Rule No. 6: Make sure your spouse is not acquainted with your boss…much worse related.

Author's note: First of all WOW! Thank you for the favorites and reviews! I have never had this many when I was first starting out the original version! I really do appreciate your criticism and words of encouragement despite my stupid grammatical errors! I must admit though, I found this chapter so difficult to write it had me crying. Literally. First of all…STUPID language barriers! T_T If you find something odd…er…it was probably a direct translation from Japanese to the best of my abilities (Hajimemashite and Yoroshiku onegai shimasu) has no direct translation in English but I now it is very important to properly introduce yourself with a person you are going to meet for the first time…I also added 3 characters that were not there on the first story…make that five because they will be of some use later Grrr….and lastly …Do you know how difficult it is to shop/plan out clothes. I am not very successful when it comes to me how the hell am I going to pull this off with someone as hot as Sasuke and as adorable as Naruto! (insert major research here) Do you know how many kinds of pants/jeans/slacks there is? OH WOW! Fashion design is like memorizing the constitution for law! So many #$%&&* rules! (heaves)

Any way sorry for reading my rant

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Disclaimer: The series both manga and anime does not belong to me. All rights are reserved to Kishimoto-sensei. I am just a really, really big FAN!

000 000 000

Sasuke parked the car in reversed at the parking spaced designated for the guests. He signaled the security to let them know that he would not take long and would leave again shortly. Jiraya had allowed him along with invited employees in the company to leave early in order to prepare for the dinner party.

The doorman did his usual greeting and he was able to offer a curt nod as acknowledgment. Keeping a stoic face, he strode towards the elevator reserved for the residents with a calm composure until he was safe behind those doors. He swiped his keycard in front of the reader and the lift automatically registered to his floor. As soon as he felt the mechanism move, Sasuke's calm state was replaced with a look a person would have if he was about to die of a heart attack. Nervousness will be the understatement of the century. Thoughts such as 'What if' and 'If onlys' raced through the tracks of his mind faster than a formula one car.

But at the back of it all, he knew it was too late to back out from all of this now.

Earlier, he had already received a text from Naruto; asking permission to go straight to his flat in order to change since his place was nearer. That was two hours ago, the dobe was probably dressed and waiting for him.

Kami, he hoped he made the right decision to leave the idiot to pick what to wear. Leaving a decision in another person's hands was completely new to him and it made him feel open for unforeseen error.

He was a mess, period—a step away from hyperventilating and turn into a full blown panic attack. He was sure that even an elephant dosage of tranquilizers would not keep him calm... there was only so much his built-in genes could control before his body starts to shake and teeth begin to chatter; heck he could feel a cold sweat behind his neck…until he opened his front door.

"Ah, Welcome home Uchiha-san."

The younger male was sitting on the arm chair reading a book until he noticed him enter and stood up to greet him.

He was dressed in an off white long sleeved button up shirt with thin lines of orange threads embroidered horizontally around the garment and was tucked in blue skinny jeans with a slim dark belt. The first two buttons were undone allowing the black necklace that held an irregularly shaped blue pendant, similar to the color but not exact color of his eyes to show through. He had a dark navy blue cardigan that hanged on his shoulder that complemented the shirt nicely. The blond had not worn his shoes yet but the set of unfamiliar loafers was placed on the guest shoe rack.

"I'm home."

Naruto gave him a small smile.

They had only exchanged house greetings twice but it was enough for Sasuke to notice how the blond's body tenses but turns into a soft smile as soon as he replies back. Sapphire eyes had a faraway look in them similar to a person who had lost something then recover it again after a long time.

"Sooo―how do I look." Naruto presented himself for his judgment

Sasuke could not help but notice the way the blond spikes seemed...different. It dutifully framed the smooth tanned face yet strategically gave way to allow you to focus on those mesmerizing blue eyes.

He looked

Perfect

"You look fine."
"Hard to impress much"

He shrugged for lack of anything to say. What did the idiot expect him to say? That he looked good enough to ravish―absolutely not!

"I'll get changed. Wait a while."

The blond waved a dismissive gesture with his hand and picked up his forgotten text book with the other. Odd, he did not peg the other as a studios student but apparently the younger male had managed to surprise him...again.

The young director opened the door to his bedroom and stared at fit dark grey suit that was laid out on his bed. He stared at the clothes for a several second before he passed by the garments and headed straight for the closet. He took out a deep navy blue sports jacket with intricate zippers that decorated the whole piece symmetrically on each side matched it with a vintage printed white shirt and straight cut jeans and a leather belt then changed in the connecting bathroom.

