Disclaimer: What part of I don't own Naruto do you people, who would think otherwise if I don't say so, don't understand?

A/N: I think I am getting really really obsessed with writing...seriously, it is like when I don't really have anything to do I automatically want to write more of something. I swear this is not healthy, especially since AP tests, the SATs, the subject SAT tests and other college stuff are coming! Sure I have a couple of months, but still think I will be so caught up in writing I won't notice until they are right there in front of my laughing at me XD My worries aside, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: In Vogue

Sasuke, after hearing the intercom's call for him, cursed at Naruto and pushed the other boy out of his dressing room. He quickly snatched the first set of clothes off the hanger, yanking them on without consideration. He quickly glanced at the mirror to make sure nothing was seriously wrong, tried his best to shape up his hair, gave up and walked out the door.

He strolled out of his room to notice that Naruto had been standing patiently right outside. He had waited for him.

"You ready?" The blonde asked pleasantly.

"Does it look like I'm not?" Sasuke growled back.

"Ugh, fine, I'm so dropping all common curtsy with you."

"Doesn't matter, it wasn't going to get you on my good side either way."

"You're an asshole."

"And you're an idiot."

They were silent after that. Even though they had been in the room next to the other one where the shoot was being held, it was a generous distance in between. Sasuke opened the door for himself and let it slam back in front of a stunned Naruto. He thought the bastard might hold it open for him too, but he had thought wrong.

Naruto slowly pushed open the door for himself just to make sure nothing bad was going to happen when he opened it.

He was floored by the set up, it was so intricate. This is must what it be like to be a famous model: getting to work in first class places like this with top designers. He daydreamed at the idea. He gazed around the huge room, it had multiple little stage like sets evenly spaced across the area. They all had the general overly luxurious theme. Plush couches, delicate patterns, rich colors, and shining gold tones.

"There you are, dah-ling!" A flamboyantly gay man clapped as he walked up to Sasuke, giving him a quick hug. "You look fabu! Sasuke, honey, this should be your new look all the time, every time."

The designer inspected the classic chic look that he had created on Sasuke. It was a take on the classic black tux with contemporary touches, like how the jacket was paired with ripped jeans. The general concept was a modern twist on the original refined gentleman's style.

The magazine's section featuring this shoots title was going to be, "The Modern Gentleman", after all. He was obviously pleased. Today he was also going to be their photographer because he claimed that no one but him could properly capture the true beauty of his vision. Artists.

Sasuke nodded. "Okay, what do you want me to do, Takahashi?"

"I told you to call me Hiro. You make me feel old." He laughed, "We'll be using this set first. It's one of the best. The best for the best. Gosh, did I tell you how amazing you look in that? Those dark wash, distressed jeans are like the icing on the cake! They make your butt look gor-gous~"

"Yeah..." The raven moved to stand in front of the set the designer had directed him to.

Naruto was entranced, he could believe he was getting to watch professionals work. Sure, he would have liked it more if the head model wasn't a complete douche, but if he was here he might as well pick up some pointers. So he gazed wide eyed at all the preparations.

The designer fiddled with the high powered, professional Nikon camera, adjusting the focus manually. Sasuke was just standing casually in front of the expensive hotel like scene. He appeared almost like a porcelain doll from this far away.

The blonde grudgingly admitted to himself that the raven was very pretty...for an asshole. And that he could see why he was a famous model. Just the way Sasuke held himself and walked gave a sense of elegance. Something Naruto knew he lacked, he couldn't go two seconds without tripping. Runways were out.

He noted how the designer messed with the lighting to make sure that most the light focused on Sasuke. Oddly enough all the harsh florescent lighting on Sasuke didn't make him look worse, if anything it enhanced the sharp angles of his face. It also gave his hair a blue sheen.

Naruto then remembered he was supposed to be angry. He was tricked into this. He stomped over to Iruka's side.

"Iruka!" The blonde whisper-yelled.

