A/N: Third chapter! This is flowing and hell if don't like it! I love when I have will to write and I hope you like this story (: Beware of surprises!

Note! - Not beta-ed! So forgive me for grammatical errors- if there are glaring mistakes, notify me to fix them (:

WARNING: BoyBoy content ahead! I am warning you! If you do not like it, do not read it! Don't flame me! And also pre-warning for mature content later.

Soundtrack for my life

Chapter 3:

*LOSER*

Neji was not pleased- he did not know why he had to do this. It is below his honor to do such thing. He hated this man. He did not know why Uchiha Itachi hired him even if he did not know him at all nor did he knew how he worked. Yet, here he was, standing in middle of Uchiha Itachi's house, scanning surroundings.

Interior of the house was nice- it was spacey now that burnt things were out. Floor is changed, carpet, walls re-painted, staircases fixed. However, it was empty and left for Neji to fill it in and style it up. It was Itachi's request and Tsunade's order (since he refused to come when he was asked nicely).

Neji approached window and looked out- it was looking at the street and driveway. There was small fence and bench right under the window. Small table was beside the bench and climbing roses adorned right part of the house, in full bloom. It looked very pretty but from the inside was white and empty. Neji sighed and turned towards small table in the corner of the empty room. On table were sheets with plans that Neji prepared. He sighed and took out his cell, starting to work.

Itachi parked in front of his house. He exited his car, locked them and then made his way inside. He heard that Hyuuga Neji is supposed to style his kitchen and dinning room; he knew that Neji was only clothing stylist, not stylist of house interior. However, Tsunade convinced him that Neji would be perfect for styling his house so he accepted.

Itachi entered corridor and then turned to enter kitchen but then he stood still as he took in the figure of the other man- chocolate hair was flowing flawlessly down his back and his bangs fell gently on pale cheeks that were slightly flushed. White shirt fitted his chest perfectly, showing strong arms and taught stomach muscles. White, semi-low riding jeans hugged his legs tightly and cupped his ass high, showing its very nice shape. But what stunned Itachi the most were those pure-white, sharp eyes that scanned the sheets in front of him.

Itachi stood there, at the entrance of the kitchen like in a trance, watching beautiful man move bang from his eyes and tucking it behind his ear. Black eyes followed the hand that returned on table and the careless bang that fell back and rested neatly on high cheekbone. Itachi felt his fingers twitch and urge to move that offending bang behind this man's ear. He wanted to feel that man's cheek lean in his touch with closed eyes while letting out content sigh.

His daydreaming burst like bubble when sharp white eyes pierced him. He thought it went right through him. The man stood straight and crossed arms on his well-built chest. He raised his eyebrow as Itachi coughed slightly and approached, introducing himself: "Uchiha Itachi. Pleased to meet you." Neji accepted hand that Itachi offered and shocked it: "Hyuuga Neji, from 'Whirlpool'. I am here for styling your house."

As he let go of Neji's hand, Itachi could still feel the other's gentle touch on his hand. Itachi noticed that Neji had long and nicely shaped fingers. He could still feel slight tingle dancing in his palm. "I will be upstairs, not to disturb you in your work then," Itachi muttered, giving other slight smile. Neji nodded and Itachi exited the kitchen.

"You don't say," Naruto chuckled as he sat with Neji at the bar. "You changed your mind about Itachi?"

Neji gulped down his drink and grunted out: "I didn't say that." Naruto filled his glass again, watching the other, his eyes dancing with mirth: "It sounded like that thou." Neji shot him glare and then re-filled his glass and gulped down his drink again.

What he encountered was not something he expected. He saw Uchiha Itachi countless of times in 'Bonnou' and meeting him on personal basis was experience that was not something that can be easily forgotten. He saw Uchiha mostly inappropriately dressed, but that day, back at the raven's house, he was shocked to see Itachi wearing black, unbuttoned shirt, red T-shirt underneath and black jeans with belt. His hair was tied. He looked decent. For Neji- it was revelation.

"He is lucky you know," Neji slurred, resting his chin on palm. Naruto raised his eyebrows as he played with his glass cup. "How so?" Neji mumbled out his response, but it was so low that Naruto could not hear it. "What didja sa~y?" Naruto asked again in singsong voice, guzzling down rest of his drink. "I said," Neji repeated, half asleep, "he is lucky because I won't write bad things about his style in papers," he sat up, his eyes fixed on his glass "I could have ruined him..." "Oooh, you could have..." Naruto repeated and then chuckled again.

