Heyo! I fixed the glitch, I don't really understand what happened, but I somehow managed to fix it…. Hehe? So here ya go! It's slightly shorter than the last one, but barely. It's boyxboy, NarutoxItachi. So read at your own risk. Hope you enjoy this one! Please review, follow, or fav! Flames are yummy~! :}

P.S.; Sasuke and Itachi are purposively extremely OCC. They were brought up in different circumstances than in naruto the manga/anime, meaning that they of course have a completely different personalities. There is a reason for the personality change. Plus they are twins in this. If ya can't deal with it, I'm sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or The One. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting in the corner crying 'bout it.

Chapter 2, A Talk with a Bum, and Bubbles.

Last Time:

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!

The stinky stranger grabbed the orange with both hands and began to peel it. A fly buzzed around his head. I couldn't do anything but stare in horror as he began to devour my orange. My mouth gaped open for several moments before I managed to speak.

"Hey! Don't eat other people's oranges!" I shouted pointing my finger at him. Staring at im from my position on the ground.

"It rolled over to me by itself. The orange chose me to be it's owner. If you didn't want it to be eaten, you shouldn't have rolled it around on the ground." He stated calmly, his voice was deep, and sounded as if he were singing it was so melodic, it was beautiful, and did not match the person in front of me. I gaped at him again, at loss for words. I sweat dropped. Man, this was such an unlucky day! This must be karma! Karma!

"I'm being punished for my intentions of becoming a model! Shit! Fuck the world! I should have stayed in bed today. But noooooo, I just had to get my lazy ass out of that bed." I muttered under my breath, not caring if anyone heard.

"Model, Karma, bad day?" I heard the stranger ask, I ignored him.

"That's why my audition went badly and why I tripped just now. I even got bullied by a bum!" I continued to mutter. Lying in fetal position on the pavement. Not really caring at this point if people were starting to point and stare.

"I'm not a bum!" The stranger called. I ignored him as I continued to mumble. Hugging my knees.

"Wah, mom must be dissapointed in heaven!-" My muttering was interrupted by a sound. It sounded like laughing. I looked over to the old bum, he was laughing in a full out roar. I felt anger rise in me.

"You want to be a Model? What part of you acts like a model? Those models on TV are all nonchalant and poised! Even if they tripped on the runway, they would get right back up and continue! Unlike you who's crawling on the ground and crying about Karma!" Strangely the anger in me had vanished. What he was saying was true. All of the sudden I felt an urge to humor him. I sat up, grinning mischievously.

"So you're saying... That I should do something like this?" I struck a silly, over dramatic pose, with my hand to my forehead as if I was going to faint like in the old movies. I grinned in humor. The bum seemed to understand I was trying to be overdramatic and silly, and found it rather funny, since he chuckled. I looked up from my place on the ground. He continued to chuckle, grinning.

"Oh, you almost got it!" I grinned my fox smile back. "But you're not tall enough!" I collapsed, irritated, but then got up and grabbed onto his coat.

"My Uncle says that since I'm 16 I'll keep growing! don't underestimate me! My mom was a supermodel!" I screamed childishly. This person was way too easy to be around.

"Well congratulations! This means that you have an 80% chance to transform from being an ugly caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly!" I resisted the urge to punch him.

"Ugly Caterpillar? What the hell are you trying to say you old bum?" I asked ticked off a little. But I was distracted from my thoughts by the breeze. I looked behind me. Whoa. A few butterflies flew passed. Such irony and coincidence. The bum starred with me. Both of us amazed. He broke the silence first.

"Oh? Could this be a sign?" He said smiling softly as if he knew something I didn't. Maybe... this day wasn't so bad after all... And maybe he did know something I didn't.

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"Jiraiya, I'm home!" I called out stepping into the kitchen. Which was covered in unidentifiable mush…. I looked around warily. I spotted Jiraiya standing near the stove, looking proud of his…. creation.

