Hello to those of you kind enough to click on this story and give it a try. As a thank you, I send these chocolate frogs to you. :)If you have any questions or noticed a mistake, please PM me. I'll get to you and change it.
Also, this is a SasuNaru yaoi story. Which means, Sasuke is seme. If you have any problems with that, I'll leave the 'BACK' button open for you.
Now that everything's out of the way, go ahead, read your hearts out.
Full Summery:
The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.
Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?
Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru
Happy Reading! ^.^
Oh, and before I forget, Gaara?
Disclaimer:
Gaara: BlackhawkIris doesn't fucking own Naruto. She's do wimpy to do something that awesome.
BHIris: Hey, take that back! I am not wimpy!
Gaara: -rolls eyes- Right. Not at all wimpy -cough- Iris, you only injure yourself and others around you during any sporting event.
BHIris: I do not!
Naruto: Yah you do! I remember, you hit me in the face with your racket during batmitten-
Gaara: -And managed to hit your foot when you dropped it too.
BHIris: Hey, leave me alone. I'm going to go cry in a corner.
Deidara: It's ok, Itachi picks on me too.
BHIris: -glare- Thanks so fucking much. That makes me feel so much better.
Chapter One
A streak of orange was barely visible as the rider turned a sharp corner around the street bend. In fact, nothing was out of the usual. Nobody noticed anything, because everything was as it seemed. It was a normal Monday morning. Panic was ensured as people rushed between the transitions of the blessed weekend to another yet another work day.
Panic, of course, was not at all a known feeling to the said person who had indeed noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Sasuke Uchiha leaned against his silk-cushioned chair, pale hands linked as his elbows rested upon the table in front of him. His chin sat gently on those polished fingers—pruned to the glory of the millionaire son himself.
Turning his head swiftly from the large glass window, his critical dark gaze rested none so lightly upon the poor waitress who had the luck (or misfortune) of serving his breakfast this bright, cheerful morning. His eyes never lifted from her quivering frame as she scuttled about doing her best to not look like a complete failure in front of the Sasuke Uchiha. However, he didn't miss the tiniest twitch or shake of her hands as she set his polished silverware on the white tablecloth. Finally when everything was set as perfect as could be (though, Sasuke personally thought that spoon was a bit crooked—but, no one was after all as perfect as he was), he silently dismissed her with a slight nod of the head. Flushed that the Uchiha heir had actually acknowledged her, the ditzy girl turned an unattractive red as she tripped out of the room.
With divine grace (which had obviously been drilled into him at a young age), the silent raven began to eat his meal alone in the brightly lit room. Upon finishing, the sleek, black mobile next to the diner buzzed slightly. There was no change in his facial expression as he flicked the phone open and held it a ways away from his delicate ear.
"Hyuuga."
There was a quiet tinkling of laughter through the phone before a smooth voice began with precise articulation.
"Ah, Sasuke. Charming as always. You do know school starts in fifteen minutes."
"And you know as well as I do, I never show up on time."
"Of course. Fugaku's son gets special privileges."
Midnight eyes rolled as the smallest hint of a smirk touched the otherwise impassive face.
"If memory does me well, as I assure you it does, I remember a certain Neji Hyuuga never arrives in class on time either. I do detest hypocrites."
Laughter sounded again through the phone.
"As do I. It seems we agree on one thing for once."
"School is completely meaningless to us anyways. Why did you call?"
"Publicity does sprout some meaningless ideals. Are you free at the moment then? Nara called earlier to say that the four of us are to meet at his house today. He's the closest to Konoha Elite anyways. He told me to pass the thought to you."
Sasuke snorted softly, as not to attract any unwanted attention from the probable maid currently stationed outside his private dining room.
"Right. More like he didn't want to waste energy making an extra call. Have you already called Gaara?"
"Already done. I have to go. See you in ten minutes. Hanabi is calling again. This better not be anything like the last time she—"
Whatever Hanabi did the last time was not heard, since Sasuke cut the line as soon as he heard the door of his private room ease open.
The devil's incarnation (with horns included in Sasuke's wild imagination) stepped with gliding confidence into the secluded dining room.
Glaring through hooded eyes, Sasuke managed to look somewhat relaxed under the suffocating circumstances.
"Itachi."
The directed threat named Itachi smiled pleasantly, though to Sasuke he looked more like a devil planning a wicked scheme. Itachi Uchiha was the eldest son of Fugaku Uchiha of the Uchiha Corporation. However, Itachi had been caught in less than modest poses with all his friends by his said father and was consequently demoted from the line as heir. He had been a hair away from being disowned from the Uchiha home altogether, but the bad publicity that such a trial would have brought did not go amiss by Fugaku. So, Itachi remained and the evidence of everything was covered up from the media. Itachi, glad to be relieved of the harsh duties continued his activities in secret away from his father. He did not try hard to cover his tracks when his father was away. Sasuke had run in numerous times to find his brother and a random stranger in compromising positions. That had probably scarred him for life above anything else.
"Dear me, is that how you should speak to your poor nii-san? What would Father say about that tone of voice?"
The elder of the two brothers clucked his tongue mockingly at the younger, much more furious one. Itachi was a devil, no matter how amazing, handsome or even…-shudder- sexy all the magazines portrayed him as. Sasuke knew it all.