Uchiha Sasuke watched his brother carefully- this was third time in last thirty minutes that Itachi spaced out. It was not like him. It was like he was daydreaming and as far as he knew, Itachi never daydreams.

He sighed and stood up, leaving his brother in half-dozed state and exited the house. He stood on porch and watched people pass by so he decided to take a walk. He went back inside, took his coat, and peaked back into study where Itachi stared at one spot on wall, obviously deep in thoughts. "I'm going out," he said loudly, making Itachi jump in his seat. He just nodded and Sasuke sighed, leaving the house.

Sasuke walked slowly, he was in no hurry; he watched numerous people pass him by, kids playing with ball, girls playing in gardens with their tea sets and old women whispering and hushing down each other. Women always gossiped, that never changed. He crossed the street and entered the park. It was big and many kids played on swings and playhouse. He strolled slowly but noticed very familiar mop of blonde hair.

He recognized Uzumaki Naruto- he had his eyes closed, his face turned to sun while he had his hands spread on bench and head thrown aback. He wore white and orange-checkered shirt with black jeans and black jacket. He looked so peacefully that Sasuke had to sigh in remorse- he wished he was that relaxed if only for a day.

He approached slowly and then coughed lightly. One eye opened and Naruto groaned, while sitting normally: "You are about to see me in worst shape, Sasuke." He removed his hands from the bench so that Sasuke could sit down. "Hangover?" Sasuke asked as he sat down next to Naruto, his hands in coat pockets. "Bad one. I do not really drink, but Neji made me drink last night. He was... upset," he chuckled. Sasuke raised his eyebrows but did not say anything.

Naruto glanced at the raven- Sasuke still had several burns on his face, right beneath his eye and one thin burn on his neck. "How are burns?" Sasuke shrugged: "They are fine. Healing." "Good." They fell back in silence. They watched two kids play badminton while they laughed. Small breeze rose up and swept leaves across the pavement.

"Can I ask you something?" Sasuke suddenly spoke up, making Naruto look at him. "Sure," he smiled at other. Sasuke turned towards him and looked him straight in the eyes: "It was you, wasn't it?" Naruto smiled a bit and turned to look back at kids.

He sighed and nodded: "Yeah, it was me. You dropped your documents from backpack so I returned to give them back to you." Sasuke already knew the answer but he wanted to be sure. "Here," he took out small box and placed it in Naruto's hands., "Thanks for saving my life..." he stood up then and walked away.

Naruto sat there, surprised a bit and then looked at little box in his hands. He raised his eyebrows and opened the box. He was about to yell after Sasuke but raven was nowhere in sight...

Naruto sat in his office, arranging folders and pictures. There was mess all around. As he placed folders on his table, there was light knock on the door.

'Um... Uzumaki-san, Tsunade-sama wants to see you," Hinata blushed as she said Naruto's name. Naruto looked at her and smiled, taking big, thick folder from the shelf and heading out. Hinata closed the door and went after him.

She fidgeted as she carried several boxes that Tsunade wanted her to bring. She was proud of herself- she did not stutter much and she got used to Naruto's presence since the time she was placed as his personal assistant. He was always swarmed with work and always on the move so she remained in office, doing paperwork. She did not mind that because he was always happy where there was no paperwork. That is all she wanted.

Naruto knocked several times and after loud "Enter", he opened the door. Main director and Chief of Chiefs sat in high chair, papers all around her with bottle of sake and cup in front of her. She slammed her hand on table: "Let us see what you have done!" Naruto smiled sheepishly, opened his folder and took out the pictures.

He handed them over and waited as Tsunade looked through them. "So Baachan, what do you think?" he grinned from ear to ear. She slammed fist on table, making Hinata in corner jump: "First- I am not old, and second I have no regrets of hiring you." Naruto sighed in relief and so did Hinata.

Tsunade took out large file and stashed pictures there. She then took another sheet and handed it over to Naruto: "Here, you have new assistant." Naruto raised eyebrows and Hinata almost dropped boxes. Tsunade looked at her: "You have been promoted Hinata, to Director of Wine and Food pages." Hinata nodded and sighed- she had been moved from her object of affection.

"He is going to be my assistant!?" Naruto yelled, his jaw almost hitting the floor. Tsunade sighed and then there was another knock at the door. After Tsunade's "Enter," brunette man with red tattoos on his cheeks, stepped in with big grin on his face: "Long time no see Naruto!" Naruto could just stare...