"You're just in time for dinner." He smiled kindly. He held a pot in his covered hands. He stared at me for a moment. "I guess I don't need to worry about you. Iruka said you messed up on an audition." I scratched the back of my head with a sheepish smile. I edged away from the pot in his hands. Jiraiya couldn't cook. At all. I wouldn't be surprised if it exploded.

"Iruka called? He must be pissed." I continued to scratch the back of my head and smile. He placed down the possibly toxic pot of 'food' and set out the bowls and stuff. After a moment of comfortable silence he spoke again, "No he called me to tell me to get the mail." He picked up something on the counter behind her and handed it to me. "He sent this to you." It was a box. I opened it up eagerly. It was a digital camera!

"Awesome! How did Iruka know that I wanted a camera?"

"He said to tell you to call him after you opened the box." I was at the phone and dialing his number before he finished the sentence.

"Uncle! Thank you for the present-!"

"Brat! It's not a present! It's for homework! From now on you have to document different facial expressions under various conditions! You can do it yourself or you can have someone else take the photos! Just make sure they a genuine and not acted out! It's due next week! Bye!" There was a click as he hung up. I pouted silently.

"What did he want?" Jiraiya asked with a sadistic grin.

"Jiraiya, I'm gonna need your help on this!"

"Let's eat first. Get the sake!"

"... how about we order pizza."

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Itachi walked through the expensive, elaborate space before him, ignoring the surroundings, used to such places by then. The polished floors, the gold and crystal chandeliers, carved furniture, thousand dollar paintings and so on. The old worn sandals he wore padded upon the floor without sound. He arrived at the sweet sooner than he expected. He walked into the room without a second thought. He grabbed his old dirty fishing hat off his head and tossed it onto the floor, shedding his dirty, stained trench coat as well. His hair fell around his shoulders softly even as it was held back by a hair band. His black glasses hung on the front of the black t-shirt he wore, which was matched with a pair of ripped and stained jeans.

His entire attire contrasted completely with his surroundings. Itachi walked a few more steps to where he knew the bed would be. He was about to collapse upon it when he noticed something. His eyes widened, and then narrowed. He sweat dropped. Sighing, he looked at the lump spread out on his bed. It was like looking at a sleeping copy of himself, minus the slight beard. The boy was beautiful, with long silky Black hair reaching his middle back, now spread out over the covers. Long black eyelashes cast shadows over the silk ivory skin of his face. He could easily pass for a beautiful girl. He was dressed in a simple tank and sweatpants. They looked almost exactly the same. Except for the eyes. He sighed again.

"Sasuke, hey! Wake up!" He called out roughly.

"Shh baby, let me sleep a little more..." The boy mumbled, pulling a pillow close and hugging it. The awake man sweat dropped. He would have to question that later. Reaching forwards he grabbed the edge of the blanket Sasuke was sleeping on and pulled it sharply. "WAKE UP" He yelled loudly. There was a squawk and a thud as a body hit the floor.

"Hey what the hell was that for?!" Sasuke screamed shrilly from the floor. Itachi ignored him and turned, beginning to undress. "What are you going to do if you hurt the million dollar face of Sasuke Uchiha?!" Still being shrill.

"If you're gonna sleep, then go sleep in your own room! Unless you want to get caught sleeping with a man... Your reputation is bad enough as it is. Please don't get me involved." Ero replied drily. Sasuke 'etched and then attacked. He jumped on his brother from behind desperately.

"But you're my older twin brother!" He cried wrapping his arms around Itachi lith wiry muscled frame. Itachi felt his hair frazzel a little with frustration. That's why it was scary, he thought as Sasuke said what he did. "I'm hot! Get off me!" Itachi exclaimed angrily. He shoved his elbow back, hitting Sasuke in the stomach, who fell back winded, but not enough because he began to rant again.

"You ungrateful bastard! How can you reject your younger twin like that!" He shouted angrily.

"I see that same face everyday in the mirror. Honestly, I'm getting tired of it. If you're done talking, I'm going to go take a shower now. So get the hell out!" He exclaimed shirtless and smiling sweetly. Sasuke blushed despite himself. Finally in the shower, and alone, Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose. It was going to be a long end of the day. After a few moments he got out and headed back into the room clad in a towel which hung loosely around his hips. Fully expecting and empty room, he was shocked once again to see his brother still on the bed, now watching TV.

