Chapter: Savior
A tall, handsome blonde stepped out of the airport and inhaled a huge breath, glad to have landed. Women nearby either fainted or blew kisses, men gave heated glances out of envy and a side of sexual desire, and children stared in awe at the bright, sun-colored hair, the sharp features that made the man look godly, his giant height, the muscles pressing suggestively against his navy collared shirt, and then at his eyes, the brightest, clearest azure that anyone in Japan has ever seen of a foreigner.
A man clad in dark clothes strode towards Naruto, his ponytail tied very neatly suggesting innocence or weakness in its very style, the irony hidden potentially behind his shorter build. He was a head shorter than the blonde, tinier, and well, leaned more on the prettier side, but was however, in every aspect a black belt just the same.
"Well, this is it. We're finally here, Naruto. How does it feel?"
"The people here are so….SHORT! " A couple bystanders looked up at the foreign man, regarding his English words with a sense of embarrassment, not because they had understood what he had said, but because his thick, baritone voice weathered by puberty's graces grated on their very sensitivity to lust.
"I mean, well, I'm half Japanese so I guess I'm barely any taller myself...but damn are they short, Itachi. Even more so than you!"
The Uchiha gave a famous death glare, shooting the blonde down with ice daggers.
The blonde chuckled nervously before diverting Itachi's anger at being relatively short but in a way, tall in comparison to the Japanese's average height.
"Hey!" he pointed a finger at a nearby stand, "That stand has...RAMENNN!"
Itachi rubbed the bridge of his nose, his way of face palming.
"Hey, Itachi! Can we go? Well?" the shorter male felt a tug on his arm, the energetic blonde pulling on his coat very annoyingly to try to get his attention.
"Very well," he sighed while rolling his eyes, "if you must have your daily intake of ramen right now, o mighty lord of mine."
"Yes, yes, yes, yESS!" the blonde yelled, fist pumping into the air and began to drag the other man along when he realized that he was basically dragging a statue.
"However," the Uchiha stuck a hand into the pocket of his coat,"doing so requires shades," he finalized, bringing out designer shades and handing it to Naruto.
The blonde glared at the innocent thing, cursing in his head at the very thought. Wear this? When it wasn't work time but free-I-can-indulge-in-however-much-ramen-I-desire time? What kind of horrible sadist was Itachi? Oh, right, it ran in his very family.
"Do it or," Itachi slyly whispered, "no ramen," he ended with a barely contained smirk.
"Fine," Naruto growled, swiping the shades off of Itachi's hand and thinking something along the lines of "the things I do for Ramen."
"Please do not get lost, Naruto, or I'll be forced to reduce your ramen limit for this entire month and you don't want that. We'll be on a mini tour without a guide after this before we go to the studios, so put on your best behavior my dear," he completed with wide, threatening eyes promising nothing but evilness...
-3 hours later-
JUST. WHERE. IS. ITACHI? How did I lose such a gloomy guy?! My ramen limit….how terrible! The absolute horror, that conniving bastard must've planned this, he- oh. It wasn't me that got lost, the blonde began to smile as if hitting a realization that was true in all its glory, no loopholes whatsoever, it was Itachi's fault, honestly. Itachi got lost, and really, it was by himself that he was now lost. Boo hoo. Poor rich and pampered Itachi Uchiha, stranded here in...the middle of nowhere, practically. The blonde's face contorted into an evil fox-like grin.
While smirking to himself at his "genius" thought, multiple screams suddenly ripped at his ears. Turning around, he found himself a little harem of girls squealing in delight even louder than before because they've been noticed by the blonde hottie.
"Hey, hey, are you Naruto Namikaze?" a girl boldly asked, visible shaking with excitement.
"Can I get an autograph?" another asked.
"Can I get a little of your hair?" someone shouted desperately, trying to push through the crowd.
Then, as if on cue, all of them were pulling at his shirt, shouting over another fan about who or who had found the male model even with his shades on.
Shades? On? The male model put a hand onto his face and felt nothing that was short of his nose, eyes, skin, and mouth. Oh Jesus, Itachi's going to kill me...
Naruto shuddered at the little spazz the girls were having. In America, the girls were also like this...just a little more settled down, not calm, but only a tad bit...no, who am I kidding, they're all star-crazed!
The blonde fretted over the disturbance that he was causing. It was literally a war zone here, girls pulling hair and throwing insults everywhere, a few guys getting in on the action too for some weird reason(?). Many others stopped to look at the riot, specifically ogling at the blonde from a distance because they'd rather not get a broken nose on a perfectly good day.
