Okay! Second chapter up! Hope you all enjoy it. And no, sadly, I don't own Naruto. Or the author. If I did own the author though, you bet things would be different.

Enjoy.

As he stepped out of the room, Sasuke pulled out his cellphone. The two men had only just finished telling him about their troubles. All of them. He was about to strangle the brunette, until the grey hair man intervened, and reminded him that lawyers weren't known to have an unending amount of patience with their clients. After that, their meeting had been dismissed quickly. He was going to see them soon though. Stupid gay men and their marriage problems. (A/N: I have nothing against gay men getting married. On the contrary, if they love each other they want to be together for ever, that's their business.)

He dialled the one number that he had bothered to learn by heart: his brother's. It rang a few times before anyone picked up.

"Hello Sasu-chan. What do you want now?"

"You're in a good mood... We're still looking for a new lawyer for that case with the Akatsuki, yes?"

"Yes... Yes, we are. Why?"

"I think I might have someone over here."

"Oh? Right type?"

"I think so, yes. Cheery and annoying. Seems to work well on clients though."

"Well! Isn't that good?!" Suddenly, realising that Sasuke might actually have found something, he got a lot more serious "Have you talked to his boss yet?"

"No..."

"Well, I suggest that you do so. Go talk to her (it's Tsunade Sanin by the way) and then ask him whether he would... accept a business meeting. Tomorrow. I'll try to free myself for 1 pm."

"Okay." The two brothers parted with no other warning than this consent.

He watched as a blond man quickly lead a red haired one into an elevator. He recognised the blond one instantly: Naruto. The said blond turned around after pressing some button in the elevator, and started to push the people away, telling them that everything was fine, that there had just been a minor accident. He also complained a few times that those in the front of the crowd were crushing his feet.

After a very short amount of time the crowd dispersed, as the center of their interest had truly disappeared to an upper floor.

Sasuke swivelled around, looking for blond hair. He hoped Naruto hadn't run off when the crowd had dispersed. He headed for the front desk, hoping the secretary there would be able to help him.

"Excuse me?" The secretary looked up. Strangely enough, as soon as she saw who was confronted with, her eyes brightened up, and a smile appeared on her face.

"I'm looking got a blond man. Naruto, I think his name is." She looked a bit perplexed at this.

"Naruto? You want to speak to him?"

"Yes." She looked around for a minute, but turned back to him promptly, having found what she was looking for. She'd heard Sakura yelling at him about some stuff, and assumed the blond was still in the vicinity. It wasn't like he had a better place to go, and for once, she was glad that the idiot was around. Now she could help the incredibly hot man in front of her. She pointed.

"Right over there." Sasuke turned in the direction she had pointed out. He started walking away, without thanking or even acknowledging the woman. After a few steps, on an afterthought, he came back. She looked up at him, hopeful.

"Could you give me his name?"

"Naruto Uzumaki." He left again, not gracing her with a 'thank you' yet again.

Naruto was filling in some 'urgent paperwork' Sakura had just given him. He hoped Temari was coping with Gaara. He'd go up and check on them later, but Sakura could get pretty violent when it came to paperwork, so it would have to wait.

She could be quite scary actually. So paperwork it was.

"Mr Uzumaki?" Who the heck? No one called him that. Besides, he disliked being interrupted in the middle of 'urgent paperwork'. It was hard enough to concentrate as it was.

He turned around to see who was disturbing him. A fairly familiar raven-haired man was standing in front of him, holding a briefcase, looking serious and relatively grumpy.

"Yeah. That's me, I guess. What do you want?" He hadn't meant to sound rude exactly, but hey, this guy really was interrupting him.

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I would like to offer you a job opportunity." Naruto looked confused.

"I work here."

"I'm aware of that. But I've talked to your superior." He'd talked to Tsunade? "So if my brother agrees and you... don't mind you're free to come work with us."

"Tsunade said that?" Naruto looked absolutely incredulous.

"Not in so many words... but yes, she did." The blond ran a hand through his hair, thinking. Sasuke took a business card out of a pocket and scribbled something on the back of it. He handed it to Naruto who took it and looked it over.

