A/N: Okay , I found the inspiration for this from Ugly Betty . Lol , dont ask me how or why. BUt Betty is inspiring (: Okay ! Here we go (: Read and Review . Tell me what's on your beautiful minds !

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The scent of nail polish perfumed the atmosphere in the cozy living room. In the corner, a small fire cracked and breathed, heating the chilly room as the blonde teen hummed to the tune he was listening to.

White earphones were plugged securely in tan ears and golden tresses bounced with the smaller teens head. Full, pink lips mouthed the lyrics to the Damian Marley song he favourtied. A small button nose sat beneath beautiful cerulean eyes that were concentrating on the next coat of nail polish he was appliying to his toes.

"Naruto," A manlier, older version of the blonde teen came in the room, wiping calloused hands on a dish towel, "Dinner's almost ready. Are you finished with your toes yet?" The slightly husky voice asked, a little irritated with his son.

Happy, vibrant cerulean orbs flashed with irritation and he turned slowly, deliberately to answer his father, "Almost."

The older blonde, Minato, jumped a little, his hand going to the space over his heart, "Jesus, Naruto. You gotta stop putting that stuff on your face. You might just be turning into the Grinch who stole christmas." He joked.

Naruto gave him a sarcastic look and hissed at his father. He tried not to mess up his avocado mask too much, he had a big day tomorrow, "Hn."

Minato gave a small chuckle and shook his head, returning to the warm kitchen behind him.

Naruto applied the last coat of nail polish and smirked to himself. A job well done if he may say so himself. He was cleaning up his make-shift work station when the doorbell sounded.

"Dad, get the door!" He shouted over his shoulder, tightening the top of his nail polish bottle and setting it down in his kit. He picked up the zebra-printed nail file that was on the glass coffee table and began at his nails.

"Naruto, I'm kinda busy. Get that, will ya?" He heard his dad call from the kitchen, a muffled oath afterwards.

The blonde teen rolled his eyes and got up from the leather coach. He sautered over to the arch that led to the passage, careful not to make his toes get messed up. He walked the small way, liking the feeling of the cold tiles against his warm feet. And then without much thought, opened the cedar door.

The man who was outside made Naruto lift an elegant blonde eyebrow. The man had his silky ebony hair up in a ponytail, a black coat that ended mid-calf on, dress pants and loafers. His hands were tucked into the pocket of the coat. And Naruto found himself immediately respecting the guy. There was something about the air that the man had around him that demanded respect and oddly enough, Naruto smirked, undying affection.

Thin rosette lips parted.

Naruto shut the door.

He began filing his nails again, moving toward the living room. His father emerged however, sucking on his index finger. "Who was it?"

"Oh, uh," Naruto looked at the door behind him then to his father, "I can't answer the door. The guy is gorgeous and I have too much self respect to have him see me like this."

"So you shut the door in his face?!," Minato shouted, his blue eyes widening as he moved quickly to the door. He swung it open and was glad to see the raven still standing there, a small amused smirk on his handsome face, "I am so sorry. My son is an airhead - doesn't give blondes a good name. I'm Minato," He extended the hand that didn't have his spit on it to the man.

"Oh, it's no problem. I'm Itachi Uchiha," The stranger said, "I wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood."

"Oh, well thanks," Minato replied, giving the famous Namikaze Grin of Brillance,"Oh, come in, please. You must be cold."

Itachi held up a hand and offered the man a small smile, "I have to bet going. I promised my little brother I'd make dinner tonight. I just wanted to say hi."

"Thank you, again. And I apologize for my son," Minato said, slightly disappointed that the man was leaving so soon.

Itachi smirked, "It's okay. Well, I best be on my way. It was a pleasure meeting you."

"The pleasure was all mine," Minato said, giving a small smile, "Maybe we can have dinner sometime," Itachi raised an eyebrow and Minato's cheeks burned red, "I meant, your brother and my son and us. We should all have dinner, you know as a thank you for welcoming us to the neighbourhood and what not. Not a date, between us." He flustered.

A perfectly manicured hand shoved him inside the house, "My dad's an idiot. Dinner. Whatever time, at 8. Come on time or not at all. Bye," Then with sarcastic smile and a tilt of the head, "Thanks for the welcome. Byyyeee ~." Then Naruto shut the door.

Itachi blinked at the closed door. A ghost of a smile settled on his face before he turned to leave. The father and son were definitely interesting. An image of the flabergasted father popped up in his mind and he smirked. Very interesting.

Meanwhile ...

"Naruto ! How can you be so rude ? That man came to welcome us into the neighbourhood !" Minato said to his son, who suspiciously looked like he was ignoring his father.

"Exactly. He didn't come here to be subjected to your horrible attempt and failure at flirting with him," Naruto said bluntly, smirking at his father as the tanned man's face lit up with a blush.

"I was NOT flirting!" He defended himself. Sure Itachi was handsome. Okay, he was freakin' sin personified but Minato, being 35 had enough on his plate. He didn't need a stupid crush on some DEFINITE twenty something and his son teasing him into the next century about him being a pedophile.

"Sure, Dad," Naruto answered, that knowing smirk on his face. He had washed off the mask and smooth, baby soft tanned skin glowed like his eyes, "Putting your sexual frustrations to the side," He smiled when his dad groaned, "What's for dinner?"

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