DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto. Never have, never will.
My first fanfic. Sorry about any errors in grammar, spelling or OOCness. Un-betaed.
In Sasuke's POV
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Damn it. How could Gaara had been so stupid as to not have locked the conference room's doors. He was the last one to come in the room. It was a secret code, etiquette, or whatever, for every illicit meeting. Everyone knew that.
Hn. Now, to my problem. Naruto Uzumaki. I had thought the blonde to be cute the first time I met him. Not awestucking gorgeous. Well, maybe more than cute. Uzumaki, with his spiky hair, button nose and not so short stature. He did not stand out. He was quiet and soft-spoken. But, I had the thought that it was not the real him, though; that he was like a "silent waters run deep" kind of guy. So, I was a little interested.
Especially when I became aware of his stares. It looked like Uzumaki was a little into me too. Although, as I try to meet his eyes, he always quickly averted his gaze. This happened many times over. And because of it, my interest waned, faded and totally disappeared. I was not the type to go after a guy. I was always the guy being went after for. He was bland and boring. If he did not have the guts to go over and start something, I wouldn't bother with him at all.
But enough of what I thought of Uzumaki. I had to think of a plan on how to shut the blonde up. He had better know how to keep secret things, secret. But if the idiot did not know that, well...
The day after, I was half-expecting the gossip about me and Gaara to be widespread already, destroying the "good boy next door" reputation that I had groomed ever since I had entered the company. But, it wasn't. Good. The idiot did know when and where to keep his mouth shut. However, it would be better to have..er... a contingency, in case Uzumaki slipped and his tongue got away from him.
With a half-baked plan in mind, I sauntered to the idiot's desk. Said idoit seemed to be daydreaming, staring blankly at his computer screen, his hands on the keyboard but doing nothing. How pathetic. I cleared my throat to announce my presence. The blonde was startled and quickly looked my way, blinked twice and then looked a little bit panicked, a telltale blush on his cheeks. "U-Uchicha-san..." he stuttered.
So, I could get a reaction like that from this guy, huh? The half-baked plan was on its way to being fully-baked.
"Uzumaki, would you like to have lunch with me today? My treat." I was turning on the charm to full blast. No one had ever resisted me when I was my alluring self. And true enough... "Uhmm..I..I would be pleased to. Thank y-you." he replied, his blush becoming more prominent. What a pushover.
"Hn. Great. Let's go to Jillian's, if it's okay with you. It's a restaurant a block from here. The cafeteria in this building is a dump."
"Yeah..." No personality whatsoever. Can't he be a little bit more articulate than that?
"See you at noon. I'll be counting the minutes." I smiled and winked. It was a very cheesy but I thought it would be something that my "good boy next door" image would have likely said and done. And with that reply, I left Uzumaki, who had an expression of surprise mixed with disbelief.
My freshly baked plan had started.
By 12 noon, the blonde and I were walking towards Jillian's, conversing about the weather and work. The conversation was almost one-side, I was uncharacteristically talkative while my companion was down to stuttered monosyllabic replies. "Y-yeah..." "N-no..." "S-sure..." This guy was really boring. I stifled a yawn as this thought crossed my mind.
"Uchiha-san, you don't have to pay for the both of us. I can pay for myself." Uzumaki said as we were finished with lunch. "I said it was my treat, didn't I?" I replied. Our lunch was, for a lack of a better word, not as boring. The blonde was not talkative but he was responsive enough for us to have a decent conversation. Our conversation went from work-related to a little bit personal, like his favorite color (orange), and his favorite meal (ramen) and his favorite restaurant - more like a ramen stand (Ichiraku's). But we did not talk about the scene that he had witnessed between Gaara and I. There were no outright threats of keeping idiots' mouths shut nor thinly-veiled warnings of the importance of keeping tongues in check.
There was no need to. The plan will ensure Naruto Uzumaki's silence, the plan to have him fall desperately in love with me. This was my contingency, for whom in his right mind, can betray the person he loves? I didn't have to push hard for him to love me, for Naruto Uzumaki was already half way there from the beginning.
And let's face it. Who can deny me, Sasuke Uchiha?
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter and for making Sasuke an ass. My muses made me do it. Hope you like this chapter. Please review. They keep me inspired (and off my lazy bum). Next chapter - will Naruto go with Sasuke's (baked) plan?