Sasuke Uchiha

Uchiha law Corporation

.35

And on the back:

Delcour restaurant.

1 pm.

"I'll expect you to be there. I'll be able to explain more then. And if he's free, my brother will join us. Think about the proposition."

"Okay... Yeah. I'll just check with Tsunade. But... Yeah, I'll be there." An image of a raven haired man leaning against a wall, looking out of the window came to his mind.

"Good." With that, Sasuke walked off, through the swivelling doors, glad to finally have escaped that horrendous building.

Naruto was walking up and down a hall near Tsunade's offices. He was relatively confused, and he was wondering what to do. Tsunade had agreed to this? There had to be a good reason. She wouldn't have given him away just like that, would she?

Then he thought back to the name on the card. There was a reason.

He walked up and down the hall some more, wondering what to do. He stopped in front of Shizune's office desk. The secretary had started ignoring him after the first few minutes though. He was being so restless, it almost got on her nerves. Almost.

He needed to talk to Tsunade. But he didn't quite want to. He didn't know what she'd say, he didn't know how to react, and that combined worried him no end. He usually know what her reaction would be, and therefore, how to act. But not this time.

"Is she busy?" He asked Shizune, yet again.

"Possibly." She'd answered exactly the same thing every time, but Naruto didn't seem to notice. This time, he actually listened to her, amazingly.

"What do you mean, 'possibly'? Either she is or she isn't!"

"Naruto. I gave her some paperwork earlier. Maybe she's working on it, maybe not. How am I meant to know?"

"Because you're her secretary!" Naruto was practically screaming. What with the pacing and the yelling, something really had to be wrong, Shizune thought.

A blond head poked out of a door next to where they were standing.

"Naruto, stop making such a ruckus and get in my office already. People around here work." He looked sheepishly and walked in her direction. She went to sit down and he closed the door behind him. He noted that she had replaced the plaque on her desk. It now read: Doctor Tsunade Sanin. He guessed she found that adding Doctor made her sound more professional.

"You worried about the Uchiha?" Naruto nodded.

"Why the heck are they asking me to join them?"

"Beats me. He just came in here and asked whether I would permit it." Well, not exactly, but that was what it was meant to sound like...

"I still can't believe you agreed."

"What else was I meant to do? This is Uchiha." She thought back a bit to the 'encounter' in question.She'd finally gotten the courage to tackle the paperwork that her secretary had so kindly deposited on her desk. So she was annoyed when her door was opened, without even a warning knock.

"Shizune, you give me a ton of paperwork, and then you come interrupt me. How in the world am I meant to-" She'd finally lifted her head, and was now able to see the person standing in her doorway. "Oh. Mr. Uchiha. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I had to ask you something..." Whenever his brother needed something from Tsunade, he always sent Sasuke, so although the two weren't exactly on friendly terms, they weren't completely stiff and formal with each other anymore. Then again, Tsunade rarely is.

"I'm so sorry Tsunade! I told him you were busy, but he wouldn't listen to me!" Shizune appeared in the doorway behind Sasuke, looking rather panicked at her 'failure'.

"That's all right." Shizune visibly relaxed at that "Please come in Mr. Uchiha." He glanced down at the paperwork and almost smirked, but he stopped himself just in time. Strange, he always walked in to people when they were trying to concentrate on that kind of thing... He sat down without waiting for an invitation. She was behind in offering anyway. Shizune closed the door, and retreated back to her desk.

"So, what brings you here, Mr. Uchiha." She knew it annoyed him to be called by his last name (seriously, he wasn't an old man!) so she did it whenever she had the opportunity.

"I had clients as it happens. Mr. Umino and Mr. Hatake. They mentioned you were acquainted." Ouch, thought Tsunade vaguely. Having Iruka telling you his life story was never a pleasant debacle. And the raven must have been short on patience by the end. I'll leave to your imagination the scenario she came up with.

