A/N: God, do you know how much my fucking neck hurts? I'll tell you: like hell. I've been practically glued to the computer screen for hours on end every day, studying my fucking ass off. Finals-in both math, science and history. I'm a literal zombie as of the moment...glazed eyes, crazy hair; all that jazz.

So don't you dare say any shit about my writing. I'm not in the mood. I'm cranky and you'd better be hell-a lot thankful for an update because I'm practically showering in my own sweat over here.

Now read and review. Don't make me beg, because I won't do it, hunny.

My last history and math finals are tomorrow, so I'll be released after that. But on Friday I'm leaving for vacation and won't be back til the 13th of June. So, don't expect quick updates then either. It'll have to wait until after, or maybe-if I'm a sneaky devil, I'll be able to slip away from my crazy cousins to type a few paragraphs. *.*

Alright, done for now. Go away.

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: Girl, I wish I owned Naruto, but sadly I don't. Instead, I'm grasping onto my sanity by a fingernail as I dive into more textbooks than Edward Elric could ever read during his studies. [Yes, another FMA relation. God am I tired. -yawns-]

Chapter Fifteen

Of course, being Deidara, he nonchalantly glanced at the closed door of his office. For some strange reason, the hairs of his neck still prickled though the room was obviously empty. He just could not shake off the odd feeling of someone watching him. It had happened numerous times before, but now he could fully determine that there was definitely someone watching him. Perhaps from past experience, but Deidara was often the first to pick up when someone was tailing him. In times of mission, out of the group he was the one who always felt it first. The unsettling sensation of being followed.

And now, the blond could most definitely feel it in the odd atmosphere. It gave off an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Blowing a piece of the floppy bang from his face, he set the file down on one side of his desk, while his other hand picked up another one. Head bent down, the blonde's single eye was circulating around the room. He was right, he could pinpoint a hidden camera in the corner of his room, right under the clock. To any normal eye, it was just a single black marble glued to the wall, but its glassy surface was something Deidara was all to accustomed with. It was definitely a camera.

Again, his eye circulated to the other end, near the window. Moving his eye slowly up the surface, he once again found yet another black marble. Another camera. Moving to the corner, where an innocent potted plant stood, there stuck another one. How conspicuous could this corporation get?

Looking around a few more times, though masking his movements with little hair-tosses and neck stretches, Deidara recovered two other cameras in other angles. In all, they seemed to leave no blind spot. Or at least, to any worker behind the cameras they wouldn't. But unknown to most people, the blond actually specialized in technologies such as spyware and useful gadgets. Hell, in the gang he was actually the one behind all the computer networks including hacking and firewalls, though his main objectives were in building weapons and his favorite…bombs. He could spot a hidden edge that would be unable to be seen through the cameras. But, since he was suppose to be working, it would be very suspicious of him to suddenly disappear off the cameras. No, he would have to read them in plain sight.

As of now, his goal was not to give off any type of suspicious aura, as he was already being watched in the first place. But his job was to view different files for crime connections and patterns right? So he had every right to read these files…as long as it looked as if he were comparing it to a different one.

Softly picking up the single manila folder labeled Anzen; he opened its contents and splayed out the different pages. There were quite a few pages, all written in bold, black ink. He took another folder from the stack labeled Shimzu Clan and spread its contents open as well. Tapping his nose lightly with the edge of his finger, he slowly fingered through the contents of his original folder.

Anzen: Japanese for Safety

Crimes/Dates:

June 3rd: Death of Cantonese family – included:

Father: Au Hok Ying ; Age: 44

Mother: Au Wai Ling ; Age: 38

Son: Au Sau Ha ; Age: 14

Murdered by gunshot, multiple shots in each body. Death: Instantaneous

Found with symbol.

July 24th: Death of police official: Jason Lin; Age: 22

Died of gas bomb containing Cyanide. Death: Dead upon sighting

Found with symbol.

August 22nd: Death of drug dealer: Mason Shield; Age: 23

Death by Coke poisoning. Death: Dead upon sighting

Found with symbol.

