A/N: This is just a different view from Deidara's side. Nothing really out of the ordinary, but thanks to all those who reviewed! Please continue doing so. It helps inspire me to continue writing. Though I do know I have much competition being that SasuNaru stories are so popular. Just bear with me, arigato!
Also, as far as now, my constant ideas keep filling my otherwise vacant mind...=.= That made me sound so stupid. But aside from that, I want to say that I have uploaded almost daily this past week. But, as of the upcoming chapters, they may arrive a bit more slowly as my inspiration dies down. I should hope not to end a story uncompleted, so continue your comments, as that does help my motivation. Thank you.
Full Summery:
The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.
Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?
Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru
Happy Reading! ^.^
Disclaimer:
BHIris: Alright, disclaimer time! So, er, Gaara?"
Gaara: Nope, it's Itachi turn.
BHIris: Are you refusing me?
Gaara: -thinks- Yes.
BHIris: Grrr…I hate you.
Gaara: You only say that about ten times a day.
BHIris: Stop being a little pest. Now, where's sexy Itachi-kun?
Itachi: Right here. And thank you, I know I am.
Deidara: Don't tell him that, it only inflates his already-massive ego.
Itachi: Aw, Dei-dei! Don't worry, I know how you get jealous when other's think I'm sexy. Don't worry, I only listen when you say it.
Deidara: -blushes- Shut up Itachi, I do not.
Itachi: You do! You think I'm drop-dead sexy! Say it! Say it!
Deidara: -turns more red- Itachi! Shut up! Not here!
BHIris: Ooh, is that some sweet, sweet yaoi I smell?
Deidara: N-no. Just do the bloody disclaimer already!
Itachi: -coos- Only for you my sweet Dei-chan! BlackhawkIris doesn't own Naruto. –smirks sexily- But I own Deidara's fine ass here. –smacks Deidara's ass-
Deidara: -squeaks- Stop that!
BHIris: Alright, as much as I'd love to watch, our lovely readers want to keep this PG-13. So leave.
Whispers: Oi, Itachi, mind you tape your hot sex and show me later?
Itachi: -winks- Sure thing, Iris-chan. C'mon, my little Dei-chan!
Deidara: No, my ass is still sore from yesterday! –gets dragged off-
BHIris: That's what you get for having a bloody, horny, sex-driven fanatic as a boyfriend, Deidara-chan!
Chapter Five
[Time: 40 minutes before present]
Deidara hummed a random tune to calm his nerves as he slowly drove to the Uchiha Corporation, where he would hopefully be working at. His teachers from his old school had given them the call to say he was acceptable, but the full probability of him getting a full-time job there required solely on his performance at this interview. And man, was he nervous.
Likewise, Deidara was not one to get nervous over silly things, but his stomach was sure flipping out on him today. Maybe he shouldn't have listened to Ino when she said that a hearty breakfast would give him the boost he needed to gain confidence. Because all he knew was that if he was jostled a little too much, everything would come straight back up.
Damn, today was so not his day.
Reaching the grand parking lot of the famed Uchiha Corporation, Deidara quickly parked his little, yellow bug into an open parking space. There was sure a lot of open space for a corporation this famous.
Upon walking into the building, Deidara had definitely sucked in his breath multiple times. The place was just gorgeous. Everything was furnished and clean, with little ornaments of beauty scattered about. Even the entrance door was made of glass, with a gold trimming.
Pushing himself in, while chatting in his head 'I-think-I-can-I-think-I-can', the short blond slowly navigated to the main desk, where a peculiar man was perched. He (or, at least, Deidara guessed it was a he) was seated on the wheelie-chair, spinning around obnoxiously. But what troubled the blond most was the odd, orange mask covering the man's face from view. The black spirally design reminded Deidara strangely of a lollipop. But now was definitely not the time to be thinking of fucking lollipops.
Upon hearing Deidara's approach, the odd, masked man immediately jumped up from the desk, nearly scaring the wits out of the blond.
"Ooh! Another pretty lady! Tobi's a good boy, see? Pretty women always give Tobi lollipops for being a good boy! Do you carry lollipops? Oh, I bet you do! Can I have a cherry flavor? I love cherry flavored lollipops! What's your favorite? But, you can't pick cherry, since that's mine!"
Deidara stepped back, momentarily dazed at the cataract of words and questions. Then, there was a single toughening in his eyes, as he squared his shoulders out.
Breathe Deidara, just imagine this as Naruto.