As he placed the designer titanium watch back around his wrist a realization hit him... He was a man who ironed out his plans ahead B and C included. Yes, there can be little unexpected changes that required a few tweaking here and there but never off course in a split second decision without fully analyzing the situation.

So why the sudden changed of garments?

The owner of the deep ebony colored eyes took a long hard look at his reflection on the full length mirror and compared the clothes he wore to the untouched clothes on the bed.

(knock, knock)

"Uchiha-san. Hatake-san is here, he said that he'll just hitch a ride with us."

That's right… Kakashi was also invited and informed him that he was carpooling with them to the party.

"I'll be right out." Sasuke took a last look at his reflection; hand-combed his hair to spike it up the back and allow his bangs to freely frame his face, instead of the usually brushed back style. He gave a nod at himself before he opened the door to step out the bedroom and was greeted by the two house guests.

" Wow, you look different Uchiha-san."
"I do?"
The blond nodded his head. "You seem...um...what's the right word..." he absently scratched his scared cheek. "...younger I guess..."

Sasuke stared at younger male in front of him. "Dobe, I am not much older than you." he flatly replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Teme, I was giving a complement."

"Mah~the pet names are cute and all but I don't think our superiors would be thinking the same when they hear that." Kakashi stood between the two and Sasuke immediately bit the insult that he was ready to hurl at the blond.

"But Hatake-san the bast-err...Uchiha started it."
Naruto crossed his arms in from of his chest and pouted and both men pondered how one could pull of such an adorable look dressed in a smart casual attire that was clearly for a young man in his early twenties.

"Now, now, Naruto-kun, you're an Uchiha now―well for tonight anyways so learn to call your husband by his given name." Kakashi's tone was teasing but an idiot could tell he was still dead serious, besides he had a point. It would be a dead giveaway if they called each other by their last names. "Go on, try saying it."

"Sa...Sa―Sasuke―san...Gah!" Naruto's face filtered red and his blue eyes darted everywhere but at his 'husband'; his slender fingers suddenly found the hem of his dress shirt very interesting.

He wanted to tease the stuttering blond but found himself struggling to prevent his face from turning scarlet too. He had heard Naruto say his full name before but never uttered in a shy uncertain tone.

"Now it's your turn Sasuke-kun."
"Dobe is fine."
"That's unfair!"
"My wife then" Naruto looked like he wanted to explode. "No way in hell!"

"Don't start you two; I don't think Sarutobi-sacho will be please if the guests he personally invited are late." Kakashi grabbed the keys to the car on the side table and threw it at Sasuke in which the other instinctively caught. "I'll stay at the back, Naruto take the front seat. You too look good together. Did you plan your outfits together too?"

"No." they both said in unison.
"Eh really? Well you look good Sasuke-kun." The man, who thankfully had his mask off grinned at the pale skinned male. "You look relaxed and approachable, different from your usually stiff dark suits and brushed back hair that screamed do not come near me!" the Creative Director said the last part in a sarcastic-menacing tone.

Sasuke could hear the blond suppress a snort but decided to take no mind of it but his former mentor did not. He transferred his gaze to the smaller male and pointed from Naruto to him. "You're complimenting each other well. You really look like a married couple."

Sasuke found himself nodding.

000 000 000

The dinner party was not extravagant if you compare them by royalty standards nor was it festive surrounded by lively music and party games.

The Sarutobi's is an old clan and their ancestors are known to have helped Shaped the Fire Country as we know today, including sacho's deceased father who Sasuke was named after.

They lived in their ancestral house an hour away from the city. It was old but well maintained and have been featured in many articles for its grand and sophisticated design. The first thing that would greet you was the black and with a stone pathway lighted by candles, giving discreet emphasis on the zen and sand garden that surrounded them. You can hear the water from the bamboo fill up and slide down in a soothing drop to the pond abundant with a school of koi fishes.

Inside guest had already settled themselves on their own corner either by the garden foyer, tea room; making themselves at home. The place was a perfect mix of oriental and western style and the party was obviously planned to be for people to unwind and relax as they socialize with each other.

The center piece of the dinner tables were freshly picked peach blossoms arranged in a neat glass vase and gave a light aroma inside. A buffet table was in the middle of the function room that offered light appetizers and refreshments from house tea to liquor.

"Uchiha-san, welcome. Sarutobi-sama has been expecting you." a man who looked liked the same age as Kakashi dressed in a white long sleeved button-up shirt with a bow tie and a closed vest with black slacks and shiny dress shoes greeted them in front of the entrance. His cheek length brown hair was combed down and covered his right eye.

