Author's Note: Enjoy :)

Chapter 1

"Naruko? Whoa! Where's your usual getup? You actually look hot."

"Oh. My. God. My virgin ears are burning with pain!" Naruto whacks the dog-boy on the head with his slipper. "It's me, Kiba!"

"Naruto?! Dude! What the hell, man?" Kiba raised his eyebrows. "I mean, erm, if you're all transvestite and shit, uuhh, it's cool with me…" He smiled sheepishly scratching his head.

"Look, I don't have time. My parents are going to be home in a couple of minutes. You gotta leave. Call Sakura and Ino if you wanna know, 'kay?" Without waiting for an answer, the blonde boy pushed his friend out of his sister's room shutting and locking the door behind him. Naruto walked over to the closet mirror and checked himself.

"Ok, hair, shirt, and skirt's ok. Now I just have to make sure I don't get dirty until my parents come home." He raised his head and looked out the window as he heard a car pulling up in the driveway. "Mom and Dad's limo." He quickly patted his hair (A/N: Again: Wig! Please make note that this IS NARUTO.) and smoothed his blouse and skirt. He slipped on a pair of slippers and tried to walk 'lady-like' down the marble stairs to greet his parents.

"Mom, Dad," He bowed politely, "Welcome home, I've missed you both."

A woman of thirty-eight smiles gently at her 'daughter'. She reached over and hugged her. "I've missed you too, Naruko-chan."

A tall regal man in a refined suit smiled stiffly and gave her a nod. "Naruko, where is Naruto?" He gestured to the multiple bags that have been laid on the floor by the chauffeur. "Your mother brought back some gifts."

Kyouko took off her snow white gloves and carefully put them in her purse and handed it to the maids. "You don't know how much fun it was to shop in Paris, Darling. Naruko, we should have a mother and daughter shopping trip there sometime!"

Arashi kissed his wife warmly on the cheek. "Let's change and get ready for the brunch shall we? Kyouko, sweet, go upstairs and freshen up." Kyouko took her bags and walked upstairs to her room. "Naruko, let us have a little talk. Come, we'll talk in the library."

Naruto wiped his sweaty hands on his skirt and hesitantly sat down on a big leather armchair by the window. His father settled for the mahogany desk. "Naruko, this is not only an ordinary brunch. Our Uzumaki Corporation have been doing well for the past decade. But, we can make it better." He picked up a pen on the desk and began twirling it with his fingers. "If, if we create a partnership between the Uchiha and Uzumaki companies then it will guarantee our survival in the financial world. Do you understand?"

Damn, he fucking serious. If I screw this up, I'm so dead… Naruto smiled sweetly at his father. "I understand, Father."

"Uchiha Fugaku and I have decided. An arranged marriage between the two families will tie the two companies best." He looked up and put the pen down. "Naruko, you will be married to Uchiha Sasuke."

Oh shit… "M-married..? You can't be serious!"

"Don't you dare use that tone!" He smoothed out his shirt and inhaled sharply. "Because of your mother's heart problems I cannot raise my voice. Because I am not raising mine does not mean you will be allowed to raise your voice."

"I apologize." Naruto slowly sank back into his seat. "Father, a marriage is not the only way to link two companies," He tried to smile reassuringly, "You can sign a contract."

"We have discussed this matter and this is what we have decided. You will do as I say, Naruko." Without another word he turned and left the room leaving Naruto alone in the room thinking about the conversation they just had. The word marriage kept on revolving in his head. He flipped open his cellphone and quickly dialed his sister's number.

"You have to come back, Naruko!"

"Whaaaaasup lil' bro? Hic. I'm like, haaaaaving soooooo much fuun! Hic."

"Are you drunk? Naruko, this is serious! Father wants you to be married!"

"Awww, Naru-chaan, we're brothers and. Hic. Sisters. We can't get. Hic. Married!"

"Fuck." He flipped his phone shut and stuffed it in his bra. (LMAO)

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"Naruko, we've heard so many things about you from your parents." Mikoto Uchiha said as she smiled and greeted them.

Naruto laughed nervously. "Oh, erm, well, I hope they were all good things…"

Fugaku Uchiha bowed politely and shook his hands with Arashi Uzumaki while the ladies bunch together on the other side of the table.