"Thanks, I've heard many times, but for the record, I'm 100% male, un. Yes, you are a good boy, un. I don't carry lollipops, since I am not of the female gender. So, in a sense, I don't have cherry-flavored lollipops, un. My favorite would have to be lime, though I can't say I'm much of a lollipop fanatic, un."
Tobi, sat back down in his chair, his posture looking somewhat taken-aback. But, like a spring, he immediately shot another mouthful of barely coherent words.
"Tobi's a good boy. In fact, he's so good, he still sleeps with his pet dinosaur. He keeps all his lollipops in a stash under his bed though, in case Santa Claus tries to steal them. Ita-kun said he would once, so now Tobi makes sure they're extra safe. He has his dinosaur watch over them when he's at work. Do you like pancakes? Tobi likes syrup and strawberries on his. He also likes coloring. Do you like coloring?"
Deidara shot back almost right away.
"That's good of Tobi, un. He is indeed a very good boy. I hope your dinosaur does a good job of protecting your goodies, un, as Santa Claus once stole all of my clay once. I swear, un. I do like pancakes, un. I eat them with syrup as well as whipped cream. I hate coloring, due purely to the fact that it's so boring, un."
This time Tobi sat down, completely winded. A voice rang out from behind the two men.
"It seems you've met your match Tobi. He passed. What, may I ask is your name?"
A red head stepped out from behind the wall, his brown eyes filled with anticipation, though lingering in boredom.
Deidara stepped back, reposing back into the shy demeanor he usually kept up around strangers.
"Ano, my name's Iwa Deidara."
"Likewise, Deidara. I'm Sasori. I should hope we will get along smoothly. This eccentric one is Tobi, though he usually uses his…er…skills to preen the unworthy from the worthy. I daresay, you did very well."
A test, un? Hm…interesting.
"Arigato. It's nice to meet you both."
"Ah, yes, I expect you're to be meeting with someone for your interview?"
"Yes, er, Uchiha Itachi."
Both of the men looked startled. Itachi Uchiha? That man never met for anyone on the job, especially not for an interview.
Relaxing his facial structure once more, Sasori gave a dry nod.
"Then, we will not take any more of your time. Tobi, give Uchiha-sama the call."
"Yes sir! Tobi's a good boy!"
Sasori gave a short nod before stalking away muttering, "…I daresay you are."
When Sasori was gone, Tobi appeared to have regained his peculiar hyper activeness again.
"Please wait a moment, Iwa-san. I'll be sending the call to Uchiha-sama's room right now. I should hope he's not busy right now."
Deidara nodded, amazed at Tobi's seemingly calmer business-like manner. The masked man made the call, repeating his 'Tobi's a good boy' line quite a few times before cutting the line. When he had set the phone down, he winked at Deidara through the one hole in his mask.
"Itachi-sama's room is on level 4, in room B10. Good luck, Iwa-chan. I hope you get the job!"
"Arigato, Tobi, un."
With that, Deidara walked away, Tobi staring after him with the thought in his mind. For someone that cute, Ita-kun will have a hard time keeping his perverted hands to himself. That's for sure.
Feeling rather light headed, Deidara boarded the elevator. It was, like everything else in the building, furnished to perfection. The mirror was gleaming from a recent cleanse and the mahogany railing was smooth as butter.
Pressing the 'level four' button, Deidara quickly busied himself with the sleeve of his cuff while the elevator moved upwards. Staring at himself in the mirror, the blond quickly straightened his hair into a more compromising position. The long strand of golden hair covered his one eye. His blind eye. Though, only his close foster-family knew about it. No one could ever tell he was partially blind, since at a young age Deidara had perfected the art of normality. But, to keep others from being freaked out, he usually kept that eye covered.
The elevator sounded a gentle trill, signaling the end of the ride. The doors sprang apart as he walked out. The rest of the walk was not abnormal. He saw a few busy workers carrying paperwork or phones rushing about, but none stopped to glance at him at all. It was like he didn't exist.
Finally, upon reaching room B10, the blond softly rapped against the glossy, wooden door.
"Come in." The voice was cocky, but seemed to demand authority. Deidara followed the request, quietly opening the door. He looked around amazed at the small room. There was a large window on one side, showing the streets of rushing cars below. A large, white desk was centered in the middle of the room, which was so clean Deidara could not see a speck of litter anywhere. There was a single gray laptop, whirring with life. A mug of coffee sat silently next a pale hand, steaming at the top. Deidara's eyes traveled slowly up the pale arm, to see a silhouette of a wiry body clothed in a dark gray suit. It fit snug, outlining the sharp definitions of compacted muscle.
