Author's Note: Sasuke and Naruto are just adorable. Even though my story does make their days sound gloomy, it'll get better you'll see. Besides that, I just remembered I forgot to copyright. Sorry Masashi Kishimoto. Teehee. I'm watching Bleach. I should most likely write a Bleach fanfic too. Hearts Ichigo. OwO"
xox NikkyDOOM

Characters (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Story (c) NikkyDOOM

Naruto ran up the street as fast as he could.
He had endured two subway rides.
With the addition of pushing and shoving.
That was the most annoying part of having to work in the city.
Commuting.
Most people were rude, not stopping to say excuse me; or sorry for almost running you over.
Naruto didn't know if he looked appropriate for work; he just knew he was comfortable, and that was all that really mattered.

Naruto's hair was slightly past his chin. It was spikey, but usually flat when it fell onto his face.
Longer in the front, than in the back.
He wore a hoodie with form fitting jeans, converse, and a jacket with fur on the
hood. His camera hung around his neck, a book bag slung over his shoulder.

Naruto skidded to a stop, turning a corner.
He walked into the studio casually, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat.
A young girl looking about his age sat at a desk; in front of a doorway.
Her hair was short, and her eyes were an extremely pale violet.
"Excuse me?" Naruto asked.

The girl looked up from her laptop.
Her lips twitched.
"Y-yeah?"
"I have an appointment with…" Naruto took a quick look at his palm, where he had written the name. "A Mr. Orochimaru?"
The girl smiled and stood.
"Follow me."
Naruto did as was told, following the pretty girl down the hall.
There were a few cubicles, alongside an elevator.
"By the way, I'm Hinata Hyuuga."
Naruto had been too busy looking around.
"I'm Naruto Uzumaki. Nice to meet you."
Hinata stopped walking, turning around abruptly.
"Ditto. Well, Mr. Orochimaru is in that office right over there." She pointed.

Cue the evil music and thunder.

The door itself gave Naruto bad vibes.
He shook it off and knocked confidently.
"Yes? Who is it? Can't you see I'm busy?!"

I wouldn't know, I don't have x-ray vision. I don't think I want to know…

"Er.. It's Naruto Uzumaki?"
The door swung open.
"Naruto! Naruto my dear boy, come in."

Orochimaru gave way, giving Naruto space to enter.
Naruto sat in a chair in front of the desk, while Orochimaru took a seat behind it.
"I heard you called me. So what is it? Do I get the job, or what?"
"Well, after much reviewing of your portfolio and resume; I would have to say you have sufficient skill for the job."
"Right. Be clearer. I had important things to do today. Still do. Just answer my question."
Naruto stated, getting impatient.
Orochimaru tittered. "Feisty. I like that. It's the exact attitude you'll need to make it around here."
Orochimaru licked his lips.
Naruto shuddered.
"But yes, you do get the job. And you start right now."

Sasuke entered the studio, not really in the mood for work.
His fatigue was obvious; the clothes he wore supporting the theory.
Hinata continued to file her nails, not really paying mind to Sasuke at all.
"Well, Hello. Seems we were a little too lazy this morning?" Hinata said softly.
"Hn."
She looked up at him.
"Seriously Sasuke, how do you just show up in your pajamas? Orochimaru would flip if he saw you."
Sasuke took another sip of his coffee. "Hn."
"They're waiting for you. Orochimaru wants you to try out the new photographer."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
Hinata challenged his gesture with a smirk. "He's a real cutie you know. You should hurry."

Sasuke shrugged and walked through the doorway, pressing the button for the elevator.
"It'd be nice if you seemed at least semi-enthusiastic, Sasuke."
Sasuke looked over at his partner-in-crime, Temari SabakuNo.
"Hn."
"In that mood again Sasuke? Is it because of Itachi?"
Sasuke took another sip of his coffee. "Yeah. I'm getting really tired of his shit."

The elevator doors opened; Temari and Sasuke stepping inside.
She pressed the third button, while Sasuke pressed the fourth.
"Honestly I have no idea how you put up with it. If one of my brothers made me go through all the things he makes you go through, I'd kill him."

Sasuke nodded. "To be honest with you Temari, there's never a passing moment where that thought doesn't run through my head."
The elevator doors opened yet again, Temari stepping out this time.
"Hang in there. Meet me for lunch? My treat?"
Sasuke nodded; the doors closing again.

After a few seconds, Sasuke was walking out of the elevator; looking around the loft.
"There you are Sasuke!"
Sasuke threw his coffee into a bin.
"You're late again." Orochimaru said slyly.
Sasuke shrugged. "I woke up late."
"That's no excuse and you know it. Your classes aren't in the morning, so you should put in an effort to get here earlier."
"Fine. I'll put in an 'effort'." Sasuke replied.
He was beginning to loathe his job with each passing day.
Not only because of the hours; but because of his boss.
The way he looked at him. The way he touched him.

