"So, bastard, what are we going to do today?"

Sasuke glanced up from the article he was skimming, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. "We?" he questioned, raising a single eyebrow "I thought we went over this issue already dobe. I have to attend to my courses during the day. You can go and do whatever you please Naruto, but don't expect me to tag along."

"But Sasukeee" the blond man whined, drawing out the others name "It's a Saturday, I know you don't have any classes today!"

The brunet replied with just a single 'hn' before taking a sip of his coffee and turning back to the article. "Even so, I doubt there are any activities that both of us would enjoy doing."

Naruto stood up from his place at the glass-topped kitchen table and wandered over to the cupboards to search for something for breakfast. "You can't say that," he stated, opening up the doors and rummaging through the contents of one of the shelves. He grinned widely as he discovered a cup of instant ramen behind a box of cereal and pulled his prize out. "We both ended up in the same industry, the same company even! Our music tastes don't differ all that much either."

"Yes, but the similarities end there. Our personalities clash often, your fashion sense is absolutely repulsive, and even our appearances seem to be completely opposite," Sasuke replied, sniffing at his toast before taking a hesitant nibble. He had never had a talent for the culinary arts, his half-burned breakfast an example of such.

"You know what they say," the blond responded, a grin rippling across his face once again as he placed his choice of breakfast into the microwave and punched in the correct amount of time "opposites attract, and by your standards, we definitely fall into that category."

The raven rolled his dark eyes "We've been there, done that Naruto. I thought that was just 'experimentation' as you called it. A high school fling if you may."

"Yeah, yeah bastard, you know you can hardly keep your grubby little hands off this hot bod," the other man replied, whipping his head so that his cerulean orbs were shrouded by his bangs and then flexed his arm muscles. "Your pale ass could never compete with it, may as well just join the following I have."

Sasuke glanced down towards his fingers, he didn't think they seemed dirty or small. Elegant was a description that held more truth to it. "Yes Naruto, that is why I have had to file multiple restraining orders against members of both the female and male populace, while you have been sent to the hospital several times with injuries from 'flirting gone wrong' as you call it."

"Neh, whatever," the blond muttered, pulling his breakfast out of the machine it was in and transporting it over to the table. "Oh, ow, shit hot hot hot!"

Sasuke didn't bother with a response this time, instead maneuvering his way around the idiot in order to dispose of the burnt areas of his toast. He stared remorsefully at the wasted food as the garbage can slid closed. Izuna had always lectured him about the children starving in other parts of the world and how they would have eaten what he had thrown away. It always saddened him how wasteful everyone was despite this fact.

The brunet leaned leisurely against the brown agate countertop, his dark eyes gazing out towards the sea. The sky was almost cloudless today and the sun shone brightly. Navy waves from the ocean seemed to brush up gently against the sand, as if the two were lovers sharing gentle touches. It was the perfect beach day.

Sasuke hated it.

As an Uchiha with pale skin, he tended to burn rather than tan. The dark, concealing clothes that made up his usual outfits left the man feeling overheated and dehydrated after a short period of time. If he removed any of his garments, women and men alike flocked to him like starving animals. The sand also loved to give him a mind fuck by ending up in places it should not be, despite the fact that he spent almost all of his time in a chair elevated high above the damned substance.

Naruto, however, did not share his opinion.

"Bastard!" the blond exclaimed, his head snapping away from the sight he too had been staring at to look at Sasuke. "Let's go to the beach!"

"No," the brunet responded blandly, his gaze unwavering.

"But why not," Naruto whined once again "it's so nice out today! It would be a waste to just sit inside and do nothing!"

"I wouldn't be doing nothing dobe," the raven snapped back, standing up straight with eyes flashing "I would probably go out to scavenge one of the bars here for musical talent, you know, what we're suppose to be doing instead of taking a day off to screw off?"

The blue-eyed man stuck up his hands in defense. "Jeez, no need to get so prissy bastard. I doubt Madara-Sama will care, or even find out if we spend one day relaxing under the fine rays of Sunas' sun. If it bothers you that much, we could even stop for dinner at one of those tacky tourist bars that have local bands play, then it would be, in fact, considered work."

"Yeah, I suppose so, but my uncle left a note saying that the house keepers would be coming here today. What if they steal something while we are gone?" Sasuke questioned, reaching his arms high above his head in order to stretch his back. He let out a low groan of satisfaction as a cracking noise resonated through the room.

Naruto glanced at the Uchiha with a disgusted look on his face in response to the popping noise. "Ugh, don't do that teme," he groaned, picking up his now empty cup of ramen and moving towards the sink to rinse the container out. "I doubt that they are going to rob the house. Don't you think if they were going to, they would have done so when we weren't here?"

"Well," the brunet muttered haughtily, "you can never know the bounds of peoples' audacity. There are new things to snatch now that we have arrived anyways."

The other man failed to hold in a snort "Oh yeah, my Gama-Chan plushy and your Human Geography textbook are definitely more desirable than anything in this mansion."

Sasuke just grumbled in response and watched as Naruto disposed of his trash and went to rifle through the fridge in search of something. Then the realization hit him.

