Okay I am completelyaware of how much I fail at updates. I'm sorry. I hadn't worked on this for like 2 weeks but spend this whole week working my ass off (mainly cause it was funner than doing math -_-') to get this chapter done by Sunday. I know it's not very long, almost 8 microsoft pages (in case you were wondering).

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Naruto stood frozen in shock long after the man (Sasuke—freaking—Uchiha!!) had left. The money for the pie lay forgotten on the countertop. The blonde's thoughts were a jumbled mess, small fragments fluttering carelessly in his mind, some blending together others being shredded apart. Only two things remained in tact: Sasuke's pale face almost touching his own and the sound of his voice floating in the air around them. Sasuke Uchiha. Well Anko and Kurenai did say he had a thing for sweets, but why this place? Surely there were more exclusive, fancy, and (dare he even think it?) better places that could give him sweeter sweets and have them delivered to his house? Naruto crumpled into a heap on the floor, distressed with the whole situation.

'What the hell had I been thinking? Offering to make him a Rasengan Cake! There were so many ingredients, so many parts and it takes so much time to bake. How long did I tell Sasuke it would take to make? A couple days, more like a flippin' week! I haven't even made one of those for a customer; the one time I had made one was for my culinary sensei, Jiraya after that bet with my Granny Tsunade who said I wouldn't be able to bake a good one. Well, I had shown her what I could do!' Naruto nodded triumphantly; his mood lifted with this thought.

'Still the odds are against me; maybe I should give Jiraya a call and have him help me out. That won't help at all the old pervert is probably on some cruise or something for more of his 'research' for his stupid wannabe novels….even if some of them are worth reading.'

Heaving a sigh the blond lifted himself up and brushed imaginary dust of his pants (he keeps his shop as pristine as he possibly could), "No need to dwell on it right now. I'll just go home and get a good rest and think about it more tomorrow, with a clearer head."

'Maybe that was a mistake, a foolish thought that I carried out blindly on a whim. Really what had I been thinking?' Sasuke thought as he shifted into a more comfortable position causing the leather of his car seat to creak. His drivers' eyes flicked up to glance at him the rearview mirror.

"Is everything alright Uchiha-sama? I picked up a bottle of your favorite wine today; it's in the mini fridge if you'd like some."

The pale man nodded his head in recognition and thanks to his driver. He opened the fridge and took the bittersweet blueberry wine out and poured himself a glass.

"Thank you Kabuto, would you care for a glass?" Sasuke asked this merely out of politeness and respect, knowing that the weathered from age man wouldn't accept any liquor while driving.

Kabuto responded, "Oh no thank you sir. No alcohol while on the job." He chuckled lightly, "If we were to get into an accident because of me your parents would fire me so fast, not to mention your brother would hunt me down and make sure I would never be able to work or walk again. The glasses were just cleaned before left, so they should be spotless just as you like."

Sasuke gave a small smile, Kabuto was his favorite and most respected chauffeurs. Pouring himself a glass he settled himself in the seat and took a delicate sip.

"A question sir."

Without shifting his gaze from the window the ebony eyed man responded, "You may ask."

"If it's not crossing any lines, could you tell me why Itachi-sama sent me to pick you up at such a pedestrian shop?"

After a few moments Sasuke finally answered. "I had been hearing pleasant reviews about the shop since it opened and Itachi had found out about how I had been looking into it and decided that I needed to 'get out more' or something. So after work today his driver, Kisame, picked me up and dropped me off at the café. He left me stranded there; that's why I called you to come get me. The trip was not a waste; I got this delicious piece of pie and placed an order for a promising cake. This reminds me, I need you to do me a favor…"

Naruto was awakened the next morning by then irritating noise of his alarm clock buzzing. Swinging an uncoordinated arm over his head he knocked the annoying thing off its stand and into the nearby wall creating a loud 'thunk' as it connected with the ground. "Oh Damnit!!" the now wide awake boy cursed, sitting up quickly and trying to locate the clock, "I hope I didn't break it, I just bought it!"

With a quick examination of the clock he decided that it wasn't damaged and set it back on the night stand. He then gathered his bathing utensils and took a shower.

Several hours later he was showered, the good for the day were baked, they were loaded in his car and he was finishing his breakfast. Before he could shove the last piece of ham in his mouth a thought struck him. He had promised the Uchiha Sasuke that he would bake him a Rasengan Cake. He banged his head against the cool marble top counter.

'Well a promise is a promise and I never go back on my word. Believe it!' His mind made up the blond gathered his dishes and set them in the sink to be washed later. Grabbing the Rasengan Cake recipes out of his recipe box he left for work.

The work day was turning out to be a rare boring day. None of his normal gossip-speaking customers were coming in, a couple new faces, mothers with children too young to be in school, and old people whom Naruto made small talk with were his only patrons until school ended. Once school was let out he got groups of giggling school girls, teen couples, and a few odd groups of macho looking guys who stuttered and stammered their orders out with looks of embarrassment plastered on their faces. Shortly after that wave finished came the wave of children who had stayed afterschool for activities and such and the adults who just came off from work.

