Sasuke honestly could not even remember the plane trip to Tokyo. He must have gotten on and then off the plane, however, if the memories and the fact he was in the huge capital of Japan were anything to go by. He vaguely recalled the sweaty stench of the large man beside him and the bad movie playing for "entertainment." He was just too nervous to remember much else. He took a deep breath and continued down the current street he was following...

After consulting the scrawled address on a card for the umpteenth time, Sasuke deemed himself only a little closer to his destination. All he knew was that Uzumaki Naruto resided in a large house on the edge of the city, supposedly to "get away from city stresses." He sighed. The size of Tokyo made him a bit uncomfortable, but it was not all that overwhelming. After all, it was more like he was finally home after living somewhere else for a long time. The Uchiha family was Japanese, of course, but they had moved to America for reasons not disclosed to the three-year-old Sasuke. His older brother, Itachi, had kept him entertained during his grade school years by teaching him all he knew of Japanese and telling him stories about their homeland. The family's origins were really the reason Sasuke worked in a Japanese-dominated agency building—his father would not have it any other way.

He distracted himself from his mild frustration caused by the capital by wondering about Uzumaki Naruto. What would he be like? Would he be kind, annoying, genteel…as irritating as this godforsaken city? He could not help the last thought as he once again realised he had been going in the exact opposite direction from where his client's mansion was supposed to be. No, no, he was not going to get stressed by this assignment, even if it seemed near impossible for him to even find his client in the first place…. In his mind, Sasuke, already expected the man to be handsome, charismatic, and a great singer with the body of an Olympian god. (What kind of agent would he be to a client if he did not watch a little television now and again?) However, all those traits could only carry a person so far in this business if they did not have a genuine personality to back it all up. (…Where was this man's fucking house?) He hoped Naruto surpassed all of his expectations.

He was so lost in his musings that he did not notice the approaching redhead until they bumped into each other.

"Sorry," he murmured, still rather captivated by his Dream-Hope Naruto, "I'm just trying to find my way around the city." The redhead continued to glare at him and Sasuke, as he struggled back to reality, could not help but think he was deciding on whether or not to maim the raven.

"Whatever," the other finally half-sighed, "just make sure it does not happen again."

Sasuke bristled. "Excuse me? At least I said—"

The redhead's eyes seemed to pierce through Sasuke's soul and rip it to shreds. "I really could care less about your apologies. They mean nothing to me." Before the raven could retort, the other brushed past him. He walked away without another word, leaving Sasuke steaming and hoping he never saw that man again.

Poor Sasuke was too busy with angry thoughts to see the wall coming.

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Naruto was not upset. He was absolutely fucking furious. When he had pictured what his new manager would be like, Uchiha Sasuke was the fan that blew away all of Naruto's worries (in short, everything that his previous manager, Kiba, was not). Now he was just the fan that fed the flames of Naruto's anger.

"I can't believe this!" He cried out and the staff around him flinched at the sudden outburst. If he got any angrier, someone was liable to get fired on the spot. "How can this guy be my manager if he can't even show any professionalism? I mean, Kami! He's already late on his FIRST DAY!"

No one in his remaining staff (those lucky enough to not be looking for new jobs yet) wanted to be the one to break his or her streak by correcting him: the new manager actually had the better part of half an hour before he could even begin to be considered "late." They all kept this to a low "gossiping" roar, though, seeing as Naruto was already so disagreeable. Suddenly, the front door of his large home burst open and a dark blur raced through. It had a brief discussion with Naruto's staff before making a beeline for the blond himself.

"I apologize completely for my lateness, Uzumaki-san," the not-so-much-of-a-blur-now said, bowing deeply. "It was rather hard to find this place."

Naruto sneered, fully prepared to tear this guy apart and then fire his ass. However, after "this guy" straightened and the blond got a clear look at his face, he found the man too pretty to form even a coherent sentence in his own head. He could think of something else that was har—no, pay attention! Yet, he found that advice increasingly difficult to follow as the raven's rant (something about "malicious walls and redheads"?) continued. The man before Naruto had beautiful dark eyes and hair that perfectly accented his ethereal face, pale skin that begged for Naruto to kiss and suck it to mark it as his property, and a crisp, professional appearance. The man's dark eyes were subtly guarded and Naruto gladly took it as a challenge. He would find out why these eyes felt vaguely threatened and would help the raven to trust him. After all, their relationship has to have trust in it in order for it to be intimate, correct?

"…Have you been listening, Uzumaki-san?"

Naruto blinked and looked at the other male in a new ("professionally plationic") light. He held out a hand for Sasuke to shake. "I'm sorry, you must be my new agent—Uchiha Sasuke, correct? It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Although Sasuke shook the offered hand slowly, he could not help the way his eyes lit up. Naruto did not seem as bad as everyone said so far. Perhaps it was all just exaggerated propag—

"Hello? Sasuke-kun just got off a plane! Can we get him a chair and some sake to quench his exhaustion and thrist?" Immediately, multiple people on Naruto's payroll hurried around their boss's house, trying to gather his requests. Meanwhile, Naruto gave his agent a charming smile even as he rolled his eyes. "Some people just aren't useful, are they, Sasuke-kun?" Sasuke returned the grin, albeit uncomfortably as one staff member came up behind him. A tap on the shoulder and a turn revealed the chair Naruto had "asked" for.

"Oh, that isn't—"

"Please Sasuke-kun, sit." Naruto flashed the grin once more, but this time it was more aggressive and less charming. Sasuke felt compelled to sit. As soon as his body was in the seat, his hand was holding a cup of sake and a bowed head at Sasuke's side let him know yet another staff member did as Naruto had instructed. He took a timid sip and blanched at the taste as Naruto told him something about the splendid things in his house and how they came to be there. Even coming from a Japanese family, Sasuke had never tried sake since his father hated Americans' recreations of any foreign thing. And besides that, he had never really been fond of alcohol and this traditional drink burned down his throat with its strange taste. However, he somehow knew Naruto would not allow for him to refuse the drink.

"And this rug is from…is something wrong, Sasuke-kun?"

Sasuke immediately came back to the conversation and smiled. He did not want to lose this assignment. "Not at all, Uzumaki-san, why do you ask?"

Naruto's jaw went slack for a moment at the brilliant smile he was presented with. He shook off the lust, though, in favour of responding. "You can call me Naruto, Sasuke-kun. It's not per Japanese tradition, but we'll soon be getting to know each other extremely well, don't you think?" He grinned then and Sasuke wondered what kind of wolf lay beneath all that charm.

A/N: This chapter is a poor excuse of an update. However, I'm hoping that you guys enjoy this "snack" of a chapter and bear with me until I get enough inspiration for a longer next chapter. Until then, have great days! XD Also, please forgive any mistakes you might see. I proofread this, but it might not have been enough...

Your ever-needing-of-a-writing-muse author,

~theflawintheplan