"Wait, Naruto, you still have your frog stuffed animal from kindergarten?"

It was around 11:00 A.M. that Sasuke found himself removing items from back of the Hummer and organizing them into his backpack. Naruto had insisted they go to the public beach instead of the private one off of Madara and Zunis' lot with claims that wanted to make friends because he 'wasn't an emo loner like Sasuke' and that he also 'wanted to put the moves on some hot babes.' This, of course meant that the brunet had once again had to drive among the elderly in the worst traffic he had ever seen. He had been in Southwest Suna for less than two days and he was already considering mounting a machine gun on the top of the truck and commanding Naruto to shoot out the tires of bad drivers from the roof.

He was clad in an airy, white button-down shirt and beige cargo pants. Underneath he wore navy swim trunks adorned with an Uchiha crest on the right leg. Plain brown flip-flops finished off the ensemble along with his black backpack and sunglasses. Naruto had on a black wife-beater along with an atrocious pair of bright orange trunks and the same sandals Sasuke had (the blond had squawked over this for a full five minuets before the brunet had threatened destroy any traces of ramen from the house until Christmas). The man had chucked his own bag at Sasuke before sprinting off towards the steps that would lead them to the shore.

Heaving a sigh, the raven-haired man locked the vehicle before stuffing the keys into one of the many pockets of his backpack and trailing the other male. Gazing out towards the sand, he took in the fact that this beach was the same as the one at the mansion, except with many more people. Food and drink stands also littered the area, along with vendors who attempted to persuade individuals to try one activity or another. They filled up almost every foot of sand, their ages ranging from babies to those who looked to be more than 100. This meant they would probably have to walk quite a distance to find an open spot.

Oh joy.

He glanced around for a few moments before spotting Narutos' form- mostly due to the obnoxious outfit- running down the shore to his left. Growling slightly as the other man was lost in a crowd of beach-goers, Sasuke took off after him, sprinting.

It was on days like today that he was thankful that he had a history of being his high schools' track star. His lithe form, strong legs and other ninja-esque abilities allowed him to easily catch up to the blond idiot. He dodged around women, men, and children like it was nobodys' business, not once being distracted by anyone's attempts to gain his attention or otherwise. That is, until he was right next to the other man.

"Hahaha, let's make it a race bastard, just like old times!" Naruto had cried between deep breaths, pumping his legs faster and pulling ahead just a smidge.

The raven had said nothing in response, just narrowed his eyes and pushed his body a little harder. He would never admit it out loud, but since beginning work for his uncle and starting yet another semester at the university, he had fallen out of shape. There was a rather hefty percent chance that the blond would be able to beat him, but there was no way in hell he was going down without a fight.

The two men ran for about a minuet straight, neither muttering a word to the other. People blurred by, only distinguishable by blobs of color. A wide-open expanse of sand lay on the horizon; the finish line. Sasuke had managed to gain a lead of a few inches a mere several feet away from the goal when someone to the left caught his eye.

The man was absolutely fucking gorgeous, and Sasuke didn't admit that about many people. Shiny, onyx hair cascaded down porcelain shoulders to the bottom of the blades, while long bands framed a beautiful oval face. Black swim trunks hung low on his sharp hip bones, covered slightly by a shirt much like his own, only in a color that was much like that of graphite. The front was left open, letting the world see toned abdominals, and sleeves cinched to the upper arms by small buttons. Mocha colored eyes, dark and smoldering took in the scene of him and Naruto sprinting down the beach like children.

Sasuke felt a sort of heat run rampant in his belly and lower regions. Whoever this stranger was, he was the most attractive thing the raven had seen in a very, very long time. He honestly could not take his eyes off the god-on-earth, which explains the reasons as to why he tripped on a palm frond and face planted into the sand.

Wow. He felt classy.

Lifting his head up and spitting out the mouthful of who-knows-what, Sasuke looked over at Naruto who had fallen to the ground in fits of hearty laughter. He snarled, enraged, and chucked the other mans' backpack at his head.

"Ha, ha! Oh my god teme, what the hell?" he choked out between his muffled fits of hysterics. "H-h-how did you end up tripping like that? Ha-haa, this is like, the funniest thing I've seen in a long time! Too bad I didn't tape it, you were all like 'Oh fuc-' and I heard this thump from behind me, and ha- oh god, you were all sprawled out and shi-"

It was at this point that the blond was shut up when Sasuke slammed his face into the sand. They wrestled around for a few moments, ignoring the blatant stares of other people, before settling down.

"Anyways bastard, what were you lookin' at that distracted you so damn much?" the Naruto gasped out, falling onto his back.

The raven-haired man squirmed uncomfortably, before responding. "There was this really attractive man right over," he paused to turn back where he had seen the individual only to wilt a little when the man was no longer present, "-there."

Naruto furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "You sure you ain't seeing things?" he questioned warily. "Uchihas really don't fare very well in the sun and heat for too long do they? Damn your fuckin' vampire genes."

Suddenly, the cerulean-eyed man stood up and heaved the much smaller man over his shoulder.

"What-what do you think your doing dobe?" Sasuke snarled, banging at the others tan back.