Naruto tried to smile and join the conversation but he had no idea what in the world the two women were talking about. Chanel, Couch, Gucci, and Louis Vuitton. What the hell was all this? He tried to search his head for anything. Anything at all. Anything feminine. He could distinctly remember Ino and Sakura talk about stuff like shopping and make up but between beating Kiba's high score on Ultimate Beat Down! Renewed Promise, version Two,(A/N: Ok, I totally made the name up, don't go out and try to look for this game in stores.) and talking about fashion and models, he would rather choose the video game.

"Naruko-chan, what do you think? Does the new bag I bought from France match my new blouse? I had this blouse specially ordered from Italy."

Naruto looked up from his hands. The two women were smiling expectantly at her waiting for an answer. "Erm, well, I-I, I can't really say." He smiled scrambling for an answer. "I mean, everything looks so marvelous on you Mikoto-san. You keep your skin so young and smooth. No matter what you wear, it must be beautiful."

Kyouko cocked her head to one side. "Funny. That sounds like something Naruto would say." She smiled. "You must be spending too much time with your brother."

Yeah right… "Oh? I am only stating the truth, Mother."

Mikoto laughs, very pleased. "Naruko, you are such a sweet girl! Sasuke would be very lucky to get to marry you!" Her cellphone rings, interrupting her. She looked at her caller ID. "Aha, speaking of the devil." She flipped open her phone and put it next to her ear. "Sasuke, darling, where are you?" Naruto looked at the phone anxiously.

God…I hope he doesn't come.

"Oh, Darling! I'm so glad you can make it!" They looked up and see a young man walking towards their table. She closes her phone and puts it back into her bag, Mikoto stood up and gestured to her son.

"Naruko, this is Sasuke, my son. Sasuke, this is Naruko, Kyouko's daughter." Naruto looked up and saw a young man, slightly taller than himself, standing. His raven hair framed his face and the dark bangs fell to the sides. His ivory skin was smooth and unmarred by any blemishes. His mysterious onyx eyes were accompanied with delicate eyelashes. When he walked into a room his form just demanded for your attention.

Naruto rolled his eyes inwardly. Typical pretty boy. Probably a player too. Hah, like Neji! He got up from his seat and smiled offering him his hand. "I'm Naruko, pleased to meet you Sasuke-san."

He shook his hand and replied, "Pleased to meet you, Naruko-san." They sit back down and he joined his father on the other half of the table. Naruto picked at the table cloth, completely bored.

This is so lame. There's no food too…god, I'm hungry. I want ramen. I wonder if they have ramen here. He looked at the waiter by him dressed up in a clean and crisp suit carrying s platter of champagne in delicate crystal glasses. Well, I guess not. He took a peek at Sasuke and quickly looked away. Shit! He was watching me. Damn, I hope I didn't blow my cover. He glanced at him again. Yup…still staring. Geez, I must really look hot. HA! I have to tease Kiba about the 'hot' comment he gave me before! He twirled a lock of hair around his index finger. I guess Sakura and Ino did a pretty good job. I owe them a big shopping spree. They should just buy the whole freakin' mall. What's the point of shopping if you practically but everything in there?

"Naruko-chan, what would you like?"

Huh? "Oh! Um, I'll take whatever you're having then."

"You must like day-dreaming, Naruko!"

Uh…right. Rich people are so oblivious sometimes. Naruto laughed airily. "I suppose so." He looked at Sasuke form across the table. "So…um, Sasuke-san, how's err, how's…life! How is life?" (A/N: This is what my friend always asks me and I punch her whenever she does it…lol)

Sasuke raised a delicate eyebrow. The girl was clearly an idiot. "Fine."

"Oh. Well, uhh, did… did you eat! Did you eat anything?"

"No."

"Oh, m'kay. Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Uh, do you have any pets?"

"No."

"Siblings?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"One."

"Ok…sister or brother?"

"Brother."

"Coool! Is he older or younger?"

"Older."

"Erm, do-,"

Mikoto put a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Naruko, Sasuke doesn't like to talk much." Mikoto laughed as if it was joke.

Uhh, yeah! I can see that he doesn't like to talk much… More like he doesn't want to talk. What a boring guy. If Naruko married him she'd be bored to death! Naruto smiled pleasantly, "Really? I haven't noticed." Arashi stopped talking and looked sharply at his daughter. Naruto flinched and turned back to Mikoto. "I'll do the talking then, ne?"

"Ma'm, your orders are here." Naruto smiled gratefully.

