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"Sasuke, I've got terrible news!" Sakura exclaimed, latching herself to said raven's arm. She had just now, after an hour (almost two) of non stop mouth movement, finished telling Sasuke all about her day. Apparently she almost got into a full blown fist-fight with her so-called best friend and rival model, Ino Yamanaka. They got into their usual I'm-better-than-you banter and had had to be separated by their photographers. Sasuke was rather surprised that when the day was over and they were no longer on the job, they acted like sisters. He would never understand the female brain…
"What's that baby (SasunaruTLA: *gag*)?" the raven asked, walking into his living room, Sakura still attached to his arm.
"I found out, just before I left the studio, that I have to go to Spain for a photo shoot," the pink-haired woman pouted. "But," she said, getting a huge smile upon her face, "I can pull a few strings and maybe you can come with me…?" She had such a hopeful look on her face that Sasuke hated to say no but…
"I can't Sakura, you know that," Sasuke said, sitting down on his overly large and comfortable black leather couch. "I have music to work on and just before you got here, a guy named Naruto came and asked me if I could make some CDs with him. Apparently, his manager and my manager are friends or something." He shrugged his shoulders and pulled the girl into his lap.
"Sasuke," she whined; he hated that sound, it was really high pitched and sharp. "I think you love your music more than me," she exclaimed, "Every time I go out of town or something and offer to take you with me, you always choose your music first. Like about two months ago, I had to travel two hours away and you didn't even visit. You said you were busy." She pouted and her green eyes started looking teary.
"Oh gods Sakura," the raven said, slightly pleading, "Don't make that face… please…" He reached up and pulled her lips to his. (*author has stepped away momentarily as to not barf onthe keyboard* Otay, I'm back). The kiss was simple and short. "I don't choose my music over you," he said, still gently holding her face; he smiled softly at her (Uh-oh…), "It's just that it's my job, just as modeling is yours. I have to pay the bills somehow right?" He kissed her gently again (*bleh*).
"Yeah, I guess," the model said, still slightly pouting. But then she shrugged; "There's always my next trip right?" she asked, her mood completely changing.
"Yes, of course," the raven replied. "When do you leave?" he asked. He leaned back into the couch and almost sighed contentedly; his couch was so comfortable…
"Tomorrow," came a mumbled and dejected reply.
"What!?" the raven exclaimed, snapping his full attention to his girlfriend. "How long will you be gone?" He stared at her with wide eyes.
"I'll be gone for three months, possibly longer…" she replied, tearing up again. "My boss said that she would have told me sooner, but she didn't find out until today, when the job was offered. She said it was too big of a chance for our agency to pass up."
"I don't see why," Sasuke said sourly, "You already have the world's most beautiful female model; what more do you need?"
"You mean models," Sakura said, "a lot of girls work there."
"Who said I was talking about them?" he asked, capturing Sakura's lips again with his own.
"Sasuke!" the model exclaimed, long trip forgotten, "You're so sweet!" She wrapped her arms around his pale neck and kissed him deeply.
"Don't tell anyone," the raven replied with a smirk. He leaned in to kiss her some more, but a phone ringing interrupted him. "Shit…" he breathed, reluctantly removing himself from Sakura's grasp.
He walked to the kitchen and snatched the phone off the wall. "Who the hell is it and what do you want?" he snapped angrily.
"You saw him right? He was sexy wasn't he? Those pouty lips and tan skin… "
"Kakashi?" Sasuke questioned, hearing his manager over the phone. The words registered in his mind a second later. Of course it was Kakashi, who else would start a conversation with 'pouty lips'? "Who are you talking about? What are you talking about?"
"A Mr. Uzamaki came to your house today right?" the man asked, as if Sasuke were stupid.
"Kakashi," the raven exclaimed, disbelief clearly etched into his voice, "You sick bastard. Naruto is way too young for you."
"No, no, no," the man said, "not Naruto you idiot… the blonde's manager, Iruka Umino. He is absolutely gorgeous. He reminds me of one… of my… books… Wait. You think Naruto is sexy?"
"What!?" Sasuke exclaimed. "Where did that come from!?" For some reason, his face felt a little warm. What the hell was Kakashi talking about?
"I asked if you saw 'him', you said 'who?' I asked if Naruto came to your house, you automatically assumed I was talking about the blonde… Don't deny it Sasuke."
"I am not denying anything," the raven replied, the heat leaving his cheeks.
"So you're admitting to thinking the blonde is sexy?" The perverted manager asked, his teasing smile evident in his amused voice.
"Can you please stop twisting my words around Kakashi? You're giving me a headache."
"No, what's giving you a headache is your denial. Just admit it, you think Naruto is sexy."
