Please note: I edited chapter one before putting this up, so if you are reading this after getting an alert or something, please reread the first chapter, there are a few minor changes. I am back involved with this story. The idea has still been plaguing me these four years and now it is ready to be written.

Chapter 1

Sasuke stretched, yawning as he pushed open the doors to his building. Getting home late was certainly something he was used to, but staying in the office until one in the morning might be some new kind of record for him. The building had been cleared at one minute past five, bar security, everyone keen to enjoy their Friday night, but Sasuke knew he would get no rest this weekend unless he prepared his notes for his case on Monday morning. As it was, he was most likely going to be fussing over it until then, but he chose to ignore that fact, telling himself that he was done and a shower and something to eat with his new book would be the best way to start his weekend.

Today though, it seemed fate wasn't on his side and as he pushed the button to close the elevators he heard a yell asking to hold the lift. Sasuke snorted, wondering why this person even bothered. He was on the top floor and he never held the lift for anyone, having no interest in being held up getting to his apartment. A foot in the door caused them to spring back open and Sasuke mentally sighed at his misfortune. Now he would be stuck with this person – probably drunk at this point on a Friday – trying to make small talk with him as they slowed him down in his attempts to just get home already.

"Floor fourteen – oh, looks like that's where you're heading too."

Sasuke turned to get a look at which neighbour he was sharing the lift with. It wasn't however, someone he was familiar with. This didn't completely surprise Sasuke as he made a deliberate attempt to avoid the other occupants of his building, but it would be lying to say he hadn't crossed paths with many of them at some stage. Sasuke assumed this man was about the same age as he was, but this man had longish spiked blonde hair and eyes of a piercing blue. He was about 4 inches shorter, perhaps 5'8" and shifting the box he was holding to his shoulder he extended his hand. "Hi! I'm Uzumaki Naruto. I'm new to the building and apparently I'm on your floor.. I just moved here from Nara."

Ignoring the outstretched hand Sasuke turned about. "Well, what brings you to Kyoto?"

Looking slightly crest fallen, Naruto lowered his hand as the elevator ascended. "Well aren't you rude? Work brings me here..." he stared at Sasuke in a confused manner. "Aren't you even going to introduce yourself?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sasuke walked out of the elevator when it came to a halt and the doors opened. "Hn, I see no reason I telling you who I am."

"Well, if you insist... I suppose it was nice meeting you though, I'm sure it won't be the last time... Mr Uchiha."

Sasuke raised his eyebrows as the blonde entered the apartment across the hall and one door up from him. He gathered that the blonde knew his name after reading the small plaque bearing his name and profession on his door, but it weirded him out none the less. Jeez, what an idiot. No doubt he'll be hosting loud parties, disturbing the one place I get any peace and try and be all friendly. Ugh. Sasuke paused in turning his keys in the lock, wondering to himself when that apartment became vacated. Or more to the point, when he ever saw anyone actually living there. Apartments in the centre of the city were hard to come by and quite expensive. He wondered what the blond did to afford it and shook his head, asking himself why he was even wasting his thoughts on this. His apartment had his curry from the night before and a nice cup of sake with his name on it. Perhaps he'd even spoil himself with a bath instead of a shower as well.

He nodded to himself as he walked in. He had better things to think about than the life of his new neighbour. Sasuke left here early and got back late, they would hard cross paths, there was no reason to be concerning himself with the other.

Naruto dropped the box on dining table, throwing his keys down beside it. He stretched as he looked around his apartment, nice enough but definitely going to take some adjustment from the Akatsuki mansion. He was glad Itachi had had this place set up and ready. He wondered to himself why he hadn't put this plan into action sooner. He must've had this apartment sitting here for a long time. What a waste of money. He couldn't understand the patience Itachi had. He supposed knowing you were going to be alive for forever developed that in you. Naruto assumed he would never accustom to that, the fact that he would be twenty three forever hadn't settled with him for the last eight years, he assumed it wouldn't be doing so any time soon.

