Disclaimer: I don't own nor have I contributed to Naruto in any way! Nope! None!
Sky-eyed Kitsune: Next chappie, yatta! XD
Gomi-kun: This is so draining at least three hours out of my life per day. -.-
Sky-eyed Kitsune: So I'm torturing you, bla bla bla, that's nothing new. ;3 Yay! Christmas is almost here! And that means…a long break to write shouene-ainess!!! Muhahahaha!
Gomi-kun: --faints--
Reviewer Replies (Cause I'm not using the button anymore, lol)
To makebelievegirl, akume, CloudyEros, cluelessninja65: Arigatou!
To VoSpader: Thanks! Japanese is my native language, but Gomi-kun is translating everything, so if you see a typo or mistranslation, BLAME HIM!!! Hehe, I have also done a high school fic, lol!
To blusum: Well the first meeting is indeed here, but the real introductions are in the next chappie. ;)
To GiantFlyingSquirrel: Yosh! I hope this is fast enough for you. Gomen! I'm currently trying to keep up with five other ongoing fanfics! (I'll get an update schedule for them out soon…)
To xNeTsUx: Thank you for being patient. Oh how the world NEEDS more patient people! T.T
To Catat: Ah! Arigatou, I will:D
To shadowphoenix143: Arigatou! Wonderful to see familiar screen names! Wow, you've reviewed like every one of my stories, haven't you? O.o Yay! Just for all people who are confuzzled, YES, NARUTO IS HOT AND SMEXY LIKE SASUKE, BUT HE IS NOT, REPEAT, NOT SEME IN THIS FIC! HE IS UKE! UUUUUKKKKEEEE! Also, Sasuke may seem to have a fluffy attitude towards Naruto's looks, but no way did I soften him up! He's alive and bitchin'!
To aloukou101: Arigatou! Lol, are there a lot of good stories? I haven't been reading lately. O.o
Chapter Two: Daily Chaos
Naruto sighed and buried his head deeply into his orange pillow, pulling up the black silk covers around his gorgeous half naked body.
"GOOOOOD MORNING!" Jiraiya suddenly boomed as he burst into the room, slamming open the door to the superstar's room with a coffee mug in one hand.
Naruto groaned in response and pulled up the covers more until only a frazzled mess of blonde hair was poking out.
"C'mon now Naruto!" Jiraiya said boisterously, walking up to the bed and stripping it of the covers with a swift flick of his hand. Naruto shivered and curled up more, hugging his pillow.
"Get pumped for that spring model shoot Naruto!" Jiraiya laughed. A moment later an orange pillow was flung in his face.
"Urusai," Naruto hissed, sitting up into a crossed-leg position in his black boxers. He yawned and stretched out.
CLANG!
Naruto stopped mid-yawn as the large circular window across from his bed beside his bookshelf revealed at least twenty photographers and the paparazzi.
Naruto's pupils shrunk as the bright lights from the cameras flashed until he saw spots.
He sat there, dumbstruck. The paparazzi had only ever tried jumping him like this when he was outside his house. Not freaking inside wearing nothing but his boxers!
The press was gonna have a hell of a field day.
Naruto opened his mouth to say something, completely frozen as the cameras pressed up against the glass. He willed his voice to work but nothing with the exception of a squeak came out.
Jiraiya turned around when he didn't hear Naruto complaining about his wake up call, sipping his coffee. He spit it out all over the dark blue carpet when he saw the persistent cameras.
"OUT! OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT!!!" he screamed, making shooing motions with his hands as if they were a flock of annoying crows. He approached the window like a dragon ready to melt their skin off, and they all dispersed. Jiraiya grabbed the curtains and flung them over the window, pulling down the blinds as well.
"There goes my dignity," Naruto sighed, falling back onto his plush bed.
"Oh no it's not!" Jiraiya said angrily. He whipped out his cell phone and pressed a button furiously.
