What do you do when you have it all? You have the house, the money, the adoring (almost stalker-like) fans, and the most beautiful girl by your side. What if something better comes your way? What do you do…? Go and get it of course! Sasunaru!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… Sasuke does… (smirk)
Sasuke Uchiha growled out when he heard the insistent knocking on his door. Honestly, would these people just get the picture and leave him the hell alone? If he didn't answer the door the first seven-hundred times they knocked, seven-hundred and one wouldn't be any different. He was half tempted to just open the damn thing and tell his fan club to go to hell. They were grating on his nerves and one day they would cause him to snap.
After ineffectively trying to ignore the annoying beating on his door, he finally got up from his position at his grand piano and wrenched the damn thing open.
"What?!" he snapped, his cool completely lost.
The person at the door obviously noticed how angry the Uchiha was because they visibly flinched. Sasuke was snapped out of his anger enough by this action to feel a little guilty. The boy before him looked no older than eighteen, about two years younger than Sasuke. He had sunny blonde hair, bright blue eyes, tan skin, a delicate looking face although slightly marred with six whisker-like scars, three on each cheek, and he was about a foot shorter than the Uchiha. The blonde was quite average looking, but then everyone was average looking when you had a super model girlfriend.
Sasuke's girlfriend, Sakura Haruno, was by far the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth. She had smooth pale skin, beautiful sea-green eyes, bubble-gum pink hair (a little bright but it suited her), and she was really sweet. To Sasuke, she was the perfect girl, and what guy wouldn't kill to have a super model girlfriend?
The Uchiha was brought out of his little girlfriend reverie when the person before him cleared his throat.
"Um… hello," the blonde said nervously; it looked like he was avoiding meeting Sasuke's gaze.
"It's okay," the Uchiha said, guilt coming back full force; he didn't mean to scare the blonde, "You can look at me, I'm not really that angry. I didn't mean to be a bastard."
The blonde laughed; it was a rather nice sound. "It's not that," he said with quite a beautiful smile, "I'm blind, so I can't see you anyway."
"Oh," Sasuke said, almost drowning in the guilty feeling he had, "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," the blonde said with a shrug, "people never know I can't see until I tell them, you're not the first one." He got nervous again. "I'm not interrupting anything am I? I think I could come back later if I'm bothering you…"
"Oh no, no," Sasuke said, "I was just playing my piano and thought you were one of my crazy fans. They constantly come over to try and talk to me… You're not a crazy fan are you?" he asked the blonde.
The boy laughed his pretty laugh again; the Uchiha felt a little butterfly in his stomach. "A fan yes; crazy? I hope not," he said, causing the Uchiha to smile. "So that was you on the piano? It was really good; I almost thought it was a recording."
"It will be," Sasuke replied, "It's something I'm working on for a new album." He looked at the blonde, "Did you need something?"
"You are Sasuke Uchiha right?" the blonde asked.
Sasuke nodded, but then thought about how stupid that was because the blonde couldn't see him. "Yes," he answered, "And you are…?"
"Oh, I'm Naruto Uzumaki," the blonde replied.
"Okay Naruto, what did you need?" Sasuke couldn't help but notice that the blonde's name fit him extremely well.
"Well," Naruto started, slightly nervous again, "I'm a future number one hit singer and my manager/assistant knows your manager whom suggested we meet so we could maybe talk about you and me maybe making a CD or a couple… something like that…" He chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of his neck.
"A couple…? I'm sorry but I have a girlfriend," the Uchiha replied with a slight laugh, "but maybe we could work on that CD."
"Ahh!" the blonde exclaimed while waving his arms around in front of him to accidentally land on the Uchiha's chest, "That's not what I meant!" He blushed furiously when he felt his hands on what must have been an incredibly muscular chest; he pulled them away quickly but felt the rumbling of a laugh before he did. "I meant a couple a CDs, not a couple as in two people who like each other."
The Uchiha continued to chuckle. This blonde was quite amusing. "You're an interesting person Naruto Uzumaki; I think working with you would be nice. But first…" he said, looking the blonde up and down, "tell me something…"
"Okay," Naruto said, "what?"
"Are you asking me to do this with you because I am Sasuke Uchiha, one of the most well known musicians of our time, and you'll get loads of fans just for having my name on the cover?"
The blonde looked affronted. "I am actually quite offended you think I would do that, even if we don't know each other," he said, a slight pout on his scarred face. "And no," he said, still slightly put out, "I'm asking you to do this because your manager Kakashi Hatake gave my manager a CD of yours after my manager mentioned after a meeting how he wanted me to start off with someone well known because he didn't want possible fans to be put off because of my blindness or average looking appearance." He said that all in one breath and Sasuke was surprised that he could actually hear what was said. "Plus, I thought your playing was beautiful and agreed to bother you so that even if I completely sucked at least I would get to hear you play in person," the blonde finished with a blush. He turned his head away from Sasuke, or at least where he thought Sasuke was, trying to hide his flushing cheeks.
