So…I'm BAAAAAAAAAACKK. NO. MORE. EXAM WARS! MWAHHHAHHAHA. Sorry for the wait my lovelies.

Disclaimer:

This is a DeanBeans NarutoxSasuke production of massive proportions. The characters and the original stories I unfortunately do not own but I'm working on that (along with every other fanfic writer but whatevs I like the competition).

If you don't like then…*drops head* I'm sorry. Review and tell me why. No flames please. If you have enough time to flame then you have enough time to get a life that's productive.

Onwards on a new adventure!

Sasuke alternated between standing in front of Iruka's office door for a few seconds and pacing back and forth for a few minutes while muttering little encouragements to his self. He could do this. It was just a simple question, just asking for advice. It wasn't life threatening or anything. There was no need to pace…wait. Pace?

He was pacing.

He. Was. Pacing.

Like a little girl waiting for her prom date to ring the doorbell to her house.

Sasuke couldn't believe what he was reduced to thanks to that blond dobe. Sasuke Uchiha didn't pace. If he paced that would mean he was anxious. And if he was anxious then he most definitely was nervous and the Co-CEO just didn't do nervous. That was for all the other wannabe CEOs that came to visit him and his brother on business deals or for their employees presenting big projects that could make or break their careers. Even with all that said Sasuke was still pacing in front of his head of Communication's office just because he couldn't figure out how to go about seducing a damn dobe.

Oh boy what was he going to do? This would be a disaster he could feel it. Not a Kakashi or an Itachi level disaster but damn well close enough. He had no idea how to go about showing his sexy, tempting, and all around delicious blond bodyguard how much he really cared.

Why the hell was he surrounded by incompetents? He wouldn't have been forming a permanently indented trail in the tile floor outside of Iruka's office if he had at least one other person that wasn't sadistic, perverted, desperate or just all around stupid who could give him sound advice (as much as he is loathe to admit he actually needs help).

Those idiots he calls coworkers inadvertently put him in a situation where he could very well be murdered. If the enraged Iruka he had to deal with was any indication, the young Uchiha was sure the brunet would tear him a couple new ones if he had an inkling that Sasuke would hurt Naruto.

Because of those pieces of shit, he now was two feet away from using Naruto's adoptive father as a resource. The same father who threatened him with body harm should anything ever happen to his Naruto. The same man who Sasuke was sure had a split personality when Naruto was involved in anything remotely dangerous like swinging on a playground (Now Sasuke is just being irrational).

…

Maybe not that far.

How was he going to do this? First off, he didn't even know how he was supposed to go about asking. What was he supposed to do? Just barge in there and say "Iruka, I want to seduce your sexy adopted son. Tell me how to do it." Sasuke could tell that the shit would hit the fan (and maybe the expensive carpet too he wasn't sure) pretty quickly.

He finally stopped pacing and gave a long-suffering sigh. He whipped his head around and glared at his employees who dared stare at him during his mental tirade.

A glare the temperature of a Russian winter with the hardness of a diamond was all he needed to get his communication section back on track. Honestly, they didn't have time to sit there and be nosy. They had shit to do. Shit the Uchiha was paying them to do.

Sasuke gave one more sigh. To hell with this shit. He was going to put on his big boy pants now, enter the office and request Iruka's help. He was done with acting the anxious, pacing, nervous, pile of worthless human. He was a boss of a prestigious company and he was going to act like it.

As soon as he walked into the room and Iruka looked at him with those big chocolate eyes, all previous bravado and half-baked plans flew out his head. Those big boy pants fell off. So he just went with the flow.

"Iruka. I need to talk to you. It's about Naruto."

Sasuke immediately realized the error of introducing the 'Naruto' subject in such an ominous way when he saw Iruka's face melt into panicked horror. Before he could even reassure his head of Communications, the man flew into a panicked tirade.

"How is he? Is he okay? He didn't get shot did he? No car accident?"

And Sasuke lost for words just answered with a simple "No." Iruka stared at him for a couple more seconds before sinking back into his chair with a relieved sigh. Then once again his demeanor changed and Sasuke was now staring into the face of a guardian lion.

"Sasuke. You didn't do anything to him did you? You do remember the agreement right?"

