Hello again, everyone!

I'm so sorry that I haven't posted a new chapter in a while.

I've been a little… tied up.

Also, I was a little down because this story wasn't getting many reviews.

So, if anything, my faithful readers, please review!

Arigato, if you choose to do so!

Anyway, without further ado, chapter four!

Chapter 4: Modeling

Sasuke felt his jaw drop at the very utterance of the words. He repeated the sentence over and over in his head, but it still wouldn't dull the shock. Finally, Sasuke sighed, looking away from Itachi's malicious gaze.

"… Fine… I'll do it." Sasuke mumbled, biting his lip. He felt shame creep into his emotions as he fathomed what he'd have to go through just for Naruto.

Itachi's eyes widened, a delighted smile curled on his face as he folded his hands together. "Excellent!" he giggled lightly. "Although, I never expected you to give in so easily!"

Sasuke sighed. "Well… I just… really want to go… to that party… that's all."

Itachi raised a brow, his happy smile still lighting up his face. "Waaait a second… Is the best friend you're talking about… Naru-chan?" Itachi gasped, leaning in and smiling at his brother, trying to get Sasuke to spill his thoughts.

"W-well… yeah… b-but what d-does that have to do with anything?" Sasuke stuttered, looking back at his brother nervously, feeling a light burning sensation raise to his cheeks.

"Are you serial? You mean the Naru-chan you keep rambling about in your diary, and the one you moan in your sleep at night about?" Itachi accused, giggling again. "I knew it! You ARE gay! Ha! See, you're blushing, too!" Itachi had a small laughing fit, and squealed like a school-girl.

Sasuke gritted his teeth, his cheeks burning to a deeper red. "N…No I do-… Wait… You read my diary!?" Sasuke clenched his fist, glaring at his brother with deep hate. "Anyway, I do not. We're just…. Friends." Sasuke felt a stab in his chest at the word, a pained expression reaching his face that he couldn't hold back.

Itachi didn't miss the expression. A small flame of brotherly protection rose in his eyes, but he didn't bother his brother about it. "Well, since it's about 2:45 in the after noon, and the modeling shoot starts in an hour and fifteen…" he paused. "What time does the party start?"

"8:00, tonight…" Sasuke muttered, knowing he'd regret doing this later.

Itachi grinned. "Alright then! Go get a sexy suit on and we'll get going!" Itachi squealed, picking up the car keys off the table in front of him as he stood up. "I'll go start up the car!" And with that, Itachi giddily bounced off towards the front doors, slamming them with unneeded force on his way out.

Sasuke sat in the silence for a minute, looking down at the ground. "If only Naruto knew… the things I do for him." Sasuke sighed, mumbling to himself as he stood up, lugging his feet upstairs. Sasuke, normally, would never go to a party, and would never sacrifice his physical reputation just to attend one.

But to Sasuke, this party was his only chance.

Sasuke came down the steps a few minutes later, walking out the front doors, slamming them even harder than Itachi had. He looked up, his cheeks tinted a light pink as he walked forward in a slumped position, sporting an all-black classic suit, with a white shirt underneath and a black tie. He grumbled as he made his way to the red convertible.

"Oh my god, you look so…" Itachi paused, searching for the word. "… Ah! I know! Adorable! And sexy." He winked, showing that Sasuke was suitable enough to go to the modeling show and be mauled by gay men. Sasuke's eyes widened at the thought, and he shuddered.

Itachi shoved his keys in the slot, putting the car in gear and backing out of the large Victorian house drive-way. He pulled into the street, quickly shifted it into drive, and suddenly revved down the road with astonishing speed. Sasuke sank into his seat, as if the air pressure had gotten to him.

"Itachi…! Aren't we going a little fast?" he questioned, a tint of anger in his voice. His onyx eyes met Itachi's charcoal orbs.

"Of course we aren't. I've driven much faster than this. The magazine shoot is only ten minutes from our house, you know." Itachi pointed out, snickering a little. Sasuke folded his arms over his chest, looking away as his expression darkened.

They soon reached their destination. A large, two-floored, tan colored building, with huge glass windows as front doors. The front doors adorned large pictures of famous photography and people that had been in magazines and modeled before.

Sasuke grimaced, climbing out of the car slowly. 'So this is where he works…' he muttered to himself quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He walked rather slowly, for his long strides, and Itachi smirked and quickly grabbed him by the collar, dragging him along.

"Hello everyone! Ita-chan is BACK!" Itachi shouted, a ton of male men turning their heads. The lobby was absolutely covered in pink. Sasuke twitched, feeling more awkward than he ever had in his life.

A few male men dashed up, exceptionally beautiful, wearing strange, tight clothing. Sasuke narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the ground, trying to ignore their infectious giggling.

