What happens when you start bribing authors with virtual double chocolate cookies? They go to the supermarket after classes to buy real ones, and update on the following day. Yuzumi-chan has wicked techniques to make you cough up a chapter, I tell you. But she did review, so that has to be a sign that reviewing is a good thing...

Okay, back to the subject at hand. Angst starts in this chapter (a little), AND if there are some vocabulary misuses (I'm really not sure about what I'm putting down (for the picture-taking-related terms, mind you, the rest's fine), though I wrote what didn't make my eyes or ears bleed) please tell me, I'll fix it as soon as I get the message. Seriously, people, I haven't been to the United States in almost five years, and there are some words I don't remember. Help me.

Disclaimer: Like I said before, I'm really not happy with Kishimoto's current work. So no, I definitely don't want to own the true Naruto.

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Why had I called Sai Sasuke's twin? Because there was one noticeable difference between the two of them; Sasuke's lips were much softer. More gentle, too. I remained still as they pressed against my throat, but this time it wasn't only from shock.

When the teme finally pulled back, I was slightly annoyed to see he wasn't flushing at all. I, on the other hand, was beet red.

"Just so you know," he spoke before I could open my mouth, "we'll be doing this often. Don't let it get to your head." With that he stepped away, and his words made their way to my brain.

"You mean...we're going to kiss each other?" I finally squeaked. He nodded. "On the mouth?"

This time, and to my relief, Sasuke shook his head. "Hatake's a pervert, but he's not that twisted." He turned around. "Get dressed," the teme ordered. "We still need to eat."

I stared at him. "But it's not even six!"

"I'm eating now," he replied with a shrug. "If you want to eat later, it's your business."

I groaned and got to my feet, hastily pulling some clothes on.

Thankfully, once we got down to the hotel's restaurant, the teme bought me three bowls of ramen, and let me have anything else I wanted, waiting patiently until I was finished. Puzzled, I figured my little panic attack must have worried him.

We returned upstairs wordlessly, and after biding the teme goodnight, I got ready for bed. Damn, all the boxers were made of silk! What was this place, anyways? Sighing, I grabbed a pair and put it on, sighing as the soft fabric brushed against my skin. Too bad I was afraid of ripping them. There was nothing else.

Just as I adjusted the waistband above my hips, the connecting door opened, and Sasuke entered, still fully dressed. For a few seconds, we stared at each other. Then my curiosity took over. "What?"

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"Why d'you barge in on me? I could have been naked." And almost had been.

"Lock the door, dobe."

"Shut up! You better not be here to tell me there's some stupid rule saying we have to sleep together or anything-"

"Idiot." His voice stayed perfectly dry as he rolled his eyes. There was another stretching of silence, which this time I decided not to break.

"So you're not going to Sai's tonight."

My eyes widened spectacularly. "So that's what you were bothered about?" I laughed.

"He's expecting you."

"He can expect me all he wants," I shot back. "I'm a guy, teme. And even if I was gay I wouldn't date him."

Sasuke smirked. "I don't want to know why."

"Teme! If you came here just to annoy me, you can leave!"

Shrugging, he stepped back, pulling the door behind him. Silent, I glared at the knob. What a sourpuss. He hadn't even closed it completely. Sighing, I sat on my bed, and flipped the television on. The bastard had an obsessive compulsive disorder anyways. He'd close it eventually.

Three quarters of an hour later I shut the TV off, feeling cheated. There were no less than three hundred channels to pick from and none of them bothered to put something worth watching. Sighing, I tucked myself under the covers, and turned the lights off. Sasuke's room was already dark, and I suspected him to be asleep. After all, I could afford to sleep until noon. He couldn't.

* * *

The screaming started less than one hour after I had fallen asleep. And thank god the connecting door had been opened, else I never would've heard it.

Swearing, I jumped out of my bed, and rushed over to the other room. Sasuke was thrashing frantically when I reached him, and it took me several minutes to wake him up.

