A/N: Okay you guys, I was very pleased with the reviews I got from the previous chapters, so I'm going to keep on writing this story. But I would like to make a tiny request. I really believe that deciding to publish this as my first fanfic was a good idea and I REALLY want to keep this story going. Sadly, I'm not getting that many reviews. So in other words, I would really appreciate if more of you guys would R&R so I can feel like writing this isn't a waste of my time. Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!

Now in this chapter, we will see what the girl's potential victims are up to. This is gonna be fun!

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Naruto. DEAL WITH IT!

Chapter 5: What They Do With Their Time

Some People Have Little Time on their Hands while others apparently have Too Much

It was 1:15 p.m. at Scarecrow Productions in downtown Tokyo. Famous movie star director, Mr. H, was at work filming soon to be blockbuster, Need for Speed, which of course was based on the popular video game franchise. Even though the movie wasn't set to be released until the summer of 2012, Mr. H wanted to hurry up and get all the really intense fighting scenes done before he got into the shooting the infamous streetcar races. He was pretty much always pressed for time because he had to finish shooting the scenes so they could be edited; however, he liked to take his time nonetheless. To him, everything including filming and editing was going to be finished in time for the executive movie producers to start making the trailers and what not. In other words, there was no need to rush anything. As mellow as Mr. H may seem, there was one thing that was bugging him. That was his lazy supposed to be assistant director who was sitting in a folding chair next to him. He wasn't doing anything except texting on his new HTC® Sensation™.

"Do you ever put down that thing down Naruto?" asked Mr. H obviously annoyed.

"What?" Naruto asked oblivious to what his superior just asked him.

"You've been texting on your cellphone ever since you stepped on to the set this morning. You need to put it down, it looks unprofessional."

"Unprofessional my ass Kakashi! All you do is sit around and look all important in your little director's chair and read the old man's dirty novels the whole time!"

"Why I never!" Kakashi gasped fakely. "I actually do work while I'm on set, while you don't even make so much as a suggestion towards the dozens of scenes we've already shot! And I will have you know that Icha Icha Paradise is where a pull my cinematic inspiration from!"

"Is that why there are so many heavy make-out scenes in this action movie?" Naruto asked raising an eyebrow.

"Eh, you can never blame a guy for wanting to spice up a movie." Kakashi said rubbing the back of his head. "And another thing, don't call me Kakashi when we're at work you are to call me-"

"Mr. H yeah yeah I know." Naruto said unenthusiastically. "Famous director extraordinaire and infamous playboy who gets all the chicks."

Kakashi chuckled, "I taught you well."

"Pfft yeah right." Naruto grumbled before picking his Sensation back up to answer his newly received text message.

"Who are you texting anyway?" the director inquired.

"None of your business ya grey haired pervert." the obnoxious blonde replied.

"Oh well excuse me, someone's being feisty today." Said the silver-headed director as he got up out of his personal monogrammed, movie directing chair. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading to the bathroom."

"Don't jack off to Icha Icha for too long now. We still have a bunch more scenes to shoot." snickered Naruto as he pointed to the erotic novel poking out of Kakashi's pocket.

"Haha very funny." replied Kakashi as he pushed the novel deeper down into his pocket. As he made his way to his personal bathroom, he spun around and shouted to Naruto, purposefully grabbing everyone else's attention too.

"AND BY THE WAY, MAKE SURE TO TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND SASUKE, WHOM YOU'VE BEEN TEXTING FOR SEVERAL HOURS, THAT I SAID HI!"

Before Naruto could respond, Kakashi was already in the safeness of his private potty.

"THAT JERK!" Naruto exclaimed furiously. "JUST WAIT UNTIL HE COMES OUT OF THERE I'LL KICK HIS -"

Before the angry blonde could finish his threat, his cellphone started to ring. Just when Naruto was about to tell the caller off, he looked the number that flashed on the screen and decided against it.

"Hello." Naruto spoke in his calmest voice. "This isn't the best of times to call, Sasuke, can you call later?"

Just as soon as he spoke in what he thought was whispering, a bunch of the staff and movie crew turned around and stared.

"WHAT ARE ALL OF YOU PEOPLE LOOKING AT? I CAN HAVE ALL OF YOU FIRED BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN BLINK!" the now hysterical man roared in rage making all of the previous onlookers disperse shrivel in fear and go back to work.

"Rough day?" a cool voice said over the other end of the phone.

"No shit. What do you want?"

"Nothing really. But does Kakashi know anything?"