"Answer accepted," the Uchiha said with a smile. Yes, the blonde would be really nice to work with. He turned his gaze to the end of his driveway where he saw a navy blue Tahoe parked. "Is that your manager?" he asked, seeing someone in the driver's seat.
Naruto turned his gaze towards the direction of the big car. "Yeah," he said, "I couldn't really drive here myself," he said with a laugh.
Sasuke felt like slapping himself in the face. Honestly, he felt like an asshole. "Sorry again," he said, "I kind of keep forgetting you can't see." He wanted to slap himself again; did he really just say that?
The blonde turned his head towards Sasuke; he smiled a huge white smile that was even apparent in his empty eyes. "Thanks Sasuke," he said, "I think I prefer it when people treat me normally anyways." He blushed again but didn't turn away.
Sasuke's heart thudded in his chest. Naruto had a really beautiful smile… "So, when will I get to hear you sing?"
"Umm… When can I hear you play?" he asked to avoid answering Sasuke's question.
"Dobe, you heard me playing earlier," Sasuke replied, slightly confused at the blatant avoidance of his question.
"Yeah, but that was through a door and I was knocking on it so I could barely hear you."
"But you still heard me, even only slightly," Sasuke replied, thinking he'd won.
"Well you can hear me talking can't you? My voice can't change that much whilst singing can it?" he asked with a smirk. Point: Naruto.
"Touché," Sasuke replied, "I guess we'll both have to wait then."
"I guess so," the blonde replied, turning his head towards the car again when he heard the horn honk "I guess I have to go," he said, almost sadly.
Sasuke smirked. "Awe, don't cry for me shortie, I'll see you later," he said.
Naruto flushed in both anger and embarrassment. Point: Sasuke.
The blonde crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "I'm not that short teme," he said.
"You're about a foot shorter than me," Sasuke corrected.
"Seriously!?" The blonde's pout grew bigger; he sighed heavily. "I'll get Iruka, my manager, to work with Kakashi on when we'll get together. When they know, I guess they'll tell us," he said. He turned to Sasuke the best he could. "Bye," he said, still pouting before walking in the direction he remembered his car being earlier.
"Bye," Sasuke replied with a wave. He actually hit his forehead this time; why did he wave?
The Uchiha walked back through the doorway of his house and sat back down at his piano. He was about to start playing again when he heard knocking on his door.
He almost rushed to the door, slightly hoping to open it and see blonde hair and tan skin. He opened it to see his girlfriend; it surprised him that he was slightly disappointed.
"Sasuke!" the pink-haired girl squealed, practically pouncing on him. She wrapped her slender arms around his pale neck and kissed him happily on the cheek.
"Hello Sakura," he replied closing the door behind her, already used to her over-enthusiastic greetings. He put his arms around her waist and walked her backwards to his music room. He sat her down on the piano bench and placed himself next to her. "How were things at the studio today?" he asked, playing a few random scales softy as he listened to her explain her day in full detail.
Actually, he couldn't really say he was listening. Sure, he heard her talking, but her words were just flowing through his ears like water from a faucet; his mind was focused elsewhere… specifically on a blonde boy he just met.
There wasn't anything really special about the blonde. He had a nice smile and a very pretty laugh; it was almost musical. Sasuke loved any type of music: country, rap, classical, blues, hip-hop, you name it, Sasuke loved it. He even liked the music that everyday things made, like the gentle whistle of the wind or the call of crickets at night time. Naruto seemed to have a natural musical tone to his laugh, but his voice was different. It wasn't hard to listen to, yet Sasuke didn't know if he was looking forward to listening to him sing or not. He was rather intrigued to know if the blonde was good enough to sell albums… He didn't seem to have too much confidence in himself and that would be a problem… Guess he'd just have to wait and see…
"Sasuke, that's beautiful," he heard Sakura say suddenly, "Is it something new you're working on?"
The Uchiha looked at the girl confused. What was she talking about?
He suddenly knew though when he heard himself playing.
He did that quite often; he'd zone out and his fingers would get a mind of their own. Many of his music teachers told him it was a natural ability to make music from his thoughts; most of the time he was so caught up in what he was thinking that his mind told his fingers something to play and they did it. When he was mad he would find himself playing short, brisk notes, normally low and fast; when he was sad he played both low and high notes at a slow, mournful pace. That's how most of his music was formed, by accident. He listened intently to the tune of this new song.
The notes he played weren't necessarily slow, but then they weren't moving quickly. They were almost lazy. He heard beautiful chords, and his left hand played a low steady rhythm that complimented the higher notes. He raised an eyebrow at the loving feel the music had… He hadn't been thinking of Sakura…
"No," he said, almost quickly, "just some random tune." He took his hands off the keys and turned to the pink-haired woman, "Please continue," he said.
She shrugged the music off, never really as into it as Sasuke was, and smiled brightly at him. "Anyways, as I was saying…" she said, and then continued to tell the Uchiha about every single part of her day. That was the one thing about the model he couldn't stand; she always wanted to talk about her day, and it's not even that she wanted to share her day with him but it was how she wanted to give a play-by-play of her entire day… all of it. She would start about when she woke up at 7:30 a.m. to when she arrived at his house at 5:45 p.m. and she would make sure she missed no details, major or minor. Sometimes he wanted to just grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she would just stop talking. He invested in Aspirin when they started dating; it soon became his best friend.
