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"Sasuke Uchiha."

"Um, pardon me?"

"Sasuke Uchiha is the guy you want, no, need to impress." Uncle Kakashi said to me as he casually sipping his tea. We were currently sitting at a Starbucks, something that kept most of Konoha awake during the day.

I chuckled, taking a drink of my own from a frappachino he ordered me. "I don't 'need' to do anything I don't want to, Kakashi."

"Oh well I thought you wanted to continue your life as a dancer and progress through the stages of fame; my fault."

Sighing annoyingly at his sarcasm I agreed to his statement and opened up to his oh-so-wise words. He smiled through his doctor's mask, something I never saw him without, and continued with his point of discussion. "Sasuke Uchiha is the CEO of the UDA branch in Japan, the one that may or may not have come to see you the other night while you performed, which you did a marvelous job of may I add."

Grinning wholeheartedly as I took full advantage of the bonus of the compliment I urged him to go on. "I don't actually know if he actually showed that night. They said that it was his choice based on the footage of your rehearsal the day before and that it was not to be released until his final decision was presented on Monday. However, I do know that as the best manager in the area I was able to convince him to go out for a night to chat with you over some Italian food." I stared at him in shock, my jaw dropping and hitting the straw of my drink painfully as I tried to digest the news.

"Him, as in Sasuke Uchiha? You...YOU GOT SASUKE UCHIHA TO EAT DINNER WITH ME OH-" At this point I was standing up and shouting, embarrassing the older man and I as he sighed and got me to settle down. "You are the best, Kakashi. I don't know anyone else who manages to be the chilled out doctor-manager-guardian like you do!"

"Maybe because there is most likely not someone else with that title,"

"Whatever! Accept a compliment for once." I smiled, laughing out of nowhere after a few seconds of silence like a madman from my glee. "What's the catch?"

"The only thing I ask of you is that you explain to me why I found you passed out in your room yesterday and why you didn't wake up until this morning." I held my mouth open as if I were going to explain, my mind at a blank as to what to say exactly.

"I don't know." He gave me his look of doubt and I gave in, yet again, and explained what had happened the night before yesterday. "...and then I woke up in my apartment this morning when you called me. I don't know how I got there, but I'll give Neji a call and ask him about it. I think he might've had something to with it."

Kakashi leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing and his face still as he seemed to be trying to conjure a reasoning for the incident. "Naruto, I know that I didn't exactly raise you, and I know that no one really did, but I do recall having several in depth conversations with you."

Yeah, I know this too. There's no way I could forget being abandoned for all those years.

"Get to the point, please? If you've talked with me so much you must know that I'm not much for going back to all of that,"

"Yes yes I do. What I'm trying to get is that I'm pretty sure I know what you're point of view on meeting your other half is, am I correct?"

"Well I guess that depends on what you're gonna say, huh?"

He sighed from frustration, his eyes warning me to cut out the sarcasm or he'll just get up and leave. I complied to avoid the latter. "You really don't want to meet your soulmate, do you? Or is it that you don't give a care about the inevitable?"

"What does it matter?"

"Have you considered that you've crossed paths already?" The statement surprised me, my eyes wide and my body at a halt.

"You cannot be serious, Kakashi."

"As serious as can be, Naruto. That seems to be what it is. Your crossing may not have been direct, but it has arrived and it is more physical than emotional right now. You have one of the rarer and harsher meetings, my little blondie. Most people don't even feel it when they meet their destined other, yet you have not even directly met the person and you've been harmed by the connection. You're going to be a luckier one,"

"A luckier one? How the hell is more pain luckier?" I retorted. He sighed, closing his eyes and sipping his tea to avoid the answer. "I need an answer, Kakashi."

"Love is not gained without pain, just like in all relationships. If it somehow is, it's not true. The more pain you go through, the greater the love is. That's what they say, at least."

I scoffed at his ridiculous answer, getting up and heading over to the trash. He followed quickly behind me, obviously having more to say. "Naruto, you know you have to accept this at one point. The more you avoid this, the sicker you'll get. Is that what you want, huh? To have to quit dancing just because of something stupid?" I stopped, turning and staring at him with a seriousness that was rare for me.

"Then how do you propose I act about this?"

