It was perhaps a week later when the door opened—the blonde was re-organizing the racks at the time—and the air of an arrogant bastard wafted in. Rolling his blue eyes and scoffing, Naruto walked away from the rack and went farther back to organize the racks found in that part of the store.

As this happened, Sasuke casted a glance about the store, not seeing the blonde—crafty flamer, he is—and is not dressed as a business man today; instead, he donned a simple white collared shirt and immaculate black jeans that dust and dirt didn't dare cling to.

Kiba walked in a few minutes later, eyeing the Uchiha he came to recognize by his now amazing hair and immediately sought out the blonde. "Hey, go up to him. You should see his hair."

The blonde sighed. "For him to only be rude to me again? Kiba, no one has been rude to me…ever! Not since I made a new life here…"

"I know, Naruto. But still, maybe he came to apologize."

This earned a soft scoff in reply.

Kiba chuckled, care-free, unusually. "Okay, maybe not. But…still. It couldn't hurt."

Naruto looked back towards where he knew the Uchiha stood awkwardly. "Fine…" He walked away, his hips naturally swinging to and fro, and in the tight, feminine jeans he was wearing, it really showed off his best attributes, along with the tight, V-neck, orange tee shirt.

Sasuke can sense the queerness nearby and looks in the blonde's direction, who actually looks at the man in return and—his face was so expressive—is surprised by what he sees; the hair, the clothes, the body as he stopped in front of the man. "Can I help you, sir?" The blonde asked.

The 'sir' only quirked an eyebrow, pointedly staring at the orange.

The blonde crossed his arms in front of his chest, annoyed. "Did you need something or not, Sasuke?"

Simply, he replied. "Clothes."

"Well, have at it." Naruto turned, beginning to walk away.

"Isn't it your job to assist customers?"

Sasuke could hear an audible sigh before the blonde man turned back towards him, a hand on his hip. "Is there anything I can help you with today, sir?" The other man had plastered on a fake smile on his lips and his lighthearted tone was so believable that, if it weren't for their last confrontation, one might think that this was the first time the two had met.

Said fake smile only grated on Sasuke's nerves, making him twitch in his usual way. "Don't do that."

"I don't work for you so don't tell me what or what not to do." He turned around again.

Sasuke's hand appeared on the blonde's shoulder, forcing him to stop. "I told you to assist me, which is your job, not to pretend to be nice to me."

Naruto inclined his head to look at the other. "Actually, if I remember correctly, you didn't tell me anything. You said 'isn't it your job to assist customers' and it carried on from there. And, you're right, it is my job to assist customers, and, as it so happens, there is a very nice and decent customer in the dressing area who needs my help with dress measurements." The man shrugged out of Sasuke's hold on his shoulder and walked forward only to be followed by Sasuke, who was muttering something about cousins and fake smiles.

However, the blonde soon got frustrated with Sasuke and abruptly turned around to face him. "What? What do you want?"

"I had thought I'd made that clear…"

At this, the blonde simply rolled his eyes, cocked his hip and placed a well-manicured hand on it. "Clothes, got it. But what type are you going for? Arrogant bastard of the day? Business casual? Superior attitude towards everyone look?"

Sasuke folded his arms, pulling it off in a much straighter manner than the blonde. "Business."

The other walked into the business section of the store, rows upon rows and racks of fine tailored suits of assorted colors. "Arrogant bastard business? Rude ass business? Business casual? Formal?"

Sasuke only narrowed his eyes at the man.

"Earth to Sasuke…are you going to answer my question?"

Sure, he may have responses short-temperedly, but he had a reason to. "Whatever you would label what you game me last time."

"Formal," he replied as he went about looking for similar suits like that of last time. "There are other people who work here, y'know…" he said as he glanced back at Sasuke for a moment.

"Hn…"

"So why my help?"

Sasuke shrugged.

Handing the man a suit, Naruto rolled his eyes. "Here."

The raven glanced at the fabrics, taking them, while the blonde led Sasuke—by the hand—towards the dressing areas and nudges him into a curtained space. "Not strip, then put that suit on. It's simple."

"I know, I've had a little practice." He replied hotly, shutting the curtain.

Despite his mood, though, Naruto smiles, rolling his eyes just before the curtain had closed, blocking each male from sight of the other.

Inside, Sasuke sighed quietly, partially wondering why he was there as he begins to undress while Naruto settled himself on the same red cushion as last week—Kiba having already left with Hinata, the customer with the dress.

The sound of metal rings sliding against a metal rod is the only thing that announces his emergence.

Naruto eyebrows raised as he took in Sasuke's appearance, the dark red, almost bloody coloured suit that the other donned, as he stands, beginning to circle the raven much like before.

Said raven looked down at his suit skeptically. It was a fine color, indeed, but he didn't think it would suit him, so to speak.

And then, suddenly, "No! No, no, no, that will not do."

