapsed on the ground.
"What the hell!" Sasuke snapped pulling himself up.
"Aren't you going to apologize!" the person he had knocked down said struggling to stand.
"Me apologize for your stupidity? I don't think so," Sasuke made a move to get up when a hand shot up grabbed his wrist.
"Excuse me but if I remember correctly you were the one running like an idiot," the stranger said, "Pardon me if I'm old fashion but shouldn't a gentlemen be the one to apologize to the lady first."
Sasuke turned to look at the said girl with an angry 'get your hands off me' type of glare, until he met two shining amber eyes gazing back at him. He knew who she was, I think anyway.
He looked her over; she had long waist length silvery-white hair and a caramel toned skin color. She didn't look like some ordinary girl, he knew she wasn't; she was way too attractive to be ordinary. This girl belonged on a cover of a magazine and probably was on dozens of them already.
"Do you have an eye problem?" the beautiful girl asked.
He hardened his heart and gave her a glare that would have sent many in the shadows to hide. She didn't budge just stood there. They had an all-out staring contest until Naruto ran up to them and said, "Hey, Sasuke we have to-Oh helllllo there, I'm Naruto Uzumaki."
The girl let go of Sasuke and turned instead to his blonde companion, "Pleased to meet you. I'm—"
"Yahime Akairi, the famous singer. My girlfriend loves you, I have to say I'm a fan of pretty girls," Naruto grinned like a hyena; in the process stealing Sasuke's thunder.
Sasuke rolled his eyes at the two. And she smiled brightly back at the smiling idiot.
"Thank you, I always love to hear when others like my singing as much as I do," she replied with a charming giggle. "So, he belongs to you then, Naruto?" she said the happiness draining from her face as she returned her gaze to Sasuke barely acknowledging his existence.
"Sadly yes, he's my best friend. Oh sorry about him knocking you down by the way, he's not used to having to apologize to women, they just through them-selves at him; I don't know why though he's nothing to sneeze at," Naruto continued, "He's a bit ego-centric at times. You'll have to excuse his caveman like ways."
Sasuke scowled, Caveman?
Yahime glanced at her watch, "Try to keep an eye on your little friend please; he's a bit of a trouble maker."
She spoke as if he were a child and did not matter; Sasuke wasn't used to this kind of thing. Usually he wouldn't get mad but how did she not know his name? Everyone knew his name, he made women fall on their faces just to get near him and he made guys question their sexuality. He wanted know if she knew him or not; he knew her, it is only fair.
He shook the thoughts away he was losing it, when did he care if others knew his name. Still—
Yahime turned to leave toward the main lobby and Sasuke grabbed her hand, "Do you know who I am?"
"But of course Uchiha, I have to know every artist that's worth mentioning. And I used to think you were but after seeing your male ego in full bloom, I must say; I am not a fan." Yahime Akairi snatched her hand away, turned and left.
Sasuke scowled after her, well at least she knew of him. Now this is war!
"Sasuke," Naruto said with a smile playing on his lips.
"Hn." Replied Sasuke and they too fled the scene.