"What is it, Naruto?" The man said, startled.

"What the fuck did you mean when you said that I was that prick's butler!?"

"Just as you said, you do what he tells you to."

"But you told me I was going to model for the shoot."

"No, I said was that I need you. Not what you were needed for."

"Why didn't you tell me then?" Naruto scowled.

"Because you so excitedly slammed the phone down before had the chance to explain the details of the assignment."

"So I'm stuck then?"

"So you are."

Naruto felt like repeatedly bashing his head into a hard surface. He never liked dealing with pissy people, and this guy was the king of pissy people. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to put up with his behavior. The boy treated him like he was barely human. What had he ever done to him. Other than slam a door into his pretty little face...

"How long do I have to work for him?" Naruto asked hesitantly.

"Just this shoot," Iruka answered.

"Thank God."

"Unless he says otherwise, that is."

"Lovely."

The shoot had started. Naruto listened to the rhythmic snap of the camera. It was a comforting sound. So familiar. It brought him back to his childhood before his parents had died, before that car crash, before everything. He was a bubbly, curious kid and loved playing around with cameras though his mother would scold him for using all the film on pictures of the floor. But there were also all the memories of their vacations and all the photos they took in various landmarks.

It was all he had left of them. Photos. Simple digital images. And his memories...that faded as the days went on.

Just another reason he loved shiny, solid photos.

He shook his head. There was no time to think about stuff like that. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Well, Naruto hoped it wasn't once in a lifetime since it was what he wanted to do for a living, but he never knew. So he was going to make the best of this shoot, despite that boy. He needed to get his foot in the door somehow. This was it.

He may just have to do some major ass-kissing.

He regarded Sasuke working. It was almost surreal. Naruto knew that models posed, that is just what they do, but something about Sasuke posing didn't seem so mechanical. It looked natural. Which I guess is the mark of a genius. Also the fact that he didn't appear to be uncomfortable at all. Though Naruto knew if that was him standing curved like that he would be complaining...a lot.

The only thing Naruto would have critiqued was the never changing facial expression. He would want a little more emotion, something to prove he really isn't a doll.

His eyes ached as the constant lights burned into his corneas.

After a a half hour of nothing but Sasuke moving from set from set and taking more picture than one would deem necessary, the designer granted the raven a break.

"That was brilliant, dah-ling. C'est manifique! I swear you just get better an—" He turned suddenly, snapping— "Where is my skinny caramel macchiato?!"

No one answered.

"I told my assistant to get me one!" He shouted, cranky.

The crowd of employees fidgeted, none of them wanted to speak up on the chance that he took out his tantrum out on them. They needed their job.

Finally one man squeaked, "Umm...you fired him just today, sir."

Hiro looked up thoughtfully. "Ah, yes."

Sasuke smiled. A perfectly annoying job— a coffee run. The raven suggested, "Naruto could go for you."

"I would be more than willing," Naruto offered pleasantly. What the fuck, I didn't come here to get people their damn coffee.

"Would you, boy? I love you. A total lifesaver. Priceless. I can't work without my caffeine fix," He said, jittery. "That was a skinny—which is a nonfat milk—camel macchiato, hold the whip? In case you didn't hear."

"Mmkay."

"Sasuke, would you like anything? I'm sure Naruto would be more than happy to get you something too. Right, Naruto?"

The blonde gritted his teeth. "Of course."

Sasuke smirked. "I'll take a mocha latte, double shots espresso. I can't wait."

"Got it." Yeah, and I can't wait until your teeth turn yellow, and you die from a heart attack from raised blood pressure...two shots espresso, pfft.

"There's a Starbucks just around the corner from here."

"Sure thing. I'll be right back." Naruto smiled, turning around and walking out of the room. God damn coffee addicts.

Naruto walked around the block a couple times trying to locate this illusive Starbucks. He was angry. That bastard just wanted to get him out of the room. He said he was going to make his life living hell, but that doesn't mean that he can actually follow up on it. Who does that?

