A/N: I noticed that many of the reviewers support my non-Sakura bashing writing. Truth be told, Sakura isn't my most favorite Naruto character. But even though I don't like her much, I'm trying to keep to her original character instead of warping her into a bitch worthy of bashing. I'd be a hypocrite if I'm trying to keep the characters in character and make Sakura the outcast with a whole un-Sakura like personality. And as always, thank you very much for the reviews! Reviewing isn't necessary as proof that people read my story. The hit counts are proof enough! But waking up and checking my e-mail to find reviews from readers really puts a smile on my face...as cheesy as that sounds. I've kept you long enough! On to the story.

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Prince Complex adj. (prins kom-pleks); pertaining to, or describing a spoiled, arrogant person

Synonym(s):

Uchiha Sasuke

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Sakura stared at the door in front of her, her hand poised to ring the door bell. A sudden realization struck her. She's been visiting Naruto a lot lately. A pang of guilt threatened to swallow her heart. After all, she's only been with Naruto for Sasuke. She shook her head and strengthened her resolve.

"No! This is all for love!" Just when she was about to ring the bell, the door opened revealing a disheveled Naruto.

"Eh? Sakura-chan? What are you doing here?" Sakura blinked at Naruto's tired appearance. He seemed pale and really shaken about something. "Sakura-chan? Is something wrong?"

"Eh? Ah! Nothing is wrong." She forced out a laugh. Naruto looked at her strangely. She looked away and cleared her throat before speaking. "I was wondering if you ate dinner already?"

"No, not yet. I was just about to go out and get something." Sakura's eyes roamed over Naruto's figure furtively.

He was going to go out looking like that?

"Why do you ask?" Sakura smiled.

"Well I was going to take you out to Ichikaru for that ramen I owe you." Naruto smiled brightly, the tiredness seemed to melt away from him.

"Then I'll go fix myself up before we go." Sakura almost sighed with relief.

I was going to force him to clean himself up anyway.

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"So Sakura-chan, what do you want to ask me about?" Sakura almost spat out the water she was drinking. She raised her eyes and looked at the blonde tentatively. He was just playing with his drink, swirling the straw around with a bored look.

"Hehe...I don't know what you mean Naruto-kun." She tried to feign an innocent look.

"I know you Sakura-chan. Let's face it. You only got me out here to ask about Sasuke didn't you?" The pink haired girl sighed, defeated.

"Alright, alright." She slumped in her chair. "It's just that...I feel really edgy about this whole thing."

Naruto heaved a long sigh. If he didn't do this then she would never let go of Sasuke.

"Ne, Sakura-chan. Why are you so stuck on this Sasuke guy anyway?" That dreamy stare returned full blast.

"Kyah! Sasuke-sama is so handsome and charming and...and...kyah!"

"Yeah...but you don't know him personally so how can you be like this?" Sakura's fan girl daze was gone as quickly as it came.

"What are you trying to say, Naruto-kun?" Naruto felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Well, isn't this a bit...obsessive? To be head over heels for him when you don't know him well enough." Sakura looked at him suspiciously.

"There's more than that isn't there? Well what is it?"

It's strange for Naruto to be acting this way. What's gotten into him?

Naruto bit his lip, a bit hesitant.

I'm sorry Sakura-chan.

"I'm...I'm dating him." The clink of silverware against china and quiet conversations seemed to fade away. All he heard was the blood rushing in his ears. All he saw was the expression of disbelief on Sakura's face. She looked down and clenched her hands into fists. Her lips started to move as she muttered something under her breath. Naruto had to lean in close to hear her.

"...won't lose."

"Eh? Sakura-chan?" She suddenly looked up. Fire blazed in her eyes.

"I said I won't lose to you, Naruto-kun!" With that, she stormed out of the restaurant. Naruto almost wilted into his chair.

"She took that better than I expected."

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"Gah...today turned out so horrible. First it was that crazy girl and now this. It can't get much worse." Naruto kicked at a rock as he turned a corner onto his street. The rock flew and hit something with a thunk. The blonde looked up to see a limo parked in front of his house. A limo with a noticeable dent. "I was wrong. It just got a lot worse." Naruto watched as the passenger door opened, revealing a...head of silver hair?

"Oi, brat. How dare you dent my limo?" The blonde blinked unbelievingly.

"Grandpa? Why are you here?" Jiraiya glared.

"I called you this morning but you didn't pick up." Naruto blanched as he got a flashback to the ringing phone. He didn't think his grandpa would actually come see him in person. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to invite me in?" The blonde scrambled to open the front door.

"Ah. I'll get tea ready. Make yourself at home." The blonde scurried away into the kitchen. Jiraiya seated himself and surveyed the room.

"Nothing's changed about this house...huh?"

"So grandpa, why are you here?" Naruto sat across from Jiraiya.

"You know very well why I'm here boy." The blonde felt his stomach sink.

"Grandpa...I thought we agreed never to bring this up again." Jiraiya grunted.

"I never agreed to such a thing. Listen up, Naruto. You have to take over the company. I'm getting old and I can't do it anymore." The tea kettle shrilled in the kitchen. Naruto got up to go prepare the tea. "Stay where you are." The kettle continued to shriek.