"Nara, Akamichi, I need you to take care of some paparazzi cameras for me," he said into the phone. "Yea. One minute ago by the window. Mmhmm. Gotcha. Get to work."
Jiraiya shut the phone and attached it to his belt buckle, grinning widely at the famous blonde.
"See? Nothin' to worry about!" he said confidently. "Now then, get up! You have a modeling shoot in one hour!"
Naruto sat up yet again as Jiraiya left his room. He glanced at the clock on his bedside.
6:30 am.
What an exciting start to his day.
Sasuke hugged his pillow close under his navy sheets, slowly peeling open one eye to see the neon lights of the digital clock beside him.
8:30 am.
How good it felt to sleep in (somewhat) late for once.
Sasuke sat up in bed and stretched out, his covers slipping off his bare toned chest, milky and smooth.
His eyes suddenly flashed with remembrance as golden locks and blue eyes came to his mind. He smiled as he sat up.
His interview with Uzumaki Naruto was in one hour. It was only a thirty minute interview, but Sasuke was going to make the best of it.
"NARUTO, YOU DISPLAY SUCH YOUTH THAT I CAN HARDLY KEEP FROM SHOUTING!"
Naruto rolled his eyes at the model director in front of him clad in bright green clothes with a bowel cut and humongous caterpillar eyebrows.
"You are shouting," Naruto said. He was in a pissy mood and didn't feel like dealing with Gai at the moment.
"NARUTO-SAMA!"
Or his prodigy Rock Lee.
Naruto held his breath as he felt strong arms wrap around him and swung him around.
"NARUTO-SAMA! I HAVE MISSED YOU SINCE THE LAST SUNSET THAT WE DID NOT SHARE TOGETHER!"
Naruto choked and kicked his feet out, his hands effectively restrained by Lee's crushing hug.
"S-Shika…" Naruto gasped. Suddenly he was released and collapsed into puddle on the floor as Shikamaru and Chouji grabbed both of Lee's arms.
Lee chuckled and sweat-dropped as Naruto stood back up, wobbling.
"Gomenasai Naruto-sama," Lee said as Shikamaru moved to help up the superstar. "Please let me make it up to you with a date!!!"
"Iie Lee," Naruto said, dusting himself off. "Daijoubu."
"PLEASE NARUTO-SAMA! ONE DATE!"
Naruto shot Lee a warning glare. "I said no," he told the brunette, who slouched where he stood.
There was some clapping from the other end of the room as a man one year older than Naruto with blood red hair and the tattoo kanji for ai on his forehead.
"Alright minna-san," he said, crossing his arms. "Let's wrap up. Naruto-sama has an interview to get to right after this."
"HAI!" Gai said.
"H-hai…" Lee said, heartbroken from being shot down for the millionth time by the gorgeous blonde.
"Arigatou Gaara-san," Naruto said, and Gaara nodded to him.
Gaara was the owner of the Sungakure modeling company with his older brother and sister also working in the industry.
"All right Naurto-sama! Time for a youthful change of clothes!" Gai said, holding up something on a hanger. Naruto rolled his eyes as he swiped the clothing and went behind the dressing screen.
Sasuke pulled his motorcycle up to the studio at 9:20am, early just in case Naruto was an impatient star that liked to get things done quickly.
Sasuke went into the building and headed to the elevator, pressing one of the top buttons.
A second later he was walking down a black tiled hall with deep red wallpaper positively reeking of expensiveness.
Sasuke flipped out his phone and dialed a number. He held it to his ear.
"Hn?"
"Where are you Shino?" Sasuke asked a bit harshly to the photographer.
"I'm stuck in traffic. Start without me," the man on the other side said, and the line disconnected. Sasuke sighed and pocketed his phone.
He stopped in front of room 118, and not wanting to seem unimportant, swung the doors open.
"YES! NARUTO-SAMA, YOU ARE SO VERY PERFECT TODAY!" Gai shouted as Lee snapped the camera away at the superstar.
