Welcome to the Second Chapter. I managed to write a whole nother chapter. I don't think it's as enthusiastic as the last one, but it'll do. Thanks for reading. Please review!~
Recap:
Meaning to apologize, I made eye-contact with him, trying to look regretful. The moment we made eye-contact, I felt like he was going to kill me. I honestly did. If looks could kill, he would've stabbed me with a knife, cut me into pieces of sushi, dragged me into the back of his car, dumped me in the middle of the desert, bombed me with nuclear war-heads, dug up my ashes, and dropped me in a vat of chemically combined toxins that could kill a whale with just one touch... But since they can't, and I'm impulsive, I was alive enough to react as I naturally would to any murderer who wanted to kill me (besides Sakura). I glared right back.
This guy was a bastard.
...'Does his face ever freeze like that?' I thought as I secretly watched his face. Luckily for me, my blonde hair was just long enough to hide my eyes if tilted the correct way. 'I'll have to thank Neji for threatening to die my hair neon purple with pink poke-dots if I asked him to cut my hair again within the next 2 months.'
I grimaced. Somehow, it's my fault that my hair grows like a weed. Pardon me for getting the blonde genes. It's not like it'd kill him to cut my hair again. He is a professional hair-dresser, after all. It's his freaking job! He should be glad that I come by for a $500 hair-cut, seeing as how he's the one getting paid. It's not like he has anything better to do. I mean sure, you have to call 30 days ahead to get an appointment. I mean sure, Neji's won several awards for some fancy hair-cuts that looks more like antlers and poodles than hair-styles to me. I mean sure, he was listed as the #3 Top Most Wanted Guy for 4 years running, but that doesn't mean he has to be so prissy about giving one of his oldest friends a simple trim. Did I mention I'm paying him? Talk about stingy. Seriously, sometimes Neji can be such a-
SQUISH!...Did you hear that? That, my dear friend, was the sound of my train of thought ...being squished...by a baish work folder...that was thrown at my face...by a forgotten teme...with anger-management problems, apparently.
I glare at the man. "What the hell was that for, teme?"
"For spacing out, dobe. You'd think that someone of your standing would be more professional about his job. Although, I heard that blondes were a bit on the slow side, I never really thought it was tru-"
"Shut up, Duck Butt. I'm not the bird-brain here."
"No, you're just the idiot who pours coffee in his brief-case."
...Coffee in his brief-case? I look down. "Shit!" Quickly, I set down the coffee pot and try to salvage what's left of my work documents. 'No! I need those. Crap, those are for-'. The only thing I got was a 3rd degree burn and a mental-slap to the face. "Ouch! Fucking shit!"
Sakura, being the God-given miracle that she was, appeared by my side in a flash. I had no idea where she'd came from. For all I knew, she'd been down 2 floor levels getting some late paper-work signed because I'd had another "incident" this morning. I'm still pissed about that (No normal soccer ball should be able to plan out his owners demise at 10 in the morning). And pouring coffee into my brief-case, giving myself a burn from Hell, and meeting Sir Duck-Butt the Asshole was not making my mood any better.
Because she's an awesome secretary, Sakura pulls out a First Aid kit that been hidden in a cabinet drawer and starts dressing my wound. At which time, Sir Duck-Butt, who had been lazily lounging in his chair looking like he was watching the world's most entertaining movie during the length of my pain, smirked, his eyes saying, 'Ha. Loser.'
I glare and stick my tounge out at him.
He raises a perfectly-waxed eyebrow.
I flip him off.
He gives me the middle-finger salute.
I thrown a pen at him (with my uninjured arm, of course.)
He dodges and gives me a "WTF? Really? You're that immature? Oh, well. It doesn't matter. You missed, anyways. Loser." look. Damn his smirk. It couldn't get any bigger. (Amazingly, Sakura hadn't noticed the war that was going on between us. How do you not notice a war?)
Opening my mouth to say some unappropriate comments that weren't acceptable at one's work place (something along the lines of "Oh, shove it up yours, asshole. If that stick can fit up there, your eye-brows certaintly can."), Sakura chose that moment to pushed a little too hard on my now wrapped burn, causing me to hiss in pain.
