Good Evening! This is a redone/edited story of mine! Has anyone ever read 'The One' Manhua by Nicky Lee? Well it amazing, and you should definitely read it! So this story is actually something of a crossover. Most of the dialog, characters, settings, and the story plot itself is from the One, while I am switching out some characters, for example, Naruto is the main character in this. As well as adding my own personal touches to the story. Please Be warned This is a Boy x Boy story. Naruto x Itachi. It is not in the Crossover area because The One, is not one of the options, so sorry. This will also be pretty dark at some points. Naruto will have had a tough life in this one. It will also be a little OCC. This story will not be updated as often as I wish, since I have school, so no promises on that one. Sorry. But I will try to make the chapters long instead. Thank you for reading this!

Disclaimer: I do not Claim to or Own Naruto or The One. If I did, I would not be sitting here eating ice cream over the heartbreak of not owning them. Majority of plot, speech, characters and dialog belong to Nicky Lee. Some Character's here belong to Naruto, not us.

Chapter Rating: T, and a sexy, girly naruto.

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Chapter 1, It All Started With a Fan girl's Rant and Ended With an Orange.

He kneels in the shadow of a grand bird cage... Spreading his arms as if he were going to embrace the world... In an instant I saw a pair of silver wings rising from his back... He who was in the cage seemed as if he was ready to take off any time... Ready to be seen... Ready to face his fears... Rising above the heads who look at him in awe... And that sudden thought... All came from that photo... and I then knew who I would be...

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"Naru!" A high voice called out. I looked over to the source of the sound. The source was a girl, around sixteen, petite, with pink hair done up in curly pigtails. The flower patterned dress flew out behind her as she jogged towards me across the sidewalk, a purse hanging loosely off her arm. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of awe as I noticed that she was jogging in a pair of stiletto heels. How the hell she managed to do that would never cease to amaze me. I couldn't even stand in them, never the less walk or run in them. But then again, I was a guy.

"Sorry! I overslept!" She continued on, panting as she yelled. She finally got to me, doubling over in exhaustion and lack of oxygen. Her face which was remarkably smooth, was blotchy and red from running. "Can we still make it for the morning showing?" Her panting had gone down luckily, or else I would probably not have understood her. I felt a sweat drop form on my forehead, she truly was the Queen of Lateness... Anywhere we had ever tried to go as long as I had known her, she had made us late. I sighed, resigned to the fact that we would always be late. I held up my wrist looking at my old black watch. I let my other hand hold the object in my arms as I had been reading it earlier because of boredom.

"If we go in now, we'll probably just make it for the end credits." I stated dryly, slightly irritated as I looked at the clock. I let my wrist fall down and looked at Sakura, expecting her to apologize again. But her attention was not on me. Her turquoise eyes had zoomed and locked on the object in my arms.

My brain took a second to realize the fact that, the object that was once in my arms, was now nowhere to be seen. I held empty air. Dumbfounded, I stared at her from my seat.

"AHAH! Sasuke Uchiha!" Screamed Sakura in excitement. She was now holding the magazine I had been looking at earlier and was screaming something about Sasuke or something. I felt my ears ring at the high pitch and loudness of her voice. I felt the sweat drop form again on my forehead.

The pink haired girl jumped up and down hugging the magazine to her chest, squealing loudly, her feet doing some type of tap dance. I proceeded to watch as my best friend continued to act like some obsessed fan girl. Which in this case, it seems she was.

"Who?" I asked, but was ignored.

"Oh, God! This week's GQ Magazine has an interview with him! I have to buy a copy!" She continued to squeal happily.

"This... Sasuke or whoever, he is... very famous...?" I asked cluelessly, mildly worried as Sakura looked like she was about to have a heart attack any moment now from over excitement. Her happy dance stopped momentarily. She loomed over me, as I was sitting on a bench. "Huh? You don't even know that?!" Her face was red and she looked at me with shock. I shrank back from her. I could feel a lecture coming on. I was right.