"We are indeed. I hope it's nothing bad." She knew exactly what it was about and Sasuke knew that. All you do for pleasant conversation's sake...

"Marital problems." Tsunade could sense he was getting irritated. He wasn't one for chit-chat.

"So. You wanted to speak to me?" Sasuke pretended he'd forgotten, because he had been so immersed in their small talk. Eh, she could see right through that move.

"Oh, yes. A worker of yours has caught my attention." Well that tactic failed. Right to the point, as usual. Tsunade stared at him for a few seconds, wondering who could have been so unlucky.

"Oh? And who would that be?"

"Blond lawyer. I head someone call him Naruto." Tsunade's eyes widened, then narrowed to an unusual point.

"Naruto. You want to employ Naruto."

"Indeed." they looked at each other silently, gauging the other's reaction.

"Are you sure we're talking about the same person?" She'd seen the people who usually interested th Uchiha. Needless to say, Naruto was complete opposite of their demands.

"Fairly sure, yes."

"Blond hair?"

"Yes."

"Tall."

"Yes..."

"Loud."

"Yes."

"Very loud."

"Yes." A frown was staring to appear by this time.

"Hot." Sasuke raised an eyebrow, the frown disappearing he was so surprised.

"Relatively, yes. How many Naruto's do you have?"

"Only one. Well, I'm sorry, but I can't-" Whoah, that frown was back full force now.

"It's my brother who wants someone like him. And I've already informed him that I've found the perfect candidate."

Tsunade suddenly realised she'd been spacing out.

"What did he say?" She asked. Naruto handed her the card. She looked at it and sighed. She couldn't exactly refuse the Uchiha's. Especially not Itachi. He had a knack at ruining the people that did that, and she had worked hard to get where she was now.

"Well, that settles it. Tell me how it goes will you?" Naruto stared at her. It was as if the idea of not letting him go hadn't even occurred to her. It probably had, actually? Then it had been brutally murdered by the reasons why he had to go.

"Yeah, I will." He got up and, grabbing the card she was still holding, started to head out. He heard Tsunade shout at him right before he could close the door 'and don't you forget, you brat!'.

When he thought back, he realised that he had never had such a serious conversation with her. Ever.

Naruto was nervous. He cursed himself for it, but he had every right to be. Right? He knew that this might give him a tremendously good job, but on the other hand, he didn't quite want to leave his current position, and most of all, all of his 'co-workers'. Well, more like his friends, but whatever. So it made sense to be nervous.

Also, he was standing outside a pretty posh restaurant which he had passed many times, but had never dared set foot in before. And the man he was meant to be meeting was late. He was actually late! How could the bastard do this to him? It was too evil for words. Well, almost. A good bit of screaming he could easily have done.

A car pulled up and the driver got out, handing the keys to the boy, along with a threat, and some money. Naruto sighed in relief as he saw who the man was. The raven started walking towards the entrance, and realising that he was about to disappear, Naruto jumped after him.

"You're late!" The raven turned and glared at him.

"So are you." Why the blond was yelling at him for being late when he himself had just come running was a mystery.

"I'm not late! I've been waiting for you for ages!" Or not. Never mind for the previous mystery. We must note here that Naruto forgets to be nervous when he is annoyed.

"Outside?" kind of stupid "That was stupid" Sasuke is a very frank man. He can't help it. "Why didn't you get a table?" Unfortunately, Naruto had no smart answer to that. He hadn't dared show his face. Sasuke glanced at him, confused by his silence.

"Whatever." Sasuke raised an eyebrow and smirked, but he didn't add anything. It seemed the blond wouldn't have appreciated it if he had.

As they approached the front desk, a man immediately approached them, and, after saying a polite greeting: 'Mr. Uchiha', he led them to a table. Three places were set. Naruto found this strange until he remembered they might be joined by a third party. They both sat down and opened the menus that the waiter had handed them.

Without another word to each other, they both ordered (well Naruto had been willing enough, but Sasuke had pointedly ignored him. After that, it seemed that the raven was ready to speak. Took him long enough.