Yes, Sasuke had very bad memories of his dear nii-san. For one, his eyes were no longer virgin due to somewhat unfortunate circumstances and rather bad timing. The results were never satisfying for the younger Uchiha, but putting up with it was one of those skills he had obtained as a member of the Uchiha house. Another was the façade of indifference which he could never fully complete when he was alone with the other. Seeing his elder brother's smirking face always made Sasuke want to blow his top to oblivion. Never to have been achieved, he reluctantly admitted to imagining sticking knives into the elder with satisfying results.
"Of course, Itachi-nii-san. What is it you seem to need, barging into my private room like the drunken bastard you are?"
"If I'm drunk, you're in a dead faint. And as an answer to your question, Father wants to speak with you before you leave for school, otouto. You know, he doesn't like to be kept waiting." With a parting smirk and insult, Itachi merrily waltzed out of the younger Uchiha's room, knowing full well what state he had induced his poor brother into.
Anger rising at an alarming rate, Sasuke tried to calm down through the few breathing techniques that his anger-management counselors had trained him to do. Itachi made up about 99% of the reasons why he was put in counseling in the first place. Of course, the techniques did nothing to help; so there went $2,000 flushed from the Uchiha bank for no reason.
Suddenly remembering the gathering at Shikamaru's house, he quickly stood and grabbed the already pressed and ironed Konoha Elite jacket from the hanger by the door. Remembering his brother's message (without dwelling much on Itachi himself…thank goodness), Sasuke set out for the meeting with his dear otousan, which the raven was positive would not end well.
Finally reaching the final bend of spirally staircases that covered the Uchiha mansion, Sasuke straightened his tie and tried to roughly comb his hair into less than its usual messy position. Realizing this only resulted in a much messier hairstyle, he quickly gave up on looking presented for his father. After all, there was always something out of place on the young Uchiha that made his father frown upon.
Walking into the family dining room, he could see Fugaku seated unmoving, his deep-set eyes sternly watching his approaching son. Fugaku Uchiha was not at all a bad-looking man for age 40. In fact, he was what some older women would say 'classic looker'. Hair as dark as ink curled around his ears and tickled his shoulders. Though the length was not even close to his elder son Itachi, they both gave off the same aura of cold power amongst their fellow correspondents. Sasuke also gave the same feel, yet his was slightly warmer, not yet minted with age.
Before the man even spoke, Sasuke had the inkling that this would be bad news. After all, the only news his father ever gave him was bad news. What could he have done now?
Pursing his lips, Fugaku stared coldly for a moment, assessing his younger heir's profile. Though it was painfully clear that Sasuke had not met the inner requirements of the older Uchiha, the man gave no input. This made Sasuke even wearier at what his father had to say.
"Father, you called?"
"Yes, Sasuke. I have a bit of information to share with you concerning school."
He paused, as if waiting for Sasuke to object. When nothing was said, he continued.
"You need to find a suitable wife this school year, as you will need one to become the business orchestrator of the Uchiha Corporation next year. We will schedule the marriage business afterwards. Since this is your last year in high school, I assume this will be no problem." Cold, icy and to the point.
"Of course F—"
Sasuke stopped dead in mid-phrase. Did his father just say what he heard? No, he must have heard wrong. He looked into Fugaku's dead eyes for some shed of light. Nothing.
"Is there a problem, Sasuke?"
The young heir turned his head back down and bowed while clenching his fists. Biting on his tongue he let out a strangled, "Of course not. I will do as you say, Father," But unable to help himself, he added in a deadly voice, "Mother would have never done this to me as you have."
Fugaku's eyes froze as he digested what his son had said before forcing a calm voice.
"Mikoto is no longer here. I am. And you are the heir to the Uchiha Corporations. You will do as I say. I am leaving for a month-long conference. When I return, we will discuss your progress."
Biding his father a less than friendly stare, Sasuke walked out with as much dignity he could hold onto while shaking with barely suppressed anger. Turning his head slightly, he could see a few maids peeking at him from behind the dressing room door. Before he could react, they had already giggled and resumed back out of his sight. Thank fucking god.
Stalking to his glossy, black Porsche; Sasuke angrily unlocked his car, before forcefully pulling the front door open. Barely able to contain his anger, the raven stuck the ignition in as the car roared to life. Weaving between the different colored cars in the vast garage, he quickly sped out of the unlocked gate that stood between the Uchiha mansion and the rest of the world. Fumbling at the knobs of the radio, he turned the music to soothing classical as he slowly calmed down. The effect drained him as he thought of what his father had said with easing dread.
Wife. Marriage. How could his father expect something like this of him? Itachi had been rejected, so now he had to take the place? This wasn't fair! Again, the temperature in the car rose as quickly as it had fallen only moments before. Everywhere felt stuffy and Sasuke's head felt light. Feeling the sudden urge to hit something, anything, he quickly realized he wasn't thinking with a clear head. Better to wait to hear what his friends would say.
Yes, Sasuke Uchiha, the master of indifference would stay calm until then.
Hello again, fellow worshippers of the famed SasuNaru. =.= That sounded like shit, didn't it?
