A/N: So here's the fic I was telling you about before. I thought of this one while I was trying to fall in a hot room with no air-conditioning, got up, saved the title in my phone so I wouldn't forget, and had my mother complain about me using my cell-phone late when she's the one who is (a) on the computer till 10:50 and later and (b) tries to talk to me when I'm trying to fall asleep. But enough ranting about my sleeping problems. Onward!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did NaruSasu/SasuNaru would rule the world.
The Pen May be Mightier than the Sword, but what about the Paintbrush?
Uchiha Sasuke, aspiring author, hurried to meeting with an publisher. He was already gonna be at least five minutes late and was hurrying to try and minimalize the amount of time he would be late to be late by. Without any regard for the safety (of of the people who might hit him), he had sprinted across five lanes of traffic and was about to attempt his 6th. He counted to 5, and bolted. One Ford S.U.V. swerved to avoid hitting the second son of the head of Uchiha Corporations, then a Chevy, then a Toyota. Finally Sasuke made it to the other side, with minimal damage to the people who were avoiding hitting him. He stopped for a moment to straighten up his clothes and catch his breath. As he was doing this Sasuke noticed the art studio across the street. Sasuke sneered as he looked at what he though of as a "place for people who's only talent is making pretty pictures". Sasuke has some prejudice issues. After suitably filling his hate meter, Sasuke stepped into the building to meet with the publisher. He was in for a shock.
Uzumaki Naruto had stretched out the amount of time he could stay in the art studio till he was in danger of being late. Finally, he brought himself to make the walk across the street to the hell-on-earth, the favourite torture pit of Lucifer, the dance-hall of demons, the publishing building across the street! As you can guess, Naruto didn't like books very much. He found them to easily ready to divulge their secrets, and only one way to be expressed while art could be expressed in many forms. He sighed as he made the long journey. If I didn't need the money so bad I wouldn't have taken this job, he thought. Naruto had accepted a job as an illustrator for a new author's first book. He thought it was going to be torture. He didn't know the half of it yet.
Sasuke sat in the publisher's office, ever so often glaring at the clock. Where is he?! Sasuke thought angrily. He's thought he'd late but his watch had just been fast. Now though his publisher was 5 minutes late and Sasuke was getting annoyed. It said something for Sasuke that he was getting angry at the person who could possibly make or break his future career as a writer. It also said something for his influential status of what he was imagining for his publisher if he didn't show up in the next 30 seconds. Internment camp in Colombia..... Enslavement camp in the Arabia....T- Oh there he is Sasuke thought as his publisher, Kakashi, walked in.
"Sorry I'm late," he apologized, "I got lost on the roads of life. And Sasuke promptly began re-imagining horrible, evil, indescribable things happening to his editor.
"No it was no bother at all," Sasuke lied through his teeth.
"Well what I've read from the chapters that you've written so far of your book, frankly I think it could do very well on the bestsellers list."
This is it Sasuke though, rapidly changing gears in his thinking process THIS IS I-
"Ah here you are," Kakashi said, interrupting Sasuke's thoughts. "You're late"
"It's not my fault," a female voice answered, "He took too long to come from behind Sasuke. Sasuke turned around to see a pink-haired, green-eyed woman holding onto the door frame. Sasuke paid little attention to her though, he almost immediately focused on the main standing behind her. He was about Sasuke's height, with tan skin, blond, spiky hair. And had whisker-like marks on his cheeks But the most be- striking thing about him is his eyes thought Sasuke. He was unable to look away from those deep cerulean pools.
"Well at least you came," Kakashi said, once again interrupting Sasuke from his thought, and Sasuke one again began plotting his destruction.
"Sasuke meet Haruno Sakura . She's now your editor." Kakashi continued, oblivious to the waves of hatred radiating out of Sasuke.
"Konnichiwa, Uchiha-kun," Sakura said giving a respectful bow. But if she's my editor though Sasuke then what's he- oh no, OH NO.
"And this is your illustrator, Uzumaki Naruto," Kakashi finished.
It's official thought Sasuke He's going on the next boat to the Colombian rain forest.
End A/N: Yeah, sorry it took so long. I finished both articles and a little extra, but that also meant that I worked very little on this. I'll try to get the next one up as soon assoon as possible but it'll be kinda hard since I gave up (or at least am trying to) chocolate, Le gasp!, and using the computer after school for Lent. I would've given up meat, but then I would have nothing to eat at all. I've got two one-shots and Ash's little problem (the soon-to-be-named thing on my profile, friend gave me name) and another chapter of The Incredibly Suckish thing called a High School Relationship to post and after that I'll try to work on this. Good thing Ash's Little Problem- Chapter 1 is almost done. Also sorry it's so short but procrastinating makes it harder for me to come up with things and it would suck if I tried to force. I'll try to make the next one longer. Also I'm gonna buy a bunch of energy drinks like Monster and Red Bull and Rockstar and Battery am gonna give them to my incredibly hyper friend (different one) so I can mail them to Bob Bryar and mail an extremely ranty letter with it just cuz I can. So if you see an extremely hyper person running around who gives crushing hugs and with scissors with which she is tearing the fabric of the universe, you know who to blame.