One man in particular slung his arm around Itachi, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. The man had long, blonde hair, with a side of his bangs parted over one of his bright azure eyes. Sasuke felt his brow furrow in anger, the man had too many features that Naruto did… and it made him angry somehow. He balled his hands into fists.

"Oh, Dei-chan! How long has it been?" Itachi gasped, taking Deidara's hands in his and jumping up in down in a frenzy. Sasuke felt as if he'd throw up.

"Oh, I've been great! I just got an agent, and I might be going to London in a few months to do a professional shoot, and model off some of my creations!" he sqealed back, Itachi grew more giddy and wrapped his arms around him while jumping.

Sasuke sighed, thinking the hug would just be normal at first. Suddenly, the hug began to grow more tender, more clingy. Sasuke blinked, raising a brow as his mouth hung agape. Itachi was grinding against Deidara's crotch!

Sasuke really wanted to throw up now, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Finally, someone that seemed to be a very tall man in a suit, who had bright red hair, and somewhat dull, expressionless eyes.

Sasuke jumped back as the tall man grabbed Itachi and Deidara by their collars and growled. "Deidara… you really need to stop being so friendly with him." He hissed lowly, a small, angry fire sprouting in his eyes.

"Sorry Sasori…" Deidara mumbled, nodding. Itachi smiled sheepishly, jumping a little bit backwards and nodding.

"Okay, thank you for that little separation." He said, grinning. "Now, Sasori and Dei-chan, could you both get Sasuke into his adorable wardrobe, while we're still young?" Itachi said over his shoulder, beginning to walk towards the photography room.

"Yessir!" They both repeated, then they both took one of Sasuke's arms and started dragging him off to the dressing rooms.

"No! L-Lemme go, dammit! Leggo!" he shouted loudly, and struggled the whole way there.

Eventually…

Itachi had his legs crossed, his arms folded across his chest, his fingers tapping against his arm. He sighed, growing impatient, he mumbled unintelligible things to himself.

Suddenly, a loud intercom silenced the room.

"Introducing, our latest model, ready to pose for his photo shoot at this very moment, and also a close relative of our dear Itachi Uchiha…" the voice paused, the white room lit up with blue and pink neon lights. "Sasuke Uchiha!" A resounding applause echoed through the room.

Suddenly, the multi-colored lights shined towards a curtain, on a raised floor. Sasuke sighed heavily behind that same curtain. 'Here goes nothing…' he thought, swallowing his pride.

The curtain parted at the sides, revealing Sasuke in a rather manly pose. Tons of male squeals echoed throughout the room. Sasuke groaned to himself.

He moved forward a few steps, to the edge of the raised floor. He had a tight black pair of shining, leather pants, with a navy blue tint to them, and somewhat of a jean look to them. On his torso, he wore an open, white dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, and one side of the collar turned up. A bright azure rose sat in the left pocket of the shirt, the petals slowly falling. He had a thin, lengthy, navy blue scarf around his neck, with black tassles at the ends.

Sasuke did his best to act the part, and smiled wryly, giving the camera a sexy, fierce gaze.

The camera-man nodded, then raised a brow. "That's great! Now, do a more cold, ignoring look, honey." The man begged, getting his camera ready at another angle.

Sasuke smirked, knowing he could pull this off easy. He turned slightly to his side, looking away from the camera with his usual expressionless eyes, a scowl adorning his lips.

"That's all for today, hon'. You did GREAT! You should come back soon, for our next issue." The man smirked, winking as he jumped up on the stage to hug him instead of give him a hand-shake.

Sasuke twitched, his eyes narrowing. He smiled reluctantly, "Oh, thanks… I guess…" he sighed, nodding, his smile fading. He quickly finished the hug, turned heel and dashed back to the dressing rooms.

Sasuke quickly undressed, clothing himself in his usual attire, he left the extra clothes in the dressing stall, dashing out into the lobby.

He looked up, only to see Itachi standing there, waiting.

"All ready to go?" Itachi asked curiously, a smirk tugging at the ends of his lips.

Sasuke blinked. "You're taking me, already? It's only 5:00 pm." Sasuke mumbled, his smile growing a little.

'I guess he can be supportive, if he wants.' Sasuke thought, nodding.

"Oh, of course I am, silly!" Itachi squealed, pausing. "I mean, you have to confess your love to Naru-chan before he slips out of your grasp, gone forever as he falls into the arms of another man! You can do it, Sasuke!" Itachi draped his hand over his forehead dramatically, clenching his other fist tightly as he struck a pose of hope for his younger brother, grinning.

'I take that back.' Sasuke thought, sighing as he jumped into the passenger seat.

Itachi started up the engine to his convertible, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking space, then slipping it into drive and revving off to their Victorian style home.