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I'm super late, I know! But I had a writer's block and I was working on finishing my other story but now I give this to you!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. NOT NARUTO, NOT THE CHARACTERS, NOT THE EARTH NADA.

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I took a deep breath, both of us staring at each other awkwardly as we recalled both of our outbursts.

This is not what was supposed to happen. Oh god, what's going to happen to me? What's going to happen to my career? I can't lose this job right now! I'm not even attractive! Oh my god, he's a guy too! Like, how is this happening? This isn't; nope. It's not really. Okay Naruto, just keep quiet and if it stays that way for more than a minute get the hell out of here!

He coughed, breaking the silence in some weird way. "I think it'd be better if we just pretended this never happened," He explained as he pulled his sleeve down and stared at the sushi. "I don't want to, uh..."

"I feel the same way. It was nice eating with you, Sasuke." I stood up, clearing my throat before I held my hand out. We shook hands, and I stared at him once more before exiting his suite. "I await your answer to UDA."

I began to jog onto the sidewalk when I was out of the hotel, going into the darker part of town as I did so. When I arrived at a run-down, locked up building that looked like it has been foreclosed I unlocked the cheap, worn metal lock and stepped into my first dance academy.

This was where I started off dancing, something that was once just a silly little hobby in some strange world. I never even imagined that I would be where I am now, and hopefully even further, but a while ago the owner died. I never liked him, his name being Kabuto Yakashi, but he ended up leaving me the key to the place in his will as it had been payed off. Now it was a place I came to reminisce on memories and calm myself. It was the one place no one could bother me. I could completely shut myself out and away from the world, as it was mine and mine alone.

As much as I hated being lonely, I loved to be alone. It was a weird phrase I said, but nonetheless true than what it meant.

I screamed and jumped about, relieving some stress and frustration on the torn punching bags. I wore myself out until I was drenched in sweat and forced to slide down and lean against the wall opposite large, rustic windows.

The moonlight flooded in, allowing me to calm myself and catch my breath.

What the hell are you going to do, Uzumaki? This is not what you wanted, what you needed. Not only is he such a large part in your dancing career, but he is the reason why you might literally die! You know that you have to eventually meet and confront him again or else you'll get physically sick until you wither away. You know this yet you continue to try and convince yourself you don't need him, don't want him. Oh god, I'm addressing myself in second person; I need to stop. See, this is why I don't have friends! Just imagine what would happen if you said these things aloud!

"You are saying these things out loud." I jumped and turned to see the very man who startled me, groaning as his silver hair shone in the white light. "Hello my little fox." He stated with a smile.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" I leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes as I relaxed.

"I'm your guardian, Naruto. I knew about this place ever since Mr. Yakashi died and I felt that it was fitting for you. This place is what you need, and I'm not the type of person to decrease your health because of a small little fragment like this." He walked over and stood on the banks of the stream of light, part of his face highlighted while others were shaded. It reminded me of a fancy and expensive portrait you would see in modeling agencies.

"That's very kind of you, Kakashi. I always knew you were the coolest guy ever." I chuckled to myself as I thought of the many times Kakashi was more of a friend than a parent.

"So, Naru; why are you here? I've also noted that this is your little stress ball." He looked out the window, staring into the distance as we talked.

I sighed. "I met my Soulmate."

The air filled with an absence and a tension both light and heavy at the same time, something indescribable about the whole scene. I could practically feel his eyes digesting me through my skin, his inner doctor poking out after-hours. His lungs were calling to him, just begging him to speak his peace and ask me what I knew he was going to.

"Sasuke fucking Uchiha has to be my Soulmate, Kaka. Sasuke Uchiha, president of Japan's UDA. Like, really? They couldn't give me someone else?" I let the words out in an exhale, a weight being semi-lifted from my shoulders. I opened my eyes lazily, looking out the window as Kakashi had done before. "And the worst part is that I don't want a Soulmate, especially not him. Not now, not when he's the one who is going to judge if I'm going to be big or not."

The older man winced as if it hurt to even hear the words, shaking his head as he put his index and his thumb on his chin. "Naruto...I honestly couldn't see this coming. It's very unfortunate that it had to be him, but I want to know more. Tell me how it happened, what happened, and how you and him both responded to it? Also, where was his Mark?"

After explaining the situation to him, he winced harder this time.

Great, Naruto; you've only made the situation worse. Congratulations, dumbass.

"That is not how it normally goes, Naru. That is also not how it should've gone, either. You both are going to have to accept this, but both of you are sort of ignoring this! Do you realize the severity of this situation? Because I don't think you do; you're playing this off as if it was a game!" He sighed heavily, gripping the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes and re-thought his words. "All I'm trying to say is that people die from things like this, Naruto. And as bad as this may seem, people fantasize about their Soulmates for a reason; it's the most rewarding thing there is besides, well...sex." He restated in a much calmer tone.

I stood slowly, grabbing the shoes that somehow had flown into a hole in the wall and putting them on as I walked past him. I stopped when I was standing next to him, staring ahead as I said my peace. "This is coming from a man who has never had a Soulmate." I felt guilt weld up in my chest as I walked away, but the feeling of accomplishment overpowered it.

I'd trade places with Kakashi if I could. I don't need anyone, no one needs me. No one wants me.

