A/N: Well, hello again. Yes, I've had yet another delay to upload. But again, its only two days, not a year! So, no frets, I'm back! Also, I'm hoping to have my head back in gear to continue writing and mounting the plot. I just wrote it all right now, in the hour allotted-so no bashing! I didn't have time to correct much, so sorry if you find any mistakes. Naruto's past will be revealed along with his foster family's, but only in due time...^.^ Well, I have a concert to get to, so I don't have the time to write the disclaimer. Sorry, maybe later!

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: I don't own the characters of Naruto, no matter how long I hold my breath or try to force chakra to burst through my gates. Sorry to disappoint, Rock Lee, but at least you're cool enough to do so! I'm just the wimp here that tries to play soccer all the wrong ways. =.= Yah.

Chapter Nine

[Time: Reverse back to Lunchtime]

Sasuke's ride was pleasant, as his friends did not talk. The ride was silent, but pleasing all the same. Shikamaru, Neji, and Gaara were going to a different restaurant, while Sasuke was stuck meeting his brother at the stupid, fancy French restaurant. He would be going in his school uniform, but gave no worries. Konoha Elite was a very well-known school. Being accepted into such an elite school would only give off a good impression. And good impressions was all the Uchiha's ever grudgingly cared about.

Sliding out of the car when it had come to a stop, he held two fingers up in farewell as his friends glided away. Smoothing the collar of his dress shirt, Sasuke paused a moment before walking in. When he had finished checking his overall appearance as unnoticeably as he could, the raven picked up his pace. Upon entering the fancy restaurant with its bright lights and polished counters, one of the waitresses' faces turned a giddily red. Sasuke frowned in distain. How terribly unattractive…

When he turned to ignore her, she ran up to him, somehow remaining a somewhat professional overlook, while pathetically simpering like a puppy as well. And his tou-san wondered why he didn't feel attracted towards any women. They're all so pathetically weak and…repulsive.

"Mr. Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi-sama is waiting. I will bring you to your seating." He inclined his neck at the slightest angle, while his face remained a cold mask of indifference. That, however, did not faze the girl for a moment, as she continued to gaze at him with open admiration.

She blinked a few times before beginning to walk towards the back of the restaurant, where all the private booths were located. Through the satin veil, Sasuke could see the striking outline of his elder brother. Forcing his posture to remain relaxed, he walked through the opening the girl held for him.

Itachi Uchiha did not turn around at the slight noise behind him. Instead, he folded the menu over smoothly and waited as his younger brother settled in the only seat across from himself.

Tapping the menu softly, Itachi finally spoke.

"Ah, Sasuke. I've already done us the pain-sake of ordering our dishes."

Sasuke folded his napkin over.

"What is it you wanted to speak with me for that you went through the trouble to send Hidan and Kakazu?"

Both brothers grimaced at this.

"Hidan does rather have a foul mouth, doesn't he? Kakazu…well, he's the only one who could handle Hidan, so it would be common sense to send them together as a pair. And," He added after a second thought, "They were the only ones available. Why, did I interrupt something important?"

"No. It was nothing of importance."

Sasuke's annoying inner voice that often popped up at the presence of Itachi, did not seek to disappoint.

Ah, but it was of importance. That cute, little blond…you never did catch his full name, now did you?"

Itachi watched the younger's face, reading the raven like an open book, but did not comment. It seemed he had interrupted something rather important. Foolish, little brother. He smirked but added no other comment. They paused on a long silence, but Itachi was not bothered. They had a while longer yet.

The food arrived, the waitress still just as ditzy, but managed to serve the food without spilling. That itself was an enormous feat. It's not every day you see the glory of both Uchiha brothers together, in the same room, willingly.

Sasuke's voice was impatient again as he spoke.

"Itachi, you said you had something to speak with me of?"

Itachi picked up his dainty silverware, his long fingers brushing over the utensils as he did so.

"Yes," a long piece of black fringe covered the elder's eye as he spoke, "Indeed, I do. However, our meal is getting cold. We shall eat first. Matters of discussion can be held until after. You won't have to return to school until 1 PM. I have already informed your principal." He watched in amusement at the slightest twitch of his otouto's eyebrow.

Sasuke clasped his hands under the table, as he barely managed to keep the annoyance off his face.

Just one more hour with the devil. I hope you survive.

Thank you, voice; it's nice to feel the appreciation.

Detention was boring but bearable, since the teacher did not present. Keeping Kiba's strange advice in mind, the two did not try to wander off. After the half an hour promised of them, the door opened, making both drowsy boys jump.

Kakashi-sensei had walked in, his covered face hidden in a bright orange book. The silver-haired teacher had yet to notice that his room was not empty, but was giggling with an absurd pink hue rising on his exposed cheek.

