A/N: Ok, I've literally had no time on my hands at all. Tests, quizzes, homework-all that jazz, its been piling up on my weekdays, allowing no time whatsoever to type. So this is what I've come up with. Possibly the shortest chapter of all time-which is why this is only half of chapter 14. I plan on extending it, but have had no time to. I wanted to upload this anyways, since I know many of you are impatient for another upload. So here, my totally lame, only spell-checked on Microsoft, work. Yes, drool worthy indeed. =.=
I totally apologize in advance at the utter terrible work you are about to witness. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. I will make this up...when I find the time. For now, this will do. Thank y'all for your support. It's probably the only reason I'm actually uploading, truth be told. Continue with your reviews, I may find inspiration in between my stressful times.
And now, I must get to bed. I have a nice History test to study for when I get up tomorrow. Yay me.
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: You shitting me? If I did own Naruto, I would hopefully not have to do all this shit homework piled on me like Sheska's books. Argh...you see I just used a FMA relation on a Naruto fanfic? ...That's how fucking tired I am.
Chapter Fourteen
[Time: Relapse to morning]
Stepping onto the clear, glassy flooring, Deidara quickly smoothed his hair and tie. Still glossy from the recent shower, his blond hair was almost dry, but still slightly damp underneath. Pulled into its usual pony, the chunk of gold hair still hung thickly over his blind eye. His hands ran over his white, button-up shirt that Ino had so thoughtfully dug out from Iruka's closet, as well as a matching blue tie. Black dress pants fit snugly around his legs, hanging off his hips sensually—courtesy to a torturous shopping trip with his said sister who dragged him to about every store in the outrageously large Konoha Mall.
Touching his bruised eye gently, he winced as it still hurt under the butterfly touch. Caked under large amounts of Ino's concealer did nothing to ease the pain. But Ino had done a miraculous job—no one would be able to tell his eye was once swimming in purples.
Deidara took a deep breath. This was it. His first day. He hoped with all his might upon whatever star was out there that today would go normally. Perfectly, if possible. He needed this job. After finally receiving it, he was not about to let all his hard work slip away. Breathe, Deidara. You can do this.
He stepped away from the clear glass door and towards the same odd desk assistant he had met yesterday. The one with the swirly mask—Tobi. That was his name. The one with the childish manner and hyperactive attitude that so reminded the blond of Naruto. Only, perhaps the blond was just a little more discreet thanks to the Kyuubi. Tobi was just…crazy. Yah, shit crazy.
Tobi stature immediately brightened with he saw the blond approach.
"Deidara-sempai! Tobi is so happy you got the job! That means Tobi will be seeing Deidara lots more! Did you bring Tobi's lollipops this time?"
Deidara mused, the slightest twitch of his mouth indicating a hidden smile.
"Arigato Tobi. That's right, un, we will be seeing each other a lot more. And sorry, I don't usually carry lollipops with me. Would you like me to bring some next time, un?"
"Oh would you, Sempai? That would make Tobi's heart overfill with happiness! Deidara-sempai is so nice!"
Deidara blushed slightly, red coloring his tan cheeks.
"Er—thank you, un?"
Tobi just turned happily around in his chair once before pulling into a sudden stop. His gloved fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard in front of him as he spoke.
"Alright Deidara-sempai! You have to go see Uchiha-sama first, he requested it. He says Sasori is with him. You remember the room number?" Tobi glanced up, looking curiously at the blond through his one eye.
"Yes, un, B10 on the fourth floor, correct?"
"Right on, Sempai! You'll do great! Good luck on your first day!"
Deidara gave a wave as he walked to the elevator down the right hallway. The entire walk there was lavishly decorated with furnished couches and dainty tables. Flowers stood in beautiful arrays in porcelain vases. Paintings of various still life were hung across the broad walls, each fit for its place.
The blond was most interested in the ceramic vases that stood on some mahogany tables. They're design was very stunning—done so by a very skilled potter. Deidara could tell, his eye never missing so slightly as a detail within the fixture. He had not noticed such beauty his first time since he was much more worried for his interview. Now he had the privilege of witnessing such artistic craftsmanship. It was truly inspiring.
He reached the elevator in due time, pressing the button several times when the elevator did not immediately open. Inspecting the artistry around him, it was not until he heard the noise did he realize the elevator doors had opened. And no, the noise was not the absurd ding of the machinery, but the loudness of certain crude language.
"—LOOK HERE LITTLE FUCKER, IF YOU SO MUCH AS FUCKING LOOK AT ME, I WILL MAKE SURE TO TWIST THAT FUCKING NECK OF YOURS INTO TWO FUCKING DISTINCT PIECES, THAT YOUR SHIT-ASS MOTHER WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO TELL THEM APART! DID I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR, YOU DAMN ASSHOLE?"
A very terrified looking worker almost bowled Deidara over in a hasty attempt to get away from the less-than-welcoming man who was still cussing at him. The blond suddenly felt very uneasy getting onto the elevator, as seeing that the white-blond man had not gotten off.
Pink eyes full of spiteful fire immediately sized up the blond who was looking at him.
"AND WHO DO YOU FUCKING THINK YOU'RE STARING AT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER? GODDAMMIT, WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?"
Not looking away, the blond mustered his courage and stepped into the elevator with the dangerous man. Fuck, he was scared for his life, but this was a work place. He couldn't so easily be killed in such a place. Right?