Anyways, apart from the crude welcome, I am happy to say, I have uploaded yet again. Things are hopefully starting to pick up now. ^^
Read away, my lovelies! -kiss-
Full Summery:The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.
Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?
Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru
Happy Reading! ^.^
Disclaimer:
BHIris: -sniffle- God, my characters are so mean to me. The author! -narrows eyes- I shall do something terribly mean to them!
Shikamaru: Why am I here? Not for comfort I hope...I don't do the whole 'comforting shoulder' thing. It's far to-
Neji: Troublesome. We all know Shika-kun.
BHIris: -laughs like a fucking maniac- Ooh! I have it! But first, disclaimer please?
Shikamaru: BlackhawkIris does not own Naruto. So, therefor we don't belong to her, correct?
Neji: Insightful as always, Shika. But sadly, we are her's to manipulate. She's the author after all. Though I'm a bit worried, she seems unstable.
BHIris: -still laughing-
Neji: Err..should we just leave her here? But that seems so unyouthful.
Shikamaru: You've been seeing Lee too much lately, haven't you? Anyways, just leave her. It's too troublesome. I'm going back to bed.
BHIris: AW. I LOVE YOU TOO BUBBLES. YOU AND ME.
Chapter Two
The orange streak that had been seen only moments ago by the stoic Sasuke Uchiha continued oblivious, speeding down the lightening street. The turn of the sharp corner on his motorcycle (or 'Ramen' as he liked to call it) had left the boy slightly breathless from the thrill of the ride. Bright azure eyes were minted by the dark film attached to the sturdy helmet clasped around the head. Naruto Uzumaki rode at a speed almost as blinding as the fucking orange getup he had on. Nothing was like a ride around to check the new streets he would soon be using on a daily bases, at 7 AM in the morning.
Screeching to a sudden stop at the red hexagonal sign, the blond quickly glanced down at the watch around his wrist.
Deidara and Ino should be getting up at around now.
He gunned the engine and roared down another street, committing the route into memory.
Or maybe not. They do enjoy sleeping in as late as possible.
Naruto smirked at the thought as he crossed the final bend into his new neighborhood. Quietly he unlocked the sliding garage door and towed his ride in. Leaning his black beauty against the rail, he ran into the house…to come face-to-face with his foster father.
Iruka Umino's face turned instantly from dark tan to bright red in a matter of seconds upon seeing his youngest son finally return home 10 minutes before school started. Naruto instantly paled as he saw how angry his father seemed.
"D-dad? W-w-what's up?"
To see the least, Iruka blew his top off.
"'WHAT'S UP', 'WHAT'S UP'? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S FUCKING UP! YOU ARE LATE, LATE FOR SCHOOL! WHERE WERE YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS? HOW CLOSE I WAS TO CALLING THE POLICE? SOMEONE COULD HAVE STABBED YOU OR ROBBED YOU OR—OR ANYTHING! AND SCHOOL STARTS IN 10 MINUTES!"
Wait, back up. 10 minutes?
Naruto instantly began profusely apologizing. Iruka, upon seeing his teary-eyed son, instantly deflated. He could never stay mad at Naruto for very long.
"Just go get dressed. Deidara already took Ino to school, so you'll have to come with me. You have exactly two minutes. I'm counting!"
Naruto raced up as soon as he heard 'get dressed'. Fumbling through the stacks of junk littered around his room, he dug out the wrinkled Konoha Elite jacket that all members were required to wear. Flinging it across his small frame, he tried in vain to straighten the knotted tie. Realizing he had no time, he flittered out of the room and into the garage where Iruka sat waiting in their cheap van.
Swinging the door open and jumping into the shot gun was an amazing feat when trying to button your shirt and clinging to your backpack all at once. But Naruto had always been a pretty amazing (late) kid so this he was pretty used to it.
The car ride there was bumpy due to the lack of good wheels, but overall filled with chatter. Iruka was in a good mood again, something Naruto had always managed to do in stressful situations such as this. Everything about Naruto was sunny. His personality as well as his looks. He had choppy blond locks that stuck up no matter how many times Iruka combed them. Cobalt-blue seemed to reflect the innocence and naïve presence of the blond. Though small-framed, Naruto never let anyone forget him.
Even at a young age, Naruto was an attention seeker, intentionally or not. Part was that blond hair/blue eyes were abnormal in a land such as Japan where everywhere you looked seemed to be a dark-haired person. Deidara and Ino had the same looks going for them but Naruto himself was a ball of sunshine. His eyes always portrayed liveliness. Always full of energy—everyone seemed to love him right away. It made him unique from the rest. The other part was that Naruto had no real family. He was not blood-related to Iruka or any of his other siblings, though the connection between them was just as strong. A small part of him always seeked the approval and attention of others. To make him feel needed, wanted. That side withdrew a ways after he met Iruka and the others, but still managed to show at times.
Another thing was that the blond loved racing. His precious baby Ramen always won him extra cash when he was younger and alone. Now, expenses were paid from Iruka's own teaching budget. Naruto no longer raced as frequently as before, but he still loved the thrill it gave him. It was almost like flying.
Naruto had been talking about a special ramen stand he had run across on his ride that morning when Iruka's car pulled into Konoha Elite. Both men had stopped in mid chatter just to gaze in awe of the beautiful school. White limestone contrasted the pale design of the school board. Parking lot was paved with fresh, dark latter and filled with sports cars in all different designs and shades.