Naruto glanced at Kiba, who had an enormous tick next to his face. Looking back, he took in the title of the orange book. Icha Icha Paradise…Come, come Paradise? The translation sounded weird in his mind. Was he missing a joke or something?

Kiba spoke, his loud voice filled with odd annoyance.

"Kakashi-sensei, what a surprise! Our detention is over, so you'll have to excuse me and Naruto."

"'Naruto and I'," Kakashi corrected without a blink of an eye. Turning to the two young boys in his classroom, he smiled a one-crinkly-eye smile, "Well, since it seems you've served the time, I'll walk you boys to the office. I'm sure you have a ride coming to pick you up?"

Naruto hoped with all his might Ino had given Iruka the heads-up. He had forgotten to actually inform the teacher…or maybe he was just reluctant to. But either way, he had no ride home as of the moment.

Kiba nodded, having driven his own car over.

"I just need to call my father," Naruto said.

Kakashi nodded, reaching into his pocket for his phone. Finding it, he gently tossed the gray mobile over to the blond, who caught it with ease.

"You can use my cell. But, you should probably make the call here, as Tsunade doesn't really like calls made in her office. They make her head pound." Since she's drunk almost 24/7. That phrase was added silently, but the three in the room agreed simultaneously.

Expressing his thanks, he flipped the small device open, reading upon the blinking screen: Icha Icha Yaoi – Volume Two: In stores next week! Feeling somewhat confused, but deciding to ignore, the blond punched the numbers for Iruka's cell.

On the last ring, the said person finally picked up.

"Who is this?"

There was a pause as Naruto mentally signed his will off.

"Um, Iruka, this is Naruto…"

Silence. Oh boy, now Naruto was scared as fuck.

"Naruto," the voice seethed, "where are you?"

"Well, Iruka, you see, I forgot to call you. But, I have…"

"Yes, you have what, exactly?"

"I have…detention. Sorry, sorry, sorry—"

"Naruto…"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry—"

"Naruto!"

"Sorry, sorry—"

"NARUTO!"

Naruto stopped his apologies at the outburst. Tentively, he spoke in a small voice.

"Yes, Iruka?"

"Do you need me to come pick you up?"

"Yes, Chi-Chi."

There was a heavy sigh on the other side of the phone.

"Alright, but you and I are going to have a strict talk when you get home, young man. Understood?"

Naruto grumbled as he voiced his agreement. They said their goodbyes and Naruto ended the call regretfully before handing the teacher his mobile back.

Kakashi smiled under his scarf, secretly enjoying the boy's amusing apologies to the man on the phone. Gently fingering the phone in his pocket, he let his imagination wander.

The boys started to the office, Kakashi-sensei following close behind with his orange book up.

"What is he reading?"

Kiba gave him an exasperated are-you-kidding? look.

"It's called porn, you dumbass."

Naruto's eyes widened. He had thought he'd recognized the book cover from somewhere!

"He can't read that in school! That's sick!"

Kiba silently agreed, but said, "Yah, but school's out now. Plus, he isn't allowed to read it in class, but on breaks and stuff he can. But, yah, it is sick."

Naruto turned to Kakashi, who was still reading the book, his eyes glazing happily over the detailed descriptions.

"You p-pervert! Ero-sennin's books are disgusting! He made me read a page once and…" The blond shuddered.

Kakashi's single eye widened as he digested what his student had said.

"You know the author of this glorious series? How? Where? You must get me connections! He's writing is a magnificent masterpiece, all of them and—"

Naruto inched away, towards Kiba as Kakashi seemed to burst in sparkles and glitter. Ooh-kay…that's frightening.

"We're here, you guys." Kiba's voice sounded as he entered the main office.

The two followed suit, entering the quiet room where the attendant was…not there.

Where was Shizune?

In the bathroom, helping Tsunade as she puked her guts out, that's where.

But, as normal human beings without the powers of mind-reading, the three were absentmindedly dawdled around the empty office, not knowing where the principal or her assistant could possibly be.

Kiba slumped over on the wheelie-chair Shizune usually sat in, spinning the seat progressively faster every minute. Naruto, not wanting to see his friend puke, nor the blur of the dog-boy which was making his own head hurt, quickly reached out to stop him. They both ended up crashing into the ground, starting almost yet another brawl on the main office floor, as Kakashi-sensei giggled perversely behind his porn. Since school was not technically in session, he did not have to keep his professional-teacher act up. This meant he did not have to stop the two kids squabbling under his feet. In other words: He was too lazy and wanted to enjoy his book to its fullest.

So, all in all, that's how Iruka found them when he hurried into the office, after stumbling around the large building lost for about 10 minutes.

