"You denied Itachi's ex-wife from talking to him? Haha, that's gold, un!" Deidara laughed.

"Deidara, you're drunk, go away." I sighed, leaning back into my chair. We were currently at some pub near our house, and by we, I meant Deidara, his boyfriend, and I. His boyfriend was Sasori, some red-haired twink (though both of them looked like twink material to me) who usually didn't say much. I had known Deidara was gay since he came back from college because when I went over to his place one time, I found a stack of gay porn under his bed.

Classy.

Deidara cheered my glass of beer. "Seems like your first day was successful, un." He took a big gulp from his glass. "Cheers."

I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my own beer. "Sasori, control your damn boyfriend."

He nodded, taking the half-filled glass from Deidara's hand, Deidara protesting quite quickly. Sasori downed the glass, his cheeks slowly turning as red as his own hair. "Sasori-danna, you shouldn't have done that for me, un! Now we know how you get in b-"

I quickly tuned out their conversation, not wanting to hear where it was going. I brought the cold glass to my lips and drank, surveying the crowd. The pub was pretty packed, apparently some intense game was going on tonight. Most of the crowd was male with the exception of their girlfriends who were towed along into their drunk festivities. I felt sorry for those girls, but hey, they could've said no and joined their girlfriends with other things.

I looked back and saw that Deidara and Sasori were on the verge of a make out session. It was ironic because where we were sitting, a giant pride flag hung above them. It was part of the LGBT movement last year where this pub hosted a week's worth of bar hopping along with a string of other pubs. For those reasons, Deidara chose to come here often when he would bring Sasori along, so they could publicly display their affections with no worry. Though that sounds stupid, the whole ordeal was still fresh in this city, so I don't blame them at all.

"Well, since you guys are so into each other at the moment, I'm going to dip. See ya later." I put down a bill under my empty glass (which I had so efficiently chugged), and got up to leave the two love-turtles alone.

I left the pub, the fresh air wrapping around my senses. It was a cool night, but nothing I couldn't handle. I was in the pub district, with festivities for gay people sprinkled through the area, so there were a lot of homosexual couples with the occasion of heterosexual ones.

I spotted a very familiar figure across the street, helping someone into a car. I squinted my eyes- Oh my god, is that Itachi? What is he doing here? Shouldn't he be like, I don't know, doing work at the office and then pulling out his sleeping bag so he could work as soon as he woke up?

Holy shit.

What if he was here because he's mad that his wife left him for a girl? Oh my gosh, his wife must be Bi! Or a lesbian and probably teamed up with someone so they could take his money! Oh god, I feel so sorry for Itachi now; I take back all the bad things I said about Itachi and his work. He must be a women hater now because the one woman he devoted his time and money too turned out to be only using him for her own selfish needs.

"Don't find me ever again." Oh wow, I heard him so loud and clear- wait, when did I creep up against this lamp post so I could eavesdrop him- Wow, Komorebi, you're just the best.

He slammed the car door shut, running a hand through his (sexy-ass) hair. He looked up and locked eyes with me. My blood froze, turning myself away from him.

"Komorebi-san?"

I meeped and made a break for it, running in the opposite direction as my home. "I'm sorry!" My voice must have echoed throughout the street- I'm hoping it bounced into the ears of my Boss.

"Good morning." I murmured to the receptionist, Opal. She nodded, smiling at me.

I made my way through the office, greeting many people along the way. "Morning, Missy." I locked eyes with Shark-face.

"Morning, Kisame-san. Hope you had a wonderful weekend."

Kisame handed me some files. "It was wonderful. Nothing like a business dinner with Itachi."

I chuckled, taking the files from him. "See you later."

I walked through the semi-familiar corridor to Itachi's office, thoughts about Friday night replaying in my mind. I shook my head, putting it behind me. Whatever he does is his own business. I'm only his personal assistant, not his counselor. I opened the door to his office, surprised that Itachi was already in. It was unusual for him to be earlier than me, though I guess maybe not since he is the boss and all.

He was on the phone, his back turned towards the door. He turned around and I bowed in apology, ready to retreat back into the corridor. Itachi held up his hand, motioning for me to stay in his office. I nodded, closing the door behind him.

"Hachi, I already told you, didn't I?" He sighed into the phone, his index and thumb pressed against the bridge of his nose. I set down his coffee, and made my way to the paperwork on top of the cabinet file waiting to be put away.

"I won't tolerate this. If you can't handle it, you shouldn't have agreed to it."

More murmuring over the phone.

"Make an agreement with your lawyer and then send the paperwork to mine. We'll talk about this another day; I have work now." He hung up his cellphone (I didn't think he would actually have one for personal use). He sat down in his chair in a huff, sighing once more.

I finished the pile of papers. "Is there anything else you need me to organize in here?"