"Please follow me."

"I'll catch up with you both later." Kakashi lightly patted his junior on the shoulder. "I just saw a flash of green and sparkly white teeth..." he had a look of exasperation written all over him."...and I'm in no mood to tackle with him."

Naruto gave him a"you're just going to leave us look' but Sasuke understood the head of security and his traumatizing love for youth while in green spandex and unexplainable self proclaimed rivalry against Kakashi. Mismatched eyes and a pair of charcoal ones communicated by gaze before Kakashi disappeared in the crowed.

"What was that all about?"

Sasuke just shook his head at the blond then turned his attention on the butler. "Sorry for the wait."

The man did not reply; instead he led the couple up to the second floor in a room that had a large balcony overlooking the entire garden below. Just before the balcony were two musicians performing a popular folk song with shamizens.

"Please wait here. I will inform the master of your presence." The butler moved between the audience with little presence as possible and he made himself know behind the former president where a man who wore a complete butler tailcoat stood.

The said man approached them just as discreetly as the other had been.

"Thank you, you may leave Kamizuki-san and remind Hagane not to slack off again." The man known as Kamizuki sighed but quickly regained his composure and left.

"Good evening." The man in the tailcoat greeted. He had a senbon in between his mouth which was contradicting to his formal outfit. "My name is Shiranui Genma. I am the head butler of this household. Please follow me. Master Hiruzen has been expecting you. Please follow me."

They took the path to the side close to the walls so as not to disturb the guests who were engross with the performance.

"Please excuse me Master, Madam but Uchiha Sasuke is here."

Sarutobi Hiruzen was seated on a Victorian like arm chair near the musicians. An old lady with light brown hair pony-tailed and wearing an elegant purple kimono sat beside him in a similar chair. She looked stern but gentle and she gave of an aura of wisdom and intelligence developed through experience just like the sacho.

"Uchiha-kun. I'm so glad you made it" he offered Sasuke a kind smile and motioned him to come closer.

Sasuke gently grabbed Naruto's hand and could feel how cold it was, and was quite sure his was as well. He tightened his grip, not to tight but just enough to reassure the both of them that they are not doing this shenanigan alone and they will come home in one piece.

"Good Evening sacho…madam; thank you for inviting me" He greeted and gave a bow of respect to the former president and his wife.

Sarutobi's wife immediately took notice of their linked hands and covered her face with a fan to hide her giggles and gave impatient gestures for an introduction.

"I would like to introduce you to my spouse."

Humans and their uncanny hearing ability when eavesdropping was truly remarkable; at the word spouse, everyone in the room halted to whatever they were attending to, including the musicians and stared at the new arrivals. It was like the lights dimmed and the spotlight zeroed in on them.

The young director turned his attention to the smaller male he still held hands with. He expected the worst. A look of fear, profuse sweating, shivering –-screaming "This isn't what I signed up for I QUIT" outburst coupled with running out the front door. Anything could happen with this unpredictable boy but smiling cutely with a blush on those caramel cheeks was the last thing on his list.

"Please to meet your acquaintance for the first time." Naruto let go of Sasuke's hand and gave a formal bow in front of the former president then at his wife. "My name is Uz—Uchiha Naruto. Thank you for inviting me as well. Sasuke took barely took notice of the dobe's slip up but figured it was not such a big deal since he was sure the other had more than compensated by showing a bright smile that reached endless blue eyes.

"Please to meet you Sasuke-kun, Naruto-kun" It was Sarutobi's wife that spoke. "My name is Biwako. This is my son Asuma and his wife Kurenai. They are expecting their first more soon." She gestured towards Kurenai's very pregnant belly and the dark haired woman gave a content smile in return. She placed the fan in front of her face again and giggled. "More than my husband, Kakashi-kun had been telling me stories about the infamous newly wedded couple in Hokage when he visited yesterday.

Sasuke vaguely thought if there was day where he did not feel the need to murder his silver haired mentor? That remains to be seen.

"Ho-ho—and he was right. Now…." Sarutobi inhaled from his pipe much to his wife's disappointment then exhaled; he looked around the room before he continued. "…now where is that Jiraya."

"Master, Sanin-sama has arrived." A man with a bandage across his nose approached them with the current president of Konoha Corp. in tow. "Good evening sacho." As Jiraya got closer he got a clear view of who was behind the young Uchiha.

"Sorry I'm late. I got held up by…Brat!"

"Ero-senin!"

TBC

Rule No. 7: Do not let anything bad happen to your wife even if it is initiated by a potential multibillion business partner.