"Accept it when the time comes. You already know that you've seen them somewhere, so now all is left is to meet them." We walked to his car, a simple charcoal Mustang convertible with beige leather interior and an amazing sound system.

After we got into the car and he began to pull out of the parking lot, I spoke my peace. "And how exactly do I find this person?" He smiled, putting his sunglasses on as he began to drive on the bridge.

"You don't."


"Naruto, put the bowtie on." I ignored my Uncle's demand, tucking my plain white button-down into my black denim dance jeans, pushing a studded belt through the loops and slipping some boat shoes on. Once again, he tried to get me to put a darn bowtie on. One again, I ignored him. I put a chain wallet into my pocket and tried to fix my hair as Kakashi stood angrily next to me.

I was putting on some cologne when red silk was shoved into my chest roughly. "Put this damn bow on, Naruto. For crying out loud you're going to have dinner with Sasuke Uchiha, not Neji or Jiraya." Reluctantly, I sighed and put on the bow, mumbling and grunting under my breath as I did so.

"We have to go or we'll be late, Naru." The masked man urged me out of the door and into his car.

"Don't call me Naru!"


We stepped into the lobby and went over to the receptionist at the five-star hotel, Kakashi stating our business and setting us on our way to his suite.

Even the walls look more expensive than my entire apartment!

We got into his floor, my head focused on all of the decor around me as we walked. Only when Kakashi knocked did it hit me that finally, I was going to have dinner with the CEO of UDA!

"Hello, Mr. Uchiha. I'm-"

"Nice to meet you, Hatake Kakashi. If you don't mind, I'd like to have this evening alone with Mr. Uzumaki. Is that all right?" He cut him off, his eyes focused on his hands more than Kakashi himself.

"That would be okay aswell. Please contact me if you have any problems." The gray haired man stepped aside, and as he revealed a dark haired, tall and flawless man before me, I felt my heart twitch violently at the sight.

He held out his hand, my twitched turning into smothering. "Nice to meet you, Naruto."

I grabbed his hand, shaking it before I brought it back as if I had been singed, a deep and sharp pain wringing up my arm.

What the hell is going on with me? Stop it, Naruto! You're going to blow this!

I tried to shake the pain off, closing my eyes and prying then back open to see the man in front of my grabbing his wrist almost painfully. "Mr. Uchiha, are you al-"

"I'm fine, just a cramp." He seemed to give it a final squeeze before moving aside and welcoming me into his ginormous suite. "Come, have a seat."

Shutting the door behind me I followed him into the dining area, almost afraid to touch anything in fear it might crumble beneath my dirty touch.

I don't deserve to be here. I don't belong here.

We both sat down across from each other, a plate of sushi arranged neatly for two. The pain in my arm slithered up to my shoulder, the pain similar to a burning sensation that I had to live through.

We began talking, occasional bites of food and sips of drinks in between the almost normal conversations. We discussed likes and interest, personalities and goals, hopes and dreams. All of it was pretty normal, nothing too interesting coming about until he mentioned my dancing.

"You seem to live purely for the stage, Naruto." He said before he took another piece of sushi into his mouth. I nodded with a smile, feeling a warmth in my chest sprout from the topic. "Surely it won't last you long; the pay and work is not worth the hassle."

I smiled wider as I responded. "If there's one thing you're wrong about it's that, Mr. Uchiha. I'd give my life for the stage, for the fans; to feel the pure bliss that comes from the satisfaction of their cheers and claps. To feel like I am someone to someone's life."

He stopped all his movements, looking at me with the blankets face I have ever seen. "Interesting."

What the fuck Naruto! Look at what you've done! Oh you just blew it! Great job!

"Please, call me Sasuke." He mentioned before urging me to continue on my thoughts on dancing. The more I did so, the hotter my Mark would singe my skin.

After about twenty minutes of non-stop conversation of my career his watch went off. He pulled back his left sleeve to check his large Rolex, and that's when I felt a dagger plung through my chest.

My Insignia; it's him! Oh my god. What the hell do I do? It hurts! I'm in need of a doctor, my heart is bleeding to death and my Mark is burning me alive. Please, help me!

I stared at his wrist and couldn't help but grab my shoulder, wincing loudly and trying to remain calm. He looked up at me, his face scrunching up and his hand grabbing his wrist again.

"It's you."


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