Deidara leafed through pages, mostly listing the same results. Almost all of them were dead upon sighting, but they all carried the same phrase at the end: Found with symbol. Each time this was listed, there was a black and white picture of a tiny emblem drawn from blood. As Deidara turned the page in a circle to enhance the image, he noticed something. When you turned the image clockwise about a 90-degree shift, the circle in the middle looked like an exaggerated letter 'G'. A cross went through the top, dividing the almost-circle into four parts, though the line that split the letter horizontally was cut short.

Setting the picture down, he continued to read. That is, until he came upon a particular one. It was marked with three golden stars on the crisp edge, and the lettering was written in red.

February 20th: Death of wife of Uchiha Corporations: Mikoto Uchiha; Age: 35

Husband: Fugaku Uchiha; Age: 38 – head of Uchiha Corporations

Older Son: Itachi Uchiha; Age: 10

Younger Son: Sasuke Uchiha; Age: 5

Death by knife; stabbing indicated in abdomen and stomach area. Death: Dead upon sighting

***Itachi Uchiha was said to have seen her right before her death

Found with symbol.

Deidara gripped the paper tightly, his single eye reflecting his distress. He knew his gang's former reputation as well as the havoc they had once caused. But this, this was insightfully different.

Flipping the last page of the long list of killings, he overlooked the viewing of his gang.

Last sighted: Suna – Moderate region

Known gang members:

Kyuubi: Identification-uncertain – 'Kyuubi' only gang name, seen with blond hair.

Blue-man: Identification-uncertain – Skin tinted blue, carries large sword

Tattoo-man: Identification-uncertain – Large body tattoo up each arm

Fujin: Identification-uncertain – 'Fujin' only gang name, carries fan

*All seen wearing ski-masks

Other members: Identities-unknown; Identifying features-unknown

Total estimated members: 10

Deidara counted from the top of his head: Blue, Plant-eater, Naruto, Me, Ino, Iruka, Fujin, Fish-boy, Carrot-top…that's 10 including everyone. Oh, and Leader-sama. That makes 11. They're off by one. But Leader's never in the action so that's understandable.

Overlooking the other information, he quickly stored it all in his memory bank, ready to share with the others when he got a chance. This was important news, because though he wasn't surprised that a police force and industry such as Uchiha Corporations held their identities as a gang, it was surprising to find just how many tabs they actually found on them. It would prove to be most beneficial.

He quickly resorted to the other folder, though finding its contents quite more lacking than the former, he pretended for the sake of the cameras to be finding a connection. Tapping his pen against his chin, he sighed thoughtfully. This would be a long morning.

"Honestly, Sasuke, are you going to quite sulking anytime soon? The rest of us are trying to eat. That dark vapor hanging over your head is releasing unwanted tension." Neji's smirk only widened as the said raven turned on his Uchiha glare. It was scary, mind you, but after being on the meeting end almost every day, you kind of get used to it.

"I'm not sulking, Hyuuga." Sasuke protested. He was met with blank stares. What? Uchiha's don't sulk, Sasuke thought as he gave a delicate sniff.

Naruto was happily stuffing his face with his food, though paying more attention to his manners than he usually cared to. Ino's work finally paid off, he thought with a smile. And what made the meal even more enjoyable was the pouting Uchiha facing him. It gave him a good rush to know he had outspoken the stupid teme. Even if the said bastard was the oh-so-popular Uchiha. Like I give a damn, the blond thought as he took a particular satisfying chomp on his fork of noodles. I could kick his white ass from here all the way to Hollywood if I wanted to.

"Oi, Teme, is the food to poor for your tastes?" Naruto just felt the urge to dig at the Uchiha, who suddenly met his eyes with just as much fire. Shikamaru gave a deep sigh, staring idly at his fork. Just breathing the same air as these to idiots was giving him a troublesome headache.

Sasuke, who had yet to pick up his fork, replied evenly—as expected of the pristine Uchiha.

"Of course not. I'm the one who picked the restaurant. Get your facts straight before you butt in, Usuratonkachi."

"Well, I, for one, am enjoying my meal. Hard to enjoy such a fine meal, when you don't—hm, per say, pick up your fork to eat it."