"Carrying you to our spot, I think the sun is makin' your weak ass dehydrated, therefore making you see things that don't really exist. After I finish situating you, I'm going to run back to one of those stalls and grab us both something to drink," Naruto responded seriously. "I can't get the feel of sand out of my mouth. Ew."

Sasuke just heaved a sigh and readjusted his position. Maybe he really had imagined that beautiful man and the sun was getting to him. Somewhere, deep in his chest however, he hoped this statement was untrue.

Sasuke readjusted the sunglasses on his face and shifted uncomfortably on his maroon towel. Naruto had been gone for over an hour now, and the sun was beginning to burn his back. If he tried to lie on it, his front would just get too damn hot, so he was forced to rotate positions every few minuets. He needed Naruto to return so the blond could help him apply sunscreen in the spots he could not reach himself.

Going in the ocean was not an option either, as he had been threatened with castration if he even got a droplet of water on his skin. Naruto had apparently though he was so delirious that he would drown if he travelled anywhere near the ocean. While the thought was nice, it did limit what he could actually do. The blond was such a mother hen at times.

For the past half an hour, he had been texting Izuna. The topic of the beautiful man had of course been main conversation as his younger uncle was certainly good at giving advice about such things (He was not sure why though, as far as he could tell, both of his 'parents' had only been with each other their whole lives). Madara would have blown the whole thing out of proportion and started to make sexual comments, not something Sasuke needed to hear in the situation. He was a good father figure, but only to a certain extent.

Letting a small sigh escape past his pale pink lips, the raven let his eyes droop shut. While lying in the sun was not the most entertaining thing to do and a little more than uncomfortable, the warmth made him sleepy. He didn't usually nap, but in a situation such as this one, he could definitely see how someone could…

"Hey! Bastard! Wake up! You better not have died on me dammit!"

The raven blinked open his dark orbs, squinting against the glare of the sun. "Naruto?" he grumbled lowly, moving to sit up.

"Oh thank kami-sama you're alive!" Naruto cried, falling on his knees in the sand, "I don't know how I would have explained your untimely death to Madara." He thrust a red plastic cup towards Sasuke. "Here's your drink by the way."

The raven took a hesitant sip before deeming it was indeed consumable. Rather than thank the blond however, he decided chastising would be a more suitable approach. "What the hell took you so long anyways?"

Naruto chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his tan neck. "He he he, well you see," he started, "it's a funny story. I had made it all the way back to one of those funky stands that sells overpriced drinks and was standing at the register when I realized I forgot my wallet back here with you. The cashier was lookin' mighty pissed at me cause' I took forever deciding what I wanted so, it was real scary explaining that I didn't have any money to pay for them. The dude looked about ready to skin me alive when this really nice guy behind me offered up the cash! It was such a fuckin' relief man, I felt so indebted to him. I said I would repay him but he was all like 'no, It's fine, it's just the right thing to do,' and I didn't wanna make anyone else mad, so I left."

"That still doesn't explain anything, that exchange took what, about five minuets?" Sasuke grouched.

"Jeez bastard, you aren't my mama or wife, why do you care so much? All you ever do is nag nag nag. That wasn't the end of the story anyways," Naruto snapped back, standing up to his full height of six feet, three inches. "As I was saying before, I just left the stand when suddenly these two lame-ass beach cops rolled up on a couple of Segways and were givin' the guy who bought these drinks a tough time. They kept sayin' he was 'disturbing the peace by hanging around too long' or some dumb crap like that. Feeling I owed him something, I stepped in and told em' that he was with us. After a little bantering, they seemed to back off but they said they would be watching," Naruto shuddered a little at this. "The guy thanked me for the help, and said he had to get going before they actually removed him with force, but I insisted he come chill with us for at least a little while. It was the least I could offer, seeing as he paid for our drinks and all."

The dark-eyed man let out a groan, "Dobe, what the hell? Usually those 'good-citizen' type of people are creeps." Thoughts of some of those type terrifying individuals who he had dealt with in his high school years' flashed through his mind. Zabuza Momochi, who had held open the door for him at the library before attempting to feel him up, had been a prime example. One of his old teachers, Yamato, had been another with his excessive gifting of suggestive objects sculpted of wood.

The blond scoffed "Be nice, he prevented you from becoming dehydrated."

"Hn, whatever," Sasuke responded. "Where is this savior of mine anyways?"

Naruto gave a nonchalant shrug. "He said he was going to go get his stuff then meet me back over here." Spinning around on his heels, the blond gazed in the direction in which he had come from. "Wait, there he is now! Teme, sit up and try not to be such a jackass."

The raven grumbled and planted his drink in the sand before sluggishly moving into a sitting position. He wriggled his toes and stretched his legs as a second shadow fell over him. Glancing upwards he felt his jaw go slack and mouth go dry.

Beside Naruto stood the stunning, god of a man that had distracted him before.

"Sasuke, meet Hatake Itachi."

TBC

A/N: Updated. Thank you to all those that reviewed the last chapter, I appreciate it. The more reviews I receive the faster I will update... Flames are accepted.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters associated with the series. I also do not own Segway. The plot to this story, however, is my own.