Disclaimer: Me no own Naruto. *points at herself and nods head encouragingly as if talking to a three year old*

A/N: Finals are OVER! I am so doing nothing but writing more of this story over the weekend, except I have to go to a college to do a lab on electrophoresis tomorrow, but other than that I am so not in the mood to do anything else. I mean it is a weekend with NO stress whatsoever because finals are OVER! (Even though I really did not study for anything, or cared much for that matter) Anyways, onwards with the story! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Bazaar

"That was delicious," Iruka said, dabbing the side of his mouth delicately with his cloth napkin. Then cleansing his palate with a quick sip of water from his wine glass. "Thank you, Mr. Hatake."

"Please, I've told you, Kakashi is fine," the silver haired man replied. Copying the other's action, except he actually had champagne in his wine glass. He had taken off his scarf to eat, and Iruka was pleased to see that he was completely normal under it. But it begged the question of why he wore it in the first place.

Iruka decided that was a question for a later date, or well, a proper date.

Over the course of lunch, Naruto had pulled away Sasuke to their own separate table because he wanted to give Iruka and Mr. Hatake some semblance to privacy. He knew that Iruka liked the man. Or so it seemed like that so far and he wanted to let them have this time to talk.

Naruto, being the good, thoughtless person he was didn't quite think out the consequence of his actions: he was now sitting alone with Sasuke Uchiha. It was extremely awkward since the raven had yet to say anything from the time they got their orders.

To make matters worse there were an impressive number of girls staring at them. Well it really wasn't "them" they were staring at, it was just one person. It was Sasuke. Naruto wasn't famous enough yet. And "yet" was the operative word in his mind. He couldn't wait until people were dripping over his every word and action, just like that. It would be the recognition he deserved.

But the uncomfortable part was that they were staring. Nothing else, just staring. Wide eyed. Not even whispering. Just staring. It was rather creepy. Scratch that, it was legitimately creepy. Almost like they were all holding their breath waiting for the raven to talk. Creepy.

"Uh, Sasuke, people are staring," Naruto said, trying to break the ice by pointing out the obvious.

The boy didn't bat an eyelash. "So...?"

"So? It's like legitly freaky."

The raven made no indication that he was going to respond as if he had used his word count of the day. Yes, one word. The raven's eyes remained fixated on his streak that he was tediously slicing into even pieces. But Naruto didn't let up, he waited for a response, and eventually got one: "Get used to it. If you're with me, it's like this 24/7."

"What about privacy?"

"Only when I'm in my own house."

"Damn, why're these people staring anyway?"

"I'm famous...need I say more, Idiot."

The blonde scowled. "I have got a name you know? It's Naruto."

"I know, I just don't think you're worth my time."

"Have you always been such a bastard, or have you been cultivating the art over your life?" Naruto glared. The blonde thought that this boy was being ridiculously rude. He could have been a bit more polite when it came to people. It wasn't like Naruto was being mean back, so why stay mean to him? It was lame. Naruto wasn't sure being civilized was worth the time with this guy.

Sasuke smirked and went back to cutting his steak. Once he finished making all the pieces proportionate, he went on to just pushing them around on his plate. Not eating a bite. Though Naruto had watched him devour his Caesar salad with extra Roma tomatoes, quickly enough.

Blech, rabbit food.

No wonder the guy stayed so skinny.

Naruto tore into his own steak and baked potato dish, plowing through it in record time. Leaving not a crumb on his gold engraved plate. He smacked his lips noisily afterward, with a loud slurp of his coke. This was some pretty amazing food. He knew he should have savored every bite, but it was hard to think straight while eating.

"Do you have any manners?" The raven asked disgusted.

"Eh, I like food. And it's not like I've done anything else to show you I don't have any manners, either way." Naruto countered.

"What about knocking?"

"What 'bout it?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Heard of it?"

"Yeah..."

"Then try it next time, instead of barging in."

The blonde smiled crookedly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I said I was sorry."

The raven was entranced by that pearly white smile once more. It was so odd, whenever this boy smiled he could help but want to smile back. Though he never acted on that impulse. But the boy possessed some sort of charisma that Sasuke could feel. It was tangible. It was disturbing. It was something he feared would get him far in the industry. He had to repress it. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

"I see you have a good sense of forgiveness...not."

"Ha, this is me being forgiving. You don't want to see me angry."