"Teme," I growled, "it's me. Wake up, dammit, no one else is here but me!" I turned one of the table lamps on, and the light seemed to work. Sasuke was even paler than usual, sweaty and shaking, but he was awake. Disgustedly he pushed the covers back and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.

When he returned, I had pulled one of the armchairs near the bed, as well as my own covers and pillows.

"What are you doing?" His voice betrayed his self-disgust, and he gave me a angry glare.

"Watching you."

"Dobe, I don' t need babysitting-"

I gave him a stern look. "You remember the last time I didn't wake you? You threw up the entire morning, and you barely ate for two days. I know one nightmare means they'll be plaguing you the entire night, teme."

"You need to sleep," he snapped.

"I'll catch up in the morning. You can't. So quit complaining and get back in bed." He looked as furious as always. Furious at his his weakness. Furious he needed me to watch over him. But I knew his nightmares were enough to make him shove his ego away. Watching you parents getting tortured and killed repeatedly is enough to make anybody sick.

Sasuke woke four additional times. Every time he shook with not only horror but also rage and self-loathing. Every time I'd force him back to bed, convincing him his emotions were pointlessly keeping him awake when he needed to sleep.

* * *

I woke in the teme's bed, and alone. Thankfully, Sasuke had remembered my tendency to panic, and had left a note telling where he was and how to get there.

I found him soon enough. The studio complex was huge; an add-up of decors of all kinds, or whatever you called the three-sided rooms filled with models of all sorts. The fourth side was of course filled with cameras whose flashes were painful to endure after a while. All the models here were males, posing alone or in groups, in either elaborate settings such as bedrooms, kitchens, living rooms and miniature libraries, or more simple, uniform backgrounds.

The whole place was like a hive; models shrugged in and out of clothes with a speed I envied -although they had help- , flashes came from every direction, and more generally, everyone, everything moved. On the other hand, the place was amazingly quiet. The place didn't echo, and it looked like some kind of sound barrier separated each of the groups.

I found Sasuke getting shot for men's perfume. I grinned as soon as I realized; that is, until I got a correct view of the teme. He stood in front of a dark blue background -not black, since it was the only color he wore- so that despite the flashes, his figure would remain shadowed.

"Tuck your head a wee bit more-perfect!" Flashflashflashflashflash. A blond woman leaned down as she examined the shots. "You're great, kid! I'm glad we get to see you tomorrow as well, thanks for the work!"

Sasuke nodded, and began removing his clothes as I walked over. Seeing me, he smirked. "You should have gotten more sleep," he informed me. "There's very little difference between a zombie's face and the way you look."

"Glad to see you don't look as tired," I shot back. "Kakashi said I should come watch you."

"Hn." He pulled his normal clothes back on, and didn't bother to answer.

"Don't they have dressing rooms in here?" I asked.

Sasuke shook his head. "If we had to lock ourselves up every time we changed, it'd be endless. They have panels, if you want."

"You're not using them," I remarked.

He sighed. "It's only a matter of time before we both show up in boxers inside magazines everyone can buy," he pointed out. "And I've already been shot in both swimsuits and boxers. You could say modesty doesn't have its place here."

Nodding dumbly, I followed him to his next group, which this time focused solely on clothing.

I watched as Sasuke tried what seemed like a hundred different articles of clothing, pose and act like the flashes didn't bother him at all. Photographers, I soon discovered, adored him. And suddenly I could understand why they did, and why the female half of our school treated the teme like a living god.

Sasuke Uchiha knew his business. Each time he got in front of the cameras, his eyelids would lower, his lips part slightly, or on the contrary tighten, and his body would adopt the corresponding stance; relaxed, nostalgic, dreamy, or dubious, angry even -he'd been posing for an anti-violence ad- , each time meeting his demands perfectly.

I watched in awe, amazed the teme was actually capable of showing something else than scorn, and all the while wondering how I'd ever manage to look this natural. So it didn't come as a surprise to either of us that I was stressed to an extent no one wanted to imagine when we left to eat lunch, my nervousness only increasing when we headed back to the studio.