"Sasuke Uchiha could be the World's Number One male Supermodel! He's been in countless advertisements and magazine covers! He was more popular than sport stars and movie stars once he entered the industry. He has also been ranked at the Top of the World's fifty most beautiful people list for three years straight!" She ranted on. I put my hand over my ears in attempt of saving my sanity.

"Geeze Sakura! Breath, and calm down! Besides, you know for a fact I have no interest in such things, plus I AM A GUY, if ya hadn't noticed. There is no reason to be obsessed over another guy. And news flash, I like girls." I said in defence. Sakura seemed to calm down a bit, but still was more than a little happy. My words were ignored though. She gestured around the city square wildly, pointing out several animated posters on skyscrapers and buildings. Huh. I hadn't noticed those before. They were all of the same guy. This… Sasuke person. It seemed like he was some big shot or whatever. Although, I admitted silently to myself, he was rather gorgeous. Any such thoughts were soon interrupted by Sakura's overly excited voice.

"And I also know that he has an older twin brother who is a famous director in New York! Oh my god, his name even sounds like mine!" I wiped a little sweat off my forehead that had formed during the lecture. Sighing I realized that I was not going to get out of this discussion, I might as well humour her and hopefully wear her out to the point she could keep her mouth shut. I had to smile though, it was surprisingly rare to find Sakura like this. She was usually rather studious, as well as tough. Fangirling was rare for her. Most of her time was spent reading medical books, or funny enough, doing cosmetics as a side job.

"About that... What does a director do?" I asked curiously, I regretted what I said as soon as I saw the look she was giving me. She looked at me with worry that said, I-worry-that-you-are-not-human, and complete disbelief. I felt rather…. small for a moment.

"Naru... A director controls the movie..." She sighed wearily. "How come you're even more unclear about the fashion world's big events than me...? Your Mother was a famous model when she was alive and your Uncle works in this sector too, doesn't he?" Her disbelieving expression morphed completely leaving me once again wondering how the hell a girl's mind works. She blushed and hugged herself a little. "Oh... I really want to see Sasuke and his brother together... Otherwise the view would be so fantastic...!" She cried with a fangirl sigh.

I felt my troublemaker instincts rise up. I grinned I couldn't help it. I had been trying for so long to resist the urge. But ya know, sometimes you just have to give in. Plus it had been so long since I had teased the pink haired girl. I mean it couldn't do that much harm, right?

"That might not be the case! Being twins does not mean they look the same! It may be that Sasuke's twin brother is a short and fat gorilla doing ballet, hence the reason to why he doesn't reveal himself!" I exclaimed seriously, but my eyes were twinkling with amusement. I looked at her expectantly hoping her expression was great. I was not let down. Her face had morphed and knotted in horror and realization. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes as I struggled not to laugh. I felt my shoulders start to shake. I couldn't hold it in. I burst out with a roaring laugh.

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I opened the old wooden door, smiling. "Jiraiya! I'm back!" I stepped in the house and closed the door behind me quietly. Kicking my overly large tennis shoes off, I made my way to the living room where I knew he would be. Our house was not a mansion by any means, but we were pretty well off. It had a roomy, warm feel to the house, that is when it wasn't a disaster. I went into the room and stopped in surprize, my eyes widening and mouth dropping open.

"Ah, Naruto, your back!" Jiraiya with a jovial smile. He towered over my rather average stature. White spiky hair trailed down his back, crow feet lining his eyes. He wasn't by far the most handsome old man around, but he was definitely eccentric and unique. Preferring to wear old kimono like clothing and sandals instead of normal clothing. Plus he was a huge womanizer, drunkard, and pervert. He had been a good friend of my parents, and my Godfather. He was a writer, although he had told me countless times that he was an amazing writer of adventure and romance. I knew the truth. He was a damn pervert who wrote porn. Despite that, I loved him, he was my godfather after all. He had trained me in martial arts, as well as homeschooled me for several years. Plus he had saved me from the orphanage when I was little…. My attention was soon diverted.

"Naruto!"

