Abhorrence

Chapter Four

-Irritation-

Natsumi threw her hand to the side, knocking over everything on her dressing room vanity. She screamed out in rage before running her hands down her face. What the hell was wrong with that man?! She thought that after their dinner and the last commercial things had gotten a bit looser, since he hadn't been so controlling for the sports drink commercial. But now he was even worse than before. She'd already had to retake this stupid scene thirty-eight times and she was livid.

After getting her breathing under control she fell down onto one of the couches, burying her face into her hands. She just couldn't take it anymore. She didn't even know what she was doing wrong but this had to be excessive. Especially because Haru, the director, had said he loved every shot, but then Akito had to go and open his stupid mouth. She didn't know how much more she could take.

There was a knock on her door and she had to take a moment to reel in more of her rage. She stood and walked over, making sure to relax so she could at least look civil and composed. She opened the door and went wide eyed to see Akito. "Are you done flipping out yet? Because we have a schedule."

Oh no he didn't. Natsumi glared hatefully at him before slamming the trailer door in his face. It wasn't too much longer before Akito opened the door himself, stepping inside the small space. "What is your problem?" he asked, giving her a harsh look. "You're holding everything up. We need to begin the photo shoot soon to stay on track."

"Excuse me! Get out! I didn't say you could come in!" Natsumi snapped.

Akito gave her a once over. "Well it's not like you're indecent or anything." He said.

Her glare turned icy. "I said. Get. Out."

He sighed, shutting the trailer door. "Not until we discuss your current inability to perform." He crossed his arms. "So what's wrong? Are you on your period or something? Do you need a short break?"

Natsumi smacked him straight across the face. "How dare you. I have redone the same scene over and over again the exact same way, and you always find something wrong! I'm done! I can't take it anymore, so I'm leaving for the day!" she yelled in his face, grabbing her purse and storming out.

Akito marched after her, grabbing her arm to halt her departure. "Wait." He said softly, his hard tone gone from his voice.

"Why the hell should I wait? And let go of me!" she ordered, jerking her arm from his grip. "Don't you ever get tired of making people feel like crap? And trust me, you're good at it, because you continuously make me feel like I'm screwing up."

"I'm sorry."

She gave him a bored stare, her frown only deepening. "Okay."

His lips thinned slightly. "Well…I didn't mean to make you feel that way. And you're not doing anything wrong. Every take was really good. It's just that the scene as a whole isn't meshing the way I want…but it doesn't have anything to do with you. So I apologize. If you want to take the next few days off, we can reschedule everything."

"Then reschedule everything. I'm leaving." Natsumi said with finality, before turning around and disappearing. Vincent came up beside the Uchiha, looking confused.

"What happened?"

"She's taking the rest of the day off." Akito sighed, rubbing the back of his neck wearily. "I think I pushed her too far."

The auburn haired man nodded. "Well you were being kind of a dick. Something bad happen? I mean, you seem especially uptight today."

He glanced at Vincent. "The board doesn't exactly agree with my position as the head of this project, and are making things difficult. I just had a meeting with them before arriving here this morning."

"What did they say? Is it because you're too young?"

"That, and like many, they believe that my father feeds me from his hand." Akito said. "It's not exactly easy to prove that I deserve this when they are doing everything they can to make sure I fail. But I shouldn't have taken out my frustration on her. That was callous of me."

Vincent nodded. "Yeah…she's usually pretty bossy and kind of bitchy. But she's so excited about doing something different that she was really trying hard. I don't understand why you're so particular though, I think tons of the shots are great and unfortunately, in a profession that deals with people more than business, you learn fast that things are never going to turn out just how you pictured them."

"I'm not very good when it comes to dealing with people." Akito admitted.

"Well if you're going to become the head of your company, I think you should probably learn how to do so." He chuckled, patting the other man's shoulder. "Well, keep in touch with the scheduling. I've got to go get Miss Princess her chocolate fix."

"Chocolate fix?" he asked, appearing confused.

Vincent nodded, heading off. "She always eats Godiva chocolate when she's upset and she's probably almost home. So we'll schedule later." He waved, leaving out the same door Natsumi had.

Akito blinked, before an idea came to him. He rushed after the auburn haired man. "Vincent!" he called, catching up to him. "Let me get it for her." he suggested. "After today, I think I should try and apologize a bit better than I did…and it wouldn't hurt to make an attempt at repairing things."

He didn't look too thrilled with the idea, but after some speculation he conceded. "Alright." he pulled out a small notepad and a pen before writing out the address and the code to the gate. "Now do not lose this. The last thing I need is some psycho fan tracking her down and breaking into her house again. Her favorite kind of chocolate is dark, and the only fruit she allows with it is orange. Other than that, something vanilla or of the like. Understand?"

"Got it." the Uchiha said, taking the paper from him and looking it over, before putting it in his pocket. "Thanks." He glanced back as the doors opened once more, revealing Taka.

"Mr. Uchiha, everyone is wondering if we can pack everything up for the day." She said, glancing at Vincent before returning her icy gaze to her boss.

"Yes Taka." Akito said distractedly, walking off towards his car. "Tell them they can go home when they're done, and don't forget to lock the warehouse." He ordered, getting in and driving off.