A welcoming committee -composed solely of models- awaited us. I counted eighteen of them, Sai included, who all looked like they'd walked out of some Hollywood movie. I thanked God this was the only place so many guys like that could group up; if they all started going to the same school, the regular guys wouldn't stand a single chance. Wait, what was I saying? These were all adults. Young adults, perhaps, but Sasuke and I were clearly the youngest of the group, and in any case, judging from the way some held each other, I doubted they were interested in girls. Despite my nervousness, I smiled.

"So this is the famous Uchiha," one of them said. And suddenly, all the eyes were drawn to the teme. The guy who had spoken extended his hand. "Suigetsu," he introduced himself. "Feel free to pose with me whenever you like."

His proposal was echoed by several other guys, and suddenly I snapped.

"Back off," I growled menacingly, stepping in front of Sasuke. His previous remarks flashed through my head. "He's straight, and he's with me." Behind me, I heard the teme sigh. What now?

"With you?" Suigetsu repeated. "As in..."

"As in we're posing together," Sasuke finally cut. "And I don't recall anyone saying we were payed to flirt. Now move."

Five minutes later, we arrived in my personal definition of Hell. The cameras were already set up, as was the setting, which looked like some kind of bar. Strangely, people that awaited us weren't only part of the shooting crew.

"Uchiha, Uzumaki, over here!" Kakashi waved us over from his post, and I felt my heartbeat accelerate.

"Relax, dobe," Sasuke whispered. "It'll be fine."

I said nothing as we approached our manager, who once again had managed to cover three quarters of his face.

"I figured you might want to start slowly," he said as we sat down. "Today we're working for a non-profit organization who wants to fight against homophobia."

"I suppose we'll be the targets," Sasuke supplied.

Kakashi nodded. "I believe that since you're good-looking, the ladies at least might be more forgiving." He gave us an invisible grin.

"So, uh..." I flushed slightly as they both turned towards me. "What are we going to do?"

"Well, first off, we need to create your alter ego."

"My-what?"

"Alter ego. We're going to create an 'onstage' personality so you'll slip into your role more easily."

Something clicked inside my head. "You mean like in a play?"

The man nodded emphatically. "Exactly like. Except I'm even nicer; you get to choose your character's name."

My mind suddenly felt clear. An act. All I had to do was act.

"He's been in the theater club," the teme explained to Kakashi as I leaned back, relieved. "I hadn't thought about that."

"I'm starting to think we were more than lucky the day he stepped into my office," Kakashi said cheerfully. "So, for the name?"

The teme's lips moved up as he spoke. "Kit," he told our manager.

"Because of the whiskers? Suits me. Naruto?"

I blinked, and nodded under Sasuke's forceful glare. "Doesn't he get a nickname too?"

"I'm used to this, dobe. I don't need-"

"Yes, but Naruto might." Kakashi paused, thoughtful. "What about Raven? There's this French poem from La Fontaine called The Raven and the Fox, about-"

"I'm fine with Raven," I interrupted quickly. "So what's my role?"

Kakashi gave me a puzzled look. "Your role," he then repeated, blinking out of his haze. "Technically, from what I saw yesterday, you're both going to get two separate sets. We'll keep the same names, since I'm lazy, so you'll have to create an inner 'division' of your character."

Sasuke rolled his eyes.

Seemingly oblivious, our manager continued, turning to me. "So the easiest for you to play, I believe, is the 'shy' Kit; you'll be very sensitive to people's thoughts, the look they give you, how they speak to you. The matching Raven's personality will be the dominant, as indecently arrogant as possible side of our Uchiha -you shouldn't have too much trouble with it," he added to the teme, "who will never miss an opportunity to pull his act to the limits of decency." I looked down, flushing, and he nodded appreciatively. "That's the face you're going to be making most of the time for this Kit. Blush included of course."

My cheeks reddened even more, and I let Kakashi continue.