"Have you ever done any important cases?" It was obvious from his composure that he was entirely serious. Then again, when wasn't he?

"'Course I have!" Tch. Stupid raven was taking him for some beginner. Eh, the blond was being an idiot. This was meant to be serious, he really did need to know. How about we make this quick.

"So you've done murder cases." This statement caused the blond to stare at the other in shock. He knew that those were common and all, but to say it so casually was beyond his capacity of understanding.

"What do you mean by murder cases, exactly." He wasn't going to admit that he'd never taken care of one of those before it was clear as crystal what they were talking about.

"It's where someone dies. Is murdered. Killed. And you have to defend the accused." Ah. Clear as crystal.

"You mean the innocent."

"Sure. Whatever." Sasuke paused, waiting for the answer to his initial question. It became clear from the expression on the blonde's face that, unless he was prompted, he was not going to get his answer. Was it even possible to forget what they were talking about so fast?

"So?"

"So... what?"

"Have you," he pointed, just to emphasise his point "Ever... done... a... murder... case?" Slow and easy always does it.

"Eh... No." Jeez. That was hard. Couldn't he have said that in the first place?

"Why?" The blond seemed slightly anxious as he asked this. Sasuke almost smirked. Almost, but not quite.

"Because that, is what we need you for." The blond stared at him, his eyes wide. Thankfully, he was saved from saying something embarrassing (or nothing at all, which would also have been embarrassing) because at that point, their waiter arrived. The blond flashed him a big smile, glad for the interruption.

"Here are your plates!" The waiter sounded... enthusiastic. A glare from Sasuke soon fixed that.

"Uh... I hope you enjoy!" He quickly scampered off, making a much needed escape.

"So... Is this a big murder case?" He'd regained the ability to form a coherent sentence now.

"Relatively."

"Meaning?" They looked at each other doubtfully. Sasuke was trying to gauge whether Naruto really was that stupid, and Naruto was asking himself what he had gotten himself into. Sasuke gave in and explained.

"Pretty big."

"And..." he hesitated, wondering whether it was... appropriate? "Why exactly do you need me?" Sasuke was slightly taken aback. He knew that the blond was bound to wonder at some point, but to be so straightforward about it... This is why, for once, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Because you're annoying."

He would have slapped himself in the forehead, but he refrained at the last minute (thank god, or it would have ruined his reputation). Naruto stared at him, speechless.

"I mean, because you're..." Sasuke couldn't finish the sentence. All the adjectives that came to mind would be wrong. Stupid. Idiotic. Hyper. Frustrating. They just didn't seem to do it.

"Because I'm...?" Naruto was smiling, enjoying seeing the raven in the tricky situation he had caused for himself. Sasuke glared at him. The blond was really starting to irritate him. He decided to opt for the best solution, the one that always works: change the subject.

"My brother will explain everything else when he sees you." Naruto smirked. Heh, he'd really managed to piss that raven off.

Sasuke looked back at his food, wondering if it was worth storming off without eating it. He noticed that somehow, Naruto had already managed to down most of his. Eh, he wasn't hungry anyway. He stood up.

"Well, Mr. Uzumaki, I have other business to attend to. So, if you could come by the office tomorrow morning to meet my brother and sign the necessary papers..." He trailed off, noticing that the blond was chocking on his food. Wondering whether to help or not, he ended up just standing there, briefcase in hand, waiting for the other to get over it.

"What the heck!?" Naruto didn't finish the sentence because, unfortunately, he was still having trouble breathing. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, smirking. He wasn't going to laugh, but it was a close call: the blond looked absolutely hilarious, sitting there, spluttering, and at the same time trying (and failing) to look dignified.

"Don't fucking call me that!" Now that was confusing. Running what he had said through his mind, Sasuke couldn't quite locate where he had insulted the idiot. He hadn't actually said anything... Just the normal-

"My name's Naruto. So use it!" Unfortunately for both of them, the said man had felt compelled to shout his out, which led to a very awkward situation where virtually all of the restaurant turned to stare at the two. Realising this, Naruto blushed profusely, ducking his head. Sasuke smirked again. If he was going to act like that every time something like that happened, the next few weeks were going to be very, very interesting. Trying his best not to laugh, Sasuke acted cool and composed, taking up where he had left off.

