No matter how much I tried to avoid the one named Uzumaki Naruto, god simply hated me. There was no other explanation as to why I kept running into him although I made sure not to be at the places he was supposed to be at.

Ever since his unnecessary comment about my virginity and my realization that someone should prove that idiot wrong about the relationship things, I avoided Naruto like the plague. And by that, yes, I mean I didn't even go to the man's toilet in fear of running into him, and instead opted to use the ladies' room. The scary look on some coworkers' faces was priceless, they probably thought I was a peeping Tom or something...

Sad, I know.

But, so was my infatuation toward Naruto, the one person I shouldn't feel an ounce of attraction to. He was literally everything a man like me shouldn't like and didn't need for that matter, yet I was drawn to him like a moth to flame.

Holy fuck, I sound like a sissy and I'm not even drunk, not to mention it's barely past noon.

Dodging Naruto once again upon seeing him with Sakura chatting lightly, I knew that it was probably the last time today I could actually avoid the man, since his show was on in a few hours.

I sneaked into my own office with a burning hot cup of coffee, and glanced towards the two of them who were oblivious to my stalking gaze. Naruto was dressed up today. He usually looked charming, dressed in light close, but today he looked like he was set on bending the world to his will.

He was clad in a black suit that hugged his curves perfectly, not to mention it was expensive as fuck, which brought me to realization that Naruto was, indeed, filthy rich, judging by his car and the Armani suit he was wearing. The black tie hung loosely around his neck and it was a perfect contrast to his pearl white shirt.

His jacket was unbuttoned, and I noticed Sakura ogling his chest like she wanted to pounce on him any minute now, regardless of the people surrounding them. Naruto had one hand in a pocket of his suit pants, the other hand was resting on Sakura's shoulder. He seemed to be interested in the conversation, judging by the way his lips stretched into a wide grin.

I'd lie if I said I wasn't curious about what they were talking about.

Itachi informed me that he would be staying with me today too, the text said 'I'm booking your bed for tonight again' and I really wanted to smash my phone, but I opted to leave him on 'seen' and save the poor from shattering.

Fucker.

He still didn't tell me what happened with him and Dei, but I assumed it was something big, considering he needed to leave their apartment and not go back for days.

Putting the earbud in my ear, I prepared for Naruto's show. It was all the preparation I could do, since I had no clue what he had planned for Sad Fact today considering I avoided him for days. It wasn't long after I put the piece of tech in my ear and turned it on that I heard Naruto's deep voice, "Well, hello princess."

I blanched at the nickname.

"It's Mister Uchiha to you. Dumbass." I retorted, looking at him on the small screen. The fact he called me a princess when everyone else in production could hear him made me furious for some reason.

"Fine, Mr. Dickhead. Tired of avoiding me already?" He smirked at the camera somehow knowing I was currently watching it on screen, and I deadpanned having everyone in the room knowing about that.

Oh who am I kidding, it was suspicious enough that I used the ladies room the whole day.

"Later, Uzumaki." I hissed at him warningly and he chuckled, giving me a wink on camera again.

"We're going live in 5, 4, 3..."

I heard the announcement and focused on doing my job perfectly well, like always.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, here we are today in another Sad Fact episode. I have a very simple question for you today: Do you think looks matter?"

I watched as Naruto took his chin between his thumb and forefinger, faking the expression of wonder. His eyes were glittering in amusement and his lips were slightly perked up.

"You guys know I enjoy experimenting with such questions on the people I work with, but hey, this is also a question for all of you! Feel free to dial the numbers on the screen and tell me what you think!"

He flashed a smile, approaching Kiba. Oh shit... Not Kiba again.

"Say, Kiba, a girl walks into a bar. And there's a guy there, sitting casually, all relaxed, drinking his whiskey. Then he spots the girl. She has a short dress on her, hugging her perfect hips, her red lipstick making her plump lips look so damn kissable. She starts flirting with the guy and she's obviously gorgeous and interested in him."

Naruto started talking, his eyes gleaming in mischief, and when he started talking to Kiba, I could've guessed where this was leading to...

He wanted to know if the guy would go for a girl. A married, taken guy, that's why he approached Kiba and not someone else.

I just knew it would come out of his mouth any second now and my eyes narrowed slightly. I had to try to stop it. Kiba and Hinata had been together for some time now, and even though Kiba was an idiot, I knew how much he loved his wife. But still, Kiba was a next level idiot, and probably the most clueless guy in the world. Answering Naruto's question, just to prove Naruto's fucking point, would make Hinata sad, no doubt, and knowing Kiba... he wouldn't even know why she's upset.

"Dumbass. Don't." I warned Naruto quietly, knowing he could hear me, before he continued talking.

He looked into the camera and flashed a wide grin as if to say 'you're not my boss' even though I technically was, but he didn't give two shits about that.

"Don't." I hissed again, but it was like telling a dog not to pee on the sidewalk when you take him out for a walk to pee... Impossible for him to comprehend.

"Say bro, the guy is married, has family; a wife who's pretty but not even remotely close to this chick's beauty and children that are too small to even speak." He continued despite my protest and I saw red. His nonchalant attitude made me so furious I clutched the phone in my hand so hard I thought I'd break it.