Saved! He looked up and at the waiter and nearly drops his jaw. Kiba?! He tried to make eye contact with the boy. Their eyes met and the blonde glared at him. Kiba smiled mischievously and winked at him and leaves the table after he put down all the food. Naruto looked around hoping nobody caught that little wink. Too bad… Sasuke saw it and was looking at the boy.

Naruko frantically mouthed the word, "Friend."

Sasuke shrugged uncaringly and took his onyx eyes off of him. Fugaku and Arashi stop their talk for a moment and begin to eat their food. Arashi cut up his steak into small pieces and chewed them thoroughly, careful not to talk with his mouth full.

Naruto looks at his egg omelette. He excused himself and got up from his seat. He put down his napkin and walked off trying to find Kiba. He glanced back at the table,

Fuck, why the hell is that Sasuke dude still staring at me!? Kiba, if I find your ass I'll fucking kill you! He rushed into the kitchen and let out a sigh. The blonde frantically searched for Kiba in the kitchen asking the other workers if they ever saw a brunette with two red tattoos on each side of his face. They all pointed to the back storage room.

"Kiba!" His high heel sandals made clicks across the tile floor as he walked towards the dog-boy. "Why the hell are you here!?" He whispered fiercely.

"Look, I just wanted a show. But all you guys did was sit around and talk. Geez."

"If you blow my cover, I swear, I'll cut off yours off." (A/N: If you don't get it, don't try.)

"If you do, millions of girls out there would cry," He swung an arm over his shoulder, "You won't do that to the poor girls would you?"

"Fuck off!" He swung his arm off and kicked him in the shin. "You better say out of my way, man! Naruko and I will get in a whole lot of trouble if I screw this!"

"Ughhhhh, why did you kick so hard?!" He flipped his hair and stormed out of the kitchen. "Che, just a stupid breakfast." Kiba smiled. A dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes, "Perfect revenge."

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"I'm really full, thanks." Naruto picked up a crisp white napkin and wiped his mouth. A waiter comes to their table and begin to collect their plates onto a silver platter.

Kiba better be gone, if I see him, I'll strangle him. Tomorrow.

"Oh my god! What is that?!" Screams of panic reached Naruto's ears and he snapped out of his thinking. A flash of beige and brown was zipping through the tables. Naruto squinted hard at the blur trying to keep up with its speed.

Strange…it looks so much like… The blur lunged at him and Naruto put both of his hands out in defense trying to shield himself. Mikoto and Kyouko scream and squeal as they scrambled towards their husbands. Akamaru!

"Naruto…? Naruto?!" The blonde looked up, Why are they looking at me all weird and stuff? His cerulean eyes followed his mother's shaking finger as it raised itself and pointed to Naruto's head. He raised his eyebrows and his hands felt his head. He features were still intact. He felt his hair. It was still there. Wait. Didn't it feel…shorter? Oh my shitting god… He grabbed nearby platter and looked at his reflection. The wig was gone. Gone! Vanished! It was…it was.. Kiba…oh yeah, when I find you…just you wait, you fucker!

"Naruto!? What is the meaning of this?" Arashi looked at his son while trying to console his shaking wife. Mikoto and Fugaku stand looking at him as if he were a monster. Naruto glanced at Sasuke. He certainly didn't look disgusted; Naruto could almost swear there was an amused look in his dark eyes.

He put up two hands in defense. "It's not what it looks like! I don't get sexual pleasure from dressing like a girl!" A smile tugged at the edge of Sasuke's lips. He hadn't had such a big urge to laugh in a long time. "Umm, I mean, uhh," He glanced at Sasuke. "I'm not gay either!" He said frantically. Sasuke smirked, he was definitely not regretting coming to the brunch.

"Naruto-kun, if neither of those two options are available then what are you doing here in a skirt and wig?" Mikoto asked curiously with kind smile. Gays and cross-dressers were not well accepted by the Uchihas. Now that she found out that Naruto was neither gay nor a transvestite, she felt she should be more kind.

"Well," He scratched the back of his head. "My sister couldn't make it?"

Arashi fumed and his faced turned red with rage. He breathed in short and quick breaths. "Fugaku-san, let us arrange another meeting. For now please excuse us. I already took care of the bill." He took hold of his wife's hand and strode quickly out of the restaurant under the stares of many people who stopped to look at their little "affair." Naruto grabbed his purse and scrambled after his father after bowing and bidding the Uchihas goodbye.

Wow, this is the most I ever wrote for a chapter…I think. Well, I hoped you liked it, I'll update when I can. Reviews would be very much appreciated :P