Hyper Beat Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

WARNING! WARNING! Yaoi WARNING! Maybe sex scene later chapters, SasukeXNaruto Fanfic...HEE HEE HEE GAYNESS!

Scribbler's notes: I always wanted to know how a famous person lived, and how they had to handle the poparatsy and their fame. Well I did some research and made it into a fanfic. The fanfic is based about a low class convenient store worker (Naruto), and a high class Pop star singer (singer) who were child hood friends...and soon meet up in the future...sad thing is. SASUKE can't be with NARUTO because he's scared to lose his fame...OOOH what will Sasuke do? We just gotta find out by reading it right?

Prologue:

The crowd cheered wildly, loudly as they called out to the dark haired, lifeless eyed, pale skinned singer that circled the stage with his cordless microphone pressed closely to his lips as he began to sing brightly. His navy blue turtle neck pressed against his skin shaping his muscles out as he gave the crowd of fans a smile that they won't forget. Well for the night of his latest performance in Seattle. He had to admit he did enjoy it, and people, his fans, his 'family' enjoyed it aswell.

"Hyper Beat does another hit with–"

/BUP/

He groaned as he shifted to his side arm covered with the weight of his simple form and the other free arm drapping over the side of his sofa. The male complained about his life in small mumbles barely even heard to those watching, and listening to him. He laid on his side looking at the porno magazines that scattered the floor that he never really bothered reading only fans gave them to him. Pretty odd to admit after all he really wasn't interested much into woman soon he shifted himself to lay on his back. He looked at the ceilling thinking deeply to himself until...

/RING! RING/

The phone rang he looked to the side as his cordless phone rested on his counter next to the sofa. He extended his hand reached it and pressed the botton "Yeah?" was the question that left his lips as he heard the cheer filled yells of fans and a male that can barely even keep up with his words "Is this Hyper Beat?" Was asked on the other lnie. He cocked his eyebrow preparing to hang up "No, no, no please don't hang up!" Begged the boy on the other line of the phone, as he was aware from the awkward silence that had lifted between the two. The dark haired boy didn't hang up and prepared to listen to him "Sasuke?" Asked the boy. His eyes widened from the call of his names as he looked at the phone in awe. "How do you know my real name?" Asked Sasuke as he awaited for the boy to answer "...its me–" before he heard the male finish his answer he heard someone hang up.

/CLICK/

He didn't bother to ask if someone was there with that 'casual' question of 'hello?' he hung up and got off the couch where he stumbled his way to the kitchen and pourred himself a cup of refreshing tea. Soon he trailed to the fine varnished kitchen table as he began to sip on the herbal tea that he had pourred himself.

/DING DONG/

The door bell rang Sasuke stood tall as he headed for the door. Slowly he twisted his hand around the golden door knob and opened it "yes?" there a pink haired blue eyed girl stood shouting of joy with a blond friend of hers. Sasuke looked down at them with a hint of anger that florescently shimmered on his face. "OH MY GOD! IT'S YOU! IT'S REALLY YOU! You...are...my...greatest IDOL" she called out with another squeal that came after her from her friend that exposed him a note pad "Can I? Can I have your signature?" She yelled, he frowned as he began to sign "Your name?" "Ino Yamanaka I want it saying to my beloved Ino from your lo--" he handed her the notepad. Her eyes widdened as she looked at the notepad.

All she looked at it she read:

'Sasuke Uchiha...leave me alone'

"WHAT? HEY!" She cried as the door was slammed one her face. Sasuke yawned as he returned to the kitchen as he walked on ingnoring the loud slamming of Ino and the pink haired girl hitting the door with her fist. He wasn't really listening all he did was sitting down and looking at his tea. He wasn't really thirsty...actually he didn't really know why he pourred himself a cup of coffee. He sighed as he got up and pourred the cup in the sink.