"Stop it." I growled in his ear again, not caring about the looks I got from the people in the room.

But he didn't stop.

"What if he could spend a night with this gorgeous woman and nobody would know about it? She does look like a lottery prize." Naruto finished, his question hanging in the air as Kiba looked at him thoughtfully.

"Dude, who'd refuse a lottery prize? Of course he would take the girl, if just for a night." was Kiba's splendid reply.

I really wondered if that guy had any brain in that skull of his. I mean, a person with a brain would at least stop to think about response, but Kiba gave it automatically.

Naruto grinned that shiteating grin of his, reserved specially for this show when he proved his point. "And that, my dear friends, is a SAD Fact! Who would say no to someone who looks drop-dead gorgeous?!" He smiled cockily, walking around the studio, waiting for someone to call the line.

On my deepest disappointment, all of the phones started ringing at once, and I knew he had charmed his audience once again.

Fucking prick.

I glanced at Hinata, her sad expression was enough confirmation that she was hurt. Hurt by her husband's stupidity and hurt by Uzumaki's ignorance.

And did that moron just publicly exclaim that he would fuck anything standing on two legs if it looks up to his taste. I realized then that the attire he picked for today had everything to do with his show's topic.

I glared at the camera, ignoring what the idiot was talking to a person who just called, before taking my phone and calling out to Shino as I dialed the number, "Take the phone call with the last three digits 666."

I couldn't see the look that Shino gave me since he always wore fucking black sunglasses. Hey that was his style and nobody minded including me. He nodded once at me and put me on.

"Oho, we have another caller on the line! Hello, what is your name?" Naruto asked still smiling.

"I chose to remain anonymous." I replied glaring at the screen.

The room went silent, everyone's eyes were on me, half of them were surprised to hear my call, half of them expecting the repeat of the performance that took place several nights ago. Well the fuckers really had watched that one embarrassing moment in my life...

No wonder I received so many cat calls on my breaks, probably the whole building knew my dick size by now.

Naruto's smile dropped. His face had an expression of utter disbelief as he heard my voice. He knew it was me, and for a moment I thought he would call out my name, but he didn't. Instead, a deep frown took place on his boyish face and he continued the show.

All traces of acknowledgement gone, replaced by his wide smile.

"Well, Mr Anonymous, thank you for calling! Tell us, what do you think? Do looks matter?" He asked the question and took a relaxed pose, the one with one hand in his pocket. The pose made his shoulders release the tension and his well built abdomen stood out cladded with the suit jacket.

Why did he have to look so good, damn it?

"No." I flatly replied. "I wouldn't sleep with someone I just met, regardless of how she looks. She can be the most beautiful woman in the world, but until I get to know her, I won't lay a finger on her." I continued, still deadly glaring at the small screen with Naruto's zoomed face in it.

It took him a second to think about what I said. His lips formed a pout at first, and then his shiteating grin was back full force, "Are you gay, Mr Anonymous?" his eyes gleaming mirthful.

How did he do it? How did manage to make me pissed off and then make even more fucking pissed off and with a smile on his face to boot?!

And what the fuck????

Did he seriously ask me that question knowing I was standing in a room full of people we both worked with. That's personal. And nobody had any business knowing that

"What does it matter? I am simply pointing out that I wouldn't sleep with a random person. And just for the record, what the hell would a married man with two small children do in a bar all alone?" Naruto heard the anger leaking through my voice and it brought a teasing smile to his face.

Oh, he enjoyed pushing my buttons. That was obvious.

Good to know that my animosity was making him all smiley and happy. What a prick...

"Well, maybe he had a fight with his wife and decided to chill alone for a bit." He replied casually, almost as if speaking about the weather and not infidelity.

"It's still not a reason to cheat on someone you chose to spend your life with." I finished, pressing the end button to the call.

Feeling the rage consume me, I left the room from which we followed the live show and headed outside. I needed air.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't believe I allowed him to talk shit like that in my show. Technically, Kakashi allowed it, because he was bringing viewers, hence, the money too, but it was too much for me to take. Seeing Hinata all broken like that made me feel truly sorry about her and how Naruto played Kiba.

And knowing that Naruto was the kind of person who would cheat on someone made my stomach clench.

I quickly dismissed the thoughts that involved Naruto's unfaithfulness because it had nothing to do with me, it simply wasn't moral.

I left work early that day, not giving a single fuck about anything.

"Tachi, what's going on? Why are you here and not in your own apartment with Dei?" I asked, sipping on the red wine Itachi brought.

"It's a really long story otouto."

My brother was neither a coward nor a bad person. Whatever happened was something that clearly affected him so much, to the point of hurting him to talk about it. And, trust me, I knew my brother.

This was big.

"Spit it out and I'll tell you what happened today in return." I retorted, twirling the glass in my hand and knowing he'd give in, if only for the pleasure of scooping on me and teasing me about it afterwards.

Itachi sighed, gave me a small 'fine' and took a long sip from his own glass.

See?

Piece of cake.

When he started talking, his voice sounded regretful.