"Uncle!" I ran forwards crashing into his arms. It had been a while since I had seen him. I knew it was kind of weird for a guy to hug like this, but I really didn't care about such things, after all, Uncle Iruka was like a father to me. He was a handsome man by all means. He had shoulder length dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, his skin was as tanner than my own skin, meaning it was nearly brown. His features were rather beautiful, thick eyelashes, warm dark brown eyes. He had the look that melted all hearts with warmth and comfort. A scar ran across the bridge of his nose, ending at the edges of the face. But somehow that just added a dangerous edge to his look that made girls weak in the legs. He was gorgeous. After all he was once a model himself.

"How come you're free today?" I pulled back and asked with a grin.

"The fashion show just ended, so of course I came here!" He said smiling, but he got distracted quickly.

"Eh? Have you grown taller again? You're almost the same height as me!" He exclaimed proudly. I hadn't noticed before, but he was right. As he had been a model once, he was tall being 183cm (6ft), I was 181.5 (5'9ft). I almost reached his height now. I got in the 'nice guy' pose, with thumbs up.

"I'm two centimeters taller again this month! I went over the 180 mark." Pride shown in his eyes. He glomped me, I froze with surprize.

"Good Brat!" I sweat dropped. "And you're only 16! You'll definitely keep growing! You will be even taller and prettier than your mother. One day..."

I glanced up at my uncle. "Are you telling me I look like a girl?" Iruka sweatdropped.

"N-No, well, y-you are kind of... of-" He was cut off.

"I think he means to say is that you are so beautiful and handsome, that you could easily be either gender." Jiraiya said with a chuckle, leering at me jokingly. That did nothing but rile me up more.

"Are you trying to say I look androgynous?" I shouted furious. The fact that I looked like a girl was a touchy subject for me. Although I was tanned, tall, and clearly had wiry muscle and a six pack, my body was slightly curvy, with slight hips, even if I was incredibly slim and skinny, not that I wasn't healthy of course. My face was heart shaped, and delicate looking. I had three lines that ran across each of my cheeks, scarring from a past trauma I would rather not think about. They made me look like I had fox whiskers. I had pale blond hair that was nearly white. It had only been cut a few times in my life, thanks to my stupid Uncle. Luckily it had been cut recently meaning it was only nearly to my shoulders, but was messy, and spiky, having that just-got-shagged look. My eyes were framed by thick long white eyelashes, which were a pale sky blue. My eyes and hair contrasted sharply with my tan skin making me stand out. My teeth were pure white, but the canine's were sharper and longer than most, meaning it looked like I had fangs. In fact I really did think of them as fangs. I had since I was a child. I knew I was beautiful, and had a handsome look about me because I was a guy, but I really did look like an exact replica of my Mother, except with platinum blonde hair rather than Kushina's Flame red hair. And for me, my beauty was a curse, because I did look like a girl. Well a half Fox girl.

"And that's exactly what the Fashion industry is looking for!" My uncle said proudly. I groaned, I knew exactly what was coming.

"Uncle, I am not a girl and I-" I was cut off as Iruka grabbed my shoulders, covering my mouth with a hand. His veins pulsed with anger, and desperation. But mostly anger, anger that reminded me of comedy show. I choked down a wry laugh.

"Be quiet! I know what you were going to say! 'This industry is just about walking and taking pictures, it's so boring,' or some crap like that!" I sweat dropped. That was exactly what was running through my head. But I tried not to laugh, yet I knew that Uncle was also trying not to grin too as he continued on. To add to the act, I flailed my arms madly. "Can you face your mother with these kinds of thoughts!? And she even gave you the genes of the gifted!"

"Stop acting like children, Iruka, you shouldn't force her-,I mean him." Jiraiya said. I heard that.

"I am not a girl!" I screamed, but my mind was busy with the memories flooding through my head. My mom was the country's most famous model when she was alive. But during the peak of her career, she and my father were killed... I had to shake the memories of that particular moment from my head. I had been young when it happened, 2-3, I hardly had any memories of it anyway.