Naruto was clad in black jeans purposely ripped at the bottom that hung low around his waist, letting a small line of blonde hair show in the libido area when he stretched out, his lithe form rippling under the golden silk shirt he wore half-unbuttoned. His chest was smooth and beautiful, and his hair fell in calm spikes around his face, illuminating his whisker like scars and making his blue eyes sparkle mysteriously. The shirt blended with his skin, making him look almost godly when he moved. He smiled and Lee almost had a heart attack.
"Ok, floor now if you please Naruto-sama!" Gai said. Naruto dropped to the floor and Lee stood over him with the camera, Gai flagging his left side.
"Alright, work your magic!" Gai said, pumping a fist into the air.
Naruto sprawled out his body, lifting his chest up a bit to reveal soft skin previously covered by his shirt at his lower torso. He raised his arms to lie above his head, twining one finger in his golden locks that spilled over the mahogany floor. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his sun-kissed neck and staring at the camera with half-lidded sky blue eyes and a sexy smirk on his face.
Lee snapped the camera like crazy, Gai spouting something about "best issue ever" and some other crap.
Out to the corner Shikamaru stiffened and held a tissue to his bleeding nose. Chouji snickered at his friend, himself swinging completely the other way. But then again Naruto could turn the straightest man gay.
Gaara mentally noted to raise Naruto's pay. He still had his arms crossed, watching his star model show of the spring line of clothes with the expertise and grace one could only dream of having. Gaara was like a brother to the blonde, talking about his life that didn't revolve around work and just relaxing in the lounge with some coffee when he could spare a minute after modeling. (Literally a minute since Jiraiya kept him on such a tight-ass schedule…)
Gaara knew that Naruto didn't like modeling, even if he was damn well good at it. Sungakure's income had never been greater thanks to the blonde, but Naruto in reality was shy, and showing off his body in such a way made him feel unnerved. He still refused to show a boxer line, though he would strip his shirt for modeling jeans.
Naruto was trying his best to preserve himself from the unwanted limelight, but with his job it was hard.
The doors suddenly burst open. Gaara turned his head, a vein throbbing on his forehead, and Shikamaru and Chouji moved into a defensive stance. Naruto looked over to the door while Gai and Lee kept on snapping the camera and speaking some random gibberish.
Naruto's eyes widened a bit as he lost himself to a black sea.
Sasuke's breath hitched in his throat when those sky blue eyes met his own and engulfed him completely.
The gorgeous blonde on the photography stage sat up, his gaze never disconnecting with Sasuke's.
Gai let out a (manly) squeal.
"NARUTOOO-SAMA!" he cried, tears pouring from his face like a faucet. "YOU HAVE FINALLY GIVEN US THE LOOK OF LOVE!"
"L-love?" Naruto said, not looking at Gai. Gai nodded vigorously nonetheless.
"IT IS WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE! I HAVE TOLD YOU SOOO MANY TIMES TO INVISION YOURSELF IN LOVE DURING ONE OF THESE SHOOTS TO MAKE IT PERFECT, AND NOW YOU HAVE!!!"
Gai suddenly hit the floor, out cold. Lee kept flashing the camera though as Naruto stood up, still staring at the handsome raven across the room.
Sasuke was captivated. Naruto's presence was like a breath of fresh air, and his eyes sent a feeling of warmth through his body, comforting like never before.
"Naruto-sama! I wish to date you now more than ever!!!" Lee shouted, pumping his fist into the air as sparkles and ocean waves suddenly appeared behind him.
Naruto blinked.
The doors suddenly slammed open again, and before Naruto had a chance to let out an "eep!", cameras and the paparazzi swarmed in like moths to a flame, engulfing Naruto in the mess of cameras and microphones.
"Naruto-sama! Is it true that you're considering leaving 'Crimson Eyes'?"
"Naruto-sama! Over here! Are the rumors that you're signing a million dollar contract with Sungakure Studios accurate?"