"I believe you'll like the second one better once you get used to this. Adjectives to describe you this time are bold, unrestrained, fearless and cheerful. This Kit will fight Heaven and Hell twice if these two places want to try and separate him from his lover, boyfriend, or whatever my imagination comes up with. You'll be leading a much quieter Raven through each of your schemes, teasing him all you want, since you know he won't mind. Too much. Only rule he'll want you to be careful with -the same one your shy version will ask of the dominant Raven- is not to do too much in public. Of course you'll play with the limits."

I allowed a soft smile to form upon my face. That sounded like something even I could do. If I had been gay and in love with the teme, of course. Nodding to my manager, I prepared myself to hear my first role.

"Right," Kakashi sighed. "You can both slip into character, and I'll explain. Kit, you've been going out with Raven here" -he poked Sasuke- "for a year now. You're perfectly comfortable with your homosexuality and you don't give a damn about who knows; this behavior already got you into several fights, but you don't let it get you down. Today Rave decided he wanted to eat with you, and since you never miss an occasion to publicly show you love him, you deem this as a good opportunity to do so. However, you know that Raven doesn't like being the center of attention, so you opt for something discreet."

"Discreet?" I repeated, confused.

"Which doesn't draw too much attention," Sasuke supplied.

"Exactly. So while you're waiting in line, you grab his hand, and lean against his shoulder. You can develop on it if you want, or let Sasuke take the lead. Make sure we can see your hands though."

I went over the 'script' as we moved into place. Kakashi showed us where we needed to stand, with what angle and all the small details viewers wouldn't know about but were still important. Kit...Sasuke had done this on purpose. That way Sai's kiss could be considered the same way I'd later see this; an act.

The other models -members of the bar- installed themselves and I mentally shook myself. I had rarely acted on such a short notice, and I needed to focus on...Kit. Kit wasn't scared. Right now, I was him. And I wasn't scared either. My Naruto mind made a complete shutdown as I slipped into character. Raven was the dearest person to me. And I didn't give a damn about people's opinion on the matter.

"Let's go." Sasuke's -no Raven's- voice was soft, and we stepped into the scenery. I smiled brightly. It wasn't often that Raven offered me to eat lunch together.

Quickly I inspected the clients; none of them were looking at us, probably assuming we were just friends. Eyes barely lifted as we passed, unbothered by the sight of two young men walking next to one another. Friends, they thought. I could see it. Well, they shouldn't get the wrong idea, should they? With a small grin, I let my hand slide down Raven's arm. I knew he wouldn't want me to kiss him in such a public place. But he didn't mind this small gesture. Small, yet significant to anyone who saw it; and I made sure they did. Satisfied, I leaned against my boyfriend's shoulder, and-

Flashflashflashflash.

I brought both hands to my face, my Naruto self rebooting as soon as I broke contact with Sasuke. "My eyes dammit! There's a reason you can't take pictures during a play!"

"This isn't a play, dobe." Well, Sasuke was back to his usual annoying self; his eyes narrowed in my direction, and he remained completely ignorant of Kakashi's comments. I, on the other hand, was always open to praise.

"-acting like you've done this your entire life" -sadly the beginning had been covered by a certain teme- "and never knew anything else! You're brilliant! For a moment there I even believed you!"

Sasuke, however, had another way of seeing things. "Do you have a split personality disorder?" he asked while Kakashi inspected the shots.

I blinked. "Aren't those people supposed not to remember what happened?"

He gave me a suspicious look. "You weren't there anymore."

"Of course not," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I'd have ruined it. Kit is gay, I'm not. Kit is in love with you-"

"And you aren't," he finished. "Which supports my theory."

"Well, in that case you can add all my previous characters into the mix." I frowned at him. "It's just an act, teme."

"Hn." He turned and walked away, leaving me more confuses than I previously was.

"Back on stage everyone!" Kakashi suddenly bellowed. I turned around to what had been previously been the bar, and what now was the likeliest version of a dark alley. How things had changed so fast I wasn't sure of. "Kit, get over here so you can hear your new role!"