"Look, Naruto. He is a very important future business partner, who will be very beneficial to Shinobi Incorporated. If he signs a merger with us, then we can be making three times as much money as we're making now. Sharingan Co. is just as powerful as we are and twice as old. It's been passed down through their family line for generations, from father to son. I don't care if you don't like him. I don't care if you hate him. I wouldn't care if he had bloody red eyes and a vow to kill his family. Just make sure that he doesn't vow to kill you. I don't care how you do it. Just make him sign that forger. If you don't, I swear on my hatred for Ino, that I will brutally murder you in your sleep and dump your unrecognizable body somewhere where you'll never see the light of day again. So play nicely and make this merger work. Okay?" Sakura finished with an sweet, innocent smile on her face, like she hadn't just threatened to brutally kill me in my sleep if this didn't work.
Shit. She swore on her hatred of Ino. Sakura was fucking serious. And there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she couldn't pull it off, too. Who would suspect the pretty, young pink-colored hair girl who'd never told a lie in her life before (that they'd know of)? And you people think I'm crazy and paranoid about being killed in my sleep.
"Fine. But there's a fat chance that that'll happen now."
"Why? He's a business man, as well. I'm sure you two can reach some kind of understanding or middle-ground."
"Like what?" I ask.
"Well, for one, you both like throwing pens and telling people to go screw themselves." ...She's a lot more observant than I give her credit for.
"That's not exactly the perfect middle-ground to start on, Sakura. 'Hey, Duck-Butt. Since, you know, we both like doing stuff with pens and flipping people off, why don't we go down the bar and grab a couple of drinks? We can get to know each other, share our life stories, and talk about how much fun it is to wax our eyebrows like girls. And maybe afterwards, we can go to the salon and get our nails done? Oh, dibs on the pink sparkles!' Yes, Sakura. That's perfect. I can totally see that happening." I say with sarcasm dripping off my every word.
She pinches my hand. "Shut up, Naruto. You have to start somewhere. And it would help if you called him by his given name, not Duck-Butt, Asshole, Bastard, Ms. Bitch, or Sir Chicken Head."
"Why? They fit him perfect-Ouch!" When one queezes a bandaged burn, prepare to feel pain. Lot's of pain.
"Call him by his name!"
"All right! Geeze!...So what is his real name?"
"...You don't know?"
"If I did, why the hell would I be asking you?" It didn't get much more dead-panned than that.
Sakura sighed, "Naruto, you've been fighting with him since the moment you layed eyes on him, and you don't even know his name? I even introduced you two at the beginning of the meeting! Remember?"
"...All I remember is duck butts and hunting season."
"...Here. Look at this. It's a file that I just picked up from Shikamaru about Sharingan Co. and possibly everything you'll ever need to know about him in order to get him to sign that merger." She hands me a file that she'd place on the ground earlier so that it wouldn't get in the way of my bandaging. I open the file and start reading the first page.
Sasuke Uchiha
Age: 26
Birthday: July 23 (Cancer)
Blood Type: AB
Eyes: Onyx colored
Hair: Blue-Black (long and spiky)
Occupation: President of Sharingan Company
Family: Itachi Uchiha (older brother)
Address: (private residence)
I close the file. Across the table, I look at the ass who's name was apparently Sasuke. He was now sitting in his chair and doing who-knows-what on his phone, his hair falling over his face. I guess he stopped paying attention after watching me hiss in pain lost its fun, the teme. At least he didn't hear us talking.
I stare, not really sure what I was looking for, a weakness, perhaps. I had to make this man, a man I loath to the core, sign a contract with me, a man who he loaths to his core, so that both of our businesses can become very successful and wealthy. This was going to be a challenge. But lucky for me, I love challenges.
'Sasuke Uchiha, prepare yourself. You are going down.'
I wasn't sure if I'd be able to write this, but I'm glad I did. I want to know what you think of the story so far and I'm open to any suggetions. So thanks for reading and please review!~
P.S. I haven't decided if this should be NaruSasu or SasuNaru. Please held me choose!