Aurthor's Note: To Nekokiki; Thank you for the sweet review! This is much different than any of my others, then again I always get these random idea's off the top of my head! Arigatou! Also, I just wanted to say no one is perfect. Love yourself for who you are and don't care what other's think of you, your not really living if you spend your whole life caring what others think about you.

So everyone do yourself a favor, live for yourself.

ALSO ALSO, Does anyone want the next chapter to be from Naruto's side instead of Sasuke's? I can change it around throughout the fic, that would work..

"No Naruto!" Sasuke snapped for the fifth time that day. "Put your arms up and hold on to the hair in the back like this, gently."

Sasuke let his camera slip from his grasp and ignored it when it harshly slammed against his chest bone. He threw his arms up and grasped the back of his head with his hands gently, his back arching in the lazy yet relaxed position.

They had been doing this shoot for two hours now and so far he'd had to explain the different poses to Naruto five times all the while not getting too cocky. He had listened to the blonde yell at him, watched him glare at him, walk away from the set, and yell at his assistance.

He was so, so very close to kicking this boy out of his studio it wasn't even funny. He had never, not once kicked someone out but the way Naruto was acting was ridicules. He had seen three year olds who didn't get their way act better than this boy.

He listened as Naruto growled once again as he threw his tan arms up in the air. "I just fucking did that you prick!" The blonde screamed, earning the attention of Ino and Karin who were preparing the last outfit for this shoot.

"No you didn't! You had your hands on top of you're head not behind it." The raven responded as calmly as he could.

"Okay you arrogant asshole, if you know so fucking much why don't you just do it!" Naruto bit out harshly, throwing him a nasty look.

"Because you're the fucking model!" Sasuke finally yelled back with a glare of his own. "This is you're job. My job is to take pictures of you while you do your job. So please, stop bitching and just listen to me so we can get through this."

The blonde seemingly ignored him for a few moments, daring him to say another word. After a few more minutes of this intense glare battle Naruto finally sighed, looking away.

"Fine."

"Arigatou," Sasuke nodded and readied his camera once more.

He only needed to take a couple more shots of Naruto in this outfit and a few of him in the next one and all this would be over. He could honestly say, with no guilt, he was ready for this blonde monstrosity to leave.

For someone so young and beautiful you would expect a much better attitude. He vaguely wondered what had made the blonde this way, his mother had always told him to never judge anyone by how they look.

Everyone has a story. No matter if that story is bad or good, that story is what's made the person telling it who they are today. Growing up in a rich home with a brother who taunted his existence and a father who supported him but at the same time wished he would be more like his older brother, verbally told him so on more than one occasion, he had wanted to prove them all wrong, show them he didn't need them.

Still to this day he lives by one rule and one rule alone, don't care what other people think of you, even if it's family. If you care what other's think of you then your just setting yourself up for a life of pain.

He knew what everyone else said, 'it's harder than you think not to care.' and it was. But, if you push through that and get past all the strange looks and hurtful words then you can finally become who you want in life.

However much he hated living at home and living around his brother and father they would always be his family. In order to live his life to the fullest he had to accept their mocking words and daunting stairs, that was life.

That was his life and no one could live his life better than he himself.

Many kids that he has met have always wished to be someone else in some way or another. This profession made you see that clearly. All the models he met, they weren't really there. Sure they were there physical but mentally they weren't.

They spent their days worrying about how they looked, what others thought of their latest photoshoot photo's or what they were going to do to better themselves. Honestly, use Naruto for an example.

Here was this extremely beautiful young boy with eyes that could light up a room, bluer than the bluest skies and deeper than the Atlantic ocean, a tan body with zero blemishes or scars, except for his face, but those whisker like marks were a part of him, without those he wouldn't be him, he was lean. Too lean to be healthy, and that's what this was about.

Just from looking at this young teenage boy you could tell he's had more than his fair share of trouble. It was inhumane to starve yourself just so you could get on the cover of vague magazine, yet here he was.

Sasuke felt sorry for all these poor young people who have to suffer just so they can do what they love, no one deserved that. But that was life.

By the time the photoshoot was finished and Naruto was back into his normal clothes it was nearing lunch time, luck for him since he didn't get to eat breakfast this morning thanks to a certain brother of his.

"Sasuke-same, we're going on our lunch break now." The blonde haired female spoke in a breathless voice. "Sorry to leave you with Uzumaki-san but erm..."

"He's a fucking asshole." Karin, the crimson haired girl snapped quietly as she pulled Ino out of the room, slamming the door.

He sighed for the umpteenth time that day knowing he was going to be with Naruto for a few more minutes. Looking around the room he spotted the said blonde fixing his outfit in the large mirror hanging on the wall by the changing curtain.

"Naruto?" The raven questioned quietly upon seeing the distraught look cross Naruto's features when he looked into the mirror. "Is everything alright?"

Naruto's head snapped up from looking in the mirror to look at the raven with big azure eyes. "Tch. Of course dumbass."

Sasuke gritted his teeth, a wicked noise sounding out into the still room. He needed to finish things up with Naruto before he snapped. He was completely fed up with his childish attitude. No one had the right to disrespect him or the other people who worked in this building like Naruto had been doing all morning.

"I was just making sure you were alright." The raven glared harder at the shorter boy.

"Why wouldn't it be? Now that I get to leave this crusty old place everything is fine." Naruto snorted.

"Look, I don't know what the hell your problem is Naruto but you can stop acting like some prissy bitch or you can just leave! All day you've been nothing but a rude, arrogant, stubborn, whiney, pathetic little bastard! Act your fucking ag-"

Sasuke was cut off by a small hand connecting with his face, a sickening sound crackled through the air like gunshots in the dead of night. He looked at the blonde with wide eyes, his hand coming up to cradle his cheek where he had been violently slapped.

Naruto stood in front of him with his head bowed down, his hand slowly falling back to his side. Shaggy blonde hair feathered over a tan face, hiding him from Sasuke's taller view. His chest was heaving up and down slowly, talking calming deep breaths.

"You don't know me..." Naruto started. "You can't judge me because you don't know me."

He lifted his head so he was looking into Sasuke's shocked eyes, azure meeting onyx. He wasn't sure what he felt besides anger at that moment but there was a twinge deep in his heart, maybe regret.

"You've already been payed, I'm leaving." Naruto walked past the dark haired man, ignoring the eyes as they watched him leave.