"I won't do it grandpa." Jiraiya sighed.

"You are the only person to be the successor. Your father was the fourth president. When he died I took over again because you were much too young. Now you're an adult. You have to take the responsibility." Naruto's back went rigid.

"I said I won't do it. Now if you'll excuse me..." He stalked out of the living room and into the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with tea. He seated himself and offered a cup to his grandfather.

Jiraiya accepted the cup and sipped at it quietly. Naruto just stared into his cup, watching his reflection.

"Your father was a very diligent worker. He was also very kind. He looked after his employees like they were his family." Naruto listened quietly, his grip tightening around his cup. "I remembered once he forced everyone to take a vacation and shut the company down for a week. I was furious and asked why he did such a thing. He only smiled and told me that the welfare of his workers was more important than making money. He was loved by everyone in the company."

"He treated complete strangers like family, but what about me and mom?" Naruto spoke quietly. "When she fell ill, he hardly even noticed. He went on long trips and came home only for a few minutes only to go back to work again. When she took a turn for the worst, the only thing he did was send her to the hospital. Why didn't he love us? I don't want to take over the company and become someone like him!"

"Hold your tongue boy!" Naruto looked up at Jiraiya's furious face. "Your father loved you and your mother dearly. When she was sick he did nothing but call for doctor after doctor. He even went as far as to contacting foreign doctors. All of them only gave him grave news. He went on those long trips just to throw himself at the feet of doctors, pleading them to save his wife.

"None of them could do anything for her. When she died, he took time off to raise you. Don't you remember that, Naruto? He did everything in his power to make you smile again. Your father was a great man. I don't want to hear you talking like that again." Jiraiya seemed to have calmed down. "I should have told you all of this sooner. I didn't know that you were thinking this way."

Naruto felt ashamed. Of course he remembered his father taking care of him. He also remembered that pained far away look his father would get when Naruto asked about his mother. He'd always change the subject and ask if Naruto wanted to play.

"I also came for another reason Naruto." The blonde felt an on coming dread.

"What is it grandpa?"

"Have you found yourself a girlfriend yet?" Naruto stared at Jiraiya's leering face. The man was so bipolar. He's all serious when it comes to business. When it comes to everything else, he's as ludicrous as ever.

"That's none of your business!" Naruto felt his face heat up.

"Then I suppose that thing in the newspaper is true. My grandson is a queer." Naruto did a double take.

"What thing in the newspaper?" Jiraiya retrieved a copy of the morning paper from inside his blazer. He unfolded it and showed Naruto the front page. The blonde gaped at the paper. Even his grandfather knows now. Of course everyone knows now. Uchiha freaking Sasuke kissed him of all people.

"It's just all a misunderstanding."

"Oh? Did he happen to just trip and end up kissing you in that convenient pose?" Naruto felt like killing himself. He was being mocked by his own grandfather.

"Don't you have something else to do somewhere?" Jiraiya checked his watch.

"That's right. I have sake and women waiting for me!" Naruto ushered him to the door and down the steps. "Ah. Naruto. When you're done playing queer I can introduce you to some beautiful-" Naruto slammed the door in his face.

"That old pervert will never change..." Naruto looked at the paper in his hands and slumped against the door. "Gah! Things just keep piling up one after the other! I think I might go insane by the end of the day." The door bell rang. Naruto yanked the door open. "I'm not interested you perverted old fart!" A startled looking man stared at the blonde.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry. I thought you were someone else. What can I do for you?"

"My name is Inoue Amida. I'm Sasuke-sama's butler. I'm here to inform you to pack up your things. You will be moving in with Sasuke-sama tomorrow morning." Naruto bristled.

"Tell him that I'm not moving in with him. If anyone's moving it would be him!" Amida bowed.

"Very well." Naruto closed the door.

"I need to go to bed before something else happens."

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Naruto flung his arm out and slapped at his cell phone a few times. He flipped it open and put it on speaker, too lazy to bring it up to his ear.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Dobe." The blonde shot up in bed.

"Sasuke?! How did you get my number?"

"Don't you remember? You gave it to Shikamaru." Now that he mentioned it, Naruto vaguely remembered exchanging numbers with the manager when he was dropped off.

"Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

"Are you going back on our deal, usuratonkatchi?" Naruto narrowed his eyes.

"No. I'm not moving to that thing you call a house. I'm perfectly comfortable living here."

"So you're saying that I should move there instead."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Hmm...your house doesn't look very impressive."

"My house doesn't...wait what?! Are you outside?" Naruto lifted the curtain and peeked outside. Sasuke was certainly outside. He was leaning against his limo looking smug. The blonde practically fell out of bed in his rush to go outside. As soon as he opened the door people starting pouring into his house carrying various clothing on hangers.

"What is all of this?!" Sasuke just smirked and leaned against the open door.

"My clothes, dobe. After all, you invited me to live at your house." Naruto was beginning to regret it.

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A/N: Surprised? I am too! xD I didn't think I would update so soon. Ah. But this chapter is pretty boring too. I promise we'll get to the fun stuff next chapter!