As to prove the blond wrong, the raven slowly unwrapped his silverware before dipping the glossy end into his meal. The cheese sprinkled noodles were lifted with a steady hand as they disappeared into a waiting mouth. Sasuke smirked as he chewed, before swallowing silently. He eyed the blond defiantly as if to say what now? The blond just smiled as he bent to take in another mouthful of his own noodles. The rest of the group took a relaxed breath. So far, a full on brawl had yet to break out. And Shikamaru planned to keep it that way.

A day ago—no an hour ago, if you had told Shikamaru that Sasuke would be kicking dolphins with a lowly blond, he would have chuckled at the absurdity and sent you back hiccupping. But now, as he closely examined both men with a critical eye, he concluded that the Uchiha would now have no means of stopping his actions if they turned physical. A lowly act for such a high aristocrat, but then again, when did Sasuke ever truly give a damn? Perhaps in the eyes of his father, but he could care less about paparazzi. He had too much of Mikoto's justice inside him.

Shikamaru sighed again, folding his napkin thrice as he heard one of them—Sasuke this time, say yet another crude comment about the other. Whose brilliant idea was it to bring Naruto along? He glanced at his two silently amused friends, one who was outwardly smirking with satisfaction while the other was suppressing any look of amusement—though his eyes told the story.

Why was he friends with these idiots again? Oh, because he had been roped into being the chauffeur; he remembered. He was so refusing cold turkey the next time anyone asked him.

Perhaps, as Naruto now looked back, the whole lunch setting had been fairly pleasant. Over all, it was not a bad date. The sun had been shining, the grass bright green, birds were chirping; not a bad February day at all. Now, he was stuck back in the stuffy room of a school-house. Though it was furnished to shine, the tension in the room withheld the calm aura that should have been placed around such a prestigious school.

He was in Anko's class once again. It was as…interesting as the last time he had sat in there, minus the drill. She was now, with most violent adjectives, describing the Great Nations War, which had taken place almost 80 years ago. Pointing wildly at the weapons portrayed in glass casings, her fingers seemed to itch towards the pointy tools. The leer prominent on her face was quite disturbing as all the kids would agree, though no one said a word while they took notes. With such a face, the kids had no faith that she would not pull a stunt as holding a knife to their necks, if it gave any means to stop senseless talking.

Gaara was again seated quietly next to the blond, whose blue eyes were glazed over. The redhead chuckled at the dreamy expression on the blond, not caring that there was possibly a line of saliva trailing across his borrowed textbook. He never liked the old smelly books anyway, though they were required to be checked out from the teacher's library. Anko continued to speak, as pencils continued to scratch.

Naruto was not actually thinking of, per say, his favorite food this time. No, instead his mind was on the recent conversation he had held with possibly the four most powerful people of his time. His brain was still reeling over the fact that the Neji Hyuuga had asked him to dine with them. That was completely absurd! Though, he had to admit, he did not like the raven-haired teme one bit. That asshole, Sasuke Uchiha—that pompous bastard was just as stuck up as the back of his hair. Damn his good looks and pristine heritage. He was lucky, born into such a rich family, as well as having looks, money and power all handed to him on a silver platter. It just wasn't fair.

But as always, life was never fair. It was really more like rolling a die, where the rules were changed. One roll of life, you could get an ace—perfect family, life, and all the riches in the world. Or, you could end up in the broken family—or worse, no family at all. That was Naruto, though his life had drastically changed since he had met his foster family. It had filled the gap in his heart to a dry maximum, though the blond wondered why his chest still ached like so. Like he was still missing something, no matter how hard he tried.

And all during lunch, the blond recalled sourly, the raven and himself had bantered back and forth. There were heated debates on politics, ways and styles of life, dress, and media. It had been almost tiring for the two of them, but to the others—Naruto just had to imagine how amusing it must have been for them. Sasuke-teme had more than once insulted his status as the lowest of the low, as well as going as far as saying his background was the cause for his stupidity and blondness. Needless to say, Naruto did not appreciate the insult which resulted in another exchange of offenses.