"Naruto-sama! Boxers or briefs!?"
Naruto backed up to the corner of the wall and covered his eyes with his hands as he was prodded with questions and the bright flashes from the cameras blinded him.
Shikamaru and Chouji hurried to the scene, quickly defending Naruto from the bloodthirsty media.
The cameras swiveled this way and that, still flashing as questions continued to be delivered in rapid fire. Naruto was remained cornered even with his bodyguards like golden fox backed up against a tree.
Sasuke blinked.
What right did all of them have barging in like this!?
Sasuke narrowed his eyes as the looked at the frightened kitsune in the corner, and he discreetly walked into the crowd.
"OUT. ALL OF YOU OUT NOW!"
The paparazzi flicked their gaze over to the cold voice to see Gaara glaring at them right behind their backs. They immediately let loose a string of questions and flashed their cameras, not moving from their spots to keep Naruto boxed in.
Sasuke got down on all fours and crawled through the crowd, choking on a dust bunny now and then. He moved a hand forward when a camera man stepped on it, and his eyes bugged out of his head and he bit his lip as he suppressed a yelp.
Nevertheless, he shook his head and edged forward.
He had a mission!
Naruto let out a squeak as he felt a hand tug him down to the floor and he once again became lost in an onyx sea.
"Y-y-y-you!" Naruto hissed, suddenly flaring despite the beautiful man in front of him. "You brought all of these guys in here, didn't you!? Shikama- mmf!"
Naruto's plea for help came out as a muffled mess as the handsome man clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Urusai!" he said. "I didn't let any of these stalkers in! My name is Sasuke and I'm NOT a media freak!"
Sasuke removed his hand and Naruto glared at him.
"Tch," the blonde said. "Prove it teme!"
"Dobe!" Sasuke said, and Naruto raised an eyebrow. No reporter, if they ever even wanted to get one word out of Naruto, would EVER insult him.
This was definitely no paparazzi agent.
As the cameras swiveled to adjust to Gaara while keeping Naruto boxed in, Naruto felt the space around him becoming claustrophobic.
Before he could even think, he clung to the nearest thing…which happened in this case to be Sasuke.
Sasuke gasped as he found himself with a bundle of gold, and he looked down to see Naruto gripping him tightly.
Sasuke's mind went to overdrive as the crisp smell of the fall leaves and wind reached his nose, and he closed his eyes.
"Dozo…" (Please)
Sasuke's eyes shot open and he looked down to the male star in his arms. He stared back at Sasuke with weak half-lidded eyes.
"…dozo……"
Sasuke gasped as Naruto closed his eyes and fell back, and he reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling the other man to him.
"H-hey!" Sasuke said, shaking the blonde's shoulder. Naruto didn't respond, totally out cold.
Sasuke looked around frantically for help, but the paparazzi continued to box them both in as the superstar's black clad security guarded him.
Sasuke gave himself a mental slap.
He was an Uchiha, dammit! He could do this!
Sasuke hoisted Naruto into his arms more, his scent completely engulfing him, and he felt the blood rise to his cheeks.
"I better get a medal for this," he grumbled, and got on his knees.
Inch by inch like a snail, Sasuke walked through the forest of legs with the blonde actor in his arms, carefully making sure he didn't bump into anyone. Sasuke looked around for an exit, when his eyes suddenly met the jade pair of what he assumed to be Sungakure's owner. He froze for a moment, and the redhead nodded to his left.
Sasuke looked to his upper left and saw a door labeled "Model's Lounge".
He nodded back to the owner before crawling forward and ducking into the room.
Sasuke tumbled into the lounge with the blonde, slamming his back against the door quickly and shutting out the noise.
"What the hell!?"
Sasuke looked up to see two men the same age as himself looking at him like he had just grown a second head.
One wore simple brown jeans with a white button-up shirt. His russet hair fell loose and long over his shoulders, his eyes a disarming pearl gaze.
