DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HIM!

Though I have no idea why anyone would delude themselves to think I would own Naruto…?

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Magical Mistress Sarai...thank you for all your help and words of encouragement for this story, though I am not sure I deserved all of them! XD And for all people looking for a good read, you should check out her story Naruto: Kurashio, the first chapter is a tad confusing, but it gets REALLY good after that, make sure to put it on your must read list! You should really thank her because she is the reason I updated...though the chapter isn't up to par with her expectations though XP

Chapter 6: Being Difficult

Dammit! Nothing has been going well for me today!

...karma...

You are not helping.

Just saying...

Father probably saw Naruto running out of the house and is now going to interrogate me on why there was a 'low life' in the mansion.

There is no way he saw Naruto.

Oh, so now you choose to be optimistic...Sasuke thought sarcastically.

"Sasuke! Get down here, now!" Fugaku Uchiha thundered.

Sasuke made his way down the staircase, scared of making his father wait any longer. He entered the main living room and saw his father putting down his briefcase, noting that he never did loosen his tie. Once his father was sitting down, more or less comfortably, Sasuke felt it was safe to start talking.

"Yes, Father?" Sasuke asked in a formal tone, almost business-like.

Sasuke's mind was preoccupied making up an excuse for Naruto's hurried escape from the house.

How the hell am I supposed to explain why the dobe was here?!

No, Father, I wasn't trying to seduce that blonde that rushed past you into being my boyfriend to ruin your engagements plans for me...

Yeah, that conversation would go real well with Father.

Got anything better?

Not really.

Didn't think so.

Grr...

"Sasuke." Fugaku said in a sharp tone, wondering if his son was still there.

"Yes," Sasuke replied, finally returning to reality.

Stupid Naruto! Why the hell did you have to storm out of the house the day Father had to come home early?! You are so going to pay the next time I see yo–

"About the engagement party –"

"Well, Naruto was here bec–" Sasuke said, starting his excuse speech."Wait...what?"

"Who's Naruto?" Fugaku questioned.

"No one," Sasuke answered a tad too quickly, relieved, "The engagement party?"

"Ahem, yes, well, I want you to know that it is going to be held at the Uchiha Corp. owned banquet hall at the Sharingan Hotels in downtown Konoha, catered by La Vie, french cuisine to accommodate our foreign guests. I want you to be there by 7 sharp, no later, and you must be wearing a tux. You, also, must remember to greet all the guests, by their names, and you are not allowed to leave Antoinette Dumont's side the entire night. We will make the official announcement of your engagement immediately after dinner. Then you are to make a speech, after me, of course, on how you believe your relationship will Isabelle will help you grow and, in turn, cause both of our companies to flourish together, I expect to see it done by tonight, so I can approve it for tomorrow."

"So Antoinette is her name..."Sasuke mumbled inaudibly.

"What!" Fugaku snapped, thinking Sasuke was talking back to him.

"No, no, nothing, Father."

"You understand what is expected of you on Sunday?" Fukagu demanded.

"Yes, completely..."Sasuke said compliantly, not really listening to what he had been asked. He had started zoning out when his father started his rant and still was only half there.

Naruto is so freaking lucky that he escaped before Father got here.

Don't you mean you're so lucky that he left before Father saw him?

No, not really, who knows what Father would have done to him.

Good point, I wonder how fast Naruto was running to beat Father.

Me too...

"Sasuke!" Fugaku snapped, in order to bring Sasuke back to the conversation

"Wha-what?"

"I trust you won't disappoint me." Though, the tone he spoke in hinted at no signs of trusts.

"...I won't, Father." Sasuke uttered under his breath, feeling guilty knowing what he was going to do.

True, Sasuke hated his father but there was still this innate feeling of him wanting to please his father and make him proud. Although, it had been years since he had acted on those feelings, he just couldn't help but feeling like he was going to betray his father, and that it was wrong. He knew all that his father had thought of him up till now, and all that effort he had already put in to make him accept him, would be, intentionally, thrown away by him, once he goes through with his plans. It felt like a waste, though he told himself that he doesn't care, that twinge in his chest told him otherwise.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about, Father?"

"Yes, you may go now." Fugaku replied, dismissing Sasuke with a quick flip of his hand, as though, he was no more than a fly. Fugaku had already pulled out his Blackberry and was dialing for just another important company phone call.