Orochimaru put his hand on Sasuke's head.
Sasuke backed away from his touch.
Orochimaru grinned.
"Good boy. Now, go and get dressed. You wouldn't want to disappoint me… would you?"
Sasuke glared at Orochimaru.
He bit down on his tongue.

Easy. Take it slow.

Orochimaru licked his lips suggestively.

Bastard.

Sasuke turned on his heel, walking into the dressing room.
"Sasuke!"
Sasuke looked over his shoulder.
His make-up artist Anko sat in a chair eating a lightly frosted doughnut.
"Late again, I see."
Sasuke grunted.
"I'm really not in the mood."
"That's peachy keen… Guess what? I don't care. Your outfit is behind the door. Come sit when you're done."

Sasuke sat on a little stool, staring at the outfit.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror; his gaze drifting back to the clothes on the hook.
Sasuke exhaled.
He began to strip off his clothes, folding them neatly and tucking them into a cabinet.

A Kimono?

He slipped into the delicate fabric, careful not to dirty it.
When he was done; he sat before a wide mirror, positioned in front of Anko.
She did his make-up softly.
Anko tended to Sasuke's skin as if it were silk itself.
His make up was an electric blue, matching the Kimono's theme.
She brushed his hair down, slipping a Japanese ornament into it.

"All done. And might I say Sasuke, you look beautiful."

Sasuke looked in the mirror.
"Thanks."
He got up from the chair, letting Anko get back to her breakfast.

Beauty? I'm not beautiful. Beneath my appearance, I chip and crack.

"Are we done Sasuke?" Orochimaru asked from behind him.
Sasuke looked at him through the mirror before nodding.
He followed Orochimaru towards the set.
The setting itself was an incomplete project, cushions and pillows on the floor; Sakura blossoms lay across them.
But Sasuke could make anything work.
He could take a photo in front of a dumpster and it would still look good.

A certain photographer stood there, assembling his camera.
Sasuke walked over, ogling him from a-far.
He hadn't even seen his face yet.
Sasuke just saw him from the back.

Hinata was right. He is cute. Tight ass.

"Sasuke, lay down on the cushions."
Sasuke did as he was told, arranging himself over the pillows.
Naruto looked up from his ready camera.
His eyes widened when he realized exactly who he was going to be taking pictures of.
"Y-you're… Sasuke Uchiha?!"

Sasuke smirked. "So, I'm known."
"Known? Your face is plastered all over the city!"
"Really? I haven't taken notice." Sasuke said dryly.

Sasuke was a stunning sight to see.
The make-up brought out his best features; the Kimono complementing his pale skin.
If anything, Sasuke had a high resemblance to a girl at that moment.

"I haven't got all day." Sasuke said to Orochimaru.
"Hmm. Well, let's begin then shall we?"
Orochimaru leaned over Sasuke, moving his arms and legs to the pose desired.
"There. This picture is going to sell."
Sasuke's expression was curious, a denied innocence being sold to millions.

Naruto snapped the picture, taking more each time Sasuke shifted.
Sasuke let the kimono slide off of his arm slightly, revealing porcelain looking skin.
Naruto blushed lightly, focusing his gaze elsewhere.

A few pictures later, Naruto was spent.
He handed the roll of film to one of his assistants.
Sasuke stood, walking over to Naruto.
"I've seen you around before."
Naruto snuck the camera into his bag before responding.
"Don't know where it could have been. I think this is the first time I'm really seeing you. In person that is."
"You go to Doe University… don't you?"
Naruto put his jacket on, grabbing his bag.
"Yeah, I do. What's it to you?"
"I attend classes there. I live in the dorms."

Naruto dropped his bag.
"I haven't seen you around, then."
"No, you just haven't noticed me. But I do go there. I just have a different schedule."
"Well, that's all fine and dandy but I have places to go; people to see. Later."
"Wait a minute. What's your name again?"
Naruto looked over his shoulder. "It's Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki."
Naruto slung his bag over his shoulder stepping into the elevator.
Sasuke stepped in too, the doors closing behind him.

Sasuke inched closer to Naruto, intent on his lips.
Naruto raised an eyebrow.
"What are you looking at?"
Sasuke pressed the emergency stop button.
"H-hey man! What are you doing?"
Sasuke fisted into Naruto's blonde hair, kissing him softly.
Naruto's eyes widened.
He was in too much of a shock to push him away.
Sasuke broke off the kiss, but not before running his tongue over his bottom lip lightly.
He had pressed the second button.

The elevator stopped on the second floor, the doors opening; and Sasuke stepping out.
"Naruto… I'll have to remember that."
Naruto just stood there, blushing.
But on the inside, he was fuming.
Sasuke smirked.
The doors closed, leaving a stunned Naruto to himself.