I sighed. That guy was way too cheerful for my mental stability. It was a mystery as to how the teme managed to stand it.

We finished six hours later. Oh, no, don't think a single group of photographers held us so long. There were four more of them. One American, one Canadian, one French, and one Russian. Thankfully, everyone spoke English. Kakashi stayed with us through the entire afternoon, leaving only once everything was over. Exhausted, I had followed the teme back to my room, falling asleep on my bed as soon as I fell upon it, omitting, for once, that I hadn't eaten.

* * *

I woke just in time to hear the teme's first groans. He was already shaking when I reached him, and jerked when I grabbed his arms. His hands snatched my wrists instantly, and I yelped as he forced me to release him.

"Teme, let go!" I cried, fighting the tight clutch of his grip. Somehow, he heard me, and loosened his hold, his hands falling back against the mattress, limp. His body relaxed, and I sighed, leaning over him to readjust the covers.

"Ow!" I brought a hand to my head, eyes watering. Sasuke had brutally straightened, his forehead slamming into mine. "Dammit, teme!"

"Naruto?" He sounded confused. "Where are you?"

"In front of you, bastard," I grumbled.

"I can't see anything." He wasn't awake. Conscious, he'd never have sounded so frightened. My eyes had adapted to the dim light, and could see his were wide open. And yet he was blind.

"Here." I caught his hand, squeezing it to show him I was really there. "You're just having a nightmare, teme."

He nodded, and I felt his fingers slide in between mine, which in turn caused me to flush. "Teme what-" But before I finished, me fell back on the pillows, breathing normally once more.

He did not wake up again. He did wake me up, though, on four occasions; his shaking had been enough to pull me out of my uncomfortable slumber, I only had to squeeze his fingers slightly to make him relax again.

* * *

This soon became a routine. Around one I would wake up just before he started his nightmares, and hold his hand throughout the night. I'd fall asleep around dawn, and remain oblivious to his alarm. He'd install me on his bed and leave for his morning work. I'd wake no later than noon, and undergo an entire excursion in order to find him in the enormous complex. After that, we'd eat, and work.

The first week was soft; there was no removal of clothing (the pictures were destined to the general public), despite some kissing -mostly fake- on the neck and such.

It was mostly hugging; Kakashi had finally revealed his perverted nature, and made us take poses I hadn't imagined being capable of performing.

"Okay, Kit, this time you can pull the shy play; Rave, I want your hand down on his hip, and giving us the 'he's mine you can't have him' glare you're so fond of. Kit, if you could just hold on to his arm -yeah, just like that- , as if you wanted him to stop scaring people off, and...fire!"

I kept myself from blinking as I focused upon playing my supposedly embarrassed role. Raven held me tightly from behind, with his left arm beneath mine, crossing my chest to hook on my opposite shoulder. His right one trapped my other arm, hand gripping my hip as our manager had demanded. Two of his fingers had vanished beneath my shirt, supposedly teasing. So I acted teased, and shy.

The flashes went off again as we continued our performance; Raven lifted the hem of my shirt ever so slightly as he leaned down to brush his lips against my skin-

"Stop." Kakashi sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Stop everything. Sasuke, you're making that face again. Is there a problem with that particular side of his neck?"

The teme said nothing, and unwrapped his arms from around my waist, shrugging the question away. I remained silent, trying to keep my hand away from the offending piece of flesh. The same one Sai had kissed. Why did the teme suddenly start to mind?

Over the last few days, my two Kit personalities had gotten clearer through the acts Kakashi made us play. Kit loved Raven more than anything else. Even his shy version would not hesitate to throw himself against anyone who wished to harm his other half. The dom-Raven was the most possessive arrogant bastard I had ever seen. The teme played his role perfectly -in Kakashi's opinion- and most of the time my reactions -either embarrassment or a need to calm him down- weren't really an act. In any case, I had gotten used to my two roles.

"Sir?" I asked Kakashi. "Could I speak to him in private?"