"Dei and I spoke about having a family, you know... and by family, I mean marriage and kids..." Itachi paused, looking at the glass before continuing, "I told him it's too early to adopt a child. I had no objections to the marriage part. God knows I love him and I'd give my everything to make him happy. But the child... I told him I wasn't ready for that yet." He finished, looking up to meet my eyes with his own onyx ones.

He regretted saying that to Deidara, I could tell by the look in his eyes, and his voice. Every word he uttered screamed that he regretted it. However, my brother was an honest man and if he had said it to his lover, then Itachi meant what he had said. I knew my brother wanted kids, he wanted a family with Dei, but there was a reason he told him to wait and Itachi refused to tell him what the reason was.

I could understand that.

He continued though, not keeping anything from me.

"I have a really difficult case. The guys I'm going against are highly rated criminals. I can't... I won't risk his safety and the safety of our child until I'm done with this." He told me honestly and I looked at him with sadness.

I knew there was a reason, I really read Itachi like an open book. But to hear that my brother's life could be in danger had my skin prickled and I instantly replied, "Call dad. He can help. He will help."

"You mean the same dad who almost had a heart attack when I told him I'm gay? That dad?" He asked, voice thick in irony.

"Yes, Tachi. He's our father. He won't turn his back on you, regardless of who you love he still loves you, because, at the end of the day, you are his son."

Itachi looked thoughtful for a moment and then a small smile marred his lips, "When did you grow up, little brother?"

"Shut up!" I was almost embarrassed at his words and the affectionate gaze he was giving me. How great. Now my brother knows I'm a sappy idiot.

"I'll think about it, but... you're right. We are a family, after all." He replied and then took a sip of his wine before he poured more into both of our glasses. "Your turn baby brother. What happened?" He asked, a smirk on his face, as if he knew whatever I was about to say had everything to do with Naruto.

I was silent, as I poked my phone until I found the video that was already viral and shoved it in front of him. The video was a short discussion I had with Naruto a few hours ago.

"Sasuke... You sound angry." A statement.

That was good.

He wasn't asking questions. I probably wouldn't have an answer even if he asked. I knew he was gonna ask though, sooner or later.

"What happened?"

Well, damn. The only thing more embarrassing than showing a video to him was to explain what led to that call I made.

"His view on life, love and relationships is pissing me off." I opted for honesty but kept the details, for now at least.

"Why?"

Oh fuck you Itachi.

"I don't know! The first time I argued with him was because he was accusing all guys of only wanting sex! I'm not like that! You're not like that! What does he know?! Today, he said that anyone would want to fuck a good looking person. He asked Kiba, Hinata's husband if he thought the same and that retarded dog-breath confirmed it!" I was out of breath from yelling, but I continued anyway.

"I saw Hinata's face, she was so close to tears. I mean, I would've felt the same if my husband or wife went and admitted on a live TV they would fuck someone elae because they look better than me. And I just lost it." There, I told him.

"Were you angry because of Hinata being sad and her husband is a clueless moron, or because you thought one blond haired hottie would do the same?"

He was pushing it with his questions...

Naruto was a hottie though... Ok, snap out of it Sasuke.

You know how Sasuke and alcohol never went hand in hand, so I opened my mouth...

"Both." I was way too honest, I should probably drink sparkling water or orange juice in the future.

Really, things I never wanted to admit to myself, I would admit to my brother. It's just how the two of us were... at least when I was drunk enough to speak openly.

Itachi chuckled, which made me upset for several reasons, one currently being on his lips, "Green really isn't your color, baby brother."

"Fuck you."

"I'm just being honest. Jealousy doesn't suit you, it makes you look too cute. Besides, are you sure that this guy, Naruto, would do that?" Itachi added as he casually drew fingers over his glass in a sensual motion.

"He was the one who talked about it, so I'm sure he would do it!" I replied feeling myself getting angry all over again, Itachi calling me cute and jealous fueling my anger further.

It was the truth! It's what I believed in anyway.

"Sasuke, I don't think you're right. First of all, it's a show meant to entertain people. Second, probably ninety nine percent of the things he speaks of are the things that he wouldn't do. And third, maybe he was unfortunate enough to experience those things first hand and this is how he's dealing with it." His serious voice made me pause and think. Why did he have to be such a smartass?

Seeing that he won't get an answer from me, he got up and moved to my bedroom, invading my bed again and leaving me to sleep on the couch.

Before I fell asleep I heard some noise coming from the hallway in the building. It was loud and annoying. Fucking neighbors were roaming the hallway and making the harsh thudding noise, I assumed someone was moving in across from my apartment, but they really shouldn't have been that loud.

I chose to ignore it, wine and the thoughts of one idiotic blond taking over my mind lulling me into a restless sleep.

A/N

So, Sasuke has a new neighbor(s)? Poor guy... can't even sleep properly.

Let me know what you think oh and, let me know what your thoughts are on the topic of 'looks'. Are looks important or would you rather side with Sasuke?

Additionaly, if you have any idea/topic that you would like to see in Sad Fact, you can let me know and we'll have Naruto include it in his show. :)