My Uncle was not blood related to me, but rather a good friend of my mother. They were really close, which is why he always I would fulfill my mom's dreams of being a model. He forced my to cry and laugh in front of the camera since I was young. Maybe it's because of those depressing experiences, hence... I've always disliked the idea of being a model. But now my thoughts have shifted, even if it was only a little. I was drawn from my thoughts by my Uncle's continuous rant.

"Rubbish! By not talking are you thinking that being a model is a money-making unrealistic and all-for-fame industry-!" I interrupted before he could finish. I might as well get this over with.

"Thats not it!" There was silence. My Uncle, and Jiraiya's jaws had dropped and were looking beyond stunned, I swallowed a giggle that threatened to escape.

"I've reconsidered. Iruka was right, I shouldn't waste the looks my mom has given me... Although I don't know if I can be as good as my Mother, I want to give it a try..." They were both silent, but I looked at Uncle. Iruka was giving me a determined, calculating look, measuring me. He nodded slowly. I grinned.

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I cut the picture carefully with the blade. It was a picture of the model Sakura had told me about earlier. It took one look at this particular picture and I had felt my very soul respond. It was Sasuke Uchiha. I had looked at all the other pictures, but all of them seemed to be about sex and were cold. This one looked like he was falling. His eyes showed deep emotion, reflecting my own, the emotions I hide. Determination and terrible sadness. He was not forcing this one. I had to admit, although it stung my manly pride, he was beautiful. He had long midnight black hair that reached his waist. His open shirt revealed muscles and abs any man would be willing to give his life for. His eyes were black, showing only sadness, they were framed by thick, long lashes. His face was girly. He was definitely androgynous, although he did resemble a man more than a girl. He was truly beautiful. He was smiling slightly, as if he had hope.

I knew being a guy, that it was probably strange that I was putting a picture of man on my wall. But I was doing it because he gave me hope that even a boy who looked girly could survive in the fashion world. I finished taping it to the wall and stood back.

I put my hand on my hips and sighed. I felt determination fill my whole body, I was going to be a model, even if for only a little while.

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"EHHHHH! You've decided to become a model?!" I winced at the shrillness of Sakura's voice. "I thought you weren't interested?"

"Uh... that's because..." I scratched the back of my head nervously. A nervous habit i had had since I was a child. I shifted slightly, uncomfortable on the hard cement steps. We really did have an unfortunate habit of meeting in random places out in the city.

Although I was no mind reader, could see the drool on Sakura's chin and could guess easily that she was thinking about naked boy models. It probably went something along the lines of, 'If Naruto becomes model then she would have a chance of hiding backstage, peeping at these naked strong men!' I looked at her incredulously.

"Alright! I will support you, Naru!" She said blushing, with a fanatic, scary, gleam in her eyes.

"Thanks... I think." I said, more than just worried about my best friend's sanity.

"Right, my Uncle has given me a chance for audition for a CF advertisement..." I supplied.

"Audition?"

"Yeah, I heard it's an advertisement for a skin cleanser. The suppliers saw my photo and thought I was good enough for an audition. Although why they would pick someone with scars on their face for that, I don't know."

"Naru... I can already see you sparkling while being seen on TV...I can't wait to see what a pretty girl-,I mean handsome boy you will be!"

"I'm a boy!"

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I lay in bed, thoughts swirling in my mind, refusing to let me go to bed. Can't sleep! What to do? It's my Uncle! He said he couldn't take me to the audition tomorrow because of work. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone. It rang with a random pop song, I winced at the song. It was definitely Sakura calling. Definitely her ringtone choice. Hope filled me. I was saved! I would ask her to go with me!

"Hey Sakura!-"

"It's no good!" She screamed. I flailed back, keeping a hold of the phone.

"What is it?" I asked frantically.

"The news just said that Sasuke Uchiha is going to be interviewed here!"

"R-really?"

"I want to go pick him up at the airport tomorrow, can you come with me?"

"I have my interview for the audition tomorrow..."

"Ah? What a pity... guess I'll have to go myself then..."

"Okay, be careful on the bus!"