Stupid bastard.

But part of his anger was directed at himself, he should have listened to Iruka completely. If he had he would have been in this mess in the first place. Yet here he was on a menial coffee run, he had always thought this is something you just saw in movies and TV.

You know, the newbie getting coffee for everyone else, but that wasn't how it should work in real life. The day TV reflects real life properly would be the day that pigs fly. But hey, with all this genetic engineering going on it might just happen.

Getting fed up with walking in circles, knowing that they were waiting on him, Naruto decided to do what no man had ever done before.

He stopped someone to ask for directions.

They kindly pointed him in the general direction of the coffee shop and after many hand gestures Naruto had a fairly good idea where the Starbucks was. The blonde followed the map he had created in his head until he was rewarded with the sight of the coffee house.

He let out a held breath. Naruto jumped up onto the sidewalk and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge.

Oops, he had been trying to push open the pull door. He did that so often that he had lost count. But he was glad that it was just a lapse in brain function rather that them actually being close. He would have been thoroughly screwed otherwise.

He escorted himself into the place, the immediate rush of air was gratifying. Luckily there was close to no one in the joint so he got the register in a matter of seconds.

"Hello, what would you like?" The girl behind the counter asked automatically not even looking up once.

"I'll have, uh..." Naruto trailed off trying to remember the long assed names of the drinks that Sasuke and Hiro wanted.

The girl looked up wondering why he had never finished his sentence.

He watched that expression cross her face. He was well acquainted with that expression. He saw it often, or anytime he talked to a person of the female gender. That stupid lovestruck expression. Naruto wanted to faceplam, but he managed to restrain himself.

Naruto knew he was good looking, that is why he had confidence of making it in the modeling world, but this was just ridiculous. People were so superficial.

The girl giggled twisting a strand of her hair around a finger in what was supposed to be a sensuous move, but it made Naruto want to facepalm even more. Great.

Stupid girl, twirling your hair around you finger doesn't make a guy want to date you.

He didn't know why they did it to begin with. It was such an obvious, overused move in the first place. It looked like it was embedded in the second x-chromosome, or something.

"Can I interest you in one of our specials?" She smiled suggestively.

"No, this isn't for me."

"Oh, who is it for then?"

"My girlfriend," Naruto said straightforwardly. He grinned internally as she visibly deflated.

"Ah..."

"Yeah, so I'll take a venti skinny caramel macchiato, hold the whip. And a tall mocha latte, two shots espresso." Haha, take that bastard I'm not going to pay an extra cent on you.

"Talk about your fancy orders." The girl mumbled, grabbing two of their labeled thermal cups and writing a couple notations on the styrofoam with her black sharpie.

"Tell me about it," the blonde agreed inaudibly.

"Whose the other one for?"

"Whose what for?"

"The other drink. You said this order wasn't for yourself, but your girlfriend. So...why two drinks? Unless you have two girlfriends?" Something in her face showed that she wasn't all that appalled by the idea.

Shit.

"Me, it's for me. I decided that if I have come all this way I should get something too."

"Oh, ha. That makes sense." She looked back down at the cup she was holding. "Name?"

"What?"

"Name. I need it for when I call your order." She explained, surprised that the blonde didn't know what she was saying. Staring at him, sharpie still poised over the cup.

Naruto did understand, but it hadn't register it sounded like she was flirting again. It was hard to tell on occasion.

"Uzumaki."

With a quick swipe of the sharpie his name was on both cups.

"That'll be $9.15."

Naruto grimaced, he could believe he was spending money on them. The blonde handed her his debt card. A quick swipe and one receipt later, he was in one of the leather couches waiting for the order to be ready. He admired the stucco walls, and overall post-modern theme of the cozy college student haven.

Less people in the place meant that his order was called faster, so after five minutes he was back outside toting a recycled coffee cup carrier, heading back to The Plaza.