"You and your retarded threats."

"You and your retarded everything."

"Oh, how witty. I can't imagine how you think up these comebacks." Naruto said bitingly sarcastic. Seriously, what was this guys problem? The blonde was over it, the boy was a bastard, through and through. I guess that is what fame at an early age could do to you. Which is something Naruto vowed would not happen to him if he made it big. He would never forget who he was.

Before the raven could respond they were interrupted by a waitress, who asked them if they were ready for the bill. Taking in Sasuke's less than empty plate, even so she cleared away the table when he said yes; stacking the dirty dishes precariously on her other hand with expert-like ease. She handed them the little leather receipt booklet, setting down a ballpoint pen beside it. She told them to do it when they were ready.

Whatever the hell that meant. Either way they were going to have to pay. They were either ready, or not. Simple as that, yet society's need for obligatory niceties became more pointless by the second.

Naruto reached into his back pocket to take out his wallet, but was stopped by Sasuke's hand.

"What, Bastard?"

"I got it."

"I'll pay my half. It's only fair." Naruto didn't want anybody's charity. He didn't need it either. He could hold out on his own, thank you very much. He didn't like anyone looking down on him. Especially not this guy, he was the last person he wanted to help him out. It would prove that he was "superior", or in his mind anyway.

He is the last person that needed an ego boost, too.

"I said I got it covered."

"And I said that I'll pay my fair share."

"I'm being nice, idiot. Take it while I feel charitable."

"I don't need your charity, Bastard."

They both glared at each other, unwavering. Naruto had his wallet halfway across the table, and Sasuke's hand was blocking it from going any farther. The raven himself had his Platinum American Express card out, laying in the slot of the booklet.

"You guys manage to argue about anything and everything, don't you?" Kakashi said walking up to them merrily. Obviously he had one drink too many by the way he teetered on every other step. Iruka walking up from behind him as if to make sure the man didn't fall over.

"The idiot won't let me pay."

"I don't want this bastard to pay!"

Kakashi laughed. "It's okay. Neither of you have to pay. I have already paid for both our meals."

"Oh," Naruto and Sasuke mumbled together, feeling stupid for fighting over something that neither of them won. Iruka smiled along with Kakashi, it was nice to see that the boy embarrassed, finally like they were regular teenagers. Sometimes he felt that people grew up to fast when they lived to get jobs. So it was amusing.

"Well then let's get back. They should be expecting us."

"Okay," they answered in unison. Throwing each other a quick glare because they had once again spoken together. It was becoming routine. They didn't like it.

They both got up from their table, pushing their seats back to get out. Naruto was sure he heard a couple girls sigh in the background. How heartbreaking. It wasn't like Sasuke had said anything to them, he couldn't see why they cared so much.

Girls never had made all that much sense in the first place though.

The employees bid them goodbye, and they walked out of the door to the valet area once again. The man appeared sure enough with Sasuke's Ferrari. This time they decided it would be best that Sasuke drove because they didn't feel safe putting Kakashi behind the wheel in his current state.

"Oh, dah-lings you're back! I missed you!" Hiro greeted wholeheartedly. He came up to them giving both Sasuke and Naruto a hug with kiss on either cheek. They hastily wiped the area afterward in synchronization. Thankfully, Hiro took to just shaking Kakashi and Iruka's hand, that would have been crazy awkward.

Naruto glanced around the room to notice how much had changed. Someone had definitely been working while they had all been out enjoying their five star meals. The place had been transformed, all the sets they had already used were gone. In their place were newer, shinier, and glitzier set ups.

It still struck him as amazing on how much detail went into the making of these sets. He did a full three-sixty spin standing in the same position. There were so many things going on in each of them it was hard to think about what the person who had made the concept had to think about to create it.

And it really was the little flourishes that stood out the most, like the array of multi-faceted, glass beads that littered the floor, effectively reflected the strong lights. And the various patterns and textures that all acted cohesively to make a luxurious feel. And the mismatched, metallic, empty frames which decorated and overlapped on the motif-papered background. Just every little detail. Mind blowing.

"What are we doing now?" He asked excitedly, close to jumping up and down.

Hiro grinned back, loving the boy's energy. "Well, first you guys have to change. Then we can make some magic!"

"Sir, yes, sir." The blonde saluted playfully.