The pervert shrugged. "Try to be quick about it. I don't like being late on schedule."

Ha. Like he wasn't late on half of our shootings. Mentally snorting, I grabbed Sasuke and led him far from eyes and ears.

"What is wrong with you?" I growled once we were securely locked inside the closest bathroom.

He glared at the door and didn't answer.

I pulled his head back towards me, rubbing his cheek to warn him I was slipping into character. I had discovered he was more willing to talk when acting, since everything he said were his character's words.

"Rave," I asked softly. "What's wrong?" I placed a perfectly convincing look of worry upon my face. Sighing, he closed his eyes. This was his own warning. After that, cameras could roll.

Raven's face was dark, and he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pulled me against his chest, clutching my shoulder blades in a desperate manner. Kit -I- held him back, rubbing my hands against his lower back in a way I hoped was soothing. For a while we both remained silent, as I tried to relax the taller figure.

"Tell me what's wrong," I finally said. "It's Sai, isn't it?"

He tensed, and his answer came out as a muffled growl. "He kissed you," he finally admitted. "He kissed you and I let him do it." I stiffened, and his grip tightened. "Kit," he forced out. "Stay. Please."

He never said please. Not to me, not to Naruto. Suddenly I felt sick. Easing myself out of his grip, I went to the sink, aware that he watched me with a intent gaze.

"I'm not leaving just yet," I mumbled. There was a sponge on the side of the sink. Probably there to remove tenacious makeup. I grabbed it, and passed it under cold water. My collar had already been loosened purposedly for the shooting; I had no problem gaining access to my skin, and began rubbing the side of my neck, staring into emptiness.

I hadn't spoken to Sai since our first encounter, though I had seen him on several occasions. He greeted me normally, never mentioning our strange first day. And despite this Sasuke -Raven- stiffened every time he approached me, frowned if his lips ever got too close to the area of skin I presently was trying to remove from my neck.

"Kit. Stop it." I guessed my throat was reddening, from the tone Raven used. Ignoring the order, I stepped away from him as he approached. I needed to get it off. I needed to get it all off.

"Stop,"Raven growled, more forcefully this time. I could hardly hear him. All that mattered was that to him I was soiled, dirty from that kiss and disgusting to his eyes.

"Dammit, Naruto, this isn't funny!"

I winced as he slammed me against the wall, and looked up to him. He needed to see I wasn't acting. "I can't get it off, teme," I told him angrily. "What happened happened and there's nothing I can do to change that."

He stared at me for several seconds, his breathing slightly increased due to his sudden panic.

"Slip into character," he finally ordered. "Just...just for a moment."

I gave the teme a confused look, but he closed his eyes. Sighing, I called Kit back and gripped his hand softly. Self-disgust and shame washed over me, and I hung my head.

"Kit..."Gentle fingers pulled my chin up, and I stared into obsidian eyes, realizing all of a sudden it wasn't something I did often. At least, not while they were this soft. "This is for us. They can shoot the rest if they want." He leaned forward, and before I could think of, well, anything, his lips pressed softly against mine.

It wasn't a deep kiss. The whole thing lasted barely long enough for my brain to catch up with the situation. Raven remained extremely gentle, aware that as soon as my mind got too worked up I would switch back to Naruto.

"Kit," he spoke, and it was enough to keep me in place for seconds more.

"Yeah?"

"This is for us," he repeated. "I won't envy Sai now. You can leave." He let go of my chin, and stepped away from me. I blinked a few times, trying to get my thoughts in order, but his voice caught my attention. "Hatake's going to murder you," Sasuke remarked with his usual smirk. "Your neck is a mess."

I shrugged, glad he was normal again. "We can do side pictures," I told him. "The gripping thing you did right after the first time we switched. Think you can do it again?"

He stayed thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. "Everything except the last part."

I forced myself to grin. "That's fine. It was for them, anyways. Or so he said." The teme knew who I was talking about. Shrugging, he followed me back to the cast.

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