Meh, well, I hope you like it. If this gets good opinons, I'll continue it. Otherwise, I mightn't bother. Because well... If you've ever tried writting a fanfic, you'll understand.
Disclaimer: Noooo! He stole them from me. Really, he did. You don't believe me? Damn.
Warnings: SasuNaru/NaruSasu... And I'll see for the rest...
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Sasuke looked around the crowded hall, leaning against a wall. He watched the people move around the passage, eyes wandering past the various faces, not one of them catching his attention.
He was waiting for a client, and the man was late. He'd give him ten more minutes before leaving, and that was being kind. It didn't matter how bad the idiot's life was, that didn't change the rules. Policy is policy, after all.
He but his briefcase down, and leaned his full weight against the wall. As he put his head back, he winced slightly and put a hand up to his neck to massage a few very sore places.
"Damn idiot..."
He hated having to be there. Couldn't his brother have made the appointment in the Uchiha building? Sasuke could take care of his business perfectly fine, he had a secretary and all. But noooo. The bastard had to mess with absolutely everything his little brother did. And the said little brother, in turn, felt like murdering his older brother in a very vicious unpleasant way.
Sighing, he let his eyes wander again. Nothing worth looking at, really. He watched two women as they started a heated argument. He couldn't hear what about though.
Loosing interest almost instantly, he watched as a blond man talked animatedly to some respectable businessman. Strangely enough, the businessman was smiling. He wondered how the blond had managed such a feat. It was a general rule that any person in need to see a lawyer would be annoyed, scared, grumpy... And generally unpleasant in the utmost. But this guy was almost laughing!
He was distracted from looking at the blond as the fight he had been watching before got worse. He could now hear the girls' voices clearly above the general hubbub.
"How many times do I have to tell you, you idiot?!"
"What do you mean? I'm always the one that has to remind you about absolutely everything!"
"How can you say that? I'm the one who got you here. I'm the one who helped you all along. And don't you forget it! You're an ungrateful bitch, that's what you are!"
The blond, along with the rest of the people in the place had now noticed the fight. It was hard not to actually. The Uchiha just watched disapprovingly, thinking about the rules his older brother, Itachi, had forced into his head. One of them was that you should never show bad internal relations to clients. It would make them doubt your capacity to help them. These two didn't seem capable of finding proper insults, let alone help anything...
Sasuke was surprised as he saw the blond quickly leave his client to go break up the fight. He spoke to the girls in a low voice, and the two brunettes quickly started to look very much ashamed.
That guy's got some nerve... his client's going to be furious if he doesn't come back soon... Right on queue the businessman's forehead started to crease, making a frown appear, plain as day.
A sob suddenly broke into the raven's thoughts, and he looked around to see the two girls beg forgiveness from each other for the horrible things they'd said and done. Having accomplished his task the blond hurried back to his client, laughing, and probably complaining about his colleagues.
The two girls walked away together, laughing as if nothing had happened, and the blond and the businessman resumed their talk, the frown disappearing to give way to the previous happy expression.
How intriguing. This really was a strange office. Forgetting to keep track of the time, and unconsciously giving his own client a lot more time than he had initially planned on, Sasuke continued to watch the object of his interests.
The blond had tanned skin and brilliant light blue eyes. He was wearing a dark suit, which, whilst fitting perfectly, didn't seem to quite suit him. Sasuke didn't quite know why.
As he realised he was checking out the other man, he almost his himself over the head in annoyance. He wasn't there to ogle other men, no matter how good looking the men in question were. Nevertheless, this didn't stop him from following the blonde's movements, and listening in on the conversation the two were having as they came into earshot.
"I know Neji. I know. But I really can't do anything about it."
"Oh, come on Naruto. There has to be something..." Naruto. Interesting name.
"Look, I'll call him and try to talk to him. But I can't promise anything. The man hates me even more than he hates you, after all."
"Mr. Uchiha?" A voice panted the raven's name heavily. He turned around slowly, giving his future client a glare. Although he knew it wasn't really a good idea to be rude to clients, he couldn't help it. The man was late, and for once, Sasuke had found something to entertain his in this building.
"S-sorry I'm late. I-I-"
"It doesn't matter. Get me to the office."
Naruto was running around, as per usual. He didn't get why the hell he was needed absolutely everywhere. At the same time. Seriously, couldn't his 'colleagues' do anything ? How come he always had to deal with the grumpy clients anyway? He was sick of the bloody grouches.
