Title: Gaijin with a Boyfriend

Warning: In this chapter is the usual profanity (as always), an innuendo or two, with a few kisses sprinkled on top (between the two main characters). After all, it is a SasuNaru. What type of writer would I be if I didn't actually have SasuNaru within the story?

Rating: This chapter will probably have to be rated T+ due to the things mentioned above *points up*

Disclaimer: As always, nothing belongs to me, except for the plot (I hope) and I make no money at all from writing this. Anything mentioned within this chapter (and the story as a whole) belong to their respective creators and credit should be given to them where it is due.

Author's Note: You know that thing where I said that I would be updating every friday? Well, I was supposed to, but I forgot to do it yesterday due to my concert and ended up doing it a day late. Sorry guys.

"After that, I was useless. I was now a shell of which I used to be, no longer smiling, and my eyes were as expressive as two blocks of ice. As far as anyone else could tell, I had started to die from the inside out; no longer had I any appetite for ramen, or any food for that matter because without Sasuke, there was no reason for me to live…"

"The two women who sat at the other end of the bed glanced back and forth at each other before they turned their attention back to me. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" I asked softly, burying myself further into the pile of pillows that I had compiled around me in a mountain over the last two hours.

"Naruto…" the taller of the two females began, her hand outstretched as her long pink hair swayed slightly.

"Well this isn't a cheap yaoi novel you two bought at the back corner of some Barnes and Nobles. This is real life- my life! So if you are here to console me and get me back together with the guy who 'so-doesn't-disserve-me' and 'doesn't-know-what–he-had' then you two can go back to your fun-filled Spring Break because Ino already beat you to it."

The pinkette froze before frowning. She muttered something that oddly sounded like 'pea-brain' under her breath before continuing, "Naruto… we aren't here to get you back together with the jerk that dumped you for no reason. We're here to make sure you are okay after the jerk that dumped you for no reason, dumped you."

"Save it, Sakura," I growled between clenched teeth, "Because that's what Ino said before she started spilling BS about getting us back together and a bunch of people I know for a fact came from some dirty novel!"

Sakura flinched before she raised a single eyebrow in question, "You know for a fact…?"

I tossed a pillow in her general direction, knowing all too well that I had to miss her in order to live another day, "My grandfather writes perverted novels for a living! You really think I haven't met my life's worth of freaks?"

"N-Naruto-kun!" Hinata exclaimed quietly.

I glanced at the normally quiet girl confused as she glanced away, "I know that you might be hurting, but there's no reason for you to take it out on us. We honestly were worried about you!"

"Actually…" Sakura shrugged, "I was kinda hoping to watch you and your new boyfriend make out. That is, if he was hot- which I know he was considering he is your type."

I glared at Sakura, wishing her pink head would pop like a piece of bubblegum blown up to big and then gets stuck on the bottom of someone's shoe; hopefully some five-thousand pound sumo wrestler. "Well, I-I was w-w-worried about you… Naruto… kun…"

Hinata's voice trailed off towards the end of her confession and she turned a noticeably bright shade of red. Sighing, I ran a hand through my tangled blond locks and tugged roughly so I could comb out some of the lesser knots, "I appreciate your honesty. Especially considering it took Ino two hours to admit the truth and get out… I had to get security to throw her out."

"You made a bunch of guys in suits throw out one of your best friends?" Sakura complained, although she had a never-ending rivalry with the blond female.

"No, I just had Kiba lock her out and she eventually got tired of banging on my door and left herself."

"And K-Kiba is…" Hinata asked, now an evident lighter shade of red.

"My butler," I shrugged, "But he's really cool; not uptight like the rest of the people you would expect to take orders from some hot-shot."

Sakura flopped back on the bed, glaring at me over her head, "We come all this way from our vacation in Barbados for this? You have any idea how long it spent all of us to save for that trip?"

"I didn't ask you to come here and it's not like everyone who went to Barbados came to Japan to worry over me. It's just you guys and Shika."

Hinata sat up, her gaze leveled straight on me, "Shikamaru is here?"

I hesitated at the seriousness in her unwavering tone, "Uhhh… yeah. He didn't tell you guys?"

Hinata and looked back at each other before coming to some silent agreement and coming to a stand, "We have to go, Naruto-kun."

The way Hinata's voice rang clearly frightened me more than the fact that Shikamaru had yelled at me earlier that morning or even the fact that they didn't even know he was coming in the first place. 'What's going on with my friends?'

"Sorry Naruto, but we do need to check into a hotel before we get stuck sleeping in some love hotel in the Red Light District," Sakura joked, grabbing her purse, "And we also need to change. I didn't think that Japan would be this hot."

"Oh wait," I said as I stumbled over my large pile of pillows, "You guys can take a bottle of water. I have a ton of them here and haven't managed to drink even a portion of them."

With that short explanation, I staggered into the small kitchen, took out two separate bottles of water, and tossed one of them to Sakura, knowing that she was more than capable of catching them both. However, what I didn't expect was for the bottles to be open. As I watched time slow down, my mouth fell open as the water from the bottle did a graceful ark to not only splash Sakura, but also poor Hinata. I stood, frozen like a deer in headlights as Sakura turned cold, glaring sheets of green emeralds to me, a warning clear in her eyes. Of course, the smartest thing to do at that moment would be to apologize immediately, but for some reason, I didn't have the common sense and the first thing that was out of my mouth was a chuckle. However, no sooner had I let the chuckle out did she charge at me, revenge evident in her sinister grin before she grabbed the water bottle I had yet to throw and wrenched open the top, aiming it straight at my face. Without so much as a half-hearted uttered apology coming from me, I immediately wrenched the water hose from the sink and aimed it at her, turning the water on full blast; if she was going to start something from an accident, then I was going all out. As soon as I finally released my grip of the nozzle, I glanced at her soaked form. Her bright pink hair was a darker shade and her clothes were sticking to her in odd lumps, she frowned.

"You know this means war, right?" she questioned.

My hose was at a ready and I was prepared to hold my ground because if I didn't, I had no doubt that I would lose this battle even before it started. No sooner had I thought that, did she duck behind the open door of the refrigerator and tossed opened bottles of water at me, the majority of them hitting me in the head. "Fuckin' A!" I scowled, pointing my own retaliation at her for all I was worth.

No sooner did I hear high-pitched shrieks from her did I feel a sudden sensation of pure ice roll down my shirt; I instantly whipped around, clawing at my back and even trying to take my shirt off in order to get away from the giggling girl who stood with the ice tray behind me. Turning towards her, I am surprised to see Sakura grinning back at me and Hinata slinking from behind the doorway, her hair plastered to her frame. "Oh, sorry, Hinata-chan!"

"Oh, you'll apologize to her, but I don't get one?" Sakura snapped, holding up the plastic tray menacingly as if she would hit me across the head with it if I didn't bend to her every will.

"Hinata didn't just dump an entire ice tray-filled of ice down my shirt!"

She scoffed, "It was only half-filled. You're just weak."

"Yeah, let me dump an ice tray down your shirt, see how you'll feel."

"What the heck man?"

I flinched at the sound of Kiba's scream, knowing that he was probably talking about the water that probably littered the entire front room. Pushing myself up with the use of the counter, I peek over the marble top to see him fuming, his brown hair in disarray. "I know what you think, but it's not as bad as it looks…"

Kiba's mouth opened and closed repetitively before he gritted his teeth and lunged at me, intent to kill; as a reflex, I pulled up my arms to protect my face (the world would end if I so much as got a single scratch on it besides the all-natural marks!) and unknowingly pulled the hose clear off of the sink. Immediately, water splayed across the room, drenching everything that was already wet with torrents of water.

"Naruto you idiot!" Sakura called, hitting me across the head before retreating from the water, "Turn it off!"

"I-I'm… someone call nine-one-one!"

"I don't think that'll work this long distance!" Hinata's voice called over the spray of water.

Immediately, the water was turned off and all three of us turned to the sink where Kiba was turning a knob under the sink. "Next time you decide to have a water fight with your friends, don't bring the hotel into it."

I broke out in laughter, followed closely by Sakura and soft giggles from Hinata. "What?"

Instead of answering Kiba, I point at him, gasped for a few seconds and broke out into more laughter. Finally, Sakura managed to ask the question we were all wondering, "Dude, are you wearing make-up?"

He turned red almost instantly, but that did nothing to hide the red upside-down triangle marks that were on his cheeks or the tan smudges where the make-up had been before it was attacked relentlessly by water. "Crap! It said it was water resistant."

Hinata smiled kindly, "Water resistant doesn't mean that you can't get it off with a power washer."

He frowned before wiping at the rest of the make-up off with a poor dishtowel that had been dowsed in the fight. "Okay, well you can't tell my boss about it because I told him that I had gotten them removed," he defended himself.

Now that I managed to control my laughing enough to get a good look at him, they looked majorly cool, "Actually, dude, those tattoos are pretty nice. Where'd you get them."

He shrugged, "Like I said, really drunken night in Reno."

Sakura broke out in more laughter, but I had managed to get over the initial surprise and merely shook my head.

'It's no wonder Las Vegas doesn't go out of business with things like this happening at Reno.'

"I'm serious, Naruto. You can't tell anyone about my tattoos; my boss had threatened to fire me if I didn't get them out-of-sight. I took that as cover them up, rather than get them removed and consequentially, since they're on my face…" he shrugged, "There was no other solution that allowed me to keep this job. They also have a strict dress code."

"You already said it was an accident, then why don't you just get rid of them?" Sakura managed to ask as she wiped tears from her eyes- the after-effect of her laughing.

"I actually think they're kinda cool and they're sorta like a family rite of passage. My dad was thrilled when he found out. The whole family has them, so why not me?"

I couldn't help but grin, there was no such thing in my family- at least nothing as cool- and the more he tried to defend himself, the more I couldn't help but think, he wore make-up on a daily basis. "And what are you doing up?" he pointed an accusing finger at me.

"Umm… showing Sakura and Hinata out since they are about to leave…?"

"You're supposed to be boarded up in your room like a moping teenage girl PMSing after her boyfriend dumped her the night of prom!"

I raised a single eyebrow in question at that one, curious as to how he'd come up with that type of explanation.

"Deidara said-"

"Alright, that answered my first question!" I cut him off, "But why would I be moping?"

Kiba sighed exasperated and pronounced each word as if he was talking to a toddler who had no hope of understanding him, "Because you were dumped by the sparkling fairy king's son and Satan's little brother."

I rolled my eyes, "Just because the guy had a polar flip doesn't mean I would be that dramatic about it. Yeah, I'm a little depressed that he totally started yelling at me for no reason, but it's not like I'm the type of person to commit suicide and leave an angsty love note for him because of it."

Kiba shrugged, "Well I came up here because I was told you were moping on a mountain of pillows and refusing to go to the Ice Princes' company."

"It's not his company, it's his father's!" I complained, a little stung that everyone thought I was sad enough to mope over some guy.

"He was moping on a mountain of pillows when we got here," Sakura helpfully supplied ignoring my glare directed at her.

Kiba turned an inquisitive look to me, but I waved it off, "The bed was too hard, so I slept on a ton of pillows; is that a crime?"

No one muttered a word after I defended myself; I could tell that Kiba was dying to get something out and as the silence after my question continued, he blurted out in one quick breath, "?"

The silence that followed his statement was longer and more awkward then mine, before Hinata finally asked him what it was that he was very nobly attempting to ask. "I mean, Naruto…" he took a deep breath, "Will you be able to go to work today?"

For a reason beyond me, my mind was having issues wrapping around his current statement and I even went through the works of tilting my head to the side and asking as intelligently as I had the day before, "Huh?"

"For the love of god, Naruto!" he complained, throwing his hands up in the air, "Despite the fact that you and Satan's offspring had a break-up, you still have to go to work!"

"… I thought Itachi was Satan. Wouldn't that make Sasuke Satan's sibling…?"

You have to love the level of importance my mind has when I'm tired, hungry and frustrated. "Look Namikaze!" Kiba shouted, pointing a finger at me in his irritation, "Your dad wants you down stairs. And what your dad wants concerning you, it is ultimately my responsibility to make sure that it is carried out whether that's kicking you down several flights of stairs or dying your hair pink!"

Reflexively, I glanced at Sakura and inwardly flinched, not liking the involuntary mental image of me with pink hair. "I doubt my dad would ask for that…" I muttered under my breath.

"What the heck are you talking about, he was practically sicking that blonde freak of his on me in order to get you down there!"

"I th-think that Naruto-kun was talking about the p-pink hair," Hinata whispered, sounding more like her old self then she had a few minutes ago.

I frowned at the oddity of my friends over the last two days, but decided to shake it off and instead try to make myself think of Kiba's original threat. "Was something about a giant mountain of ramen mentioned in this conversation?"

The voices stopped and everyone turned to stare at me, their eyes varying from confused to irritation; it's obvious who had which gaze. "I'm sorry, I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms from not having ramen for two days."

"You had some just yesterday morning," Kiba snapped.

"Exactly! You know what that does to a man?" I whined.

Kiba glared at me, his fists tightening as if he was going to hit me, but at the lost moment, he stepped away and turned on his heels. "I will escort your friends out. By the time I get back, you need to be presentable and ready to go to work."

"But what about my ramen!"

He stopped and turned to me, his gaze menacing, "Mark my words, Naruto Namikaze. If you are not ready by my return, I will personally throw your out the window and pray that they are able to drag your carcass to the merger meeting!"

As his threat rang ominously through the room, he slammed the door shut, leaving me to my own devices. 'What is up with him?' I thought as I turned around and headed to the couch before flopping down on it.

I could think up a long and pointless description including words I either don't know or don't care enough to use properly, but why spoil the fun of easy simplicity? So, I'll put it to you plainly: I stared at the ceiling. There was no reason, no master plan behind it that might- in the end- prove to be a fatal mistake because there was no catch; my mind was blank so I stared at the ceiling.

And then something finally dawned on me- I had to finish the merger.

"Shit!" I cursed as I flew up from the couch, my mind finally connecting the few dots that had managed to evade me since I had decided to get out of bed that morning.

Jumping over the back of the couch, I all but fell head first into my bedroom and rammed into the bed in a valiant effort to slow myself so I could make it to the closet and put on some clothes. It may have taken me a while, but I did find some way to get into the lavishly expensive suit without incident and was reaching for tie at the same time when I tripped over my shoes which had been left in the bedroom doorway haphazardly. "What type of asshole would leave…"

I trailed off, knowing well that I was probably the asshole responsible for the location of the shoes because it sure as hell wasn't the bogeyman. Coming to a stand in order to slip on the shoes, I ignore the fact that my dress shirt was flying wide open- showing my bare skin for the whole world to see (enjoy ladies! ;D) with a tie hanging loosely around my neck. Deciding that I could get fully dressed in the elevator, I pulled open the door, stepping forward when I found some way to ram right into an unsuspecting body. "Sorry, sorry! I- shit! Sorry! I didn't know that-"

"Dobe."

Caught off guard with the memorable sound and the scent that I had the chance to become all too familiar with yesterday- I would be lying if I had said I wanted to see him. Of course, it would be impossible to not see him (especially now that I was once again sitting on him) but, after his polar flip just yesterday, I was more than happy to not talk to him at all. "Get. Off." The raven said simply.

Also an impossibility; but I was going more for civility right about now and was hoping that Sasuke would cooperate with my good intentions. "I'm really sorry, I didn't think-"

"When do you ever think, dobe? Now get off of me, or are you already too comfortable with this position after you all but jumped me yesterday?"

'Screw civility to shit!'

"You know what Uchiha?" I spat his name like it was vile to the taste, my glare intensified as I continued to glare down at his jet black suit, "I was thinking about ignoring the fact that you got on your period yesterday and finish the merger as if we had never met, but you're being so much of a dick today that I don't think that's possible!"

"That's a lot coming from the guy who's staring at my crotch."

At the teasing tone in his voice, I ignored my wish to not look at him and glared straight into his eyes and was instantly taken aback by the humour that danced within them.

"What's so funny Uchiha?" I growled.

He arched a single eyebrow in inquiry before shrugging as if it was obvious, "Nothing. It's just that you still haven't gotten up yet. Do you have a fetish with pushing others down?"

I turned red and instantly shot up to a stand and stepped away from him in order to give him room to rise. Once he did, he smirked at me and I turned away, headed for the elevator. "Wait, where are you going?"

I ignored him and hit the button to call the elevator, wishing that by some law against their nature that it would make it here in time for me to step on and push the button repetitively until it closed right in Sasuke's face because the sight would be just priceless. 'That and I really don't want to ride in an elevator with him of all people.'

But he was right behind me as I waited exasperatedly for the elevator, 'May you and all your children and your children's children be cursed for nine hundred generations to never stop running!' I growled at the elevator as it finally dinged and opened. As I pushed the button for the lobby, Sasuke reached around me and flipped the switch to stop the elevator. "Alright, what's going on, Namikaze?"

"What the heck are you talking about," I tried to reach past him to turn the elevator back on, "Why did you stop-"

"Don't even think about it or I'll shove a pole the size of the Tokyo Tower up your ass."

I hesitated at his threat but still reached ahead of him only to be slammed into the back wall- the bar biting into my back. "Fuckin A'! Uchiha!"

"Why aren't you talking to me?"

I glared at him, "If I recall correctly, you wanted me to 'leave you the fuck alone'!"

His brow furrowed in confusion, "When did I say that?"

"Yesterday. When I called you on your cell phone."

By the look of confusion on his face, he obviously decided to have amnesia about that specific event, but I wasn't letting that faze me. "Look Uchiha, you made it obvious yesterday that you wanted to end whatever it was that we had started two days ago and I for one am willing to do just that."

"It was a misunderstanding. It's a mistake," Sasuke hissed, leaning over me forebodingly.

"Mistake my ass!"

"It's kinda hard to mistake your ass," he said offhandedly, leaning closer.

Ignoring the many retorts I could say for that, I instead focused on his looming proximity and tried to lean back only to have the railing push into my back harder. "Can you move," I asked- or rather snarled- at him.

With a smug smirk to his lips, he leaned forward and kissed me softly, sending an undenying heat to the one place I didn't need it to be at that moment. Although I had every intention on stopping him, it probably wasn't the best idea to open my mouth to complain because instantly he barged his way into my mouth with that fucking tongue of his and… I'm sorry to say that I was a goner at that moment. My mind all, but died at that moment and I was putty in his hands, not ever having that many male partners to be with before him and especially no one like the youngest Uchiha. He grabbed my waist possessively, pulling me closer and I could do nothing more than wrap my hands in his hair, hoping that I could stay rooted to the ground as my mind soared high in the clouds.

I know, I know, I fail at life, right? But I am proud to say that before my mind could die completely and I would've allowed the guy to rape me in the elevator (like in one of those BL Manga that Sakura and Ino obsessed over), I puched him in the gut, successfully ending the kiss and gaining back my sanity at the same time. "Don't try to flip the fucking scene on me Uchiha! I'm not just some guy you can like when it's convenient for you!" I growled out between clenched teeth, "How stupid do you think I am?"

"What the hell was that for?"

I ignored his complain and flipped the switch on the elevator, pleased when it dinged and began moving again. No sooner had I done this did a hand shoot past me and flip it back, driving the machine to a halt. "Uchiha!" I spat, flipping it back before turning around, glaring at him.

"We need to talk." He snapped in return, flipping it again.

Admittedly, it probably wasn't the best idea for us to be turning it back and forth between the settings (and we were probably holding up a ton of people who were waiting for the elevator) but it wasn't my fault that the pole that was stuck up his ass was lodged in extra far today! 'I swear to the high heavens some one needs to tell this spoiled brat 'no' more often!'

Despite the obvious fact that it was a bad idea, we were still wrestling with the switch, fighting between who should have control of the elevator and right about then, I no longer cared whether or not I got to the lobby. If I simply got to any floor, I would leave the elevator without hesitation and simply run down the resulting stairs! As I finally grabbed hold of the switch again, I leaned forward suddenly and connected my lips with that of the taller man. Caught by surprise, he did exactly what I wanted (which was let go of that god-forsaken switch) in favor of grabbing my waist hard in order to pull me closer to him. I cautiously led him to the opposite corner of the elevator, feeling slightly relieved when he did so without complaint. That relief instantly died the moment that he switched our positions and slammed me into the wall, a feral grin on his face. "Mine!" he growled out between clenched teeth before he brushed his hands against my chest, sending a shudder of electricity to spread down my spine.

"Possessive bastard…"

He growled in retaliation, deciding to bite down, much to my own demise. 'What can I say? I have a thing for rough treatment. Not anything as far as BDSM, but… I did like a possessive seme to keep me tied down. But don't tell the bastard that I said that! He might let it go to his head and then I'd be fu-'

"Fuck!" I called out in surprise at the sudden friction that only encouraged my heat to grow in intensity.

Sasuke smirked triumphantly as I wrapped my arms around his neck, more than loving the attention and now wanting him to have all of the fun. "Come on Uchiha," I growled out huskily in his ear, "Is that all you got?"

As if taking up the challenge I issued, he quickly deicded that the best choice of action would be to continuisly mark me (I told you he was possessive!) while thrusting up against me repeptitively. The overall effect left my mind dizzy as I eagerly wrapped my legs around him, thrusting up against him in my own desperation to get off.

DING!

We both froze at the sound of the elevator, and I realize in utter terror that I had stupidly left the elevator to run with every intention to merely preoccupy Sasuke for a moment long enough to push the button of the closest floor. However, my plan evidently backfired.

"Ahem."

At the sound of someone clearly their throat, I quickly released my grip on Sasuke and pulled away, trying in vain to pull my shirt closed as the smug Uchiha merely turned around like he hadn't just been trying to hump me through an elevator wall. "Will you two gentlemen please come with me?"

I glanced back at Sasuke as the man turned and began to walk away, two surprisingly big guys waiting impatiently at the elevator doorway. Sasuke followed him leisurely, pulling me behind him. "Are we in trouble?" I whisper to the raven.

He arched a single eyebrow at my question, "We were just trying to get off in a public elevator in a very extinguished hotel chain. We're probably in trouble."

I nodded, "Don't worry. I went to school with jerks more intimidating then these goons. If they try to incriminate us, admit to nothing…"

(I am a perverted Genma page break. You, my boy, are definitely GAY!)

"Sasuke raped me!" I insisted, bolting up from my chair, pointing at the Uchiha who was sitting across the table, "I was just on my way downstairs to meet my father to go to a meeting when this guy all but stalks me into the elevator, insisting that we had a fling of some sort! I mean, can you say obsessively in denial?"

He slammed his fists on the table, standing up, "Dobe! What happened to admit to nothing?"

"I'm the victim here!" I yelled at him, "Do you know what my dad will do to me if they call him! There goes my last chance of leaving his god-forsaken company behind me and then your father will never agree to the merger! I'll be forced to run the family business!"

He stiffened and his voice got uncharacteristically controlled, "You don't intend to inherit the business?"

I opened my mouth to complain only to have the door slam open to reveal a formally dressed silver-haired man with a book in front of his face, "You two have been released from your confines. Now if you would please, we have to leave before Itachi decides to behead the director."

I'm up and out of the room before he could even mention the Satanic brother of Sasuke and am surprised when said Uchiha is right outside of the door, glaring at the short Japanese man that had made Sasuke and I follow him earlier. "Your service is greatly appreciated, director Kakogawa," he states kindly before he glanced over to us.

He spared not even a moment of contemplation before he turned, away and headed towards the exit, "For the record, imbeciles, whenever the emergency stop is applied to the elevator, the hotel is notified."

I shrugged hesitantly at his revelation, "There wouldn't have been a problem if Sasuke wasn't intent on trapping me in closed spaces."

The retaliation that I was expecting never came and when I glanced back at said Uchiha, he was glaring venomously at me. 'Here comes menopause,' I noted sarcastically, 'I wonder what will be his next alter-ego. Next thing you know, he'll be wanting me to call him Sasune and be dressed up in three inch heels and pen skirts!'

Admittedly, I was over exaggerating his sudden attitude change a little bit (maybe just a very small proportion) but he was starting to get on my last nerves with the whole 'I love you, I love you not' bull-shit that he was pulling! When we got outside of the hotel, there were two cars parked waiting. "You two will be taking that car while Kakashi and I will be taking the other. We have importance business to attend to elsewhere and I do not appreciate having to cut out on business just to baby-sit you two," Itachi said in a condescending tone before he opened the car door and slid in.

Kakashi soon followed him and I was left with no other choice but to follow the brooding youngest Uchiha into an annoying ten-minute car ride. 'Oh the fun…'

As I climbed into the car and closed the door behind me, it seemed like Sasuke was intent on ignoring me just as much as I was intent on ignoring is existence for the rest of time, but not even two minutes into the ride, he turned to me. "Namikaze, I know you could care less about what I have to say-"

"That's where you're wrong, Sasuke," I growled, "Others could care less. I have reached the lowest level of not caring there is."

"- but you owe me an explanation," he finished, ignoring my snarky tone.

"Wait! I. Owe you? An apology? Fuckin' A! What type of bullshit is that?"

He opened his mouth to complain, but I held up my hands in a surrendering motion, "You know what, I don't even want to know anymore. I want nothing more to do with you or your fucking mood swings."

"Mymood swings? What about you?" he demanded, leaning closer to me, "Did you think I was an idiot? Or was it just some type of game to you so that you could say you got into an Uchiha's pants?"

"Unless you haven't noticed Uchiha," I spat his name in irritation, "But you've been the one to try to get into my pants at every opportunity. Is it so you can say that you got into the pants of a Namikaze? Go ahead and sell it to the tabloids! I can see it now 'Namikaze Heir is a Slut!'"

"You think you're that important, don't you? You have another thing coming if you think I'm going to get hooked on you just for you to dump my ass!"

I ignored the confines of the moving car and simply grabbed his tie, pulling him towards me, "You know how fucking hard it is for me to find a suitable partner? And then you come like a fucking god with your pompous ass and ruin everything I've been trying to avoid! I didn't want to meet someone now!"

"Why," he hissed, "because you plan on leaving the company and everyone associated with it after the merger?"

I froze, unsure of how to go from his statement. "You… where did you here that from?"

"What does it matter?" he snapped, "It's true and I was lucky enough to find out about it before I got too serious."

I released my hold on his tie and shook my head, "No… it changed… I was going to stay with you in the company."

I recalled the revelation that I had just yesterday thanks to the probing of Kakashi; I had planned to change my entire life so that Sasuke could be in it. 'What happened to that?'

"You were going to stay?"

I am pulled out of my thoughts by Sasuke's soft mutter and glanced at him, "Don't make me repeat myself. I had acting like a sappy school girl."

He chuckled softly before that familiar Uchiha smirk smoothed across his face, "A little too late for that dobe. I guess… I may have over-reacted a bit, especially when considering that we weren't even dating."

I smirked before leaning forward and grabbing his tie again, pulling him forward so that I could kiss him again. "This is going to be fun. Maybe you really are worth it after all."

"Worth it?" he scoffed as he pulled away from the kiss, "I am too good for you."

"Asshole."

(I am a fangirl page break. I scream therefore I am.)

When we arrived to the Uchiha Corporate building, the day seemed so much brighter than it had been in a long time. It seemed like that maybe for once in my life I could look forward to work everyday.

At least, that's what I liked to imagine what would happen if we did turn up for work that day. "Oi, dobe! What is taking you so long?"

I snapped up from pulling off my expensive suit, glad to be rid of the material at the sound of Sasuke's voice, "I'm coming out in a minute!"

"We don't have a minute! One of the employees is already giving me the look!"

"What look? I ask as I folded up the suit carefully before reaching for the spare clothes we had just bought.

"You know! The rabid fangirl 'I-want-to-tear-off-your-shirt-just-so-I-can-say-I-touched-you' look!"

I rolled my eyes at him, "You're over-exaggerating."

He quickly ripped open the curtain and stepped in, "You may not have much of a corporate tabloid as Japa-"

I glanced up at him in inquiry to why he had stopped, only to catch the flash of a warning that was in his gaze as he stared at me enraptured. Slowly, I straightened up, "Sasuke?"

Instead of answering me, he closed the curtain, walking forward. I had to say, the black jeans he was wearing was a definite plus, especially when considered with the off-white t-shirt he had on, I finally noticed that I had never seen him before in casual clothes. I smirked at how well the change of attire fit him, only to be surprised when I am backed into the mirror. "Umm… S-sasuke…?"

"Shut up," he growled before he kissed me.

Yeah, in case you hadn't noticed, we made our dating officially, which is accented with the fact that we ditched work in favour of having our first date and put the past two days behind us. Of course, it was hard to start the date when my new boyfriend was insistent on shoving his tongue down my throat every chance he got. The sudden heat that rushed through my body at the feeling of his hands rubbing across my bare skin brings me back to the reality that I was barely clothed and that Sasuke was more then willing to get rid of the barely part. "You know what you horny little bugger," I hissed as he bit me on my pulse point, "I'm going to have to train you if you don't learn to control that obsessive personality of yours."

"You're mine, Namikaze, so be a good fucking uke and beg for it!"

He thrust up against me, releasing a breathy moan from my mouth as well as one accompanied from him. And a shrill scream. "What do you think you are doing in my store?"

Sasuke all but growled out in frustration, "For the love of all that is holy!"

I smirked at him before pushing him away and turning to the panicked woman before us, "Please forgive the improper ehavior of my boyfriend. If you will allow us to pay for your merchandise, then we will be out of your way."

The woman's stare quickly went from indignant to flustered as a blush spread across her face; when I turned around, I saw the reason why was because my boyfriend had decided to stare at me with eyes that entirely told what he wanted to do to me at that moment. "Feel free to… take your time…"

She quickly turned and left out the small dressing area, closing the flimsy curtain behind her. "I think that is our go-ahead," Sasuke grinned mischievously, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Shall we continue?"

"No we won't. Iam getting dressed, paying for these clothes and leaving. Whether you decide to or not is up to you," I stated clearly, grabbing the canvas shorts I had picked off of the rack and pulling them on, followed by the bright orange shirt that I had decided on, despite the complaints from Sasuke.

"I really wish you would pick a normal color for your shirt. The purpose for us changing clothes is to fit in, not stand out more," he complained.

"Deal with it, Uchiha; it's my favorite color."

He rolled his eyes before he followed me out of the dressing room and into the crowded department store. "Your favorite color needs to be illegal."

"That's what you think, I have friends that have more obnoxious favorite colors then me."

"You mean like lime green," he asked off-handedly as I stepped up to the cashier, the same woman from earlier who regarded us with a blush on her face.

I chuckled to myself as I handed her my credit card, remembering a specific friend from university, "Actually yes…"

"With a bowl-shaped haircut and bushy brows?"

I shake my head as I turned to him, "Okay that is just getting creepy. What did you do, hire a private investigator to research my history or something?"

He scoffed, "As if. That guy has been following us for twenty minutes already and I'm about ready to call the police on him."

I followed where he was pointing and sure enough, there was a man in a lime green jumpsuit, attempting to hide behind a coat rack. "Bushy brow?" I called out as I walked towards him.

He popped up from his poor hiding spot, fixing me with a nervous grin, "Naruto my youthful friend! It is a coincidence seeing you, is it not? I seemed to have gotten lost on my why to the vacation spot!"

He laughed nervously before turning around, as if looking for a sign of some sort, "Now I wonder which way is it to Barbados from here?"

Sasuke arched a sinfully gorgeous eyebrow, "Did he just say Barbados?"

I shook my head before turning back to him, "What's going on? First Shika shows up, then Ino, Sakura and Hinata! Now its you!"

He turned back to me with a sheepish grin, "You see, my friend, there is a perfect explanation to all of this."

I crossed my arms, waiting to see what excuse he could come up with. "Well, you see… we're… playing Where in the World is Carmen Sandeigo and the last clue led us here!"

My jaw went slack at his incredibly stupid justification he gave me in his defense. "If your friends are this stupid, then that explains you," Sasuke stated as he came up behind me.

"Shove it, Uchiha," I growled.

Lee tensed up as he stared at Sasuke, an emotion I've never seen him express before crossing his face. "I don't believe we've had the honor of meeting."

"For crying out loud what is with everyone obsessing over Sasuke?" I complained as I grabbed said Uchiha and took off in the opposite direction, "Tell the others that I refuse to talk to them unless you guys decide to tell me what's going on."

Lee began to follow us, but I immediately pushed Sasuke into a taxi, telling the driver to take us anywhere out of Shinjuku. Sasuke merely laughed the entire ride.

At first, I didn't really like the ending of this chapter, but I have yet to decide of another ending, so I decided to post it like this.

Review.

World domination might be on the other side.

Maybe.

1gurgi1: I'm glad you approve. I was actually the one who did that, so I thought it would be befitting of this particular chapter and decided to use it. Oops. I guess the story was more confusing than it needed to be.

Akirakun17: So you like the length? Great! As you can see, their argument in the last chapter had no ill effect on their relationship and it might've actually helped their relationship overall. *smirk*

KatrinaEagle: "I just understood really hot kissing, Naruto acting like a girl, then suddenly someone storms off..." You're brilliant! And as you can see, the hot kissing gets even hotter! Oh and is Shika behind this? What do you think?