The brunette woman let out an annoyed sigh. "Great, now I'll be here for another two hours." She grumbled, before looking back at Natsumi's manager. "Want to keep me company?" she asked, her look turning devious.

He smirked. "Well, seeing as my afternoon is now free, I would love too." He chuckled, following her back inside.

Akito pulled up to an elaborate looking house, stopping at the gate. He'd already gone by Godiva and gotten her chocolate, though he didn't know how much to get, and so had put together an entire basket, filled with numerous vanilla chocolates, and the dark chocolate with orange flavor. He pulled out the slip of paper and punched in the code, smiling when the gates opened, allowing him entry.

He drove forward, parking behind Natsumi's sports car and getting out. He grabbed the basket of chocolate, shutting the door and locking his car as he made his way to the door. He rang the bell, pulling off his aviators and putting them in his jacket pocket as he waited for it to be answered.

When the door opened, Akito was actually surprised to see it was Natsumi who answered it. She was already changed into a black jumpsuit with a white tank top underneath. The pink haired woman went wide eyed, "How the hell did you get in here?!" she demanded, looking past him and around her yard and at her gate.

"I used the code." He said, holding up the chocolate. "I brought you your fix."

"How do you have the code to get into my house!" she glared, looking down at the chocolate. "And how on earth do you know about this." she pointed accusingly at the basket. She cursed under her breath, "Damn that Vincent."

"Look, I asked if I could bring it to you." Akito said. "I wanted to apologize once more. I had a terrible meeting this morning with the board of directors, and I took my frustration out on you, and everyone else on set. I know it was wrong, and I really am sorry." He offered her the basket, not really knowing what else to say.

She stared at him for a while, the silence dragging on for so long Akito could practically hear his heartbeat in his ears. Natsumi took the basket from him and stepped aside, opening the door as a silent invitation. He walked into her house, looking around the large foyer before returning his deep green gaze to her. "You have a nice home."

"Thanks, it was a present from my dad." She said, walking past him and into her kitchen, where she sat down the basket and began to file through it to find what she wanted first. "So…why was your meeting so terrible?"

Akito let out a tired sigh as he leaned against the bar. "It was really just supposed to be a meeting with me telling everyone how far along we're coming and whatnot, but it turned in to a let's tell Akito everything he's doing wrong and what he needs to improve on, all the while commenting on why he's not suited for the job meeting." He glanced out the window. "It wasn't really anything I hadn't heard before, but it still bothers me."

Natsumi nodded, seeming to understand he was channeling all his pent up stress onto her. "Well, that sounds pretty irritating. But you're a businessman. You should be better at keeping cool. I'm a diva, so I get to do whatever I want." she smirked.

He chuckled, returning his gaze to her. "Yes, well my father got where he was by being an ass, so I thought I'd try to keep up the tradition." Then he became serious once more. "Anyways, I wanted to say I'm sorry, and that I will try and make sure that something like today doesn't happen again."

"Be sure that it doesn't because I don't know how tolerant I will be about it next time." She huffed, opening a box of truffles and throwing one into her mouth.

Akito smiled slightly. "Well, I was thinking that the two of us need a vacation." He announced. "Preferably somewhere tropical."

Natsumi blinked, looking over at him. "I thought it was strictly business until everything was finished."

"It is strictly business." He assured her. "We do have to shoot a commercial with you endorsing our resorts, after all. Besides, this way I can make good on my promise to let you see me without a shirt on." He smirked. "Unless you no longer want to."

She arched a delicate brow, her gaze lowering to his chest before returning to his face. "Where exactly is this resort?"

"The Bahamas."

Natsumi pursed her lips and ate another truffle as she looked off in contemplation. "Well…I suppose I could accompany you to the Bahamas…so long as it's for business." She smiled to herself.

Akito blinked, since he'd thought going to the Bahamas was a great idea. "We don't have to go there if you would rather go somewhere else." He said. "We have other resorts, not all of them tropical. We even have a few cruise lines if you wanted to do that. Though…it's not the best time of the year for a cruise." He shrugged.

She glanced back at him, rolling her eyes. "You really need to age down handsome. You're too young not to catch sarcasm anymore." She chuckled, walking over to him and smiling up at him. "Sounds fun, and thanks for the chocolates." She framed his face with her hand and got on her tip toes, kissing him softly before walking around him and into the living room. "Now don't go around with that code to my house. Please dispose of it on your way out."

His brow furrowed, and a small blush came to his cheeks as he lightly touched his lips, which were still tingling from her kiss. Realizing that he probably looked like an idiot right now, he shook his head, taking out the paper with the code on it. He looked over it, quickly memorizing the number before tossing it in her trash can and walking back out to her living room, where she was seated on the couch, flipping through the channels. He stopped behind her and leaned down, loving the view of her cleavage he was getting. "You're a cruel woman, Sabaku no Natsumi." He murmured in her ear, smirking when he saw the goose bumps appear on her skin. "I'll send you and Vincent the flight information tomorrow. Enjoy your day off." He said, letting his lips touch her skin before he pulled away from her and made his way towards the door. "See you." he waved, leaving her home.

Natsumi blinked, a blush of her own coating her cheeks. She focused back on the TV, shivering from the left over sensation. "What a weirdo…" she smiled.