So... I have decided to take on another story here. The idea just recently came to me and I just could not stand by and do nothing about it. So there we have it. This story does not take place in the Naruto world. it is an AU. Most other details will be revealed within the story itself, but I know how pissy some people get if you don't tell them it's an AU. For other information, read the summary and the story itself! Thanks! Please R&R! ;3

NARUTO
AU
INTERNAL AFFAIRS

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!

Chapter One: Introductions

"So tell me how this all started, Sasuke. And don't worry, you can be completely honest with me." Said the brunette as she pushed up her glasses and adjusted her seating a bit. She maintained a soft and gentle look on her face as she looked upon her patient.

The raven haired man sunk back into the leather seat and let out a heavy sigh. He wanted desperately to stand up, turn around and walk away. But God only knew what his wife would do if he skipped out on the first session of marriage counseling. They had been having issues since the day they said 'I do'.

"I said yes, that's when it all friggin' started." He said with little enthusiasm. The therapist's attitude had started to seriously irk him.

"Did you initiate the relationship between you and Sakura?" The therapist asked softly. She could tell that the young man was rather annoyed, so she wanted to tread lightly with her questions.

"Well, she was really just a damn stalker. But my business partners thought it would be best for me to get married. Said it would be good for my image and for the success of the business." He answered honestly.

Hinata took her pen and began taking notes as she nodded in response. Setting her pen down she looked up and made eye contact with the man. "So really this relationship wasn't founded in love at all?"

"Let me tell you something right now miss Uzumaki, I do no love anyone."

"Well there you have it then. Why do you remain in this relationship?" Hinata questioned.

"Cause my wife would kill me. You don't understand, she's a friggin' psycho." Sasuke started as he began to grow more and more uncomfortable. "Aside from that my business partner would also kill me. Whoever got to me first, I suppose. "

"Answer me this then, Sasuke, are you planning to do what it takes to make your relationship with your wife work?"

"Sakura is forcing me to come here. I can't say for sure it'll change anything. Look if you don't have any useful information for me, I'm gonna go."

"I'm not finished assessing your situation, Mr. Uchiha." Hinata warned as she watched the man stand and straighten his black tie.

"Well, Hinata, I gotta get to work, unfortunately I have the agonizing task of training the new intern. " He stated before exiting.

Hopping into his sleek, black Lamborghini, he fired it up and headed down to Uchiha enterprises, praising God he had at least a twenty minute drive in the lunch hour traffic. 'So really this relationship wasn't founded in love at all?' He recalled as he made his way to work.

Two years ago, Sasuke bit the bullet and took the advice of his elder brother, Itachi. Sasuke had a previous reputation as a snotty, ridiculously wealthy playboy living off the skirt tails of his even more ridiculously wealthy brother. Arrested multiple times for disturbing the peace and reckless behavior, Itachi cracked the whip on Sasuke. Sasuke could work for him under the contingency that he buckle down, get married and stop the wild life.

Sakura was the girl that always showed up to his parties, ended up getting way too drunk and passing out at his place. They'd known each other since high school, and even had some college business classes together. She had been kind enough to bail him out of jail twice, and from that moment on, Sasuke believed he could trust her, if not he could always use her as an easy one night stand. Eventually, that one night stand happened and she became incredibly attached to him. She followed him everywhere, showed up at his place unannounced, even ruined dates by storming in and threatening potential girls.

Sasuke weighed his options, he could lose his job, source of income and his lavish lifestyle, in exchange for a cool prison cell and a life alone, or marry his stalker, take a percentage of the company his brother owned and glide right through life.

It was true, Sakura was easy on the eyes. But she was loud, demanding, spiteful and selfish. She controlled everything that Sasuke did and he was often in the crossfires between Sakura's horrific personality and the contingency between he and Itachi. The 25 year-old man was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Who was he kidding, counseling wasn't going to help. Sasuke just couldn't be as successful as his brother.

The raven haired man heaved a loud and heavy sigh as he parked in front of the blatantly familiar building in his 'Executive VP' parking space and got out of the car. He looked up, taking in the sheer magnitude of what his brother had created before walking into the mouth of the beast.

