Sorry for the late upload. Winter break, computer viruses, and writer's block tend to do that to you.

Recap:

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.'

The silence was deafening. And awkward. Yes, we can't forget awkward. How could we ever possibly forget awkward when it's staring us right in the face? You can't. And now I can proudly say that I understand the saying: "Silence speaks a thousand words."

Earlier, when I'd first just met Sasuke, we'd been glaring at each other like there was no tomorrow. His dark night for my cloudless day. That's what two people who can't standeach other are suppose to do, right? That is until your pink secretary (*cough* demon) realizes you aren't listening to her and punches you in the gut...again. Down for the count twice now (Fuck, man! What happened to your pride?). And to top it all off, Asshole had the nerve to smirk like he'd just won some totally epic fight that he didn't give jack-shit , and my hair is flat. Damn him. Damn him to Hell.

But that's an understandable situation. Two people who feel a mutual hatred for each other as they mentally plot for the other man's assassination and funeral. 'Oh, what should I wear to the funeral? It can't be too outlandish, it is a funeral, after all, but it can't be too dark, either, because that would remind me of him too much. Hmm, what to do? It is his funeral, so I guess I should at least show him some respect... Pfff, as if. Orange it is!'

This silence, however, was different. There was no glaring, no smirking, no murderous plotting or killer intent. It was just simply...awkward. Why, you ask? Well, it's simple.

I enjoy living. It doesn't take much for me to fear for my life where Sakura is concerned. She's really scary. I once had a vision of her throwing paperwork and toilet plungers at me in Disneyland while she rode the Merry-Go-Round. She was sitting on a purple-striped donkey with a rainbow tattoo, saying "I told you, Naruto. I told you to watch out for the spoon. He's an evil one. He'll take your eggs and give them to the vending machine if you're not careful. " Then Mickey Mouse started hitting me with a baseball bat, saying, "You mother-Beep-er! You can't -Beep- ride in my -Beep- for free and then -Beep- expect me to -Beep-. You should've let me -Beep- so that you can -Beep- while you still have your -Beep- and not gain weight! What -Beep- is wrong with -Beep- you?" He was pissed. So I did the only logical thing that made sense to me at the time. I yanked his ear to me and yelled, "Where the hell is my spoon?" Mickey flips me off and disappears in a cloud of smoke. Then a naked zebra, wearing nothing but a Santa hat, walks up to me, puts his candy cane right in my face, and screams, "BBBEEEEEPPPPPP!"

To say I was sufficiantly confused was an understatement. The only thing going through my head at the time was, 'Where the hell did that donkey get that tattoo?' That was until I realized that I was laying on my bedroom floor, staring at my ceiling fan as my alarm clock went off. Understandably, I told Sakura no when she asked if I wanted to take a vacation to Disneyland the next day. I will never look at Mickey Mouse the same way ever again.

So due to the fact that I fear Sakura way more than I hate a certain Uchiha, I must comply with her terms/demands. Make nice with Sasuke and she won't kill me. Simple. The problem is that it's a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. See, right now, I would be glaring, growling, and hissing at the ever stoic Uchiha for ever existing, but I'm not. Self preservation beats all.

As for the present, it's as awkward as it was 2 minutes ago... and 5 minutes ago... and 10 minutes ago...and so on... and so on... You get the idea. For the past who knows how long, I've been silently sitting in my black wheelie chair, staring at the floor while slightly turning left and right with my feet. Sasuke, on the other hand, was lounging in his black chair, impatiently tapping his fingers on the desk while glaring holes in my head. Sakura left again, giving some excuse about needing to check on something. I stood up in my sad attempt to stop her, but she insisted with a reassuring smile and eyes of the Devil, promising to personally drag me to Hell if I didn't sit down and play nice with Bastard. I sat down.

So here we are, waiting... and waiting... 5...4... 3... 2... 1...and-

"Dobe." Looks like he couldn't take it anymore.

I ignore him.

"Hey dobe."

'Don't talk to him, Naruto. Only bad things ever happen when you talk to him.'

"Dobe!"

"Yah?" I say quietly, still looking at the floor. 'Thanks for listening to me, kid. Now we're both screwed.'

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop acting like some little love-struck girl. It's annoying." He stated with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back.

I'm offended. "Excuse me? I'm sorry I didn't realize that you liked my voice so much. It is a nice voice, though, isn't is? Not too deep, not to raspy. Just right. I knew that a lot of girls found it attractive and all, but I never thought that men liked it, too. I'm sorry for never n-"

"Oh, shut up, dobe."

"Why? You're the one who said you liked my voice. Besides, you'd be lucky to have someone as awesome as me fall in love with you. It just wouldn't be fair to everyone else. I can't say I blame you, though. If I was gay, I would want to date me, too. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a blonde god like me? I'm amazing." I say, flipping my hair like every movie-star does. If you're gonna talk like a conceded movie-star, you might as well act like one.

Sasuke gives me a strange look that I can't decipher. It's gone as quick as it came. "Don't flatter yourself, idiot. Not everyone is into blondes. Some people actually prefer intelligent life-beings. Ones that know how to tell time and don't make up excuses that involve being abducted by Darth Vader."

I didn't hear him. I was too busy trying to decided whether or not that look had just been my imagination. What did it mean? Why would he give me a strange look? Was there something on my face? Was it something I said? Am I paranoid? What did I say? Something about me being amazing and dating myself. I'm not sure. I can't remember that well. I think it was-

"Uzumaki!"

"No, Mr. Waterman! You're not that bald!"

"..." Ya gotta love conditioned responses.

"... Ignoring that. Anyways, I'm leaving now. I have other meetings to attend. And seeing as how we've made no progress with this whatsoever, we're going to have to continue this another day." He stood up, lightly dusting off the invisible dirt on his shoulders. Him and his big, fancy words. Hmph.

"Ya, ok." At least now I have time to figure out how I'm going to get him to sign. I'm not much of an "on the spot" thinker. "Try to avoid going outside. We can't have any birds skewering themselves on your hair. You know, save the animals and all."

"And you try to avoid going out in public. It'd be bad if people got infected with your stupidity. We can't have anymore idiots running around, be abducted and wasting coffee. It'd be the apocalypse as we know it."

...Too-shay.

He started to leave. Opening the door, he suddenly stopped. Turning back around to look at me, Sasuke said, "Don't get too carried away. You never know what will happen." And with those words, he left.

Talk about cryptic. Don't get too carried away. You never know what will happen. 'Hmm, I'll remember that. You never know when you might wanna make someone eat their owned words.' I stash that away for another time. Looking out the window, I watch the cars rush back and forth, just blurrs of color and metal. I think about what's happened so far. 'So what do I do now?'

Like someone was answering me, Sakura walked in. "Oh, he already left. Did you get the merger signed yet?"

"No. But we're going to meet up again later, so I have time." I answer.

"Ok." She walks over to me. Taking advantage of the back of my chair, Sakura started wheeling me toward the door. "So seeing as how the meeting ended and you don't have anything else to do, I'll go get the paperwork you haven't finished. It's due tomorrow and you're not even halfway done. Really Naruto, I expected better of you. You're a full grown adult and CEO of a company. You should know bett..."

God damn whoever answered me.

I wrote "too-shay" as it's read because I don't know how to spell it.

Please review. And if you have any ideas as to the plot, I am all ears. Thanks.~