Sasuke left the room, without another thought.

No, that is a lie. He left, without another thought about his father. Most of his thoughts were still centered around a certain runaway blonde that he desperately needed to makeup with.

After, mulling around several ideas of how to go about talking to Naruto, Sasuke gave up and decided that he would think about it in the morning; but, not before he finished that speech for Father's approval, just for one last time.

...Saturday Morning...

Sasuke had woken up with a serious migraine. Every throb his head gave was another cynical reminder of what he had to do today. He had spent all night, including his dreams, thinking about Naruto. Who was always just out of reach.

After, quickly eating breakfast in an empty house, he set out to figuring out how to call Kiba, for advice on how to talk to Naruto. Kiba was Naruto's best friend, after all, so if anyone knew anything, it would be him. The problem was finding out his phone number. You wouldn't be going out on a limb when you called Sasuke anti-social.

The raven pulled out his phone to check his contacts to see if anyone he knew would have Kiba's number. It was rather sad to see his measly thing he called a contacts list. Sasuke was overjoyed, or as overjoyed as he could be, to see that he had Shino Aburame's number. They were once partners for a project in English and he still had his number in his phone. It was a good bet that Shino would have Kiba's number, since all they did was blush at the sight of each other. Well, Sasuke really couldn't tell if Shino was blushing under his jacket that covered the majority of his face.

Sasuke wasn't one for talking so he resorted to texting Shino.

After a couple minutes, Sasuke heard a familiar buzz, and now had Kiba's number.

He decided to call Kiba, because this was a way too serious conversation for text. A few rings later, Sasuke heard a groggy hello.

"Hello, Kiba."

"Umm...Who's this?"

"It's Sasuke," Sasuke stated, matter-of-factly.

"Wait...what, who, why? " Kiba stuttered "Is this a prank? Shikamaru, I know that is you."

"No, idiot, it is me Sasuke Uchiha, and Nara is way too lazy to ever make a prank call, especially at 8 in the morning."

"Yeah...ok...makes sense...but umm...why are you calling me at 8, anyway?"

"I need to talk to you."

"About?" Kiba urged, through his fuzzy mind state.

"Naruto."

"Uh...what about Naruto?" Kiba asked, slightly hesitantly.

Sasuke was about to answer when he heard the faint sound of voices arguing in the background. It sounded muffled, almost, like Kiba was covering the phone, to prevent Sasuke from hearing. It was pretty obvious that the other person was angry.

Sasuke is what we would call a relatively smart person, and was easily able to put two and two together.

"Naruto's at your house." It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact.

"...Yea."

"Why's Naruto at your house?"

"Umm, he slept over..."

"I figured that much out on my own. Thank you, very much. Now, why did he sleepover at your house?"

"Uh...well...that information is not allowed to be given...according to Naruto...who's now hitting me to stop talking." Kiba snorted. "Ow...Kit, that one hurt. Stop it. Come on, please?"

Kit? What the hell, is that dog boy giving my dobe petnames? Sasuke thought, outraged.

Tone it down, Mr. Possessive...and when, exactly, did he become your dobe? Hmm...?

Not now! I don' t have the time for you!

Aw, come on, I know we are jealous.

"Kiba, put Naruto on the phone." Sasuke, all but, commanded.

"He won't talk to you, Sasuke, sorry."

"Fine, I'm coming to your house, don't let him leave."

"Um..."

"If you want to stay living in this city, I suggest you make him stay."

"Uh...ok...but you don't know where I live."

"Please, I know where everyone lives."

"See ya, then..." Kiba gulped.

Sasuke had already hung up.

The raven pulled up to a quaint, cottage-style, home that was nestled in the woods. He could hear dogs barking while he was still inside his car; he knew he was at the right house.

He made quick strides to the house, taking the front steps two at a time. Right as he was about to knock on the door, it swung open to reveal a bewildered, pajama clad, Naruto.

"Hell no!" Naruto yelled, as he slammed the door shut.

THANKS FOR READING! I hope you liked it...even though it was pretty short...again. It wasn't a very good chapter, but I think the next one will be better, cause the confrontation will happen XD As always, please point out any mistakes you see, grammar, spelling, any really...'cause I have them all :P