Lastly, he saw the face. The first word that came into his head was stunning. The man's face seemed carved from marble, perfect nose, lips, and eyes. Grazing over the man's face, he noticed indents near his eyes. He doesn't look like he gets much sleep. Strange though, it makes him look even more attractive. Gaah, what was he thinking? He wasn't gay…
Sliding silently into the open, plastic chair in front of the man, Deidara willed himself not to speak. If he did ever so slightly open his mouth, he could swear he would only embarrass himself.
"Are you Iwa Deidara?"
The dark, endless pools zeroed in on the blond, who seemed oblivious to the other man's scrutiny.
The blond nodded, twiddling his thumbs nervously. The strand covering his left eye stood lank. Itachi stared at it curiously. Why did this man cover half his face? Could it be he has some sort of deformity?
"Well, this is an interview. I should hope you speak up."
"A-ah, of course. My a-apologies, u-un."
Itachi's eyes gleamed as he leaned across the desk, his cool minty breath fanning over the blonde's face.
"Well, Iwa-san, I hope you had a pleasant trip here. Tobi informs me you were most exceptional."
The blonde's face blossomed pink, as he tried to hide behind his hair.
"A-arigato, Uchiha-sama, un."
Itachi leaned back, a pleasant smile spreading across his lips. How adorable. This is going to be fun.
"Please, don't call me 'sama'. Itachi is fine."
"Of course, Itachi-san."
Itachi rolled his eyes inwardly. Close enough.
"May I see any sort of identification, please?"
Deidara nodded, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. Fingering through the contents, he pulled out his driver's license he had only recently got under the request of Iruka. He quickly handed it over as Itachi reached out to take it. Only glancing over the identification briefly, he nodded and handed the card back to its owner. Deidara stowed it away as Itachi busily straightened the stack of paper in front of him. Though, the dark, coal eyes never left the solemn blue eye of the blond.
"Alright, let's us start with the interview. So, I see you've had a few other part-time jobs before applying. Pottery teacher…math tutor…waiter…care to elaborate more?"
"Yes, un, I was a pottery teacher for the longest out of the three."
"I see. And what makes you think you would benefit the Uchiha Corporation?"
"Well, I have a pretty good memory, un. I can calculate numbers fast."
Deidara had seemed to gain confidence, as he no longer stuttered.
Itachi looked thoughtful.
"248/2 + (202)?"
Deidara was silent for a moment.
"524."
"449/4 – (√4)?
Another pause before—
"110.25, un."
Itachi raised an eyebrow, impressed.
"Interesting…we might have uses for such a talent. Now you said you were a pottery teacher?"
"Hai, I taught college grads the art of making pottery."
"Hn. So, was your major in college art as well?"
Deidara looked down, single blue eye downcast.
"No, un, I never got the chance to go to college, Itachi-san." His voice was small and seemingly humiliated.
Itachi's eyes widened just a bit, while he exhaled his breath blowing his bangs away from his face. They fluttered back in place, barely tickling the edge of his eyelashes.
"Never went to college, hn? Damn." He gave the blond a look over, realizing the smaller male's seemingly angelic features. Pretty damn cute if you ask me.
"No, un. However, I did receive a teaching offer at my old school for both art and math, but when Iru—my family moved, un, we left everything behind. I needed a job that paid well and…"
Deidara's voice trailed off awkwardly as silence renewed the room.
"I see, a pitying story." Itachi's voice was bordering on light. He stood up, startling the blond for a moment, tossing all the papers into the small trash bin by his desk. Then, leaning over the table, very close to the blonde's face, he whispered, "Likewise though, I may be able to squeeze you in."
He reached over a pale hand and brushed the frozen blonde's single strand of hair, curled around half his face. Touching only briefly, before regaining his focus and leaning back. Cute, oblivious blond.
Though, Deidara was not as oblivious as many thought him as. He could tell Itachi was an attractive man as well as his attraction towards the blond himself. Yet, the wariness around him led the blond to think that this man may be nothing more than a sex-addicted maniac.
…Yes, Deidara was that good at reading people.
"Well, you will be working under me starting tomorrow. My branch of the corporation is named Akatsuki. I will have Sasori show you around today and then you may leave when you wish."
Itachi's pants seemed really tight as he watched the small blond swing that tight ass away. Wanting to suddenly call him back, he restrained himself until the door shut. Then he sighed and looked out the glassy window. The sky was lightening as the sun rose higher.
Man, he was so going to get laid tonight.