"WELL?" A white-blond eyebrow arched at the blond who had yet to say something.
What? Oh right, he hadn't introduced himself yet.
"Ano, I'm Deidara and—"
"Goddammit, I meant, got any fucking excuse for staring at me like a fucking fag?"
Well, at least Hidan wasn't screeching on the top of his lungs anymore.
"Well, un, I don't really—"
"What? No petty excuse for your fucking stare? Do you know how fucking awkward it is having little cunts stare at you all the fucking damn time? It gets damn old, that's what."
Deidara was getting a little ticked at this man, whoever he was. All he had done was interrupt the blond, which quite frankly was getting on his nerves. There was nothing that pissed Deidara more than not being able to finish a thought.
"Will you quit interrupting me already?"
Hidan looked taken-aback—but only for a moment before relapsing into his usual sneer.
"Oh really? And who the fucking hell do you think you are, thinking you're the goddamn boss around here?" He paused before looking the blond up and down. "Hey, I've never seen you before. Are you the new fag fucking Itachi hired? This shithole has enough fags. Why the goddamn hell does that fucking pervert keep hiring more? Useless, if you ask me; the whole fucking load of 'em. They can all burn in hell, for all I goddamn care."
The little blond was very close to snapping by this point, as the pale bastard took no notice. When the door sprang opened, Deidara was literally sprinting out. It would not do any good if he snapped in there. Not after all the work he did to get in.
At this point, it would probably be good to mention that if the blond had looked back, he would have noticed the white-blond man getting off at the fourth floor as well. And seemed to be heading the same direction too. But oblivious Deidara was fuming—and when he fumed, his eyes saw nothing.
Itachi sat with a straight posture in his seat. Not that he normally sat this way at all, but at work it was one of those things necessary to keep up a good reputation. His pale fingers lightly tapped the glassy white table, his oval-shaped fingernails brushing over the surface. His tie was straight, clothes unwrinkled. The small slate hung on his desk firmly—withholding his name and status.
Itachi Uchiha
CEO of Akatsuki
Branch superintendent of Uchiha Corporations
Akatsuki was the title given to Itachi's branch of the corporation. It was solely in charge of investigation purposes. Itachi—being at large, the boss of such a branch was always justified with such criminal records and past crimes. Boring to some, but to him it was life. Perhaps, keeping such a sharp eye on the former gang that had once murdered his mother so casually was the reason for his attitude. Nonetheless, his work was not something preferably enjoyed, but rather the lack of it. Keeping with the constant stream of updates cleared his mind and often made him feel in control of things. Control was what drove Itachi. Always control.
If he had kept such control, could he have prevented his mother's death? Always the question, lacking the answer. Of course, no ordinary 10-year-old would have ever stood a chance against such a famed group of fighters, yet Itachi's mind was of steel. A decision firmly seen through dark Uchiha eyes was something he controlled. His will, he controlled. And he would end the famed group Anzen once and for all.
Revenge was also something that fueled his ambitions. But revenge rested softly upon the elder Uchiha's shoulders. More firmly did they sit upon the younger, whose eyes were not yet clear enough to see the murky depths of life itself like the older. Perhaps, only in time…
Itachi continued to sit motionless, back arched so straight his subordinates could only wince at the thought of holding such a posture 24/7. The tapping of his finger continued in a moderate pace, never slowing or increasing in speed.
His mother's death day, only in six days. Six casual days. Not even his father would be around to visit. Never once had his father ever stayed around during her renounceddeath date. Never once, in the 12 soulless years he had bore through after her death. Not once, even stayed to look straight into his elder son's eyes, if only to see the darkness of rejection in them.
Perhaps, Itachi's idle thinking continued, Fugaku was inwardly a coward. Someone who held such preposterous power in his single finger, but insides craving of desolation. Or possibly a man unable to think at the brink of his own wife's death. Enough to leave his two miserable sons to celebrate such a dreadful date on their own.
And Sasuke, his little brother—had Itachi been able to prevent Mikoto's early death, could his brother's image have changed drastically? Itachi had often mused, perhaps wondered what his otouto's stature would have been like had his mother survived. But, now was not the time to be dwelling in his thoughts.
A soft rapping resounded against his door; Itachi's face only giving away a single blink.
"Come in."
Red hair peeked from behind the corner as the door was opened. Sasori Akasuna stepped in, his light footsteps not at all different from a wooden doll's. Face washed in white, uninterested eyes lingering steadily on his higher-ranked boss, pale fingers gently released the silver doorknob. Upon entering, no words were exchanged. Just a nod.
They both were immersed in utter silence as Itachi's laptop gave a high-pitched sound. Glancing at the new note, Itachi thanked Tobi, his fingers finally tapping on something worth the sound. Apparently Deidara was on his way here. Perfect.
Itachi relayed the information to Sasori, using the least amount of words specified. The redhead understood, knowing with inexplicable knowledge what days were creeping by. Itachi was always more drawn and silent during such a week as this. His mother's death may have impacted him more than he'd like to know, but all his underlings always knew that once a year their boss would become unattached. It may have bothered them, which was solved by utter avoidance. The avoided their president like a plague during these times, where even Itachi's perverseness withdrew from his former.
A/N: Ano, ano, I know, not much of an ending at all. But I was stopped in mid summary to finish a call. So here it is. I'm uploading right before I study for math and go to bed. Now, to tackle sleep...Night! ^.~