The other had short black hair with a black belly tank top and long black leather pants. He blinked his coal eyes at Sasuke, mouth a bit agape.
"Naruto!" they both suddenly said in unison, taking the star from Sasuke and placing him on the cushy leather sofa in the room.
Sasuke took a brief look around.
In front of the couch was an modern abstract art coffee table with a few magazines and a Starbucks© cup on its smooth chestnut surface, a plasma screen TV on the cream painted wall in front of it. To the back was a small self-serve bar and a few other chairs here and there. Model pictures hung on the wall, one Sasuke noticed, of Naruto posing for a pair of jeans, chains on both sides with a knees ripped. He was topless in the picture, revealing his firm and toned chest, smooth and golden. Over his collar hung a blue crystal necklace, the corner of which he had nipped in his mouth and hung from his pearly white teeth that brought out his sky blue gaze.
Sasuke swallowed.
"Shit! Naruto-kun!"
Sasuke shook his head and looked back to the other two men, who he assumed were models, fussing over the unconscious blonde.
"He's out cold," he black-eyed one said.
The other brunette leaned down and placed the back of his hand over the blonde's forehead, and Sasuke felt jealousy rise up inside of him.
"At least he doesn't have a fever like last time," the brown-haired model said, and they both stood back up, looking a bit calmer.
Suddenly their eyes zeroed in on Sasuke, and they had him cornered in a millisecond.
"You! Get your paparazzi ass out of here! Leave Naruto-sama alone!" the belly-shirt one said, balling his hand into a fist.
"Hn," Sasuke sneered. "This is the thanks I get for saving the blonde dobe?"
"What!?" the other model said, flaring. "Don't ever call Naruto-kun a-…..you saved him?"
"Hn," Sasuke said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "That redhead outside the door being hammered by the paparazzi nodded for me to take Naruto in here."
"Don't call him that like you know him!" the coal-eyed one said.
"Like you know him any better. No one does baka."
"Why you!"
The other brunette slapped a hand to his face as Sasuke and the belly-shirt model started to argue loudly
"Where is Jiraiya-san when you need him?" he grumbled.
Gaara flicked his eyes from camera to camera as he nodded and answered questions briefly.
He wasn't sure how much more of this prodding he could take, but if he went berserk it would raid the front page of Tokyo Pop News.
And could he really trust that black-haired man with Naruto? Well, at least they had gone into the lounge like Gaara had hoped. Neji and Sai were taking a break in there and would protect Naruto. (And hopefully not do anything else…)
BANG!
Gaara whipped around and the cameras swiveled towards the door that had just been brutally slammed open.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?" Jiraiya bellowed, practically shaking the whole building.
The paparazzi made a beeline for him as Gaara blinked, half shocked to death.
"Back up! I can sue all your asses for busting in here during a shoot!" Jiraiya shouted, his nostrils flaring and eyes burning. Gaara raised an eyebrow as he practically saw steam emit from Jiraiya's ears.
"OUT! OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT! DAMMIT, OUT! BEFORE I SUE YOU ALL TO TIMBUCKTOO UNTIL YOU'RE ON THE SIDEWALK LIVING IN A CARDBOARD BOX!"
The room emptied out in a matter of five seconds.
Gaara blinked again, then collapsed.
"Gaara, you ok?" Jiraiya asked, walking up to the young company owner and extending a hand.
Gaara slowly nodded, taking the hand gratefully and standing up.
"Ayame!" Gaara said, and a blonde woman appeared by the redhead in a flash.
"Hai Gaara-sama?" she said.
"Get me an aspirin and some water."
"Hai!"
Gaara rubbed his temples.
"Arigatou Jiraiya-san," he said. "If you hadn't come I think I would have blown up.
Jiraiya grinned and gave Gaara a slap on the back.
"Anytime! Who were those paparazzi freaks hunting for anyway? Was it Neji? Sai?"