"As I was saying... come by tomorrow. I'll arrange a meeting with Itachi." If he could beat his older brother to it that was. Itachi had a knack at planning everything just a step ahead of his little brother, which was rather annoying, I must say (Sasuke says). Sasuke was about to turn and leave when he glanced down at the table. On it was his own untouched plate and Naruto's half empty one. Remembering how jumpy Naruto had been about the posh restaurant, he couldn't help himself.

"And you can order whatever you want. Since you're in here, you might as well take the opportunity, because I'm not going to escort you whenever you want to come eat." laughing (internally) at the look on Naruto's face, he turned and left.

He didn't get far though. Before he had eve, come through the front door, the blond came bounding after him. When he judged himself close enough he shouted 'Bastard'.

Getting extremely irritated, Sasuke slammed through the restaurant doors, letting them shut in the face of whoever was behind him, namely Naruto. He wondered slightly if things would have gone the same if his older brother had deigned to join them. He doubted it somehow, but dismissed the thought.

He had to stop then, waiting for the boy to bring his car around. Unfortunately, Naruto had caught up.

"Hey! Jeez, you don't need to run off on me like that."

"I am not running off. I said everything that I had to say. So I'm leaving.

"Nah, you're running. You didn't even eat." Sasuke glared at him. Him not eating had nothing to do with what they were talking. It happened more often than not.

"You, are an idiot. Now leave me alone, and be there tomorrow morning at 10."

"Pfff. fine, bastard. I'll be there." At that point, the car arrived and after a glare and a tip for the boy, Sasuke left, throwing one last dark look at the blond.

The apartment suited him, Sasuke thought as he closed the door. It suited his mood, and his nature. The plain white walls were perfect, and the wooden planks were... well, plain. No carpeting: that would have been annoying. So, as he said: the apartment suited him.

He went to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Making his clothes more comfortable (well, loosening them) he made a recap of the day.

The annoying couple had asked for another meeting... but they hadn't gotten any further. Sai still wasn't back from his trip, so he'd gotten bored for a good amount of time. And then he'd had that... interesting dinner with the blond. That had been disastrous. Well, that was a matter of opinion really. He'd let himself get annoyed at the blond idiot, but it seemed that he'd managed to interest the man with the job.

Then again, that meant that he was going to have to put up with the blond for a while. Ahhh... he would deal.

The phone rang, making him jump. He wondered slightly who it was before rolling over to grab it from it's place on the bed side table.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sasuke!"

"Oh. It's you..."

"Awww... Disappointed? Who were you expecting?"

"No-one in particular." There was a slight silence.

"You know, you're meant to ask me how my day was now..."

" Hmmm..." There was a slight laugh on the other end.

"Surprisingly, boring? Not much to do without you here..."

"Pity. When are you coming back?"

"Awww... You miss me?"

"Hn. So?"

"I miss you too..."

"You're being ridiculous."

"Oh, come on honey... Admit it."

"Call me that again, and I'm throwing you out of the house." Sasuke hung up violently. He wasn't in the mood to play games. Besides, he never got his answer, in the end.

Okay; I have NEVER written such a long chapter before. Ever. I am... heck, I'm proud. And here this is just a little funny text. for you

This morning, while walking home from tennis, My body parts were having an conflict. Unfortunately, considering the fact that they are attached tome, I was in the middle of it. My legs insisted that the slow walking pace I had settled for was stupid and started running under me. After humoring them for a few minutes, my heart and lungs yelled that they were suicidal, and made me stop. After that, there was a huge battle. The lungs, heart, stomach and head agreed that it was stupid, and that walking was the best idea. My legs feet skin and hair argued that they wanted to get moving. My arm's didn't give a damn. As a result, I spent the whole way alternating between walking slowly and running, yelling at my stupid body parts.

The story of my life.

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