I stared up at the moon, closing my eyes and exhaled softly before going on my way home.

Sasuke Uchiha is going to hate this just as much as I do once he figures out how messed up I am.

"Naruto Uzumaki?" The petite woman called out to me as I stood, following her into a meeting hall where I would find out just how much Mr. Uchiha liked my performance and practice. She gestured to a chair, telling me to sit and wait as they would be here shortly. When she was gone, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and sunk back into my chair as minimally as I could to still retain my professional look.

I hadn't seen Kakashi since last night, and since it was noon and a very important meeting, I felt beyond guilty for my words last night.

There is too much for me to keep up with right now. I don't need this stress, ya know? Naruto, stop addressing yourself in other persons! Oh god, you're doing it again. Wait!

Before I could continue my painfully stupid thoughts a few bosses waltzed into the room, Sasuke being one of them, and I acted on sheer will and sat upright in my chair and tried to avoid my subconscious panicking. Just to my luck, the very devil that underwent most of my stress was sitting directly across from me on the other side of the table; his look superficial and almost too professional.

'It's fake,' My conscious bothered me.

Shut up, other Naruto.

"Mr. Uzumaki," The CEO of UDA in the West division of America, Asuma Sarutobi, began. "We have carefully reviewed your actions and statements with your dances and have come to a conclusion. Ultimately, these all go through Sir Uchiha, as you know, and it is of my utmost honor to let him voice our decision."

Geez, why is he such a big deal? Aren't they both CEOs?

As he cleared his throat, he looked directly at me, his dark pools boring straight through me.

He was trying not to look at me.

'I told you so. He needs you just as much as you need him.' My subconscious rattled on again.

I pushed the silly thoughts to the back of my mind as I closed my eyes, the pressure and pain of the situation and my shoulder too much to deal with, much less needing to focus on the very man who is supposed to live happily ever after with me. I gulped, preparing for the words to hit me.

"We will not..." His baritone stated, my ears plugging up and my heart shriveling as I tried to retain the still posture I held. "...be letting you go." My ears perked up, my head staying down as I let my eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "Congratulations, Mr. Uzumaki. I hope to see you again...soon." I stayed in the same position as one-by-one my new bosses proceeded out of the meeting area, shutting the door with a gentle click.

I sucked in a breath, my knuckles white as they gripped onto the chair I sat in.

I did it.

I slid my rolling chair back slowly, standing up and closing my eyes. My hands slid over my face, shielding me from the outside for a second.

I fucking did it! I made it into UDA!

I smiled, my bright canines piercing through the cracks of my fingers and my chuckles beginning to sprout.

I did it. I finally, finally made it to the big stages.

I cheered softly to myself, my eyes glistening from the tears brimming my oceans of blue as I let my hands fall to the side.

"I made it. I finally made it, dad." I whispered as the salty drops that were clinging to my bottom lashes threatened to fall. "I will finally make you proud, otosan."

"That's certainly something to say after you've been signed a deal with the largest attractional company in the world." A sharp, deep baritone broke into my little bubble, my head spinning around to see a pale raven-haired man casually standing by the doorway. My shoulder twitched ruthlessly, my nails digging into my palm as I clenched my fist to balance out the hurt.

He was staring at the floor for a while, messing with his watch as I stared at him. "When did you even get in here?"

"There is such a thing as a door, dobe." He straightened out the edge of his sleeve, pulling it tightly before crossing his arms and gazing up at me.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, eyebrows coming together as a result of the insult.

"You're obviously familiar with Japanese, or else you wouldn't have just called your father otosan just a minute ago. Am I wrong?" His face was as still as a piece of glass in a frame, his body fragile but his words lethal. I caved, muttering a whatever as his eyes smirked for him and he walked over to the other side of the room.

"What are you doing here anyway, Sasu-"

"Mr. Uchiha." Every one of his words came out as a fact, as an order. None of them ever held any emotion or regard towards anyone else but himself.

How the hell is he supposed to be my Soulmate? You've gotta be shitting me! He's as cold as a piece of ice! I swear, the minute he's my boss he has to turn into some pompous asshole!

"And I came back to this room because I forgot my briefcase." I scoffed, leaning onto the table with my head between my arms as I tried to deal with this different Sasuke than I had met the night before.

"Gee, thanks." I mumbled without thinking.

His briefcase was set onto the table far too harshly to be an accident and I couldn't lift my head to see what he was doing; all I knew was that he was angry. "Listen, Naruto. I'm your boss now, okay? I can't be your friend, and even if I could I live on the other side of the world." I could feel the air shift around me as he walked to me, his presence powerful and strong as he leant over to my ear. "So stop acting like I give a care about you and just..." He stuttered, something that he was obviously not used to. My shoulder burnt the most it ever had as I waited for him to finish.

When he never did, he sighed in defeat and the air seemed safe to breathe again, something I took advantage of.

It's not just affecting me, is it? It's almost physically impossible to hate each other.

I heard the door open, and before he made his fancy way out he muttered some last words to me. "I live on the other side of the world, Naruto. No matter how much my body or your body says that we need to stay around each other it is physically impossible. Just remember that, and don't come searching for me; this never even happened."

Well...shit. What am I supposed to do now?

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