And he didn't even get any proper rooms, having to deal with most of the people outside, in the corridors. No wonder they were grumpy. Stupid company. Why did they 'absolutely have to' (that was their words) let rooms out to more important companies like the Uchiha?
It wasn't fair at all. And he made his mind up to complain, yet again. As he raged about his life, walking instead of running for what felt like the first time that day, he came to a stop in front of one of those big rooms that he never got to use. It had a window placed in the door, and through it, he could see the people inside.
There was a man leaning against a wall looking out of the window onto the city. He had black hair and very pale skin. He'd taken off his vest, which had been laid somewhat casually on the back of one of the chairs. He was fiddling with the not of his tie, and looked rather uncomfortable in the new shirt he was wearing. There was a light haired man sitting in a chair near him, talking.
As he was staring, entranced by the scene for no apparent reason, the raven looked around, glancing towards the door. But there was no-one there. For some reason, Naruto found himself ducking, to avoid being seen by the other man.
He rested his head his head against the wall, feeling absolutely unnatural. Just as he started to relax, his heart rate going slowly back down, a voice echoed through the corridor, running footsteps coming into hearing range. His heart rate went back up.
"Narutooooo!" Damn. The blond groaned and quickly got up, trying to find refuge somewhere. The only likely place was the room in which the raven was. Not really an option, he found himself thinking.
Hoping the day wouldn't drag on too much, he turned to face yet another 'disaster".
"Naruto" Temari sighed out in relief. She'd been looking for him everywhere. When he tried, the blond was absolutely impossible to lay a hand on (whilst reading that, forget the fact that she found him will you? I like the sentence.) It didn't help that everyone in the vicinity would call on him, whatever they needed. "I need you to come help me. Gaara's in trouble."
"Again?" Naruto's voice had a whiny complaining tone to it, but she saw his eyes widen slightly with worry. "What happened?"
"He's in the bathroom. He's broken all of the mirrors, and he won't listen to me!"
"Again? Which bathroom?" The blond sounded panicked now. Last time this had happened, Gaara had hurt himself badly. They both knew the redhead couldn't help it though.
Most of the time, he was perfectly normal, almost unemotional even, but when panic attacks hit him, he would become angry and vicious, breaking everything in sight and often injuring many people, himself included.
It would make a bad image for the company, if anyone were to find out, but Gaara was an invaluable asset. He was a superb lawyer, and would generally win a case by commanding an intimidating respect among judges and jury alike. This was something that their superiors kept note of.
"First floor in the right wing. Near Jiraya's offices." Temari practically shouted the last part, since Naruto had already run off and she knew for a fact that the blond would never find her brother without this piece of information. Then again, when he got to the first floor, he would probably be able to localise the redhead by the noise alone, instructions or not.
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Sasuke half listened to the two men in front of him. The brunette was the one who had been late in meeting him, and the grey haired man had come in right after the commotion outside. The Uchiha was amazed that the man had managed to be even more tardy than his boyfriend (because, that was what they were, he had immediately noticed. The kiss had helped, of course.) It was indeed a hard thing to do. Sasuke guessed he was counting on the brunette to be early enough to actually have the appointment.
He wondered what all the noise had been about. At one point, he'd felt sure that someone was watching him, but when he had turned around, there had been no-one. Then the shouting started.
And now he wouldn't concentrate. This part was annoying him. Why was he so distracted by something so trivial as that?
He put it off to nerves, eventually, even though he knew his were as tough as steel. Maybe he was just worried about the case Itachi had recently taken. They'd only just found out who the judge was going to be, and so far the outlook was bad. This one wasn't impressed by atrocious personalities such as his own.
They needed an absolutely brilliant lawyer to be able to win this case, and at last count the only 'absolutely brilliant lawyers' they had were his older brother, Sai and himself.
And all of them had that type of personality.
No, to win this particular case, they would need an 'absolutely brilliant lawyer' who could charm the judge, instead of trying to intimidate her.
Yes. Her. The judge they were up against was Tsunade Sanin. And so they needed someone new. Someone who could help them. One face popped up in his head. One tanned face with blond hair and blue eyes. He quickly swatted it away, and instead resumed the task of half listening to his current clients.
Well, that's it for now. Hope you liked it!