"Of course not Sasuke, Kakashi doesn't suspect a thing," said Naruto cheerfully looking around. Seeing people whispering and staring at him again, he decided to take the call to a more private place.

"Sasuke, would you mind if I put you on hold for a sec?"

"Sure but hurry up I don't have all da-"was all Sasuke could say before he was put on hold.

"Dobe." Sasuke grumbled.

It was 2:40 p.m. in uptown Tokyo at Sharingan & Co. The company's president, Sasuke Uchiha, sat in his fancy leather recliner in his extravagant corporate office as he waited for his idiotic longtime friend to pick up the phone again so they could resume their conversation once more. As he waited patiently, he started fumbling with some of the papers on his cherry wood desk with his right hand while he held the phone with his left. After waiting for 5 minutes, he started to get impatient.

This numbskull needs to hurry up so we can get this conversation over with. I have a meeting with the Nara's at 2:45. We have a very important business deal to discuss I can't afford to put it off. I am lucky that they decided to actually to come to this meeting instead of canceling like they did on the others. This could mean they actually want to do business with me for once.

Just as Sasuke couldn't get even more frustrated and stressed out, in walked his latest new plaything, Karin, through his platinum encrusted office doors. Sasuke glanced over Karin's outfit which was quite revealing. She was wearing a very loose light blue off the shoulder top that exposed her stomach. It looked that it was about to fall off any minute. She was also wearing a ripped up micro mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and black high heeled pumps on her feet. Her ensemble was topped off by a navy blue bucket hat and very big silver hoop earrings along with her genuine Coach tote. Of course, she was wearing her signature Lens crafter glasses.

"Hey baby. How you doin'?" asked Karin as she flopped down on to one of the two empty leather chairs that sat in front of her new hubby's desk. "How are ya?"

"Fine Karin." Spoke Sasuke in an exasperated tone. "Why are you here? I told you that I'd come to meet you at Olive Garden for lunch at 3:30 after I was done at work."

"I knnoooww." wined Karin as she tossed her bag into the empty chair beside her. "But I missed you, so decided to come by and surprise you at work."

"Missed me? I just took you for a shopping spree at Tiffany's yesterday!"

"Yeah I know, but I can't stand being apart from you for so long."

You mean you can't bear to be apart from my wallet for too long. Sasuke started to rub the sides of temples. This was starting to give him a headache.

Karin was busy checking her make up on her M.A.C compact before she noticed her boyfriend's distress. "Something wrong hun?"

Sasuke mentally rolled his eyes, "No of course not. But you could do me little favor."

"Sure baby, what is it?" Karin asked closing her compact.

"Can you run down to the drug store and get me some ibuprofen?" Sasuke requested pulling his Master Card out of his wallet and offering it to the redhead. "Here take this."

"Ok!" Karin said snatching it out of Sasuke's hand and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, "Don't worry babe, I'll be back before you know it." After putting away her compact and grabbing her tote, she all but ran out of the office, ready to abuse her boyfriend's credit card like she did so many others.

Great, that should get rid of her for about an hour. Why did I ever decide to date her again? Sasuke wondered still rubbing his temples. A few seconds later, his IPhone started to vibrate. Naruto's number flashed onto the screen.

Great when I get rid of one headache, here comes another. He thought as he answered the phone.

"Hey Sasuke!" buzzed a chirpy voice.

"Hello Naruto could you not be so loud I have a headache."

"Ooohh, rough day?"

"You have no idea. Look just say what you need to say, I have a meeting in 5 minutes."

"Alrighty!"

Quickly, the pair discussed their plans for the upcoming weekend and made various changes dotted down notes to make quick fixes. After they were done, they told each other a hasty goodbye and they both hung up. Sasuke looked at his Rolex and saw that he had one minute until he was scheduled for his meeting. When the big hand struck a quarter to 3, his personal secretary paged him on his intercom. She told him his guests were here, and he told her to send them in. Not even a second later, in walked two sharply dressed men in black pencil striped suits. Both of the men wore bored but serious expressions as they walked in and stood in front of the president's desk.

"Please sit down." Sasuke said in his most polite voice. As the two men seated themselves, the Uchiha noticed how similar the pair of men looked from how they wore their black spikey hair in a ponytail to their identical bored as hell expressions. He chuckled to himself.

"Something funny Uchiha." snarled the oldest of the pair who had three scars going down the side of his face.

"Oh no, it's nothing Mr. Shikaku. As you must now I take my business deals very seriously."

"I bet you do." The Nara grumbled.

"Can we just get this over with already." The younger Nara said abruptly. "I have someplace to be at 4:30, and I don't want this meeting to take long."