Naruto blinked from his position under Kiba, his fisted hand almost an inch from the said boy's face. Kiba's leg was pushed up against the desk as his hand was pushing the blonde's down to the dirty floor.

"Hey, Iruka-tou-san! Some help, please?"

Iruka squinted at the boy oddly, opening his mouth to speak before catching the serious, blue eyes that were begging him to not give anything away. Changing his course of thought, he inclined his neck slightly before opening his mouth.

"Naruto! You, young man, and I are going to have a very interesting talk tonight! For now, get off the dirty floor before your uniforms turns to that color! You'd better have a good reason for having detention and making me drive all the way over here to pick up your sorry ass!" Yes, Iruka swore when he was angry. But not much, as he was a teacher. Professionalism and daily life were together hand in hand.

Naruto tried to smile innocently, but was slightly ruined by the fact that his foot was driven half-way into Kiba's chest. At Iruka's sharp glare, both boys bashfully stood up and dusted their jackets off. Naruto scampered over to Iruka, giving the man a wide hug, engulfing the tanned man with dust from the floor. Iruka's face simmered into a gentle smile as his fingers combed through the messy, blond hair. Kiba quickly raised a hand in greeting when he saw Iruka's gaze linger on him. Seeing the tanned teacher smile, he returned a joyous grin that rivaled Naruto's. Iruka returned the gesture as he was released from Naruto's strong embrace.

Kakashi's single eye did miss any of this. Long gone was the pretense of his book, as he was much more mesmerized by the young teacher who claimed to be the blonde's father. Why, that man could not be any older than Kakashi was himself! And Kakashi, apart from contrary belief, was not old at all, no matter how his silver hair seemed to say otherwise. And he had the inkle of a feeling that the teacher opposite him was not even close to old.

His eye narrowed as he watched the gentle and calming aura around the teacher. Never, had he ever felt such a strong aura. Even Naruto's, though not as old, did not match his father's completely. Iruka just had the calming presence of a teacher that held patience and kindness in handling the kids with complete care and love. You could feel the protectiveness of a mother hen coming off his pores as he handled Naruto with the upmost tenderness and placidness.

Side-stepping a bit, Kakashi decided it was time to make his appearance known to the mysterious teacher who had just as suddenly made such a strong impression within him.

At the noise, Iruka turned in mid-sentence to face the tall teacher. Kakashi almost gasped out loud at the doe-like brown eyes filtered with peace and contentment as they met his single blue one. Naruto, noticing nothing unusual, laughed as he pulled Iruka towards the other teacher.

"Oh, Iruka, I almost forgot! This is Kakashi-sensei, the AP Literature teacher where Kiba and I…you know." He paused before relaying the information to Kakashi, "And this, is my father Iruka Umino! He's a teacher too, maybe you guys can relate or something!"

Iruka, who was taught manners and courtesy at a young age before his parents' death, smiled self-consciously at the seemingly handsome man, whose face was covered.

"Ano, Kakashi-san. I apologize for not noticing you right away." He bowed, as Kakashi inwardly giggled.

"It's alright, honest. Pleasure to meet you, Iruka-chan."

Iruka's cheeks highlighted in pink as he heard the nick-name, but gave no other comment.

Naruto flung his arm around Kiba, laughing as he did so.

"Well, you guys sure can get along…stop being so formal!"

Kakashi raised an invisible eyebrow.

"I am a teacher, Naruto."

"You just called me Naruto, not Uzumaki-san or something of that shit! See—that's not formal at all! Iruka's already so uptight, so maybe you can get him to relax or something!"

Kakashi immediately thought of a definite way he would get the tanned teacher to relax. But his perverse mind's idea was probably not even close to what Naruto had meant originally.

Iruka turned back to Naruto, his face still flaming, though Kakashi thought it was rather endearing.

"Well, Naruto, we must get going. Deidara's going to be home in a few minutes and I have to see how he did. If he doesn't get the job, I'll have to…"

He paused, his eyes shifting between Kakashi and Kiba strangely. Naruto, who had seemed to catch on much faster, nodded speedily as he jumped up to go. Iruka gave a bow to both other men in the room as they left, Naruto still waving as the glass door swung closed.

Kiba stared into space, feeling a headache coming along with the aching of the dozen bruises he had just recently obtained. That blond sure did pack a hard punch. But, his style of fighting lacked agility, as his movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. It was rather odd really, but being Kiba, he gave no second thought of this.

Kakashi, whose mind was whirling on the opposite side of the spectrum, was strangely glittery as he thought of rainbows and dolphins. Iruka's face was alit in his distant la-la land, flushed as Kakashi, er, pleasured him. Yes, Kakashi's mind was pretty perverse. But, for one that read Ero-Sennin's books, how could he not?