"No. Any messages for me?" Itachi took a folder off a pile of folders on his desk, looking through it.

"Yes," I took out my notepad to read from. "The PR people from MQ emailed me back saying that they're ready to proceed with the photo shoot whenever you're available. They'll be coming here to set up so they can take your pictures in the most natural environment for you. They'll be doing the interview after the shoot."

Only scratching sounds were heard, Itachi scribbling onto some of those papers he was looking out with this fountain ink pen. "Friday is good."

"Okay, I'll get back to them in a moment. Would you like to request anything for me to do?"

Itachi put down his pen, tapping the papers lightly against his desk to straighten them out. "Yes, mail this out to the teahouse franchise we discussed about Friday." He handed me the stack. "And one more thing," He swivelled his chair to look at me. "I apologize for Friday night. I didn't mean for you to see it."

I shook my head furiously. "Please, don't apologize. At the end of the day, you're my Boss and what you do out of this room is your business." Wow, that was easier to say than I thought.

"I wish I could explain to you, but like you said, it's best if we kept our own affairs at bay."

"I told Kisame-san that I'm not the type to meddle in gossip, so don't be too concerned." I smiled.

Itachi's lips almost curved upward, but I'll take it as a smile anyway. "Thank you."

The rest of the morning went by pretty fast. Sakura came by to brief me on how to do specific work involving PowerPoint presentations and writing up documents for the Boss. Afterwards, I did my work accordingly; I made a good amount of calls and kept my head positively clean. I mean, it was hard when Itachi had told me to not worry about anything. I was almost worrying about his welfare, but then realized that he was still only my boss. We weren't even close to being acquaintances at the moment.

"Gotta go photocopy this…" I murmured to myself, getting up and heading over to the photocopier room. I read over the documents on the way, making sure that there were no typos and everything was formatted properly. I was so busy with the documents that when I walked into the room, that I immediately dropped the pile I was holding onto the floor. My face heated up, reminding me of that one time I left my bacon in too long in the microwave that I actually burned it.

Sandwiched in between the photocopier, and Sasuke, was a bright red (rivaling me) Sakura. Both of their clothes were disheveled. And I quickly bent down to pick up the papers, the loss of words overwhelming me. "S-sorry." I mumbled.

Gosh, what's with me and being surrounded with couples?

I hurriedly picked up all the sheets. "I'll just go use Uchiha-san's photocopier." I mumbled, nearly tripping out the door.

I rushed to said man's office, forgetting to knock on his door when I burst in. He looked up from his work, before moving his eyes back down. "Can I help you with something?"

"Um, I, can I use your photocopier instead?"

Itachi rose an eyebrow at me. "If you must."

I walked to the machine, my hands unknowingly shaking. I glared at my hands, willing them to stop as I started up the machine. "Did something happen with the photocopier in the room?"

"Oh, uh, no?" I hadn't intend it to sound like a question.

"Hn." My hands had stopped shaking by now. I photocopied the rest of the papers, taking a breath of relief. I looked over at Itachi who was sipping on his third cup of coffee. "It's ok if you scold them, you know."

My eyes widened. Me, scolding his brother? "Um, how did you know?"

"Kisame tells me that he often catches them in that room."

I nervously laughed, twirling a piece of hair between my fingers. "I mean, how did you know it was about your brother's relationship with Sakura-san?"

Itachi shrugged and motioned me to sit in front of him. "Haruno-san comes over quite enough for me to know what's going on."

"I don't mean to go back on my own words about everyone has their own business, but are you okay with them doing things like that?"

Itachi got back to scribbling things down with his ink pen. "Their relationship is not my business, however, I preferred if they kept it more privately to themselves. My brother still likes to do what he pleases at the end of the day."

I sat there, unsure of what else to say. I stared at the ashtray a top of his desk next to his picture frame. I still didn't know who was framed there, since I haven't approached his desk closely enough to see. I saw that there were specks of ash on it; Itachi probably thought it was clean when he wiped it down. "Uchiha-san, I know you smoke. Though, there's nothing wrong with it and I'm sure there's times where other company leaders prefer company when they do talk about business and smoke cigars at the same time," Itachi looked up from his work, waiting for me to continue. "And I'm hoping I'm not being out of line when I say this, but I'm sure that when you have your own family, you wouldn't want your kids to worry about your health due to smoking."

I thought Itachi had widened his eyes at my indirect approach to get him to stop smoking, but it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, after all, I've seen too much already. I smiled, getting up from the seat. "Lunch is in five minutes. I'll see you downstairs in a bit."

I spotted the couple and Itachi, the couple already making their way out of the door. Itachi had been kind enough to wait until I caught up with them. We walked to the same restaurant and took the same table. Sakura had asked me to direct the meeting again. I mentioned a couple of independent companies, needing the help of our investments to get them booming. Nothing too interesting today.