"No, you're giving me a headache, and I'm about to hang up." The raven rubbed his forehead, trying in vain to ease the pain he could feel starting up. Why did two of the most important people to him hurt is head so much? At least they weren't together… He rubbed his head a little harder.
"Fine, back to why I called," Sasuke could hear the pout in the man's voice; he was such an over-grown perverted toddler, "Did you see him?"
"I only saw Naruto," Sasuke replied.
"You only had eyes for Naruto…"
"What?" the raven asked darkly.
"Nothing… So, the other day, I ran into this gorgeous brunette in the music studio, literally. He apologized non-stop until I finally introduced my self and convinced him that it was okay. So then there was this almost awkward silence where I was just looking at him, and he had the most delectable blush on his face. He seemed to finally get some courage to ask me if I could help him with his client/son who is trying to make a CD. I told him I would listen to the boy sing if he would do something for me first. He agreed without knowing what I had planned and I got him to go on a date with me."
"That's black-mail Kakashi," the raven said amused.
"Well it worked didn't it?" Sasuke chuckled. "Anyways, we went on our date and I tried really hard not be too perverted, but I lost a little bit of control when he got some chocolate syrup on his cheek from his dessert and I couldn't reach my napkin…"
"You licked it off didn't you?" Sasuke asked, already knowing the answer.
"It was only a little bit, and he didn't even get mad at me, he just blushed a bright red."
"I'm surprised you don't make my CD covers look like pornos Kakashi."
"Would you let me?"
"Hold on, let me think… hell no."
"Then stop interrupting me. So, we left the restaurant and I dropped him off at his house where I met Naruto. He's a really sweet kid; you couldn't even tell he was blind. Surprisingly, I felt a little guilty about the chocolate syrup incident, so I offered to listen to the blonde sing then and I would let them know if you two could work together the next day."
"And…?" Sasuke prompted, some what anxiously. "Can he sing?"
"Sasuke," the perverted man said seriously, "That boy can sing just as well as you can play your best instrument, possibly better. He has probably one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard. I'm sure even an angel would kill to sing like him."
Hmm… so the blonde could sing that well? "When are we going to start working?" the raven asked.
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"Naruto," Iruka called from downstairs, "dinner's ready!"
"Okay," Naruto called down. Iruka was still unsure why he allowed the blonde to have a room upstairs. He knew the blonde was perfectly capable of making his way safely downstairs, but the father in him worried. What if one day, he wasn't home and Naruto miscalculated his steps and fell to his eminent death by breaking his young neck. What if—
"Iruka, are you worrying about me again?"
The brunette man spun around to face the blonde boy who had made it safely down the steps. He flushed slightly. How could the blonde always see right through him, even when he could see nothing else? "Sorry Naruto," the man said, "but you know how I feel about you living upstairs."
"I'm eighteen Iruka, not four. I'm perfectly fine." The blonde walked confidently to the kitchen table and sat down. He knew exactly where everything was and he could find his way around the house like he could still use his eyes.
"Okay Mr. Eighteen-year old," Iruka replied with a smirk, setting a plate down in front of his son, "But just wait, one day you'll make me mad enough to rearrange the house," he said sitting across from the boy. "Then, you'll listen to me and move down here where I won't have to worry about you breaking your neck."
"You know you wouldn't change the house on me," the blonde said with an adorable smile, "You love me too much."
"When you make those cute faces who couldn't?" Iruka replied. He watched as Naruto reached a hand up to grab a fork. Every time they ate together in the house, Iruka would put everything down exactly in the same spot as it was the day before. He made sure to put everything where Naruto knew it would be. And, the blonde knew Iruka too well because he really wouldn't suddenly change the layout of the house, no matter how mad he got.
"So Iruka," the blonde asked, swallowing a bite of rice, "When do we get to work on the CD?"
"I'm not sure when you and Uchiha-san will work together." The man replied, smiling. He had to fight off laughter when Naruto blanched and spit out another bite of rice.
"Iruka!" the blonde exclaimed, face flushing a bright red, "I wasn't asking about Sasuke. I was just asking when we, you and me, could start working." He glared in Iruka's direction, knowing full well that his father was trying not to laugh.
"Oh," the man said, feigning innocence, "I thought you meant we, as in you and Uchiha-san. Why are you asking about you and me? You are working with him."
"Then I guess you'll be working with Kakashi then?" the blonde shot back. Ha, in your face Iruka! Naruto cheered in his head.
"Yeah I will," the brunette replied, not missing a beat although he blushed, "But not nearly as hard as you and Sasuke!"
The blonde leaned back in his chair with a horrified gasp. "Iruka!" he exclaimed. Said man just laughed. "You went on one date and he's already messed up your mind!"
"Come now Naruto don't be so embarrassed, you know you were thinking the same thing."