He glanced at his watch, thinking to himself that if Sasuke came home this late every night and remained this rude, things were going to be difficult to say in the least. He seemed oblivious to the charms that Naruto was gifted with when he was turned. Hell, he'd been charming enough before that, he shouldn't have even needed it. But this was what he did. Seduced, made himself irresistible, then killed. He'd never had a problem with that before, male, female, it didn't matter. No one could resist him. It seemed the one person he really needed this to work on was strangely immune though. That just wouldn't do.

Deciding it would be time to set his plan into action, he opened the window, looking out at the city below. It was strange to consider this would be his home for the foreseeable future. Normally they only came to the city to hunt, the deaths were less noticable with a population as high as in the city. He reached into his pocket, fingers curling around the paper with this secretary's address on it. He didn't like killing random people, but he supposed it was unavoidable if things were to work out as he planned. He considered the room for error, but decided it was too small to really cause any fuss or concern. He said a silent prayer for the woman who would soon meet her demise, though as always wondered why he bothered – he had long since abandoned any notions of a God. If he existed, he was cruel to torment his earth with the existence of Naruto's kind.

Allowing his thoughts to drift from his long lost faith, he pulled the fly screen out, throwing it on the floor so he would remember to dispose of it. He turned and pulled his cloak from his bag, throwing it on and fastening it at the neck, before jumping from the window and landing gracefully on the roof of the building beside their apartments, before darting into the night. He wanted this done quick so he could move on with everything else set to do. A flash of the face he'd just met, so similar yet so different to Itachi's crossed his mind and he was filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement for the time to come. He made his way across the city, along the path he had carefully memorised, his mind filled with thoughts of how he would approach his interview tomorrow. He needed to subtly charm, he still needed to appear professional. He stopped at the building and counted along the windows on the third floor. He paused, knowing this needed to be as minimally suspicious as possible and pulled on his gloves,before he jumped up, grabbing the window sill with one hand and the fly screen with the other and pulling it out and pushing the window open. He thanked the warm weather and the fact that people in apartment buildings seemed to think unlocked windows weren't a security risk. He peered through the window, met with silence which he matched as he crept into the room. He placed the fly screen on the table so he wouldn't forget to replace it before he left and slowly walked through the room, lit only by the moonlight drifting through the open window.

As he walked through the house, he peeked in a room and saw a young woman asleep on the bed. He raised an eyebrow appreciatively, slowly walking in to observe her. It was always such a shame when he had to kill pretty things. He blamed the light but her hair almost looked blue. Her shirt was pulled tight across the expanse of her chest and he vaguely wondered how long it had been since he'd been with a woman before he shook his head. Now was not the time. If anything was going to make this suspicious it would fucking the girl before he killed her. He sighed at the loss before he made his way to the bathroom, checking her medicine cupboard. He pulled out a razor, checking the bottles before he found sleeping tablets and pulled them out too. Returning to the girl, he once more fell victim to a wave of desire, but figured he would feed on her and then return to the night to find some other innocent to satisfy him. He opened the pill bottle and emptied it in his hand, before he kneeled beside the girl and bit into her neck. She awoke with a gentle moan and Naruto's eyes flickered shut as her blood rushed into his mouth. God he would never tire of this.

She twisted in pleasure and he used one hand to hold her still while he tipped the pills into her open mouth, before holding it closed. He reluctantly pulled back from her neck, knowing he shouldn't take too much blood and licked the wound, watching as it closed.