Damn, rich people have it good. I bet they're all snobs.
Naruto and Iruka were interrupted by a slight tapping on the window. Startled, they both turned to see Deidara and Ino smiling happily at them. Iruka unlocked the doors and they both hopped out.
Deidara hugged both of the men, his one visible eye crinkling around the edges. The other blue eye was hidden under the heavy gold-blond hair that always covered one half of his face. The rest of the silky strands were pulled into a high ponytail. He gestured to the beautiful school behind him.
"Nice, un? When we pulled in, Ino just about peed her uniform."
Ino sniffed, a white-blond strand of hair brushing against the length of her face. The rest of the hair was combed into a sleek pony. Even as high as it was, the hair still reached to her belly-button tied up.
"Say's the one that fell out of the car onto his bum when he actually looked. But this is an amazing masterpiece of a school. Too bad, 'Dara, you're too old. Jealousy's a virtue."
"Actually, the phrase is 'Patience is a virtue'." Iruka added in quickly. He was an elementary school teacher. He would know.
Deidara grinned, "Right, un. Just wait until you see the building I work at. I saw pictures and the place is HUGE, un. Then we'll see who's jealous, un."
Ino gave an un-womanly snort before turning back to Naruto, "Anyways, first period just started. But it's only for choir and band and such. Music stuff. We don't actually start until 7:45. This means another 30 minutes or so. Deidara wanted to wait for you guys before leaving, since he's too chicken to go to the job he claims will make me jealous."
Deidara held his hands up in mock surrender, "Whatever, un. I won't fight you Ino-imouto."
Iruka managed a stern voice at his eldest son, "Deidara, you should probably go then. Don't want to be late on your first day."
Naruto laughed at expense of them all. Their looks brightened as they heard Naruto's laughter.
"Alright, alright, un. I know when I'm not wanted. I'll get going, see you guys later, un. Good-luck at school, Naru-chan, Ino!"
"Good luck to you too, Deidara-onii-chan!" Naruto called back as he waved enthusiastically.
Deidara waved before parting to his ride. The bright yellow bug chugged away as the rest of them waved as well.
"Oi, Iruka-chichi, you should probably go too. Don't you have class to teach in an hour?" Ino asked sweetly.
Iruka jumped as the realization. "Oh right! I should leave as well. Don't want to be late like Deidara, no?" He grinned before turning back to them. "Why don't you guys check in and get your schedules or something?"
Ino smiled.
"Already did mine. Deidara made me when we were waiting for you guys. I'll take Naruto with me."
Naruto tilted his head cutely, making both Iruka and Ino 'awwww' inside.
"Wait, how early were you guys here?"
"At around 6:45 or so. We thought actual class started at 7:15, not just the music classes."
Iruka rubbed his head sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry about sending you guys so early. I should have checked the schedule more clearly."
Ino shook her head, "Nah, that's alright. We're here and we're not late. What more can we ask for?"
Iruka chortled as he hopped onto the van. Buckling himself in, he swelled with pride at both of his kids (they were his no matter what people say) waving so happily outside the beautiful high school. Both of them were on full scholarships to go to such a prime high school. They were both extremely smart and this proved it. Iruka loved them both, but could never have afforded to pay for such a tuition. Now, they could have the dream of a lifetime. Konoha Elite. The school that provided the highest amount of education with extremely well-taught teachers. Only the rich could afford to send their heirs to such a school. But here they were, Naruto and Ino, about to enter their last year of high school in the school of their dreams.
Blinking away tears that he didn't know were there, Iruka backed out of the parking lot, still waving at his not-so-little kids until they were no longer visible. Then, he drove to the elementary school he would be teaching at without a backwards glance.So, I've been writing again. I really have nothing to say. But, please comment on anything you find interesting.
Ano, I just find writing Tsunade incredibly fun. ^^ She's a cool character.
Full Summery:
The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.
Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?
Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru
Happy Reading! ^.^
Disclaimer:
BHIris: Alrighty! Onto business, I have something very special planned! But first: I don't own Naruto. In fact, Sasuke owns that fine piece of ass. Now back to the point, I have a surprise!
Shikamaru: Oh boy…this is going to be troublesome. I can feel it.
BHIris: Shut up Shika. Stop being a spoil sport.
Naruto: I thought you were in a bad mood?
BHIris: I am. –evil grin- Which is why I decided you're all going to cook with me!
Neji: -backs away- No way am I getting close to the kitchen with you.
Gaara: I second that thought. Naruto cooks better than you. And that's saying something as Naruto can't cook to save his life.
BHIris: I am not that bad!
Neji: You fucking burn water. That's not even humanly possible.
Gaara: -nods- The pot still has scorch marks.
BHIris: Stop being mean to me, dammit! I am the author, I should have control over you guys!
Neji: Control is something you lack.
Gaara: Yes, go make cereal or something.
Naruto: Or ramen!
Gaara: No, she'd burn the ramen too. At least the cereal turns out somewhat edible.
Neji: It turns out soggy.
BHIris: Well, sorry adding fucking milk to my cereal. It's suppose to get damn soggy!