Itachi was pretty silent the entire time, but when Sasuke had made a comment about Sakura's clothes, that's when he spoke up. "Sasuke, if you're going to keep a relationship with Haruno-san, please avoid doing it at the offices."

Sasuke glared at Itachi, scowling. "Excuse me, but what I do is none of your business." His eyes shifted to my face. "Did she tell on us?" He spat out, and I swore I felt jabs to my face from his eyes.

"No, but I knew the moment she talked about the photocopier room. Kisame tells me about it all the time."

"Kisame is a shark, what does he know about it?" Sasuke's voice was growling lower and lower with every passing moment.

Itachi sighed, taking a bite out of his food. "I'm not saying you can't date Haruno-san. I'm just saying I'd like you to stay professional while at work."

"Says you, hypocrite." I gulped at Sasuke's words, poison dripping from each and every one of them. "When you were with Hachi, you let her drape herself all over you, letting her seduce every single nerve and sense in your body, and look at the both of you now."

Itachi had put down his eating utensils. "That's en-"

"It was a miracle at first; I didn't know my brother was capable of love, and yet here he was with a woman whom seemingly made him happy."

Sakura tugged on the sleeve of Sasuke's suit, pleading him, "Sasuke, sto-" I watched both of the brothers playing verbal ping-pong with each other.

Sasuke continued, "But the day came when she up and left you on your own, taking away 40% of our stocks with her." I covered my mouth, shocked at what he was spilling. "And yet you still haven't the nerve to divorce her. It's only because you care about that stupid ki-"

"That's enough, Sasuke." Itachi was strangely acting calm the entire time. Though, I know it was only acting because his knuckles went white and his palms were red with his nails digging into it. "All I'm asking you is for you to keep your relationship private, not public. Don't make the same mistake that I did."

Sasuke shut his mouth up at that point. I exchanged looks with Sakura, the both of us just as tense as the moment with the two brothers. Luckily, we were pretty much finished with our food so we could leave. Sasuke had left in a huff, Sakura trailing after him.

Itachi had stayed put, not budging an inch. "I apologize you had to hear all that." Itachi said after a few moments of silence.

"It's alright." It's so rare to get apologies, but gosh, it was quite something else when such a powerful man was doing it. "I didn't expect Sasuke-san to blow up, that's all."

"I didn't either, but I should've known considering we're related." I managed to laugh at his small jab to his own family. "Keep this conversation between us, alright? I don't want Kisame budding into my life more than what he already does."

I nodded. "Of course, Uchiha-san."

Juicy gossip with Deidara!

I had met up with the blonde the next day for our movie night after my work. We ended up ordering pizza together and ate at my place since Sasori was still snoozing at his.

"Komo, you have better gossip than the magazine under my bed, un."

"The magazine next to your porno stash?" Deidara choked on his pizza and I smirked in victory. Serves you right for making me thirdwheel all the time. "I saw it when I slept over one time. Didn't you think it was odd that I had no reaction when you announced that you were gay?"

"I thought you didn't care, un!" Deidara protested loudly, bits of food projecting out from his mouth. Gosh, he was such a pig sometimes.

I laughed, covering my mouth to avoid Deidara's mishap. "I don't. I'm happy that you found someone you love. You've been much nicer to me ever since you've met him."

Deidara's cheeks turned red, similar to the dress shirt I was going to wear on Thursday to represent our company when MQ came to interview my boss. His mouth became a thin line, though his eyes were sparkling from some unknown reason. Deidara does not cry. He doesn't even know what tears-

Oh my god, he was crying! Tears ran down Deidara's face, and Deidara quickly wiped them away, refusing to believe that he was crying. I grabbed my tissue box from my bedside table, handing them to Deidara.

"Thanks, un." He mumbled through a snotty mess. "This doesn't leave the room, okay, un?" I nodded, smiling at him. "I really do love him."

"I know you do. I'm sure he feels the same way, even as quiet as he is."

"He's not as quiet as you think, un. He's actually quite loud, especially when we're having s-"

"AH, Deidara! I don't want to hear about your indecent acts!" I covered my ears, squeezing my eyes tight.

"It's not like you haven't had sex before, un." We both started at each other for a while, blinking at the same time. "Wait… Are you still a virgin, un?"

"Well, yeah. The only boyfriend I had was during my junior year of college. But we broke up because he was a prick and I had too much work to do." I ate my pizza, taking huge bites. "He tried pressuring me for drunk sex and asking for booty calls… So I just blocked his number and deleted him off my phone."

"You should get with Itachi, un. He has money and he's single… un." Seemed like being single wasn't as important as having money to Deidara.

"No way, I'm not falling in love with my Boss. That's suicide in itself."

A/N:

Woot-woot! Hope this chapter gave you more insight on her work and the relationships around her.

Happy reading (as always),
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