"Okay, do your best in the audition! You must be chosen!" I sighed. I really would have liked to see Sasuke in real life. Sasuke Uchiha... I really want to know... really want to know... what kind of person he really is in real life...? I drifted off.

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"Please face the camera and introduce yourself!"

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki, age 16. Born on October 10, blood type B, Libra." I stated, my works wavering. I was nervous. I could feel my shirt stick to me with sweat. I was wearing a pair of dark nearly black jeans and white t-shirt, nothing great. And my favorite pair of combat shoes, which my jeans covered, as before I left the house Jiraiya had untucked them. Sasuke Uchiha should have arrived by now. Sakura was probably taking a lot of pictures of him. Ugh, I wish I could be there instead of here. "Um... My hobbies are sleeping, reading, singing, and uh... eating ramen. The person I care for the most is my uncle and godfather. My greatest wish is to earn respect.-" I was interrupted.

"Enough! Enough!"

"His chin and voice is trembling, his eyes are not looking at us, his body is all rigid, and his hands have always been behind his back!" Stated one of the women interviewing him. Man, women sure were scary!

"Son, is this your first time at an audition? Didn't your agency tell you the basics of an audition?" One of them asked.

"The quality of your skin is very good, but wearing standard makeup is a must in front of the camera. Plus you have scars on your face!" I wanted to protest but I was cut off. "And the most important thing is the way you dress. Don't even tell me you don't even know the role of the main actor in this CF advertisement!" I shook my head in shame and embarrassment.

"Jesus... You haven't prepared at all..."

"How strange... I guess even Iruka has a few amateurs."

"That man's way of training new people is famous for being strict, and as good as he is, he still has times where he slips it seems." The Three people said clinically.

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"Uncle! I screwed up! It's all your fault! How come you never told me anything about the basics? I was so unprepared that they slaughtered me!" I ranted into the phone, angry.

"I didn't tell you because you never asked." I heard the muffled voice of Iruka through the speaker.

"How would I know there would be such a situation! I've never been in audition before!" I whined. I stomped down the street. People stared at me nervously as I yelled into the phone. I ignored them.

"That's why you should always be prepared just in case, this is your first lesson, Brat!" There was a moment of silence, I calmed down considerably. "Naru, listen! Now that you are entering this field, you have to learn you only have yourself to rely on. You can depend on no one, not even me. I will be more strict with you than I ever have. Because once you're on that international stage, there will be no one to rely on. And I know you can do this. Since you know more loneliness than anyone I have ever met in my entire life, and I know you have relied on yourself your whole life, more than you should, but you can take a little more." There was a beep as the phone hung up.

I growled in frustration. I stomped a little, sighed, and moved on. I walked along the sidewalk moping. Stopping only to buy a bag of oranges from a street vendor.

I had thought... that once I entered the industry I'd be able to get closer to being recognised. But I screwed up my first job! I think I'm too simple minded... Ugh... seems my dreams are getting further and further away. I picked up an orange from my bag and held it up to my nose and smelled it. Citris. Although I loved ramen, I really loved fruit. Too depressed, I had yet to realize that I was now at the park. I sighed.

All of the sudden there was a sharp pain in my ankle. The world turned over, and I slammed against the pavement. "Ah!" Oranges scattered. Uwa! It hurts, it hurts! I rubbed my ankle, and then began to scrambled, crawling on all fours, to pick up the oranges. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." I muttered under my breath. I reached for the last one. My hand hit something warm, I snatched my hand back. I looked up. There was a hand in front of me. It was pale white, long fingered. The fingers of an artist or piano player. It picked up the orange and brought it back to the actual body. I looked up completely, still lying on the floor.

A man sat on the park bench. He was clothed in dirty stained jeans, a stained t-shirt, old fishing hat, and a very dirty trench coat. He was incredibly pale, like a ghost. His dirty midnight black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Scruff of a face that had not been shaved for several days covered the skin of his face that was not hidden by a pair of black shaded sunglasses. If he stood up, he would probably reach around 188-190 cm. He held my orange in his hand, but not offering it to me. It was an old stinky man!

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The End. To be Continued.

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