-stomps off to make fucking cereal with milk-
-Yes, Neji, it was soggy. Happy? Now go piss off or something-
Chapter Three
Naruto and Ino chattered as they walked into the school. Ino smiled as she watched Naruto's cerulean eyes widen in amazement. If possible, the inside was even more beautiful than the outside.
"Naru-chan? This way heads to the office, alright?"
Naruto nodded dumbly (cutely) and trailed alongside Ino as she led them to the quiet office covered in clear. A small plaque that read 'MAIN OFFICE' was attached to the mahogany door. The blond girl gently eased the door open as not to disturb the people inside. The two of them walked quietly to the front desk where a woman with short, choppy black hair sat. The seat was cushioned and the wheels seemed to lubricate across the mat as she turned a gentle smile towards the two blonds.
"Hello, again Shizune-san. This is my brother. He's here to get his schedule as well."
The woman named Shizune tapped her pen as she smiled endearingly.
"Ah, I see. And what might your name be?"
Naruto rubbed the back of his head adorably while shaking pieces of blond into his face.
"Um, Naruto—Naruto Uzumaki."
Shizune smiled at the boy's utter cuteness while searching for the file under his name. Finding the content she wanted, she handed the paper-clipped information to him.
"Here it is. Have fun in class."
Naruto's gave a sudden smile, making Shizune almost jump in surprise. The boy's smile was utterly bright and cheerful that it radiated around the room.
"Thanks, Shizune-san! I'll do my best—dattebayo!"
Ino laughed while shaking her head, her ponytail flipping at the motion. Naruto was just too obliviously cute for his own good.
"Alright, Mr. Dattebayo, it's time to leave Shizune-san's presence. C'mon!"
Suddenly there was a crash that resounded from the room behind the desk. It was labeled 'PRINCIPLE'. Shizune quickly leaped from her chair to the door. There was some frantic knocking before the door finally opened.
Inside was a woman with breasts the size of watermelons. No kidding, Naruto thought, those are some honking weights attached to her front. Yes, it seemed, that was always the first impression of Principle Tsunade.
The second was her extreme strength. Yes, as Naruto and Ino leaned to look beyond Shizune's arms, that was an overturned desk inside that room. Naruto leaned back, a little scared. Ino's curious gaze continued unhindered, though neither made any move to step forward. That lady with the breasts looked like she was seeing sparks.
…Yes, Tsunade was pretty pissed. First of all, some stingy rich kid had snatched her precious sake from right under her nose. And now the orchestra director had just called to inform her that a certain Sasuke Uchiha, Neji Hyuuga, Shikamaru Nara, and Gaara Sabaku had ditched, again. Oh, if only she could get her hands around their pretty little necks attached to their pretty faces…ooh, they would be gone as soon as she snapped. But, of course, they were the sons of the renowned Uchiha Corporation, Hyuuga INC., Nara Association, and Sabaku Enterprise; protected from the inside and out and definitely not allowed to be expelled or even suspended. Why had she chosen to be the principle in the first place? Also, her supply of sake had disappeared. Did she mention her sake had disappeared? God, being a principle was so stressful.
Only then did she calm down enough to notice the two new additions to Konoha Elite, both staring at her as if she were an alien. Maybe she was, she didn't know anymore. All she wanted was some sake. Why the hell wasn't there any sake?
As if reading her mind, Shizune quickly reached from who-knows-where and produced an unopened bottle of sake. Tsunade's eyes instantly brightened. Unscrewing the lid, Shizune passed the bottle over to the busty women who gulped the liquid like water.
"Ah…" Much better.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she blinked several times to clear the annoying buzzing that accompanied the glorious dark liquor. When her eyes refocused, she saw two blonds (were they twins?) staring at her.
"Little twerps, didn't anyone ever teach you it's impolite to stare?" Tsunade gave a loud belch to accompany her statement.
Ino looked unimpressed and raised an eyebrow. However, Naruto immediately felt the need to apologize.
"Ano, Baa-chan!"
Almost like flicking a switch, Tsunade's eyes became storm clouds again. Seeing the fire blazing in her mentor's eyes, Shizune instinctively crouched down with her fingers in her ears. That idiot /cute/ blond!
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING OLD, YOU LITTLE IMBECILE? I AIN'T OLD, DAMN IT! I'M FUCKING YOUNG! LOOK AT THESE BOOBS—DO THEY LOOK FUCKING OLD TO YOU? HUH? WELL?"
Yes, Tsunade-sama was pretty sensitive about her age. I'm surprised Naruto could see through all that surgery that made her look young. Shizune was impressed, though it was hard-felt.
Naruto, on the other hand seemed scarred for life. This old lady was pushing her watermelon boobs right into his face! His temperature rose as his face flooded with color.
Ino smirked from her quiet spot by the door.
Ah, life was sure going to get interesting.
She was sure of it.
"Did I hear right? I was sure Sasuke just said that he's getting married."
Neji's velvet voice slurred across, as a smirk adorned his handsomely structured face. The straight nose seemed to be carved from the face, perfectly placed and well centered. Pink lips pulled into an evil smirk as pale lavender eyes were roused with amusement. Slick brown hair glistened as it flowed from the top of the handsome head to the waist. Completely, free of split ends and tangles, Neji definitely had envious hair.