Sasuke resorted to nodding and walking away. Naruto followed hurriedly after the raven. He eventually caught up to the other boy, not bothering to say anything to him. They made their way shoulder to shoulder to the now joint dressing room. The raven was slightly pissed that he had to share.

Sasuke never did share well.

They strolled passed the open door, and closed it behind themselves. Naruto stood idly by the couch and mini-fridge area, not wanting to say anything to Sasuke. He knew that the raven would just tell him to shut up and then just hand him something to wear. So he opted to looking through the fridges contents, grinning at the variety that could make a supermarket ashamed.

Sure enough, Sasuke spent a few second riffling through the clothes rack before pulling out two outfits. Which he then compared to each other, holding them up, and then placing one back onto the rack. He pushed the ensemble left in hand towards the blonde, who took it readily.

The raven turned back to find something to wear himself. Naruto started changing while the other deliberated, listening to the rhythmic metallic clink of the hangers. Sasuke found a suiting outfit easy enough since they were all tailored to his fit. And donned his own suit in time to finish with Naruto.

Once dressed they both appraised themselves, fleetingly, in the mirror before messing with their own hair and walking out the door.

They made it back to the hall, place-thing they were shooting at. They didn't actually know what to call it, they knew they were in some sort of upscale hotel, but this room was so huge and scarcely furnished that they didn't know what category it fell into. They assumed it was along the lines of a banquet hall.

Hiro met up with them once more telling them what they had left to do and what they were going to do now. Sasuke and Naruto sauntered to the next backdrop for the shoot. Both were now dressed in outfits that were subtly different from each others, so they looked almost as if they were wearing the same suit.

To an untrained eye, anyway.

They ensembles shared the same cut and combination: slouchy tux jacket with rolled up sleeves, dress shirt, loose pencil tie, dark wash skinny jeans, and Converse. Differences being that Sasuke's shirt was a deep navy blue, whereas Naruto was a lighter shade of cobalt. And Sasuke's jacket had close to invisible pinstripes, whereas Naruto's was a solid gray. And Sasuke's lace-ups were black, high tops, whereas, Naruto's were maroon, classics.

"You guys look so yummy! I could just eat you up!" Hiro enthused, situating himself behind the camera once more. He adjusted a couple of the lights and the focus before he gestured to them that he was starting.

Naruto easily put on hand on his hip and rested his elbow on Sasuke's shoulder, them standing side by side. It was slightly comical because it accentuated their height difference, tilting his head up ever so slightly. The raven kept one hand buried in his hair and the hidden in his back pocket.

They both put on their best I-have-no-emotion face, knowing that is all that models really do. They pose and look into the camera with no facial expression whatsoever. A fact of the industry.

Hiro snapped away happily, periodically shouting words of encouragement...but some how they all made Naruto feel like he was a piece of meat: delicious, yummy, tantalizing, scrumptious, good-enough-to-eat. Did this guy have nothing to eat for lunch?

All too soon the shoot was over. Naruto watched sadly as the crew cleaned up all the sets and packed up. This had been so much fun, aside from putting up with Sasuke. Who knew when he would be able to do this again. Now he would have to wait until he got another golden moment like this. And really how often did those happen?

The blonde mourned as he looked back at the now completely cleared room. But he was still in his last outfit of the day and he knew that he had to take it off to give it back. So he went back the dressing room, where Sasuke had already changed back to his original clothes.

"You're done?"

The raven looked up noticing finally that he wasn't alone. See this is why he liked his own dressing room. "Yeah, I wasn't crying over the set."

"I wasn't crying!"

"No, you were trying not to cry. And failing."

"Bastard."

"Idiot."

"What cute nicknames you guys have. To think we're already at the nicknames stage already. It seems like it was only three hours ago," Kakashi teased as he strolled into the room without knocking. And once again he was closely followed by Iruka. They both smiled at the boys in a manner that was all too scary.

This could not be good.

"What's going on?" Naruto dared to ask.

"I got some good news..." Iruka started.

"For the both of you, I might add." The silver haired man added.

The brunette smiled at Kakashi. "Yes, for the both of you, we made a deal."

"A deal?" Sasuke questioned.

"Yeah, a deal?" The blonde repeated.