At this exclamation, the raven cannot deny that he looked, and felt, somewhat relieved.

"With the type of material this is made of, you can't possible make the waistband any shorts…" The blonde was in front of Sasuke as he said this, raising the dress shirt underneath the jacket in order to see where the waist if the pants had stopped. He blinked, a small tint of red overcoming his cheeks. "Oh, um, yea, well, they're too high for your frame. They make your legs look even longer than they already are and that's a bad thing in this color…" To Sasuke, it seemed as if the last part was said rather fast, almost as if the blonde wanted to get away from the Uchiha as quickly as possible.

Which only made him raise an eyebrow at this new and odd behavior. "Oh?"

Naruto quickly looked away from the man's perfect abs and pale skin, that tiny line that led to his pelvis and below the waistband. "Uh, yeah…be right back. Go ahead and, uh, just change out of that and I'll bring you some new pants to try on, yeah?" The bubbly man scurried off before Sasuke could even answer. Nonetheless, though, a slow smirk rose to the raven's lips and he turned back into the dressing room.

A few minutes pass by and Naruto finally turns back up with another pair of pants, the same colour as before but a little slimmer than the ones Sasuke had on previously. He opened the curtain, expecting to see Sasuke in some shorts or still in the pants or something. However, upon seeing that he poorly mistaken, he blinked rapidly. "Uhhh…here." He held out the pants towards the man, turning his head away to not look, or to be caught looking, at the other man. "Sorry, didn't expect to uhm, well, yea…"

Sasuke smirked again, folding his arms, knowing the effect he had on the man. "Peer in on customers often?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed upon turning back to look at Sasuke, focusing on those dangerously appealing smirking lips. "No, teme! And I definitely wouldn't peer at you!" Stalking out, grumbling ot himself about rich people who think everyone wants them, he made his way to the red cushion, settling himself upon it, crossing his legs and arms.

His mood didn't dampen at all at the outburst and, possibly, it had gotten even better. He pulled on the new pair of pants and soon steps out of the dressing room—he seemed to be rather adept at quick-stripping.

The blonde immediately stood, walked over to Sasuke and saw the new waist line, where it ended and nodding in approval. Although, a bright crimson blush overcame his features. "Better…And, the slimmer thigh area compliments your body physique. The dress shirt isn't bulky in the sleeves when you put the jacket on, and the deep red overall looks wonderful…want me to ring it up for you?" He glanced at Sasuke, their eyes almost perfectly even, save for a few centimeters of Naruto's slightly taller heigh—however, it was almost unnoticeable.

Sasuke shrugged. "If it meets your approval."

He nodded once. "Go ahead and take it off and meet me by the cash register."

Sasuke turned away, the new haircut exposing the back of his neck and a small bit of his upper back as he shrugs off his jacket before he even closes the curtain. The blonde, having not completely looked away, blinked, exhaled quickly and rand a hand through his blonde spikes.

"Shit…." Said blonde headed over to the register, grabbing a garment back on the way just to save time.

Soon, though, the raven appeared nonchalantly stepping up to the register, his clothing products in tow.

As the blonde waited for Sasuke to hand him the clothes, he gently tapped his manicured fingers on the counter. "Do you like the color?"

Sasuke shrugged, holding out the merchandise. "Personally reminds me of My Cousin Vinny, but you seem to have for these things, so…"

"I love that movie!" the blonde laughed as a reply.

Which only earned him a raised, perfect, eyebrow. "…How old are you?"

"Twenty four. Why?" Finally, Naruto grabbed the suit from the raven's hand.

"You look younger."

Blonde brows furrowed, seemingly in confusion. "I do?"

"Hn."

"How old do I look?" He finished the question just as he rang up the final item, turning the screen towards Sasuke for the other to read.

"Young." Unlike last time, however, he gives his card to the blonde who then slides it.

"Credit or Debit?"

"Debit."

"Pin, please." He motioned to the number pad.

Long, slender fingers glided over the pad as he puts in his pin number, the blonde watching.

Hearing a chuckle come from the blonde, the raven looks up to meet blue eyes. "That's my birthday."

"Pardon?"

"Oh, um," Naruto said, blushing. "Your pin, twelve-thirty one, it's my birthday…"

"Hn…" Perhaps, to both parties involved, the sound was an odd mix of interest and indifference that probably only the Uchiha could carry off.

"Well, um, yea…" After placing the items in a garment bag so neatly, he walked around the counter to hand them to Sasuke, who, sliding his wallet into his back pocket, held out his hand for the item only for Naruto to cock an eyebrow, holding out the bag for the other to grab. Perhaps it was some sort of childish game in a way with some obscure purpose that neither man knew precisely the meaning behind. Nonetheless, Sasuke took the bag from the man, who then smiled and walked away. "Your hair looks good, by the way."

This statement, however, only left the man blinking, looking after the blonde a moment before a slight smirk appeared on his features and he left the store.