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I sigh, swirling my drink aimlessly. The colors in it mixing and turning a pukish green that made my nose crinkle slightly in disgust. I set it down pushing it away from me slightly. The music was an almost unbearable thudding in the back ground. Surveying the crowd slowly I notice how everyone here was fawning over someone or another, which only made the fact I was alone ever so blaringly obvious. There were tables positioned around the room with only two chairs per table. They were those stupid high table and chairs so I had to hop to reach them. Now that is difficult for me because one I am just around 5'3 and trying to hop in 4 inch heels and second because I have on a mid-thigh dark emerald cocktail dress that has no back. My brown hair was thrown up in some twist or other. My stylist insisted on the outfit and hair do because according to him it brought out the green in my eyes. I miss that about being unnoticed, I was able to decide for myself what clothes I wanted to wear.

I did not want to be here but I was representing my families company, mine now. Truth be told I never wanted to run this business; all I wanted to do was dig my hands in dirt. Not an average girls' dream I admit but archaeology has been my passion. My brother had every intention of running the company; he had the heart for business. I snorted, who was I kidding? He had the brains and the heart for it. How he enjoyed this mind numbing boring profession I have no idea. In my experience, which is very little, business is exactly like high school. Except here you get paid while you're screwing up and causing drama.

"Miss Asanaki?" The waiter asks coming over with a refill to my drink.

"Just water, please." I request and he seems dazed but nodded going off.

The point of this little party was to relieve stress but once again I am stuck comparing it to the dances high schools would throw. The ones that took place in the gyms that smelled of icky uniforms and the decorations consisting of paper mache and ribbons bought at the dollar store. You would have the preps and the jocks in one corner which in this world was the Uchiha's and Hyuuga's. They were on top of everything, now my business is not lacking by any means but we aren't very diverse. Our products only cater to a few which was just fine by me. Next of course were the nerds and band geeks. In this case they aren't really geeks but they were the closest thing to them in this world. I hadn't even bothered to learn their names which is rude but as stated I didn't want to be in business. There are of course the loners, that's where I fit in along with the Yamanaka's who owned a flower industry; not really a hopping business. They would technically be considered the outcast of the bunch. Like those kids in elementary school who used to smell bad so you'd avoid them at all costs. Last but not least were the bad asses. There was only one group that fit into that category and that was the Akatsuki. They were made up of renegade people who defected from other industries. It used to be headed by a guy named Madara but he died in some freak accident. It is now like a partnership between two of them. One called himself Pein and the other Itachi Uchiha.

Itachi Uchiha now that was a name I am familiar with. He had been the prodigy of the Uchiha's, the smartest one of the bunch apparently. He was going to rule the business world according to all the magazines and the papers. What happened no one is really sure of, but one day he was at the Uchiha Company and the next he was in the Akatsuki. Itachi took almost half of the Uchiha Co.'s clients with him. What ensued next could be considered a massacre in its own right. The head of the Uchiha business, Fugaku, his Father, sued him for every penny. Those lawsuits never went anywhere which I thought was a load of bull crap. His Father should have been able to strip him of everything but somehow Itachi came out unscathed; which in all honesty is not that surprising. The Akatsuki has their fingers in a lot of different pies.

The boredom and stupidity of this event is settling completely over me and it takes all I have not to yawn. I glance at the clock only to see that I have an hour left until this torture is over. About to hang my head in utter monotony; my eyes catch onto my pamphlet.

I turn my attention to the pamphlet that was handed to me when I came in. The names of every business and its owner were listed. This time I could not stop the yawn that worked itself loose. I groaned wishing this night was over already. They were in alphabetical order so mine was first

Asanaki Co. …… Heaven Asanaki

My fingers trail over it gently wishing that it read Orion Asanaki. When I was younger I had screwed up his name saying Oreo instead; ever since then it was our little joke. Moments like this one would take my breath away at how much I missed my brother. He had been 25, dying before his time. Now at 23 I ran the company in his place. Once the nostalgia disappeared the boredom came back with a vengeance.

It is because of that boredom I started writing on that pamphlet next to the names of everyone on it. Some I drew pictures, crude pictures but very entertaining for me. I stuck my tongue slightly in concentration while I drew a chibi form of Kisame; he was one of the Akatsuki members. His likeness to a fish took me by surprise so much that his drawing turned out more like a shark than a person.

This task of drawing chibi forms of anyone that came to mind was entertaining to say the least. I was so engrossed with it that I failed to notice someone standing behind me. I was doing my finishing touches on Itachi smacking the back of Kisames' head with a very annoyed look on his face. Before I could react someone slid in the seat across from me so close our knees brushed. My pamphlet was taken making me squeal in protest trying to get it back. Said person just shifted it out of my reach.

Then I took notice of who was sitting so conveniently across from me. My mouth popped open on its own accord when I registered who it was. Itachi turned the paper over before setting it down and arching one of his perfect black eyebrows at me demanding an explanation wordlessly.

This night was not going to end in boredom as I had previsouly thought.