Sasuke's eyebrow gave a slight twitch. Damn him, Neji.
"You did hear right, Hyuuga. He just phrased it a little different." The redhead blinked after he spoke, his pale green eyes flickering slightly. Clad in a body-hugging shirt the color of charcoal, the lean, gorgeous body of Gaara Sabaku was revealed. Legs clothed snug in dusty turquoise jeans, the redhead's eyes seem to stand out as much as his hair.
"I think his exact words were, 'Fucking Fugaku's making me find a wife by the end of this year'. Am I not right?" Shikamaru's tranquil voice was unruffled as he flipped over on the comfortable cushion of his bed. His brown-black hair seemed even darker between the contrasts of the ivory bed-sheets. The slender body was casually strung in dark-wash jeans and a dark green shirt. The Konoha Elite jacket was carelessly tossed over the clothes, outlining his narrow shoulders and slim waist. He chuckled, the sound vibrating low in his voice.
Sasuke did not enjoy his friends' amusements.
As if noticing their friend's lack of friendliness, Shikamaru quickly backtracked.
"We apologize Sasuke, but this is something we have all been expecting as heirs to our families' company."
Sasuke gave his hair an irritated tug.
"I know, but I just wasn't expecting it out of the blue. I was hoping that it would at least be postponed until after senior year."
Everyone was silent, solemnly agreeing with Sasuke.
The peaceful silence was interrupted by Gaara's cellphone. The slight buzzing awoke the four men from their thoughts as Gaara held the phone to his ear.
"Hello? Hn, alright. We'll be there soon."
The phone was quickly stowed away as the four stood up.
"That was Temari. She says the orchestra teacher just called Tsunade, so we should probably get our asses there before she breaks another desk."
The four slowly walked out, but not before bidding goodbye to Shikamaru's mother at the front door. His mother was perhaps the only nice parent among the group's. Though, according to Shikamaru, all she ever did was nag when guests were not over.
The car ride was quick, not taking over three minutes. As they got out of the black, classic limo, the Nara chauffeur drove away. The four took their time getting to the door, not wanting to hear the lecture they knew they would be getting.This is just a different view from Deidara's side. Nothing really out of the ordinary, but thanks to all those who reviewed! Please continue doing so. It helps inspire me to continue writing. Though I do know I have much competition being that SasuNaru stories are so popular. Just bear with me, arigato!
Also, as far as now, my constant ideas keep filling my otherwise vacant mind...=.= That made me sound so stupid. But aside from that, I want to say that I have uploaded almost daily this past week. But, as of the upcoming chapters, they may arrive a bit more slowly as my inspiration dies down. I should hope not to end a story uncompleted, so continue your comments, as that does help my motivation. Thank you.
Full Summery:
The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.
Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?
Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru
Happy Reading! ^.^
Disclaimer:
BHIris: Alright, disclaimer time! So, er, Gaara?"
Gaara: Nope, it's Itachi turn.
BHIris: Are you refusing me?
Gaara: -thinks- Yes.
BHIris: Grrr…I hate you.
Gaara: You only say that about ten times a day.
BHIris: Stop being a little pest. Now, where's sexy Itachi-kun?
Itachi: Right here. And thank you, I know I am.
Deidara: Don't tell him that, it only inflates his already-massive ego.
Itachi: Aw, Dei-dei! Don't worry, I know how you get jealous when other's think I'm sexy. Don't worry, I only listen when you say it.
Deidara: -blushes- Shut up Itachi, I do not.
Itachi: You do! You think I'm drop-dead sexy! Say it! Say it!
Deidara: -turns more red- Itachi! Shut up! Not here!
BHIris: Ooh, is that some sweet, sweet yaoi I smell?
Deidara: N-no. Just do the bloody disclaimer already!
Itachi: -coos- Only for you my sweet Dei-chan! BlackhawkIris doesn't own Naruto. –smirks sexily- But I own Deidara's fine ass here. –smacks Deidara's ass-
Deidara: -squeaks- Stop that!
BHIris: Alright, as much as I'd love to watch, our lovely readers want to keep this PG-13. So leave.
Whispers: Oi, Itachi, mind you tape your hot sex and show me later?
Itachi: -winks- Sure thing, Iris-chan. C'mon, my little Dei-chan!
Deidara: No, my ass is still sore from yesterday! –gets dragged off-
BHIris: That's what you get for having a bloody, horny, sex-driven fanatic as a boyfriend, Deidara-chan!
Chapter Five
[Time: 40 minutes before present]
Deidara hummed a random tune to calm his nerves as he slowly drove to the Uchiha Corporation, where he would hopefully be working at. His teachers from his old school had given them the call to say he was acceptable, but the full probability of him getting a full-time job there required solely on his performance at this interview. And man, was he nervous.
Likewise, Deidara was not one to get nervous over silly things, but his stomach was sure flipping out on him today. Maybe he shouldn't have listened to Ino when she said that a hearty breakfast would give him the boost he needed to gain confidence. Because all he knew was that if he was jostled a little too much, everything would come straight back up.
Damn, today was so not his day.