At the "Bonnou" was party again. Music rang throughout the nightclub and people on the podium were like in trance- dancing, jumping, grinding, touching. It was heated all around and Deidara smirked for himself. He returned to the office in the back and sat down on couch, sighing. Except Hidan, no one was around. Deidara yawned and Hidan looked at him.

"Where's Sasori, Blondie?" Deidara stretched and sighed: "He is home, preparing his collection for show. He's a bit busy these days." Hidan raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his beer. There was loud crash in front of the door and Hidan almost choked on his drink. Deidara looked lazily at the door but did not bother to stand up and see what's going on.

Hidan stared at the door, expecting someone to burst in but door opened normally, revealing Itachi casually strolling in. Hidan frowned again and Deidara yawned. "It's quiet tonight. Where is everybody?" Itachi commented with mild interest. Deidara shrugged and leaned on couch while Hidan grumbled: "Sasori is busy and Nagato is with Konan. He said he would respond to calls only in emergencies. And I don't know where Kakuzu is... nor I wanna know..." he muttered afterwards and gulped down rest of his drink.

Through whole talk, Itachi was just nodding, not paying attention to what Hidan was talking about. His thoughts were a bit... elsewhere.

Deidara scanned Itachi: "What happened to you? You look like train walked over you. What happened?"

Itachi sat down in big armchair and crossed his legs on tea table that was in front of him: "I... just met someone..." he trailed off, not bothering to explain. Deidara raised an eyebrow and looked at Hidan who was puzzled.

"Whom did you meet?" asked Deidara curiously. This rarely happened and now he was, so to say, intrigued. Aside from Sasuke, Itachi had never paid attention to anyone else.

"Someone..." was the answer and nothing else. Hidan raised eyebrow again and prodded some more: "That someone... does he or she have a name?"

Itachi stared at one spot at the wall then looked at Hidan: "Yes, he has a name but I don't see why you need to know."

Deidara sighed: "You come in club totally out of form and you refuse to tell us who twisted your mind- of course we wanna know," he grinned impishly.

Itachi scanned him and rolled his eyes: "It's just one person... no one you know..." now that was complete lie, he knew that but he didn't want to stick to this conversation anymore.

Deidara huffed in annoyance and leaned back on couch, sticking out his tongue at Itachi: "Fine, be that way, you don't have to tell me. But be sure- I will find out who you met."

Itachi eyed him carefully and then closed his eyes, starting to daydream. Just when he was about to doze off, there was timid knock on the door. Itachi opened his eyes and yelled: "Enter."

Girl, dressed in black uniform with white hair opened the door slowly and muttered: "Uhm, Itachi-san, they are asking for you at the bar. I think they are out of tonic and now they are making fuss." Itachi groaned and stood up, strengthening out his black slacks and exiting the room with the girl, two pairs of eyes following him subtly.

At the bar:

He made his way through the masses, approaching the bar in few minutes, following the bartender girl. She was good worker and this seemed to be quite a problem because usually she always managed to fix problems that pop up.

Itachi went behind the bar and immediately noticed the problem- some redhead was glaring at the other bartender girl. He approached him and yelled so that redhead can hear him: "Excuse me, is there any problem?"

Green eyes glared at him and yelled back: "I ordered vodka with tonic. They didn't serve me my drink."

"My bartender told me that she informed you that we are out of tonic. You can order anything else." Itachi explained, still containing his anger. Green eyes glared some more: "I do not want anything else."

Itachi growled under his breath but still politely answered: "Then you will stay without drink or with vodka only."

Redhead grabbed Itachi for the collar of his shirt and dragged him across the bar: "I will not take only vodka, I do not want any other drink and I wish for you to never speak to Hyuuga Neji ever again."

Black eyes widened in confusion and stared at green-eyed man that still had tight grip on his collar: "Excuse me, but I don't think you can forbid me to talk to people."

Redhead smirked at him and leaned up to Itachi's ear: "You either stop talking to him or... you can say goodbye to your nightclub, Itachi-san..." he let go of Itachi's collar and Itachi stumbled back and hit the counter behind him, his eyes wide.

Bartenders looked at Itachi and few of them ran off to call security while two of them grabbed water and tried to make Itachi drink it.

Itachi didn't see anyone or hear anyone- he just saw redhead joining longhaired beauty in the corner of the club, with few other people. He felt like everything crashed down around him...

TBC...

A/N: Drama! Drama! Drama! And suspense! Whoa! I hope you like it. Sorry about the shortness of the chapter (: