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"Ungh…"

Waking up to the alarm going off, I check the time.

07:20. Time to get ready for another day at the office.

Dragging myself out of bed, I sluggishly make my way to the kitchen and start the coffee machine.

"This is going to be a long Friday."

Deciding not to waste any time, I head toward the shower and turn the faucet. I tie up my endless length of silver hair into a bun and step into the spray of warm water. My body adjusts to the change in temperature and for a few seconds I actually manage to relax.

Getting out of the shower, I dry myself off quickly and tie the towel around my waist. I reach the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee, swallow the hot black liquid quickly, pour another cup and make my way to the living room. Opening my laptop I check my emails and read over the report Vincent sent me.

I should go over there later. Sasuke would probably just tell me to come another time and that Madara isn't there, but I should still go anyway. Sad that his parents died in that car accident…A kid like that has a lot of potential to do something great with his life.

Suddenly I hear my cellphone ring from my room. Rushing over to answer it I check the screen, sigh and press accept.

"So, its 08:35 and you're not here."

"I was just in the middle of getting dressed."

Walking over to living room, I sit down on the couch and take another sip of coffee.

"Bullshit. You were spacing out drinking coffee."

"And what makes you so certain?"

"Because I knocked on your door three times, you didn't answer, so I stalked you through your window."

"You know, I don't know why you don't just come in. You know where the spare is."

Suddenly the phone cuts off and I hear footsteps.

"Yeah, but stalking you is so much better."

"Morning to you too. There's still some coffee left if you want. You know you could mouth something to say you're coming into my home."

"We've been best friends since Law School. I hardly thought I needed to make my presence known."

"Well it helps with identifying who enters my home."

"So, since you seemed to be taking your sweet time this morning I decided to bring over the documents instead. Turns out, there was more than just the inheritance money from his parents. It also states that he gets the house once he turns 18."

"Ok, so we know Madara is his legal guardian as of now, but what about Itachi? Any news of him in the report?"

"Not really. The guy is busy all the time. Right now he's in London closing off some big contract or something, but he should be back within a few weeks."

"We've been in and out of court for three months now. The sooner we can get Itachi to claim sole custody, the better. The kid is being beat up and God knows what else by this Madara creep and we can't do anything about it, because Itachi is not here and the kid won't say anything."

"Don't worry. We'll get this asshole. I mean, I haven't seen you lost a case once. Just wish you had the same passion in finding someone to bone as much as you do with wanting to win your cases."

Vincent laughed at my poor attempt to come up with a witty retort, but in my head I knew he was right. I have been working so hard and the mere thought of a relationship just seemed to be so distracting. All the guys I've tried to date in the past were definitely not looking for a relationship. I mean, one would think that by now, guys would have matured a little. But every single time, it's just a horny young prick looking for some action.

"Hey you said something about your house burning down last night. Place looks fine to me." Vincent spoke curiously pulling me out of my deep train of thought.

"Oh…that." I chuckled a bit remembering my failed attempts at trying to cook noodles.

"Well I was buying some groceries and decided to try these noodles on sale from Shikakus store."

"Aahahahahaha. Knowing you, you probably didn't read the fucking instructions." Vincent just laughed at me greedily, when I remembered the reason I bought the noodles in the first place. The image of his beautiful pale skin which blushed in the rain, covered by his wet silky black hair, staring at me with his gorgeous golden brown eyes made my breath hitch. Vincent saw the look on my face, smirked and suddenly grabbed me from behind. Vincent was just as tall as I was with more or less the same sharp features. Except he had shoulder length black hair, dark brown-orange eyes that at times seemed to be red, and of course, he was more tan than I was. I was stronger than he was, but when catches me off guard like this, he has the upper hand, and has quite the grip.

"So tell me…What's his name?"

"Seriously, you don't have to tackle me every time you wish to enquire about my social life you know."

"It's more fun this way."

"Well if you get the fuck off me, maybe I can tell you like a proper person."

Vincent releases his grip and proceeds to sit next to me.

"His name is Orichimaru."

"Yeah…go on."

"Uh that's pretty much all I know."

"Seriously. Wow. Ok…uh looks like we need to do some serious work on your game."

"There's nothing wrong with my game. I just didn't have time to get to know him better."

Vincent sighed and looked at me like I was a complete pain in the ass.

"What did you? Knowing you, you probably did something really stupid and he probably didn't want to be seen talking to a wacko."

"Hey! If you'd like to know…I picked up his keys and went after him to hand it over when he suddenly turned around and I knocked him into a tower of canned spaghetti and meatballs. I tried to apologise, twice in fact, but he just didn't want to hear any of it."

"Well was he at least fuck worthy?"

"Not everything is about appearance and sex you know." I gave him a glare of disgust.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So you plan on finding your Cinderella or are you just going to let this one slide, like you did with the last couple of guys."

"Why do you assume I'm the problem?"

"Because you take everything so seriously? Live a little." Vincent got up and started walking toward the coffee machine.

"Look all I'm saying is, live in the moment. Don't plan things out all the time."

"I suppose you're right. I was going to go by the store later and ask Shikaku about him."

"Well there you go. Look take the next few days off, and let me handle the work. Just get your happy on. Fuck knows you need it."

"I suppose I could, but…"

"But nothing! I'll be fine. Just don't forget to make me your best man when you guys get married." Vincent laughed hysterically as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

I smiled a bit. Even though he could get on my nerves, he was the brother I never had.

"And seriously, you've got to stop walking around naked whenever I'm over here. Unless you're trying to seduce me or something, by which I'm flattered, but you're not my type."

"Oh you have a type?" I laughed at him and got off the couch to go change into some clothes.

"You should tie up your hair more often. Looks good on you."

"I thought I wasn't your type?"

"You're not. Just trying to make you look less…you."

"Fuck off. I'll change quickly, then we can head over to Uchihas' place after we drop off the detailed summary."

"Yeah take your time princess."

Vincent plopped himself onto my couch and turned on the TV as I entered my room and rummaged for my midnight blue suit and maroon tie.

"Finally done getting pretty?" Vincent came into my room as I was putting on my black leather shoes.

"Yeah. We should probably check in at the office first. You know how cranky Cid can get."

"Yeah he's been having fucking mood swings a lot lately."

Walking toward the living room, I pick up my suitcase, grab my car keys and shove my laptop into its bag and head toward my car.

"See you at the office."

I locked the door and headed for my car. Vincent was already driving away, when I started my car. Slowly pulling out of my drive way…all I could think about was the amount of time left before I get to go to the store and ask Shikaku about Orichimaru.

Hopefully he'll be able to give me some answers.

I NEED to see him again.