"I'm back." Naruto called into the large room. Everyone was just talking to each other and/or eating something from the buffet.

"Finally! I thought you'd never come." The designer shouted, delighted.

Naruto handed him his skinny caramel macchiato out of the carrier. The man thanked him a couple million times before he could extricate himself. At least he was on this guy's good side. He searched around the area for a distinctive, raven-haired boy. But he was probably hiding.

A few minutes later he finally spotted Sasuke sitting behind one of the couches, completely hidden from view. Well completely hidden except for the very tip of his hair. The blonde walked around to the other side, noticing that Sasuke was now in a new outfit. Same style, but slightly different.

"Here's your latte." Naruto said abruptly, passing the raven his coffee.

Sasuke took it wordlessly.

"Yes...?" Naruto waited.

"What?" The raven glanced at him confused.

"No thank you?"

"Hn," the boy grunted. Like that was any better than not answering at all. Then: "Why's it a tall? I wanted a bigger size."

"Didn't your mom teach you any manners!?" Naruto shouted, annoyed.

"My mom is dead. She has been dead." Sasuke said bluntly.

"Oh..."

"Yeah."

Sasuke took a drawn out sip of his drink. The caffeine pumping itself into his system. He needed the energy boost. He noticed something odd on his cup that made him squint to see if he was reading it right.

"Idiot?"

Naruto scowled. "What?"

"Why is there a phone number on my cup with 'call me' next to it?"

The blonde out into a full blown grin. He laughed harder at the raven's bewildered expression.

"The cashier was hitting on me. I think she put her phone number on the cup so I could call her."

Sasuke almost smiled at that, but caught himself just in time.

"Mine too, you know?"

"Your what?"

"My mom died a long time ago, too."

"I'm sor—" Before the raven could finished his semi-heartfelt statement they heard an overbearing:

"Breaks over! Back to work!"

They both got up together, Naruto walked to were all the onlookers where standing, Sasuke in front of the next background. But the designer didn't start snapping away like Naruto thought he would. Something was wrong, Naruto could tell. Everone was glancing around with worried expressions clear as day on their faces. Naruto didn't like feeling out of the loop.

"Iruka, what's going on?"

"The guy's not here yet. We can't start until he gets here..." He mumbled to himself.

"What're you talking about?"

Naruto's question went unanswered as Iruka picked up his phone. Naruto analyzed Iruka's facial expression, something that the other person was telling him was worrying him. The brunette let out a long sigh before yelling loudly that:

"The guy who's was to pose with Sasuke for the next couple shots is a no show. I just talked to his manager and apparently he's so sick that he can't make it. He apologizes."

A couple of groans resounded though the room. This place got great acoustics.

Hiro was freaking out. Nothing should have gone wrong like this. He had called to make sure this morning that everything was set. And yet here it was all falling apart. This shoot was supposed to have a number of solely Sasuke shots, but there was going to be another set that had another man in it. This was a male fashion line. They needed more than one model. This couldn't work otherwise.

Naruto felt the grin forming on his face as he thought about the situation. They needed another male model. He was a male. And soon to be model.

"I'll do it!" Naruto yelled. All the head in the room turned to stare at him.

All they could think was: is this guy crazy? A no name doesn't get a gig that easily. But of course, Naruto had always been relatively lucky.

Hiro scrutinized Naruto. Every feature, every flaw. He seemed to like what he saw.

"You're perfect!" The designer grinned, happy to see that solution.

"Yes!" Naruto yelled pumping his fist in the air.

"What?! No!" Sasuke shouted.

"I can see already. You two are perfect with each other." He elaborated. "You compliment each other, because you're exact opposites. It's like dark versus light! Sasuke versus this blonde guy! You'll be two opposing forces that both have the same great taste in fashion. And anyone looking at the magazine will think that this line fits anyone and everyone because both of you are so different! And blondie here can represent the common guy since he isn't a famous model! It'll widen the appeal! I'm brilliant, am I not?"