Though, the blond had to admit, the food was very fancy. A bit too fancy for his own tastes, but a luxury in itself was a delight. The blond rarely—if at all, ever had any "fancy" food, since of course; his foster family was dirt poor. Iruka barely scrapped by enough for the home they were currently stationed at, though the kids did not mind much. Deidara, Ino, and Naruto had always lived on less, so somewhere to call home and people to call family was something treasured deeply by all of them. And Iruka himself was a lonely man, who only on strict occasions ever revealed his past. Naruto could only guess how much hurt that man had underwent alone. However he tried to use much of his actions to make up for them. Naruto was just that kind of person, always wanting to cheer people up and make their lives better—even for a little bit.

As usual, Anko was cut short in mid speech when the bell rang, the sound of thundering kids blocking out the rest of her bloody words. Not that she minded, as she continued to pet her cases lovingly with manicured fingers painted deep purple, her senseless voice lashing out bewitchingly. The kids looked very much relieved to get out of her class. Days that she spoke of weapons were the worst. Usually her classes were somewhat exciting, but history on weapons was her favorite. And also the most boring, as she could probably drone on all day about the different ways to stab people with a silver edged knife, or the difference between a gold-lined dragon sword or a gold-lined tiger sword. Not that the difference was huge, but she just liked talking about the possible ways blood spilled. Disturbed, you might call it, but to Anko it was a fascination. And that was also perhaps why she was one of the most feared teachers in the school. She was definitely more than a little off her rocker.

Naruto walked through the crowded hallways, fluidly dodging hassled-looking people and flying paper airplanes—folded on what looked suspiciously like Kakashi's text-book notes. However, Naruto's head was bent as his usually excited eyes were seemingly less bright than usual. He definitely had a bucket load on his mind, as it was very rare for the blond to get like this.

With so much as on his mind, he did not notice the second presence until it tapped him on the jacketed shoulder. That was, in which he jumped about a foot high before whipping around.

Tenten Yuri stood there with a bashful wave, her other hand clutching her books tightly.

"Hey, Naruto. Just wanted to say 'Hi'. How has your school day been? And where were you at lunch…we all thought you were gone on an appointment or something."

Naruto sighed, raking his messy blond spikes with a worn expression.

"Yah…something of the sort." He decided in the second not to tell her of the lunch date. It would raise too many questions—ones he could not answer fully himself.

Tenten was more perspective than most cut her out to be, though she also had a high sense of secrecy herself. She knew when to stay out of other people's business and respected their secrets as well. So instead of pursuing her question like normal, she just narrowed her eyes before dropping the subject. He was obviously lying, though she had no clue why.

"Hey, Lee's having some sort of bash at his house tonight, want to come?"

Naruto thought for a moment, before remembering that tonight was the night that he would be getting the briefing about his mission on February 25th. Fujin would not be pleased if he had to reschedule such an important overview as that.

"No, sorry, I'm busy. Maybe another time. Thanks, though."

She smiled brightly, "No problem. Well, Lee and Sakura are probably waiting for me at the door, so I'll have to get going. See you!"

Tenten walked off with her books to her locker, giving a back hand wave. Naruto waved back, though knowing she hadn't seen it anyways. He quickly turned his locker combo and pulled open the stubborn handle. It gave way, leaving his orange backpack and binders to fall out. Who said Naruto was ever a neat person—because he wasn't. In fact, he was not close at all. His room at their old house was often a nest of junk so deep that Iruka had given up on vacuuming in there. Though, since they had recently moved in, his room was still fairly clean. But clothes had already begun to be strung around parts of the carpeted floor. Along with stacks of instant ramen cups.

Which reminded the blond: Ramen. Where was Ino when you needed her? He looked around at the hallway which was slowly decreasing in kids as many of them walked out of the building. If he could convince Ino to take him to that ramen shop—Ichiraku's, he recalled briefly; then his day would be complete. He hadn't had home-cooked ramen in who-knows-how-long and his stomach was practically eating itself up. After all, he could not go to a briefing with an empty stomach. Knowing Fujin, she was probably already mad over some stupid thing and would not appreciate him complaining all throughout the meeting.

Yes, he decided. Ramen first, then the briefing.

Now where was the baka sister of his?