Reaching the grand parking lot of the famed Uchiha Corporation, Deidara quickly parked his little, yellow bug into an open parking space. There was sure a lot of open space for a corporation this famous.
Upon walking into the building, Deidara had definitely sucked in his breath multiple times. The place was just gorgeous. Everything was furnished and clean, with little ornaments of beauty scattered about. Even the entrance door was made of glass, with a gold trimming.
Pushing himself in, while chatting in his head 'I-think-I-can-I-think-I-can', the short blond slowly navigated to the main desk, where a peculiar man was perched. He (or, at least, Deidara guessed it was a he) was seated on the wheelie-chair, spinning around obnoxiously. But what troubled the blond most was the odd, orange mask covering the man's face from view. The black spirally design reminded Deidara strangely of a lollipop. But now was definitely not the time to be thinking of fucking lollipops.
Upon hearing Deidara's approach, the odd, masked man immediately jumped up from the desk, nearly scaring the wits out of the blond.
"Ooh! Another pretty lady! Tobi's a good boy, see? Pretty women always give Tobi lollipops for being a good boy! Do you carry lollipops? Oh, I bet you do! Can I have a cherry flavor? I love cherry flavored lollipops! What's your favorite? But, you can't pick cherry, since that's mine!"
Deidara stepped back, momentarily dazed at the cataract of words and questions. Then, there was a single toughening in his eyes, as he squared his shoulders out.
Breathe Deidara, just imagine this as Naruto.
"Thanks, I've heard many times, but for the record, I'm 100% male, un. Yes, you are a good boy, un. I don't carry lollipops, since I am not of the female gender. So, in a sense, I don't have cherry-flavored lollipops, un. My favorite would have to be lime, though I can't say I'm much of a lollipop fanatic, un."
Tobi, sat back down in his chair, his posture looking somewhat taken-aback. But, like a spring, he immediately shot another mouthful of barely coherent words.
"Tobi's a good boy. In fact, he's so good, he still sleeps with his pet dinosaur. He keeps all his lollipops in a stash under his bed though, in case Santa Claus tries to steal them. Ita-kun said he would once, so now Tobi makes sure they're extra safe. He has his dinosaur watch over them when he's at work. Do you like pancakes? Tobi likes syrup and strawberries on his. He also likes coloring. Do you like coloring?"
Deidara shot back almost right away.
"That's good of Tobi, un. He is indeed a very good boy. I hope your dinosaur does a good job of protecting your goodies, un, as Santa Claus once stole all of my clay once. I swear, un. I do like pancakes, un. I eat them with syrup as well as whipped cream. I hate coloring, due purely to the fact that it's so boring, un."
This time Tobi sat down, completely winded. A voice rang out from behind the two men.
"It seems you've met your match Tobi. He passed. What, may I ask is your name?"
A red head stepped out from behind the wall, his brown eyes filled with anticipation, though lingering in boredom.
Deidara stepped back, reposing back into the shy demeanor he usually kept up around strangers.
"Ano, my name's Iwa Deidara."
"Likewise, Deidara. I'm Sasori. I should hope we will get along smoothly. This eccentric one is Tobi, though he usually uses his…er…skills to preen the unworthy from the worthy. I daresay, you did very well."
A test, un? Hm…interesting.
"Arigato. It's nice to meet you both."
"Ah, yes, I expect you're to be meeting with someone for your interview?"
"Yes, er, Uchiha Itachi."
Both of the men looked startled. Itachi Uchiha? That man never met for anyone on the job, especially not for an interview.
Relaxing his facial structure once more, Sasori gave a dry nod.
"Then, we will not take any more of your time. Tobi, give Uchiha-sama the call."
"Yes sir! Tobi's a good boy!"
Sasori gave a short nod before stalking away muttering, "…I daresay you are."
When Sasori was gone, Tobi appeared to have regained his peculiar hyper activeness again.
"Please wait a moment, Iwa-san. I'll be sending the call to Uchiha-sama's room right now. I should hope he's not busy right now."
Deidara nodded, amazed at Tobi's seemingly calmer business-like manner. The masked man made the call, repeating his 'Tobi's a good boy' line quite a few times before cutting the line. When he had set the phone down, he winked at Deidara through the one hole in his mask.
"Itachi-sama's room is on level 4, in room B10. Good luck, Iwa-chan. I hope you get the job!"
"Arigato, Tobi, un."
With that, Deidara walked away, Tobi staring after him with the thought in his mind. For someone that cute, Ita-kun will have a hard time keeping his perverted hands to himself. That's for sure.
Feeling rather light headed, Deidara boarded the elevator. It was, like everything else in the building, furnished to perfection. The mirror was gleaming from a recent cleanse and the mahogany railing was smooth as butter.
Pressing the 'level four' button, Deidara quickly busied himself with the sleeve of his cuff while the elevator moved upwards. Staring at himself in the mirror, the blond quickly straightened his hair into a more compromising position. The long strand of golden hair covered his one eye. His blind eye. Though, only his close foster-family knew about it. No one could ever tell he was partially blind, since at a young age Deidara had perfected the art of normality. But, to keep others from being freaked out, he usually kept that eye covered.
The elevator sounded a gentle trill, signaling the end of the ride. The doors sprang apart as he walked out. The rest of the walk was not abnormal. He saw a few busy workers carrying paperwork or phones rushing about, but none stopped to glance at him at all. It was like he didn't exist.