Caught up in his worry and confusion, Naruto felt a hand drag his arm under, over, and around fangirls until they were safely at a hidden alleyway, secluding the two.
Catching his breath, Naruto looked up to scrutinize his savior. He gasped at the paleness of the boy, er, girl?!
The it, he decided to go with, was actually a pretty little thing. Small and cute nose, smooth and fair skin, silky midnight black hair, and eyes so dark that you could watch them all day if you didn't have a life, which were framed by long, delicate eyelashes.
Suddenly, he didn't know how the idea got stuck in his head but he daringly questioned the young thing.
"Are you by any chance related to one Itachi Uchiha?"
The boy looked up just as shocked as he was, though hidden very well just like all Uchiha's were somehow entitled to, the question lingering in the air awkwardly.
"...yes. How did you know?"
"Well...for one thing, he's my manager. And for another, you guys look very much alike except that he's a tad older, taller, and probably a bit more sadistic perhaps?" The blonde turned bambi-like eyes to the gir- it- in hopes that his savior was not anything related to sadistic.
The only response that he received from the other was a full blush upon his pretty features. Almost looking like...a tomato.
"Err, are you ok?"
The little thing managed to grunt out a coherent indication of "yes," and proceeded to stare at Naruto a little.
"Ah, sorry for my rudeness, I'm Naruto Kaz-"
A slender finger pushed itself onto the blonde's mouth.
"Shhh, I already know," Itachi's little " it" was blushing hard again, confusing Naruto even more.
"Oh right, I guess you've probably heard about me from Itachi, huh?" The blonde raised an arm to scratch the back of his head when an outburst from the raven almost made him tear off his precious, gold hair.
"No!" Itachi's...whatever pulled back its arms as if a little ashamed of its bold actions and loud yell.
"...Itachi doesn't have to tell me," the thing answered, twiddling his fingers with a blush adorned to his face in a cute tsundere-like way, "because...I'm your fan."
Blue eyes rounded like tires, a bit shocked, surprised, flabbergasted, you name it and most of all, a little proud that the younger sibling of the Itachi Uchiha was a fan of him. Him.
At the lack of a response, Itachi's sibling decided to formally introduce himself.
"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, younger brother to Itachi Uchiha. I'm in my second year of Highschool at Konoha Prestigious High, 15 years old and insanely smart. Also, I'm a boy," the pretty 'boy' smiled as he lifted up his soft fingers to shut the blonde's mouth. "Hn. And close your mouth, Dobe, or you might get some flies inside."
Naruto was baffled at finding Itachi's younger brother, finding out that Sasuke was Naruto's fan, and that the it was actually a boy?! That was surely a lot to take in, for Sasuke had to deal with a statue that lingered for long moments before it would become animate again.
Dark eyebrows thundered at the blonde. Even if they were unmoving, the slightest lift in them indicated all the pains that the blonde would suffer.
"And what, pray tell, was my exact warning?"
"Err, put on some shades and don't get lost?" he said in a little voice, wincing when Itachi calmly replied like he always did.
"And? What did you go off and do, little Naruto?"
"...lose my shades?"
"And?"
"..."
"What else?" the almost glaring male growled out.
"...yougotyourselflost?" he whispered quickly, averting quivering eyes.
"WHAT."
"E-err, what I meant to say was, I got myself lost and was kindly founded by your very kind, un-sadistic younger brother!" his body shook violently at the passive aggressive tone Itachi was using against him. It just wasn't fair. Life hated him.
"Hn. Trust me, he's a true sadist at heart my dear Naruto," the manager made oogly eyes as he said this piece of information as a matter of fact. The blonde crumpled in a sort of defeat as if the Uchiha line had planned to surround Naruto with Uchihas. Sadistic Uchihas. "And? How are you going to learn from this?" Itachi just stood leaning on a table and studying his nails. The black nail polish he had on from his weekly commitment was starting to peel. He'd have to reserve some time later to fix that up.
"Put on shades and walk like a dog at your beck and call?"
With an acknowledging smirk, Itachi gave Naruto the ok, but still lowered his Ramen limitation for the month. The younger male sauntered off, a little tune in his step if anyone was very observant of the Uchiha characteristics.
The studio's mood was now that of a gloomy, depressed one, the atmosphere being emitted from one blonde indulging in a dark corner to sulk.
A/N: I get that when I say "lower the limit/limitation," it might come off as taking off the limit on Naruto's Ramen and not as in lowering the amount Naruto is able to eat per month. So I apologize for that. I didn't mean to create that misunderstanding. ):
Rewritten: 1/9/2016