"You always like to cut straight to chase Shikamaru." said Sasuke as he stared right into the younger Nara's eyes. "Which is why I like doing business with you."

Without any more interruptions, the meeting between the three carried on.

In an abandoned warehouse on the other side of town, a massive party had just been held the night before. Well, it wasn't really a party; it was more of a super-secret rave that was being held for aspiring painters and artists. If you did any type of semi-famous writings, poetry, sculptures, or even occasionally sung at the downtown café then you got an invited. It was an all-night raging 70's themed party. There were flashing lights, half-naked girls, pillow fights, drinking games, lava lamps, bean bag chairs, and random orgies breaking out everywhere. It would go down in party history as the most inspirational bashes of the year. But what really drew out most of the artists' inspiration was the little surprise that was spiked into the punch that set the party off in the first place. No one was aware that they were heavily intoxicated with anything else besides wine and absinthe. At some point, two dudes started naked wrestling in built-in Jacuzzi, no one really cared anyway. Everyone was insanely delirious and falling in love with each other and expressing so much "love" that it really didn't matter who was drunk or high and who wasn't.

What the partygoers didn't know was that there a famous painter who made his appearance last night at that same party. As he mingled through the impressively big crowd, he stumbled across a bunch of drunken young women who were getting to know themselves a little bit too well on one of the water beds. One the girls offered him some of her punch and asked him if wanted to join in, he took one sip and the rest was history. After being passed out for several hours, the young man woke up on the same water bed from the night before. He started to rub his head looking around confused.

What happened last night? He pondered looking at all the naked girls around him. Him this isn't a bad way to wake up. Wait a minute where are my clothes. Why am I naked? The man got off the bed started to walking around looking at all the effects from last night's party around him. There were people sleeping everywhere on shag rugs and faux leopard skinned carpets. He even saw a lady in an afro wig passed out over by the bar. Realization him in an instant.

Oh, that's right; Deidara invited me to this party last night. It was very festive. He thought as he found his clothes under the refreshment table.

How did they get here? Never mind, I need to get dressed quickly before any of these people wake up and recognize me.

The young artist started to get dressed in the black t-shirt, pants, and hoodie, and black Converses that he wore the night before. However, he couldn't find his boxers.

Whatever. Screw it; I hardly ever wear them anyway.

After he was finished getting dressed he started to look for an exit.

I wonder where Deidara is. He told me he'd be here, but I never saw him last night.

While he wondered about the whereabouts of his incredibly blonde friend, he walked over to the punch bowl and decided to have a little sip. He was rather thirsty after having consumed nothing but booze last night after all. So he got himself a cup and poured a drink. However, his instincts got the best of him and he was suddenly very wary of the beverage. Just to prove himself wrong, he sniffed it. His nostrils were set flared, as he dropped the drink along with his cup into the punchbowl which made a very loud splash. People in the room started to stir.

Awe shit. I need to find a way out of here.

The pale artist bolted from the punch bowl and ran around the warehouse until he found the exit door towards the back. Quietly and quickly, he slipped out without causing much noise. He navigated his way from the warehouse into the adjacent alley and made his way to the main road, hiking his hoodie over his head as he went. He was glad that no one was around. After walking for a few minutes, he started thinking about the intoxicated punch he smelt and immediately became disgusted.

This is classic Deidara. Through a party, spike the punch with drugs, and leave before anyone wakes up and can remember anything. He is SO dead the next time I see him!

As he trudged through the streets some more, he heard a car honk behind him and moved over to the sidewalk on the right side of the street. Soon the vehicle was driving right beside him and the driver rolled the window down. Said driver just happened to be the guy the young man was just thinking about.

"Deidara! You idiot, I'm going to kill you!"

"Yeah I know Sai I've been anticipating you saying that for the past 20 minutes that I've been looking for you." Deidara quickly looked around. "Now shut up and get in before anyone sees us."

Sai reluctantly complied with him and strove around to the passenger side and got in. After he fastened his seatbelt, his blonde companion hit the gas, and in no time they were out of the outskirts of town and speeding down the highway. Not in the best of moods to speak with his moronic friend at the moment, Sai gazed out the window. Out of the blue, he got chills down his spine.

There is something ominous in the air.

"Something wrong Buddy? Are you cold? I can turn down the AC if you want."

"Shut up and keep driving." Sai spat with an emotionless tone in his voice. Knowing that his best friend was probably furious at him, Diedara decided to do just that, not wanting to push it.

"OK." Deidara spoke quickly and said no more.

Sai just sat back and stared out the window.

What does fate have in store for me this time?

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