"Ah!" the blonde yelled, jumping from his chair, his face still bright red, "You're my dad, you can't make me think things like that!"
"So you were thinking about it?" Iruka teased. The blonde's mouth fell open and his face seemed to get redder; it looked like he was struggling to speak. "Just finish your dinner," Iruka said, "Then you can go up to your room and think about Uchiha-san all you want." The blonde felt his way back to his chair with a pout while Iruka tried to fight off the grin on his face. He wasn't meaning to tease the blonde, and he sure as hell didn't like giving the blonde certain things to think about, but he was trying to fulfill two roles: a father and a friend. Naruto would always be his son and he enjoyed being a father, but he also felt obligated to be a friend sometimes. Naruto barely had any friends so Iruka took it upon himself to be one whenever the need to be a father wasn't as important. He would tease the blonde about people he liked but then he would worry if he went out. It was hard to be two different people sometimes, but he enjoyed it.
Suddenly the phone rang. "I'll get it!" the blonde exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and running into the living room. Iruka held his breath like he always did when the blonde would run off somewhere, but he didn't hear a crash or the cursing accompanied with one. He began to eat his food.
"Hello?" Naruto said happily, "Iruka and Naruto's house."
"Is this Naruto?" came a deep and sexy voice. Naruto recognized it easily.
"Sasuke?" he questioned confused. He felt his heart beat flutter some. That was strange; they just met earlier that day.
"Yeah, this is Sasuke. I was calling to ask about tomorrow…"
"Tomorrow?" the blonde questioned, confused.
"Yes, tomorrow," the other replied, "I talked with Kakashi, and he said we could start working tomorrow as long as it was okay with Iruka. He was going to call, but I opted to instead. So what do you think?"
"Tomorrow is great," Naruto said, not even coming close to hiding the happiness in his tone, "I'm anxious to hear you play in person anyway."
"As I am anxious to hear you sing. From what I've heard, you have the voice of an angel." Was it just Naruto, or did Sasuke have a really sexy voice?
"Ha ha," the blonde laughed, a little embarrassed with a flush on his cheeks, "I don't have the voice of an angel."
"Oh, you're right," the Uchiha said, Naruto pouted slightly, "I heard it was better…" then his face broke into a smile.
"Thanks Sasuke, but I don't know if you should get your hopes up too high… I could just happen to suck out loud."
Sasuke chuckled; it was a deep and warm sound. "Well, I doubt it," he said; Naruto's heart fluttered again. "About tomorrow… I don't really like to work at the studio, mainly because most of my fans know where it is and they are incredibly distracting, so I had my own studio built at my house. I would prefer to work there, but if you wouldn't like to be at my house all the time we don't have to do it there."
"Oh, I think I'd prefer not to work at the actual studio either," the blonde replied, "I've been there a few times and I don't like it. It's kind of smothering and I can never get the feel of the music. It kind of makes me feel like it's just a job to them… Sorry," he mumbled then, "I guess that sounds pretty stupid, it is a job…"
"No," Sasuke replied a weird softness in the tone of his voice; it was kind of like… hmm… like he'd just discovered something amazing, "I think that describes how it makes me feel too. To them making music is making money, to me it's a passion." There was silence for a moment and for some reason Naruto felt anxious and more fluttery. "Come to my house around lunch time, my girlfriend is leaving in the morning so I should take care of her first." The fluttery feeling in Naruto's heart went away, being replaced by a slight twinge; he'd (amazingly) forgotten that Sasuke had a girlfriend. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Um, yeah, I'll get Iruka to bring me around 12:30; is that too early?" The blonde was highly disappointed for some reason.
"No, that's fine. I'll see you then… Bye." And then he hung up.
"So Naruto," Iruka questioned, from the kitchen, "how long will you and Uchiha-san be going at it?"
The blonde blanched and his feeling of disappointment was quickly replaced with that of tremendous horror. "What do mean 'going at it'!?!?!?" he exclaimed loudly. "Has Kakashi rubbed off on you that much!?!?!?"
"Hey, hey, hey, I meant how long were you going to be at Sasuke's house… you did that one all by yourself." Naruto tried to glare at his father, but his sightless eyes looked a good foot away from him. Iruka laughed. "I'm over here, Naruto," Iruka said, still laughing at the blonde's childish antics. The blonde replied by sticking his tongue out. "So when do I drop you off?"
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SasunaruTLA: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for not having updated in SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long!!! It makes me feel AWEFUL!!!!! I wrote my excuse out in my new story Yin and Yang… It was kind of long so I don't want to type it again… WOW do I feel like crap… I really am sorry… PLEASE REVIEW!!! I have so many things to catch up on… but I will!!!! I PROMISE!!!!! bow