Naruto stared up at the building in downtown Konoha, absently wiping his sweaty palms on the nicest pair of jeans he owned. He made sure to keep a tight grip on the folder of papers he had. He refused to show up for this meeting in a suit, though Sasuke had nearly ripped his head off when he told him what he was doing.

He would need to impress his father with the job he was going to ask for. But he wasn't going to wear a suit damnit.

It had only been a few days, but with Sasuke and Naruto staying at Iruka and Kakashi's apartment, the parents from hell couldn't touch either one of them. Sasuke was a little peeved that Naruto had never told him about his father wanting to find him, but he had let go of that easily enough when Naruto explained his reasons. He didn't tell Sasuke the reason that he was meeting his father now, but seeing the intense, knowing look in Sasuke's eyes had given him to strength to get into his beat up orange truck, and drive the two hours to downtown.

The fact that Sasuke was literally putting the rest of his life in Naruto's hands didn't help with the nerves any either.

Now that he was standing in front of the building, he was very, very tempted to just walk away, and find a different way of protecting his boyfriend.

That was, until a large hand was placed on his shoulder. Looking to his right, he smiled a bit at Jiraiya. He was the first one that Naruto had called, and over the past few days of talking and getting everything straightened out, they had fallen into an easy friendship. He was glad that his godfather was here right now.

It also turned out, that the envelope of money he found in his apartment at the end of every month, was from his godfather. Minato – he had a hard time thinking of him as his dad – had apparently realized his sons independence and wanting to remain mostly out of the public eye.

"Eh Naruto. You sure you ready for this?" the white haired man asked.

Naruto swallowed and nodded, straightening his shoulders. "This isn't for me. This is for Sasuke."

Jiraiya beamed at him and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright then! Well, let's go!"

Naruto nodded, and followed his godfather.

He shouldn't have been surprised when Jiraiya walked right past the secretary and barged into Minato's office, staying back by the door. He watched in a sort of awe as an older version of himself stood from behind the desk, clad only in jeans and a yellow shirt, his eyebrow twitching in agitation as he glared at Jiraiya.

It wasn't long before office supplies were flying at the perverted white haired man, Minato's face red with agitation.

"How many times" – there was the stapler – "have I told you" – there was a pad of paper – "not to interrupt" – and a few pens – "me" – the phone – "when I'm working?" And then the cup that held all the rest of the writing utensils.

Naruto couldn't stop the snicker that burst forth, freezing both men. Jiraiya had his arms over his head, and Minato already held something else – was that a coffee mug? – and they both turned to look at him. Suddenly, all his amusement was gone, as he stared into a pair of blue eyes that were only slightly lighter then his were.

"Wow."

They both snapped their eyes to Jiraiya, and he just blinked, then shrugged. "You two could be twins."

Minato coughed, blushing in embarrassment, and Naruto had to smirk. Some of his normal cockiness came back, and he walked forward, right hand extended.

"I don't blame you in the least," he said with a smile, and Minato grinned back, returning his handshake. They parted, and he motioned to the chairs in front of the desk. Jiraiya and Naruto sat, while Minato jumped onto his desk, crossing his legs and propping his chin on his hand. Naruto would never have guessed that his father was only 38. His face an energy were more along the lines of, well, Naruto himself. Minato could easily pass for mid to late twenties.

"So, after all this time, what brings you here?"

Naruto's stomach twisted slightly, but with a cocky smirk he slouched back, and crossed his legs on top of the desk. He tapped the folder on his stomach in an even rhythm, sizing his soon to be boss up.

"I have a few proposals I want you to look over. Total, there's four, and each one will help Rasengan Inc. increase their profits, in different ways."

Shrewd interest lit both Minato and Jiraiya's eyes, and Naruto's smirk deepened. "All worthy of becoming the new Vice President of the company."

Minato folded his arms in his lap, and leaned towards Naruto, his head cocked slightly. Naruto met the ice blue eyes, and snickered. It caused Minato to blink, and it just made Naruto shake his head, eyes dancing.

"Dude, if you think you have anything on the Uchiha glare, then you need to think again." Naruto heard the words he said, and his smile fell. He could almost feel some of the color leave his face. Sasuke.

He almost flinched as two sets of eyes sharpened on him, but was able to keep his calm.