This was usually the café owners' busiest and funniest time but instead of shamelessly flirting (just for kicks and giggles not to actually get a date or anything) or making small talk he was just going through the actions of his work mechanically. All of his thoughts were centered around a black haired male and his ridiculous order (even though he was blond idiot who gave him the idea to order such a thing but Naruto would refuse to acknowledge his small fact).

Once the last customer from this wave left (she was a routine, every other day customer who always orders a Fruit Fusion Smoothie) it was just about 8 p.m. and Naruto was closing the café for the night, it would be 2 hours earlier than he usually did and he wasn't able to give his customers any notice which made him feel bad but he needed ingredients for the cake.

'I hope no one will be too disappointed with my premature closer for the night.' Naruto thought as he taped his homemade sign to the inside of the glass of the front door and finished locking up.

As he was walking to his car he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the rectangular paper that held the Rasengan Cake recipe on it. He couldn't help but giggle at the picture of the cake on the corner of the card. The green outside frosting of the cake and the pink rose that sits in the center of the top was not his usual style, nor did it match the Uchiha's manners. If Sasuke had known what the cake looked like and what it's also known as then would he have still ordered the sugary confection?

Looking down at the long list of ingredients Naruto sighed and shook his head; it was going to take forever to get all the ingredients, plus the time it was going to take to make it. He would probably have to take a day off or something to get the thing done. If anyone else had asked, would he have offered the same cake? Or was it just something about the man that made him want to give him the best of the best? Setting his head against the roof of his car he took a deep breath.

"You better be worth it bastard."

A certain Uchiha was very pissed off.

A certain Uchiha had gone out of his way to see a certain blonde but that stupid blond had closed his shop early. The sign says he doesn't close till 10:00pm! It was only 8:15 so where the hell was he?? And just what the hell was up with that sign? It looked like a chicken had stepped in ink and danced the tango all over the paper.

Sasuke stood in front Kitsune Dessert Café's dark windows, scowling at the locked door. Too bad doors don't get scared or else this one would have been crying and would have unlocked itself the minute the Uchiha had approached it. The dark haired man would probably have been less pissed if it wasn't for what the sign said. He took a deep breath and read the sign, again, to make sure he understood it completely.

'Sorry dear customers but I needed to close early today to pick up ingredients for an important teme of a customer. If the bastard is reading this (I'm sure you know who you are) than I need to talk to you about your order ASAP.
Naruto U.'

The 'important teme of a customer' was most likely himself, which made Sasuke smirk at knowing that he was the cause of the blond having to close the shop early. But if the idiot needed to talk to him about his order, why didn't he just call him? Maybe he wanted to meet face-to-face. That's certainly what Sasuke wanted to do; the blond was just to much, watching him dance like a loser was enough to make the Uchiha smile (but he hadn't, of course) and his eyes! As cliché as it sounds Sasuke found himself unable to look away. If only Naruto had stopped him, he would have been able to do what he wanted to do.

Oh well, Sasuke liked the challenge.

Taking a small notebook and pen from his pocket (he never went anywhere without them) he wrote his own little note for the shop owner. Once finished, he tucked it into the corner of the sign so it was under the tape also. Then, he turned on his heel and walked back to his car.

Kabuto was already standing with his door open, waiting patiently for the Uchiha to hurry his slow ass up and get in.

"The shop is closed, Uchiha-sama?" Kabuto asked politely, tilting his head in the direction of the store.

"Unfortunately yes, Kabuto; this trip appears to have been a waste of both of our valuable time. Back to the house if you will." Sasuke replied with an air of superiority.

Kabuto nodded and closed the door, sighing when it was shut. He wanted to know what Sasuke had left but knew better than to ask. He had been tiptoeing along a razor sharp edge with the young master.

He did feel for his patron though. The youngest Uchiha heir never referred to his house as his 'home', it was always 'back to the house' or 'to the mansion' and whatnot. Kabuto knew that he didn't do on purpose, just that you can't call something something it isn't. An apple is an apple and a house can't become a home unless you allow it to be so.

Getting back into the driver seat he put it into drive and started on the route to the Uchiha House.

Sasuke sat brooding in the back. Actually, to Kabuto's trained eyes, he was pouting. But, being the Uchiha he was, he would never use the verb 'pout' with Sasuke. If he did, then the worst he could possibly get would be to be fired.

Sasuke's thoughts were on the future, he smirked thinking about the adorable look that would overtake the tanned mans features when he saw the note.

The next day Naruto awoke feeling slightly more relaxed and at ease. He had been able to buy all of his ingredients last night, well, all of them except for one: a rose. He was thinking of buying a pink one just to mock the bastard buying the cake, but since the cake itself is pretty insulting for a man of his caliber Naruto decided he was going to be nice and get him a dreadful, depressing black rose. Of course, he wouldn't need that for a while.

After going about his usual morning routine, the energetic blond bounced into the kitchen to check on his Soaking Solution (for the cake, it's a very complex recipe!). He had left it by the window to cool and, upon inspection from his critical eye; he decided it was cool enough to add the rum. Adding the teaspoon of rum to sauce he capped the container and set it in the fridge for later use.