"It was Naruto."
Jiraiya froze and Gaara backed up a bit. There was a long uncomfortable silence.
"WHAT!?!?!?" Jiraiya exploded. "WHERE IS HE!?"
"He collapsed. Some brunette interviewer took him into the lounge after-"
"HOLY HELL!?!? WHY DIDN'T YOU DO SOMETHING!?"
"I was a little busy holding off Naruto's rabid pursuers."
"NARUTOOOOO!"
Jiraiya flew further into the room and threw open the Model's lounge.
"Ne…"
Neji turned around from the brunette interviewer and Sai's fervent arguing to see Naruto moving.
"Sai, I think he's waking up," Neji said, and Sai whipped his head around just as he and the interviewer had grabbed each other by the collar and readied their fists.
Naruto groaned and lifted a hand to his head, scrunching his eyes.
"Naruto-kun!" Sai said, rushing over to the blonde as he released the brunette.
"Give him some air," Neji ordered, holding back a hand to Sai. (He had been known to give death glomps.)
"Naruto-kun? Are you alright?" Neji asked quietly.
Naruto opened his sky-blue eyes and Sasuke practically melted.
"What…what happened?" Naruto choked out.
BANG!
The bar rattled as the door was forced open and a white blob came rushing in and tackled Naruto.
"NARUTOOO!" Neji and Sai relaxed when they recognized Jiraiya's voice.
Jiraiya grabbed Naruto by his shoulders from the couch and shook him violently.
"NARUTO! NARUTONARUTONARUTO! WAKE UP!!!" he cried, rattling him like some kind of stuffed animal fox.
"HENTAI!!! I'M AWAKE YOU PERV!" Naruto shouted.
"You are!?" Jiraiya said, ceasing his relentless shaking and looking wide-eyed at the puddle of gold in his arms.
Naruto's head dropped back and he gurgled in response, his eyes spinning.
"THANK GOD!" Jiraiya cried, and Naruto's head shot up.
"M-matte!" (wait) he said, holding up his hands as Jiraiya brought the blonde closer to him. "Mattemattemattemattemattematte!!! Gak!"
Naruto let out a choke as Jiraiya brought him into a bone-crushing hug. (Worse than Sai's.)
Neji winced as he heard Naruto's back crack.
"Oh my god! I was flipping out, Naruto!" Jiraiya cried. "I thought the paparazzi had eaten you for sure! Kami-sama! Oh wait, I remember now!"
Jiraiya pulled Naruto back and held him up eye level with him. (Naruto was shorter than most males and Jiraiya was a freaking tall giant!)
"What?" Naruto groaned, obviously not wanting to hear anything else the man had to say.
"I came here to tell you that you have your 9:30 am interview now!"
Naruto blinked, then snarled.
"No way! I've had enough! I'm going home!!!" he said, wriggling in Jiraiya's grasp on his shoulders.
"You have to!" Jiraiya whined, not letting the blonde go. "If you don't Tsunade will kill me! Literally! Please son?"
Sasuke blinked.
SON!?!?!?
That white-haired tall guy with the red face tattoos was Naruto's father!?
"Jiraiya, I'm tired and I wanna go home!" Naruto whined childishly, pouting cutely.
"Pleeeeaaassseee?" The man named Jiraiya begged. Naruto regarded his "father" for a moment before rolling his eyes and sighing.
"Excellent!" Jiraiya bellowed, plunking Naruto back to the ground.
"Hm. I wonder where the fellow Tsunade sent is."
"Over here."
Jiraiya and Naruto swiveled their heads toward Sasuke as he stepped forward, and Naruto's eyes bugged out of his head as he thrust an accusing finger at the brunette interviewer.
"T-t-teme!?"
I is evil. DUN DUN DUN! Next chappie, the interview! The award ceremony! The soccer game! The…late night happenings!?
Sky-eyed Kitsune
Translated by Gomi-kun