Stepping inside, everything seemed to be normal and business as usual. Mr. Deidara sat at his rounded desk that was centered and to the left. It was thanks to him that appointments and business arrangements were kept and well managed. He had also done most of the interior decorating, which both Sasuke and Itachi were grateful for. It had an edgy and modern look, vibrant, abstract paintings hung on the walls and oddly shaped furniture was placed with precision in the waiting area. Things looked neat, tight and clean with simple yet striking coloring. Bold white accented with splashes of green and orange here and there. The complete opposite of the reflections of the companies owners. Which was precisely what was needed.

"Back from your meeting, Mr. Uchiha?" Said the blonde man behind the desk.

Sasuke strode down the center rug and stood in front of the desk where his colleague and friend sat. "Tch.. Yeah... Meeting my ass. We both know there wasn't a meeting." Sasuke stated as he fingered the ring on his left hand.

"Hell, I hear you. Good news is the intern is here, and boy let me tell you that bitch is h-o-t!" Deidara chimed as he leaned back comfortably in his chair putting his arms behind his head.

"Watch your mouth, Deidara." Boomed a dark voice from the elevator to the right of the desk. How Itachi managed to hear all of the inappropriate conversations Deidara and Sasuke had thinking it was private, was a mystery to everyone in the office.

"Uh..yes sir." Deidara said as he lowered his head shamefully.

"Sasuke." Itachi started as he approached his younger sibling. "Miss Yamanaka is in conference room 8 on the third floor. She will be our newest intern. Please show her the ropes and get her familiar with the business and the employees." Itachi said as he gave his brother a nod.

"Sure thing, boss." Sasuke replied, trying not to sound as annoyed as he felt. Taking orders from Itachi was one of the most difficult things he had ever had to do. But damn, the money was well worth it.

"I've got a lunch meeting, so you're in charge while I'm out. Don't screw anything up." Itachi warned before taking his leave.

Sasuke rolled his ebony eyes and made his way to the elevator. Well let's get it over with. He thought as he pressed the button for the third floor. Once he stepped out he was greeted by many other employees. "Hello Vice President." Or "Afternoon, Mr. Uchiha." But Sasuke hated the attention and he hated the title. It made it worse that the CEO was also Mr. Uchiha.

"Hello." He mumbled with half-lidded eyes. He quickly avoided the rush of people around him and stepped into the conference room for sanctuary.

"Well if I didn't know better I would say you were running from something." Said a blonde woman sitting at the conference table. Sasuke assumed she was referencing his posture, how he was slammed against the door and sighing in relief.

He chuckled to himself at her bold remark. It wasn't every day that an intern would have the audacity to speak to the Vice President of Uchiha Enterprises without first being spoken to. "Well you must be Miss Yamanaka." He said as he strode into the room adjusting his black suit jacket.

"Yes sir, that's me." Ino said standing up. Sasuke took note of her attire. She was dressed in a purple pencil skirt with a white, tight fitting blouse and a purple jacket to match the skirt. Her hair was neatly pulled up into a sleek pony tail that hung to the middle of her back. She had long, toned legs and large, sparking blue orbs.

Deidara, that was an understatement. Sasuke thought to himself as he extended his hand to the girl before him. "Nice to meet you, my name is Sasuke Uchiha." He said as they shook hands. He also took notice of her handshake, it was firm and anything but dainty.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr..."

"Don't bother calling me Mr. Uchiha." He interrupted abruptly. "My brother is also Mr. Uchiha, and it's far more important that you address him as such. It can get confusing, especially if you are servicing the both of us. So calling me Sasuke will be just fine." He explained as he placed a Manila folder on the table and opened it up.

"Alright. Thank you, Sasuke." Ino smiled. She studied the dark haired man subtly, admiring his mysterious aura and handsome features. She was thankful he didn't seem to be some kind of creep, like the last offices she worked for.

"So you've interned before I see. That's good, you have experience. Can you tell me what your end goal may be for this internship?" Sasuke asked as he closed the folder and made eye contact with the girl.

"Well, of course I would love to land a job. I can do secretarial work, and administrative as well." Ino replied. She watched a smile creep onto the man's face and she couldn't help but grow a little pink in the cheeks, praying under her breath that the butterflies in her stomach would soon settle.

"Perfect." Sasuke stated, tucking the folder beneath his arm. "Let's show you around then."

The two headed all the way back down to the first floor to begin the grand tour of the building. Ino admired how put together the entire place was.

"I'm sure you've already met, but this is our front desk operator, Deidara." Sasuke said as he gestured to the blonde behind the desk.

"Oh yeah, we've met. Ain't that right, toots?" He said with an uncomfortable wink.