"Swallow." he ordered, voice thick with allure and charm. She obeyed, eyes still lidded in desire and she choked slightly as she did and he watched as the bulge in her throat descended. He placed the empty bottle in her hand, he pulled the razor apart, carefully pulling the blade out and putting it between her fingers. He held them closed with his own and guided the delirious girl's hand to her wrist, before pushing it down against her skin, tearing through it once he was satisfied with the depth. Blood began to rush and he quickly let go, making sure not to mark himself with it and he watched as her head tilted to the side, the drugs and pain overcoming her. He investigated the wound and decided the combination of blood loss and overdose would kill her in the next few minutes, though he waited as he watched the rise and fall of her chest quicken, occasional moans of pain escaping her, before her chest slowed, then stopped. He gently placed a finger against her neck and when no pulse met him, he stood quickly and left the room, grabbing the fly screen as he went. He dropped out, grabbing the ledge and pulling the window closed. He carefully set the fly screen back in its frame before he dropped back to the street and dusted himself off. He checked his watch, seeing it had only just gone one thirty and smiled. He had plenty of time to seduce some attractive girl before returning home. Ducking from the alley he blended into the street, his regret for the dead girl in the apartment above him forgotten as he set about hunting his prey.

Sasuke rubbed his eyes as he returned to the office after lunch on Monday. He supposed the start of the trial this morning had went well, but he would have hoped for better. If he was honest with himself, all signed pointed to guilty so the job he must be doing a fantastic job if he was casting doubt in what should be a plainly obvious verdict. He entered the foyer and glared when the receptionist jumped from behind her desk and rushed over to him.

"Ah, my apologies Mr Uchiha... I- uh-"

He sighed at the blush that stained the woman's cheeks before he intensified his glare.

"Spit it out, Saki."

"Sorry, sir. Your, secretary, Ms-"

"What about Hinata?" he asked sharply.

"She was, she was found d-d-d-dead in her apartment on Saturday night. It, well, appears to be suicide."

He cursed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Organise for flowers to be sent to the family with my condol- shit, Neji. Is he on leave?"

"Mr Hyuuga has taken personal leave until the funeral on Thursday. It has been arranged that yourself, Mr Nara and Mr Inuzuka will be splitting his most urgent cases between yourselves to meet briefly and explain the situation. It's lucky he doesn't have any court appearances this week so you will mostly be settling the worries of his clients and assuring them that Mr Hyuuga will be returning on Friday due to the death of a close family member."

"Okay. I can do that. Saki can you contact Ino and have her organise interviews for a new secretary for me. I am sure Kiba will lend me her services considering the situation.-"

"Already taken care of, sir. Kiba had her in on Saturday calling resumes we had waiting so he could conduct interviews on Sunday for an immediate start today. Currently Ms Hisagia is training your replacement and will be at your disposal for the period of Mr Hyuuga's absence."

Sasuke nodded and left without a parting word, realising utilising Ten Ten made much more sense than doubling Ino's duties. He allowed himself to feel the surprise of Hinata's death. He had never particularly liked the girl, but she was a good secretary. She was a shy thing but had always seemed happy and he couldn't help but wonder what on earth caused her to end her life. He paused for a moment of grief in the elevator, convincing himself he had no part in her decision. He worked her hard, but he always treated her with respect and courtesy. He gathered his composure as he exited and walked down the hall towards his office to meet his new secretary. He was sure she would be just as nice as Hinata had been and Ten Ten was always diligent and would train her well. He would be in good hands. If she was anything like Ino – and with Kiba hiring it was likely – then he should be thankful.

He stopped at his door, bristling himself and straightening his posture, fulling intending to appropriately intimidate his new worker. Steeling himself, he opened the door and stepped in. Then his composure went straight out the window.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Ten Ten visibly flinched at his tone and the blond in front of her simply smiled.

"Nice to see you again, Mr Uchiha. People say it is much easier to get good work in the city but I hardly expected to be in a fantastic job within 2 days!" he sobered and bowed his head respectfully. "Please excuse my enthusiasm, of course I offer my sincere condolences for the loss of your secretary. I am sure her death weighs heavily on you.

Sasuke wondered if maybe this was all a vision and a product of not enough sleep and considered closing the door and entering again in the hope of meeting a more reasonable scene. He didn't though, knowing nothing would change and he would only achieve looking ridiculous so he refrained.

"Mr Uzumaki, you're my new secretary?"

"Yep! I put my resume in everywhere just before I arrived, of course fate lead me to your office."