The Uchiha shook his head side to side immediately. There was no way he was putting his life in danger one minute after walking into the room.

"I didn't do anything to him and yes I remember the agreement."

Sweet Bunny Iruka was back with a sunshine smile.

"Well that's good. So what did you want to talk about?"

How about how I want your son in my bed for the next week straight, with whipped cream and strawberries.

Since he obviously couldn't say something like that and he still had no idea how to go about asking advice, let alone asking advice on how to seduce someone, he provided the universal Uchiha word as an answer.

"Hn."

"I'm sorry?"

"Hn."

The Co-CEO stared as the other frowned for a little bit before picking up the phone and making a call.

"Hey. Can you come down to the office for a bit? I need you to translate for me. Yeah, I'm sure. Yeah…No! This is not the time! Just get down here!"

"Sorry about that. Can you just wait a moment."

There was a knock at the door and a tuft of silver hair entered and Sasuke internally groaned, externally glared. This was not going how he wanted it to go.

"Iruuukaaa. You know you don't have to use such an excuse to see me. I will always come running to you…oh hello Sasuke. What are you doing here?"

Sasuke glared harder.

"Hn."

"Now that's just rude."

Iruka cleared his throat.

"I called you down here Kakashi because Sasuke wanted to ask me something about Naruto but he seemed hesitant to speak about it. He started speaking Uchiha and I needed a translator."

Huh. Did Iruka really just call in a translator for the young Uchiha? It's not like he wouldn't have started speaking normally. He did want answers afterall.

"Oh. Anything for my dear dolphin. So Sasuke what's the problem?"

Sasuke snorted.

"Hey I'm trying to help out. It's not nice to insult me. So why don't you tell your merciful godfather what's wrong with you and Naruto hmmm."

Sasuke glared.

"Yeah but Iruka can't understand you."

Sasuke glared more and then sighed. He really didn't want to get Kakashi involved in this because the guy could be ridiculously annoying. Sasuke just knew his godfather (and it's a damn shame that he was his godfather) would enjoy this.

"Glad you see it my way."

Iruka just sat there stunned. The conversation that followed consisted of grunts, glares, blank looks, and "hn's" (because hn's are much different from just a regular grunt) and the occasional Kakashi input. It was fascinating to see.

Towards the end of their little talk/grunt session, Kakashi nodded with a perverted grin on his face (not that they could see it under his scarf. But you can tell by that ridiculously perverted sparkle in his eyes) and Sasuke rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"So what I have gathered from Sasuke's antisocial conversational skills…don't glare you know its true…is that he's interested in Naruto."

Kakashi said it in such a delighted voice you would have thought he was getting a week-off from work. Iruka blinked.

"interested?"

"Yes Iruka. Interested."

Iruka blinked some more then turned to Sasuke.

"So. You like Naruto."

A sharp nod was his response.

Now that shocked him. He was not expecting the young Uchiha to come to his office to tell him he liked his ball of sunshine. Seeing as how Sasuke didn't usually like bright and bubbly things, he expected the blonde to have annoyed Sasuke. Guess he was wrong.

"Okay so what do you expect me to do?"

"Well you see my poor poor godson is here because."

"Kakashi. Shut up."

Those were the first words he had spoken since Kakashi entered the office. It was time Sasuke took this matter into his own hands before Kakashi got it in his mind to help too.

He did say he was going to put on his big boy pants. Well time to secure them properly with a belt so that they don't fall off again like they did earlier.

"I...don't know how to go about convincing him that I like him."

Iruka just stared.

"Hmm. Well I'll tell you how to get close to him but it is his choice. And Sasuke my threat, no sorry, my suggestion is still in effect."

Iruka really needed to stop switching on his intimidation. It was freaky.

"Alright well here is the first thing you have to do."

Sasuke left the office feeling enlightened.

Seems he was right to ask advice of Iruka even if it was riddled with threats.

Well next on the agenda is implementing Iruka's advice into plans. Step one here we go.

Well something about this chapter is weird. Not sure if I like it all that much but... Get ready for Sasuke and his plans!

SO you see that wonderful button underneath. It's all new and shiny and blue. Look at it. Look. Tell me you don't want to push it. I know you want to, I can feel it. Don't let anyone hold you back just do it…dooooooooo iiiiiitttttttt.