"You're still together with Sasuke?" Minato asked, and Naruto simply nodded.

"What are you really here for Naruto?" It was Jiraiya this time, and Naruto sighed. He hadn't told his godfather to real reason for requesting this meeting, but he didn't want his father's help for free.

"Damnit," he growled, rubbing his face harshly. Taking a deep breath, he collected himself. He might as well tell them everything, because if he was hired into any position, it would come out anyway.

Dropping his hands, he looked at the two men with a steely, calm expression. He could do this.

"Alright, this is how it is. I'm a certified genius without the certificate, because no one would ever formally test me. I am only a thesis away from having my Ph.D in three different subjects. I have owned my own businesses since I turned 15, except all of them are under different names. If it were to be known it was me who owned them, they would get no business. I know my way around money, people, and I have killer charisma."

As if to prove it, he dropped his feet, and smiled slightly, his eyes shining with intelligence and sincerity. Even Minato was impressed. He believed Naruto completely, even though none of this was official. He had no doubt he would find papers and evidence of the businesses if he looked hard enough.

"Now, I told you that, because I believe I would be a great asset to the company. The reason I didn't come forward before was because of my pride, and the fact that I was doing fine on my own, and quite liked the fact that people just ignored me. It made life a lot easier."

Naruto closed his eyes and leaned back, taking another deep breath. He listened to the silence in the room for a moment, before opening his eyes and looking back at them, a slight frown between his brows.

"I told you my qualifications, in the hopes that now you think the same thing that I do. Now, I'll tell you the real reason for me coming here."

So he sat, and he could feel his eyes harden when thoughts of Sasuke's parents entered his head. Normally, he would have tried to work his way up the ladder, but he refused to think of what would happen if Sasuke had to spend one more night under their roof. He had to be quick and dirty, and he planned on laying it on as thick as he could get; damn the consequences.

So he told them of his childhood, looking back and forth between them every now and then, his eyes as calm as his heartbeat. It was the past, it couldn't hurt him anymore. He spared himself nothing. The rapes, the constant shifting from place to place, never knowing why. He stared at his father then, boring into the ice blue eyes. His stomach churned uneasily – this was so fucking wrong! – but he would do anything for Sasuke.

By the end of his tale, both faces were tight with anger, and he was still collected. Naruto gave himself a pat on the back for that one.

"You're not affected by this at all, are you?" Minato ground out, his face slightly pale with anger. Naruto shrugged, shifting his weight in the seat a little, and repeated his earlier thoughts out loud.

"It's the past. It can only fuck with me if I let it, and I can't change the past. So there's no point in letting it bother me anymore. I never intended to tell you, but I need this job, and I need it quick."

Minato's anger changed focus then, and he narrowed his eyes at Naruto. "Was everything you just said a lie?"

Naruto stared at him for a long moment, wondering about the best way to give this man proof. Shrugging again he stood, and in a single movement, stripped off his shirt. He breathed deeply as his torso was exposed, well prepared for the looks of horror on both faces.

He knew what his body looked like. It looked exactly like Sasuke's. Except the scars were deeper in places, shifted in others. More stab wounds but less burns. More knife wounds, but less whip marks. They had each been through their own battles, and his voice was hushed as he stood there, looking out the window.

"Does this prove the truth?" He turned and looked at them both, before settling on Minato. "I need a way to protect Sasuke, because his body looks just like mine. Mine are from strangers, his…" Naruto shook his head sadly and put his shirt back on, grabbing the folders on his seat and handing them to Minato. He waited until the elder took them, his hand shaking slightly. Minato physically shook himself as Naruto sat back down, crossing his ankles.

"I need the power and status of being your acknowledged son and Vice President in order to protect him." His cold look was made dangerous by the addition of a sharp grin. "It's just a bonus for you that I actually know how to do the job I'm applying for, and can do it quite well. Look over the plans, please."

Minato just nodded and opened the first folder, his pupils narrowing in interest as he started looking through it. Light dawned on his face in several spots, and he was shaking his head in amazement by the time he got to the end of the second one. Closing it with a snap, his narrowed eyes looked up at Naruto, and grinned wickedly, a slightly unholy light shining in them.

Holding out his hand, he said with confidence, "Welcome to Rasengan Inc., Namikaze Naruto."

With a small sigh of relief and a huge grin, Naruto took it. "Thank you."