Now all he had to do was make the Vanilla Genoise Layer Cake, Marzipan, Pastry Cream, and Flavored Whip Cream.

"Fuck my life!" Naruto cursed out loud, damning himself for having offered such a complicated cake. It was only Wednesday though, so if he made one thing each night, then he could assemble the whole cake on Sunday and give it to the young Uchiha by Monday. Perfect!

With those happy thoughts in mind, he set off with his previously baked goodies to his shop.

"That stupid bastard!! How-how arrogant of that dickhead! Who the hell does he think he is?!" Naruto yelled to the empty chairs and warm colored walls.

Of course, silence was the only thing that answered him, that and the sound of his labored breathing. Huffing and puffing his chest out in anger he tried (and most likely, failed) at controlling his frustrations.

What is he so angry about? That morning when he arrived to the store he went about putting the sweets away and sweeping and dusting and everything else he does in the morning when he gets to work. When he went to turn the sign from 'closed' to 'open' and take his sign from last night down he found something interesting. He found a note, but not just any note, a note from the aforementioned bastard.

Naruto glared at the innocent white paper. As one could assume the Uchiha's handwriting was in cursive, fancy and swirling making the letters fit together perfectly. It looks old fashioned, must have been a bitch to learn to write this way, the blond mused. Looking down at the beautiful handwriting he read the note for only the thousandth time (mainly because he enjoyed knowing that when Sasuke wrote it he was thinking of only him).

"Dear Blond Dobe,

I'm upset that upon arriving at your small café you were not here. I assume that the 'bastard' in your little sign was me. I would like to meet with you soon as well. My cake better be coming along nicely or some not-so-nice things just might start happening. Give me a call, that is, assuming you haven't lost my number yet, and if you lost my number then you're S.O.L.
Ciao,
S.U.

P.S. I'm coming back tomorrow night, same time as the first time. Be sure not to close early, again."

Naruto scoffed. Stupid, arrogant, sexy bastard, assuming that I'd listen to his instructions. Naruto knew that, of course he would he stay open to his usual time (even though he tried to convince himself it wasn't for the Uchiha, but for his loyal costumers) and maybe go home at lunch to change into something more….form fitting. For the comfort.

Slipping the letter into his back jeans pocket Naruto finished the rest of his morning routine and sat down at one of the tables with a magazine, eagerly awaiting his first customer of the day.

That night, around 9:30—the time customers almost never come in and Naruto starts cleaning up, the blond was sitting at the table he had sat in early that morning. He was beginning to annoy himself with his insistent finger drumming and foot tapping. He knew exactly why he hadn't started packing away the sweets that hadn't been sold today so that they could be refrigerated overnight to sell tomorrow, or sweeping the floor, or picking up the chairs, or whatever else he normally does at this time.

He just refused to admit the exact reason he was aggravating himself to the point of crying out.

The reason was, of course, the letter he had found earlier today concerning a certain customer with a pain in the ass order. The note had said he would be arriving around the time he had first shown himself, which had been about 15 minutes before closing.

'I should probably look busy, so he doesn't think that I've been waiting around just for him,' Naruto thought, sighing slightly as he stood up to get the broom.

After he retrieved the broom he set to work cleaning the floor, careful to keep his body facing toward the door to avoid any more uncomfortable or awkward situations like before. A couple groups of high schoolers had come in and got dirt everywhere. Plus a more kids than usual had come by and gotten gooey caramel and sticky chocolate all over the chairs. The blond frowned at the mess; this was going to be a pain to clean.

Suddenly, he felt arms around his waist and a force pull him backwards into a warm, firm body.

"W-what the hell!?" Naruto shrieked in a very unmanly like way.

"Why good evening, dobe." A low voice breathed into his ear.

Naruto stopped squirming and his eyes widened when he recognized the voice.

"Sasuke! How did you get in!?" 'I had been watching the door all night, to be sure something like this didn't happen again!'

"Oh? I just went through the back door."

The blond began squirming again in an attempt to look at the man to see if he was kidding.

"You…you went through the back!? 'Cause that's not sketchy or creepy or stalkerish at all!" Naruto finally managed to fidget in the right way so that he could turn and see the dark haired male (who was much hotter than he remembered him to be). Unfortunately, when he turned Sasuke didn't let go of him so he found himself still trapped in the Uchiha's arms and about 2 inches away from his face.

"This seems oddly familiar, but, if I remember correctly, you never did give me a chance to finish what I started."

Naruto shivered at his words but didn't make any move or say anything. Did he really want to reject him again?

Gah so lame. Anyway I tried to make it a cliffy, obviously a failure. Also so many P.O.V changes....I didn't label them but it should be fairly obvious who's P.O.V you're in.

If you notice anything I did wrong (spelling, grammar, repeated something, etc.) please tell me! As long as you're not like "This part sucked cause you did blah blah blah wrong" I will NOT take any offense to it.

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