Sakura was great and all, but damn did she talk too much…
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"So Naruto, how did it go with Sasuke?" Iruka Umino asked his adopted son. Iruka adopted Naruto when he was eight years old and he became the boy's father. When Naruto went blind at the age of eleven and took up singing to entertain himself, Iruka became something like a manager, not trusting anyone else with his son. The blonde had an amazing voice. Iruka was almost positive that Naruto had the most beautiful voice he had ever heard; he was certain it could put angels to shame. When Iruka met Kakashi Hatake, a mask wearing pervert, he got the blonde's first real opportunity to become big. Kakashi agreed to listen to Naruto sing if Iruka went on a date with him; he agreed and thus came the agreement that Naruto Uzamaki and Sasuke Uchiha would make an album or two together.
"It went good Iruka," the blonde replied with a smile. He felt around for his seatbelt and buckled himself with ease; it actually took a lot of practice to be able to fasten his own seatbelt, but he refused to let being blind handicap him. It did for a while but he was used to it now, with only the occasional bumping into something, normally somewhere he didn't go frequently. He had been proud of himself when he found the Uchiha's front door with only verbal directions from Iruka. "He said that I was an interesting person and that I'd be nice to work with!" the blonde exclaimed, kind of sounding like a pre-teen girl gushing about her favorite boy band.
Iruka laughed. "You know Naruto," he said, his warm brown eyes twinkling, "Uchiha-san has a girlfriend."
"Iruka!" Naruto exclaimed, face flushing brightly; why did it seem that everyone thought he wanted to date the Uchiha? "What's it matter if he has a girlfriend? It's not like we're dating… we aren't even friends!"
"Yet…" Iruka said. "I bet by the first song you and him are like best friends." The man wasn't exaggerating either; Naruto had this affect on people where it was nearly impossible to not like him.
The blonde just smiled. Actually, he was hoping very much that the Uchiha would be his friend. If they were friends, he could probably hear the beautiful music Sasuke made and he wouldn't have to pay for it or anything. The Uchiha could play almost any instrument and make it sound tear-jerkingly beautiful. Naruto's favorite instrument to listen to by the Uchiha was the piano… Gods, Sasuke could play the thing magically.
Suddenly, a thought struck the blonde… "Iruka?" he questioned, "What does Sasuke look like?" He couldn't believe he didn't think to ask sooner. When he thought about it, he pictured the Uchiha as someone as beautiful as his music, but what if he was just as average looking as himself? Yeah, he knew he was nothing to look at… but (and he hated to admit it) if Sasuke wasn't beautiful he would be kind of let down. Someone who could work such magic into something just had to be just as magical looking.
"Well," Iruka said, stopping for a red light, "he's probably one of the nicest looking instrumentalists I've ever seen. You know some people choose to play instruments as apposed to singing or something flashier because maybe they want to be behind the scenes but Sasuke… if I looked as good as him I would flash it everywhere." He started driving again when the light turned green. "He's about a foot taller than you,-"
"So he wasn't lying?" the blonde questioned, almost sadly.
"No," Iruka laughed, "He really is a good bit taller than you. He looks about 6'2"." He laughed some more when the blonde pouted. "His hair is slightly spiked and it's as black as a raven. He looks as if he works out too, but not too much. He was just big enough for his shirt to be a little snug, and I could see his biceps from the car." He looked at the blonde quickly and noticed a blush. "Why are you blushing?" he questioned, almost slyly. He saw the way Naruto had grabbed onto the guy's chest. "I guess you already knew he was muscular, right?"
Gasp. "You saw that!?"
"Yes," the man replied, "I saw you feel on his chest." Iruka laughed.
Naruto felt like he'd die from embarrassment. "I wasn't feeling on his chest. I just didn't know he was standing so close to me- it was his fault!" The flustered blonde crossed his arms over his chest like a little kid and turned his body away from Iruka so the man couldn't see his face.
"It's alright Naruto; you don't have to make up excuses. I could see the way he looked at you, the way he made you blush…" He tsked his son and laughed. "You know you can't hide anything from me. You like Uchiha-san," he taunted. Naruto blushed and refused to take his father's bait. He ignored Iruka completely as they continued the drive back to their house. As he ignored Iruka, he allowed his thoughts to wonder to Sasuke, his mind imagining what he looked like. All the images he came up with were beautiful. He recalled the way the other had laughed and the deep rumble of his chest when he did so. Sasuke's girlfriend was very lucky to be with him.
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p.s. SOOOO?! How was it? GOOD? SasuSaku… sorry. But you know me- SasuNaru is in the near future!! Promise! PLEASE REVIEW and tell me your honest opinions… Do you like the way this is going so far- I have a bunch of cute plans for future chapters! When will Sasuke finally get to hear Naruto sing…HeeHeeHee.