He winced at the mention of fate as his thoughts returned to Neji and he pressed against the bridge of his nose.

"Ten Ten, leave us a moment."

The woman didn't need telling twice and stood immediately, brushing past Sasuke and leaving the office, closing the door behind her.

Sasuke took the first opportunity to properly observe the male in front of him, who seemingly had the sense to at least stay silent. He was dressed better than last time, a simple black suit with a blue shirt and black tie. His hair was just as untamed as their last meeting though he assumed it was naturally that way. He sighed, wondering what cruel test this was he was being put through. It was bad enough he had to live across from the obviously idiotic man, knowing he had to work with him too now was too much to bear.

He made a mental note to kick Kiba's ass later.

"Mr Uzumaki, I won't insult you by asking you of your qualifications because I know well enough that you wouldn't have gotten an interview, let alone been hired without them. Let me run you through some ground rules if we are to work together. If my door is closed, you do not enter for any reason unless I call for you. If my door is open, you are permitted to enter. I take my lunch at 12:30, unless I have a meeting scheduled for that time. I take my coffee black, no sugar, or else green tea, either with a dash of cold water. This is a prestigious firm and you are expected to dress, act and speak professionally at all times. Am I clear?"

"With all due respect, sir." he said with a smile, an expression Sasuke was not accustomed to from secretaries he had used that tone on. "I've done this job before, with the exception of your lunch times and your drink preferences, these are things I know and always adhere to. As you said, if I wasn't fit for this job, they wouldn't have hired me."

Sasuke bit his lip as the blond offered a smile which made warmth rush through him and he shook his head, turning away.

"Ten Ten!" he yelled, the brunette immediately bustling through the door. "Please continue your training with Naruto here. I want him working properly as soon as possible."

She nodded, murmuring her response as she resumed her seat by Naruto, he face immediately relaxing as the blond smiled at her. Sasuke walked past the pair and closed the door to his office, sitting down at his desk and groaning, reaching for the scotch. If there was one thing this situation called for, it was a stiff drink.

As Naruto packed up his things, waving Ten Ten off and returning her departing smile, he gave himself a pat on the back for his ability to feign experience. It was all well and good that Itachi was able to fake his resume, but he thought he did an even better job of faking familiarity with the work he was trained in. A week crash course before he arrived wasn't really equivalent to the years of experience he was claiming to have. He stretched, looking at Sasuke's door which had remained closed since he had arrived and wondered how he would go about announcing his departure. He was saved from his thoughts though, as Sasuke opened the door and leant against the frame.

Naruto's thoughts, which had spent a lot of the day focused on that beauty that Ten Ten had introduced him to – though he wondered how pink hair was in any way professional – shifted completely to the man standing in front of him. Sasuke's tie was loosened and his hair fell rebelliously around his eyes. For the first time, Naruto was interested in the man in front of him. He knew just by looking at him that Sasuke was going to be a good fuck, and quite frankly he was definitely hoping he could manage it sooner rather than later. He realised regrettably that there wasn't any opportunity to taste the pale man in front of him, but if he was supposed to make the Uchiha care for him, he'd at least get a good while of sex out of it. He reasoned with himself that you couldn't have everything.

"Mr Uchiha." he said, keeping his voice low enough to sound natural, yet still enticing. "I hope you've had a good day. Ten Ten says I should be ready by the end of tomorrow for you."

Sasuke nodded, taking a sip from the glass of amber liquid he was holding.

"Indeed. May I request lunch with you tomorrow, Naruto? I knew Hinata well enough before she started working for me, I should like to know more of the man who is to be so involved with my day to day life.:

"Of course, sir." Naruto said with a grin. "I'll be heading home now, but should you need anything I'm just across the hall." he said with a wink, Sasuke raising his eyebrow wondering if that was at all appropriate before the blond turned on his heel and left the office. Sasuke's face warped into a frown and he finished his glass, before putting it on Naruto's desk and leaving his office. He still owed Kiba an ass kicking.