"Uh, yep." Ino replied, trying not to roll her eyes. And here I thought I had avoided creeps.

"To our right are the offices of our biggest manufacturer, Mr. Zabuza Momochi. He is out of town today, so you'll meet him later." Sasuke pointed out a large glass wall with two swinging doors. The office looked a little disheveled with papers strewn about to and fro.

Ino gave him a nod, remembering to come back and tidy that place up. They stepped into the elevator once more, but this time they were alone. Being alone with Sasuke made Ino's heart pound and she couldn't explain why. But she was thankful that they reached the second floor right away.

"This is the second floor. Here all of our orders are processed and approved or disapproved by our administrative team." Sasuke explained as he walked her around. The hallway was narrow and bustling with several people who were scrambling about to get things done.

"You new here?" Said a girl with sandy blonde hair that stood at the water cooler. She turned to face Ino and smirked.

Ino looked at the girl with the peculiar hairstyle and nodded. "Yeah, just started today. I'm Ino."

"The name's Temari." The girl said, in a rough tone. "Hey watch your back around here. People tend to get stabbed. Especially if the head honcho don't like you." She whispered, warning Ino.

"Y-you mean the CEO?" Ino gulped.

"His wife." Temari stated.

Sasuke rolled his dark eyes and walked up to the two girls. "Oh don't listen to her, Ino. You've got nothing to worry about." Sasuke explained after seeing the look on the poor newbie's face. "Come on, you've seen enough up here." He said leading her back to the elevator. They passed Temari who gave Ino a glare until the elevator doors closed.

Ino wanted to ask Sasuke questions about Temari, and about the woman she was warned about, but there were too many other employees in the elevator. They finally reached the third floor, where Ino had been before. So far it was her favorite floor because it was quiet and calm. It was decorated in a more simple scheme, dark brown carpets, grey walls and a big mahogany desk where a petite woman answered phone calls by herself. Lots of different conference rooms lined the hallways.

"Here we have our conference hall. This is the place we take clients and potential clients to discuss terms and conditions." The Uchiha explained.

"And what exactly are the terms you discuss? What are you selling them?" Ino questioned. The female at the desk looked at Ino in shock and Ino immediately regretted asking the question.

"You'll know soon enough." Sasuke stated. "One thing I forgot to mention is that there is a break room in every floor." He began leading Ino toward a room at the end of the hall as he spoke. "You'll find everything you need for coffee, snacks and other refreshments." Sasuke swung open the door and walked in. Ino was quite impressed. There was a large refrigerator, an espresso machine, a large coffee pot and a single cup coffee maker. He opened the top cabinets above the counter where all the coffee makers sat. The cabinets were stocked with every kind of coffee imaginable. He then revealed to her the bottom cabinets which had coffee filters, sugar, creamers of all different types and stirrers. Along with several gorgeous ceramic mugs.

"You all take your coffee seriously." Ino noted.

"That we do." Sasuke said with a smile.

Meanwhile, back with Itachi.

He hopped into the back seat of his black limo, as he did every day and relaxed in the seat for a moment. That's right, I need to call her, he thought to himself as he began to fumble for his phone.

"Where to, Mr. Uchiha?" The driver asked politely.

"Drive me to the Italian restaurant on the edge of town. I'm meeting a client there." Itachi replied coldly.

"You got it." Replied the driver

Itachi finally found his phone and placed his finger at it's base to unlock it. Once it read his finger print, the screen lit up and he began to dial the only number he knew by heart. Looking out the window, the man placed his phone to his ear. Come on, pick up. He thought anxiously to himself.

"Hmmmmm hello?" Came a drowsy voice from the other line.

Itachi smiled and let out a dark chuckle. "Are you still in bed, Tenten?"

"Mhmmmm." Came her tired response.

"Well beautiful, it's time to get up. Have you heard from Sakura, has she had her counseling yet?" He asked as he sat up in his seat.

"She hasn't called me yet. How bout Sasuke, did he say how it went?"

"I didn't ask."

"You know he shouldn't have married her, it's a big mess." Tenten stated as he made her way out of their king sized bed.

"Tenten, I did what I had to do. He was causing me and the company bad publicity!" Barked Itachi.

"Hmm well isn't it a little funny that business increased significantly during that time, Itachi dear?"

He fell silent, not wanting to admit that his wife was correct. "Can you head to the office? We have a new intern and I need to know that she can be trusted."