Finally, upon reaching room B10, the blond softly rapped against the glossy, wooden door.
"Come in." The voice was cocky, but seemed to demand authority. Deidara followed the request, quietly opening the door. He looked around amazed at the small room. There was a large window on one side, showing the streets of rushing cars below. A large, white desk was centered in the middle of the room, which was so clean Deidara could not see a speck of litter anywhere. There was a single gray laptop, whirring with life. A mug of coffee sat silently next a pale hand, steaming at the top. Deidara's eyes traveled slowly up the pale arm, to see a silhouette of a wiry body clothed in a dark gray suit. It fit snug, outlining the sharp definitions of compacted muscle.
Lastly, he saw the face. The first word that came into his head was stunning. The man's face seemed carved from marble, perfect nose, lips, and eyes. Grazing over the man's face, he noticed indents near his eyes. He doesn't look like he gets much sleep. Strange though, it makes him look even more attractive. Gaah, what was he thinking? He wasn't gay…
Sliding silently into the open, plastic chair in front of the man, Deidara willed himself not to speak. If he did ever so slightly open his mouth, he could swear he would only embarrass himself.
"Are you Iwa Deidara?"
The dark, endless pools zeroed in on the blond, who seemed oblivious to the other man's scrutiny.
The blond nodded, twiddling his thumbs nervously. The strand covering his left eye stood lank. Itachi stared at it curiously. Why did this man cover half his face? Could it be he has some sort of deformity?
"Well, this is an interview. I should hope you speak up."
"A-ah, of course. My a-apologies, u-un."
Itachi's eyes gleamed as he leaned across the desk, his cool minty breath fanning over the blonde's face.
"Well, Iwa-san, I hope you had a pleasant trip here. Tobi informs me you were most exceptional."
The blonde's face blossomed pink, as he tried to hide behind his hair.
"A-arigato, Uchiha-sama, un."
Itachi leaned back, a pleasant smile spreading across his lips. How adorable. This is going to be fun.
"Please, don't call me 'sama'. Itachi is fine."
"Of course, Itachi-san."
Itachi rolled his eyes inwardly. Close enough.
"May I see any sort of identification, please?"
Deidara nodded, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. Fingering through the contents, he pulled out his driver's license he had only recently got under the request of Iruka. He quickly handed it over as Itachi reached out to take it. Only glancing over the identification briefly, he nodded and handed the card back to its owner. Deidara stowed it away as Itachi busily straightened the stack of paper in front of him. Though, the dark, coal eyes never left the solemn blue eye of the blond.
"Alright, let's us start with the interview. So, I see you've had a few other part-time jobs before applying. Pottery teacher…math tutor…waiter…care to elaborate more?"
"Yes, un, I was a pottery teacher for the longest out of the three."
"I see. And what makes you think you would benefit the Uchiha Corporation?"
"Well, I have a pretty good memory, un. I can calculate numbers fast."
Deidara had seemed to gain confidence, as he no longer stuttered.
Itachi looked thoughtful.
"248/2 + (202)?"
Deidara was silent for a moment.
"524."
"449/4 – (√4)?
Another pause before—
"110.25, un."
Itachi raised an eyebrow, impressed.
"Interesting…we might have uses for such a talent. Now you said you were a pottery teacher?"
"Hai, I taught college grads the art of making pottery."
"Hn. So, was your major in college art as well?"
Deidara looked down, single blue eye downcast.
"No, un, I never got the chance to go to college, Itachi-san." His voice was small and seemingly humiliated.
Itachi's eyes widened just a bit, while he exhaled his breath blowing his bangs away from his face. They fluttered back in place, barely tickling the edge of his eyelashes.
"Never went to college, hn? Damn." He gave the blond a look over, realizing the smaller male's seemingly angelic features. Pretty damn cute if you ask me.
"No, un. However, I did receive a teaching offer at my old school for both art and math, but when Iru—my family moved, un, we left everything behind. I needed a job that paid well and…"
Deidara's voice trailed off awkwardly as silence renewed the room.
"I see, a pitying story." Itachi's voice was bordering on light. He stood up, startling the blond for a moment, tossing all the papers into the small trash bin by his desk. Then, leaning over the table, very close to the blonde's face, he whispered, "Likewise though, I may be able to squeeze you in."
He reached over a pale hand and brushed the frozen blonde's single strand of hair, curled around half his face. Touching only briefly, before regaining his focus and leaning back. Cute, oblivious blond.
Though, Deidara was not as oblivious as many thought him as. He could tell Itachi was an attractive man as well as his attraction towards the blond himself. Yet, the wariness around him led the blond to think that this man may be nothing more than a sex-addicted maniac.
…Yes, Deidara was that good at reading people.
"Well, you will be working under me starting tomorrow. My branch of the corporation is named Akatsuki. I will have Sasori show you around today and then you may leave when you wish."
Itachi's pants seemed really tight as he watched the small blond swing that tight ass away. Wanting to suddenly call him back, he restrained himself until the door shut. Then he sighed and looked out the glassy window. The sky was lightening as the sun rose higher.
Man, he was so going to get laid tonight.
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