All the surrounding employees bobbed their heads up and down on reflex.

"I'm such a genius for suggesting this blonde no name pose with Sasuke. For my magazine."

"But, sir, I was the on—" Naruto was cut off by a jab to the stomach. He flinched and turned, annoyed. "Rule number one, always agree. He's the genius," Iruka whispered.

"He can't model with me!" Sasuke refused.

Hiro just glanced at him. "Why not?"

"Well...well...umm just look at his obnoxious orange hoodie!"

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Really? That's the best you got? Insulting my jacket?"

"..."

"He'll change, Sasuke, before we start taking any pictures," the man said, having made his decision final. "Oh yeah, Sasuke take him to your dressing room and give him your next outfit. He is shorter than you, but I am sure that he'll manage. Plus, the over sized clothes might just look cute."

Sasuke knew he couldn't back talk to the man, or even complain for that matter. So he pulled Naruto out of the room by the arm. Though once they were outside the doors, Naruto yanked his arm out of Sasuke's grasp. Speeding up so that he was walking in front of the raven.

Sasuke didn't like that he sped up so that Naruto was the one trailing. It turned into a pseudo-competition and by the end they were sprinting to the door.

Naruto made it in first.

"Hah! Take that!" He wheezed, hunched over slightly, trying to catch his breath.

"Whatever."

"So what am I wearing?" Naruto asked surveying the room once more.

Sasuke walked over to the clothes rack that held all the ensembles for the day. He ran his hand across all the options before plucking a handful of hangers off the rack. The raven thrusted the clothes directly at Naruto not saying anything.

Naruto was euphoric he was finally going to model professionally. He hoped that he got paid too. This was a great day after all. Even though he met Sasuke and had to pay for their coffee this was totally worth it. Naruto thought he would burst from excitement. He quickly changed into the outfit that had been to handed to him. Not caring that Sasuke was still in the room, it was just like the boy's locker room.

Sasuke was pissed. If the blonde dared steal his spotlight he was as good as dead. Something about this guy bugged him. It really wasn't the fact he was disturbingly beautiful. It was something more. The raven pinned it on how optimistic he looked all the time. He was a people's person, better known as Sasuke's worst enemy.

On top of that, with becoming famous so early he had never had the chance for proper interaction between kids his age. He didn't like talking to boy his age for that reason. That is why he loved that the modeling industry consisted of a whole lot of older people.

"Done. How do I look?" Naruto asked not really expecting a proper answer from the raven, but decided to try either way.

Sasuke glanced over, and then did a double take.

The blonde looked like he had just stepped out of a fashion catalog, mostly because he was going into one.

But the effect that the slightly baggy, untucked emerald dress shirt had under the loose gray vest was phenomenal. The jewel tone color made the black pencil tie stand that more defined against his shirt. And the extremely dark washed denim tied it all together. It was just his style. It worked perfectly on him. There was just so much color: green shirt, gray vest, black tie, blue eyes, blonde hair, pink lips, and tan skin.

It showed his vibrant personality. This outfit had a fun edge to it, way less formal than the rest of them.

Naruto ran his hands through his hair a couple times, easily mussing it into the perfect disarray of golden waves.

"It's decent," the raven answered, not meeting Naruto's gaze.

"Thanks, Bastard."

"Idiot."

"Let's go then."

"Hn."

Once they entered the room it went dead silent. All eyes were on the blonde.

"C'est manifique. Très bien. And all that French jazz. You look fab." The designer clapped joyously. "Let's get down to business!"

Oh, brother...

Thanks for reading! Wow, I started this story yesterday and I updated it today. I need a life ^_^; (I should be studying for finals though) I guess I get super excited with new things that I just couldn't help myself from writing another chapter for this. So...thoughts? Anything and everything would be much appreciated...I love to know what readers like/dislike. Until next time (which I have a bad feeling is very soon).