This was not going well. There is only one thing they could mean if they both made a deal with each other that "benefits" both of them. Both of the teens approached the two men slowly, as if to make sure they didn't hear a single thing wrong. You know the feeling you get when you know something horrible is going to happen but you don't know when, where, or how? And there is also the nagging feeling that you can't do a thing to stop it. Good, that was how Sasuke and Naruto felt right now.

"You guys are now a packaged deal."

"What?!" They both yelled, shocked.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Naruto cursed.

"And why weren't we informed about this until now?" Sasuke shouted, infuriated. No one, and he meant no one, does anything without consulting him.

"We took the liberty of agreeing for you because I'm your manager, and Iruka is as close to a manager as Naruto has," Kakashi answered. Clearly not phased by the two angry teens. If nothing else he was getting some sort of sick pleasure out of their tantrum. "You guys work brilliantly together."

"It's true," Hiro said, coming through the doorway in just enough time to hear the last part of the conversation. "You guys are fab together! I actually suggested this. You're the complete package."

"But we don't want to work together!" They chorused.

"Well it seems you guys are in sync already like any good team." The designer smirked.

Sasuke and Naruto were beyond words. How could they have done this?! Without even consulting them?! One shoot was bad enough! But now it would be every single shoot in his career for Naruto! At least Sasuke had gotten his own chance at fame alone, Naruto was obviously being denied that chance. He would always be overshadowed by Sasuke.

"I don't want my career to tank because of working with this amateur!" Sasuke argued pointedly towards Kakashi. Because in the end the man was his manager and was to kept his best interest in mind when it came to professional decisions.

"If anything working with this 'amateur' has brought out more of you."

"Not true!"

"Whether or not you choose to believe it, I witnessed the change and I know that working with Naruto will be the best thing that ever happened to you career."

"Hey, I got a say in this too, right!" Naruto reminded, "I don't want to work with this bastard anymore than he wants to work with me!"

Iruka decided to take over for this part of the conversation. "Naruto, you want to be a world renown model, yes?"

"Yes," the blonde agreed quickly.

"Think about this logically," Iruka eased in. "Sasuke would be your ticket in."

"I resent that," Sasuke interrupted, no one uses his glory to get their own.

"I do too, I want to make my own name with my own devices. Not piggybacking fame from this guy!" Naruto exclaimed. But he truly meant what he said, in no way whatsoever did he want to take the easy way and mooch fame off of Sasuke.

"Yeah!" The raven agreed.

"Stop being such a diva, dah-ling. I mean I love ya, but this is sad. You're throwing away a golden opportunity," Hiro chastised, hands on his hips in a don't-mess-with-mom kind of manner.

"I don't care."

Kakashi stepped in once more. "It doesn't matter if you care it is a done deal. Iruka and I have agreed, so that is that. And think about it this way, Sasuke, you still are technically in charge of Naruto. So you can make him do coffee runs whenever you want him to, like today."

"Hey!" The blonde yelled not liking being talked about as if he wasn't in the room.

"Naruto, be reasonable. This is a dog eat dog world in fashion. And Sasuke is the biggest dog around, you want him on your side." The brunette tried to reason.

"More like Sasuke's the biggest whiny bitch around."

The raven rolled his eyes. "This is exactly the reason why I'd never be on your side."

"You guys are working together from here on. End of discussion. Thank you and please come again." The silver haired man finalized. Dragging Iruka back out of the door, talking about getting some coffee to calm his nerves. Hiro following both of them, giggling from the end of the debate.

Leaving Naruto and Sasuke alone in the room once more.

The blonde kicked a side table angrily, only to regret it when a shock of pain erupted through his whole leg. Naruto hopped up and down on his good leg cursing every known thing in the room.

Sasuke smirked, but even that amusement he got from watching other people in pain didn't better his mood. Never had Kakashi done this to him and he couldn't believe that he did it now. But a part of him knew that Kakashi knew that he would never fire him no matter what he did because they were close. And just another reason he hated personal relationships.

As Sasuke was brooding he snapped back to attention when he heard Naruto trip and fall. In the midst of jumping on one leg and cussing, the blonde apparently lost balance over the edge of a rug and fallen face first onto the floor.

"Idiot."

"Bastard."

Thanks for reading! Aw, they are so cute together. Heehee, I feel so much better after getting this chapter out, it was like my body was screaming at me to write because all these ideas for upcoming chapter were hurling themselves at me. So now that I got this out I feel better. Oh yeah, BookHippie thanks for taking your time to read this *glomps*
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