"Damn! What a nice body you got there, brother! Too bad you're not a model!" Itachi blushed a little, but he was angry.

"What the hell are you still doing here?!" He yelled. He was ignored. Sasuke rushed forwards grabbing onto Itachi's body. He groped his older brother's body, who had frozen in shock.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Where did you get these muscles from! I never see you work out! I spend so many hours at the gym and I never get close to getting muscles like this. Sasuke traced his brothers skin and nuzzled his head in the crook of Itachi neck. He blushed and murmured something about Itachi feeling good.

"So you have to act this perverted...?" Itachi asked frazzled and angry.

"I just can't hold back!" Murmured Sasuke. Barely a second later Sasuke was sporting a new bump on his head and had tears in his eyes, while Itachi lowered his fist and walked away.

"You haven't told me where you have been all day." Stated Sasuke calmly, recovered from the bank that had been met with his head. "I couldn't find you after we ditched the reporters at the airport. If I hadn't known about your hobby, I would have been worried to death." Sasuke said softly.

"I just walked around the area and then watched the passerby when I got tired."

"Did anyone give you any coins, Mr. Bum?" Sasuke teased. "Taipei should be a friendlier city than New York, right?"

"No coins, but I got some oranges." Itachi sweat dropped as he remembered the girl from earlier. "Some girl with a bag of oranges fell on the her face right in front of me."

"Oh?"

"Actually she told me that she wanted to be a model... And how her mom was a supermodel." Sasuke burst out laughing, tears dripping from his eyes.

"For real? Was she pretty?" Sasuke asked, still chuckling.

"...Actually yes. She was tall, around 180cm, Short nearly shoulder length hair that seemed to be naturally white. Her skin was tanned naturally, while her eyes were a pale ice blue. Strangely her cheeks had scars across them making whiskers and she had fang like teeth. She seriously looked like a fox." Sasuke was still chuckling by the end of the description.

"Oh... This is getting interesting... a fox girl!" Sasuke said gleefully. "If she knew that you were the most famous runway director in New York city, I wonder, would she get down on her knees and beg for you to train her?"

"Like she would know who I am."

"Yeah, you never talk to the media. I just don't get why you have to be so mysterious."

"It would be troublesome for me if too much attention was on me, unlike you, you attention whore."

"You're right... The crowds with all of their gasps and cheers, is what I live on... Just look at me!" He said with drama, flipping his hair back.

"If thats the case, then you should preserve your 'out-of-this-world beauty' and catch up on your beauty sleep in your own room."

"Why do you want me out so badly?! Is it going to kill you to have me here?!" Squealed Sasuke.

"Yes, yes it will." There was a silence. "It's for your career. Don't you have work in the morning?" Itachi flicked his baby twin's ear and ruffled the younger twin's hair affectionately. Sasuke blushed, disgruntled. "It's your job to be in the best shape at all times. Got it?"

"Okay, okay! I got it!" Sasuke turned to leave but stopped a few steps short of the door.

"Itachi! Make sure you wake me up if you have nightmares." Sasuke said seriously, worried about his other half. Itachi stayed silent, as the door shut behind the leaving figure. He plopped down on the bed, feeling a headache coming on.

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"Sakura! What happened to your forehead?" There was a bump and a band aid on her forehead. She wore the traditional school uniform, meaning short pleated skirt, knee high socks, polo white shirt and tie. I was wearing simple black pants and a white polo shirt outfitted with a tie.

"A Sasuke fan got too excited and whacked me on the head with her purse. I was trying to film the whole thing, but after she hit me I started to see stars. Before I could see Sasuke, I passed out. Damn it! I didn't get any shots of Sasuke!" She ranted angrily. I sighed.

"Your day was good compared to mine."

"i got picked on at the audition and then, I met some weirdo on the way home. Now I'm doing some sort of special training because of my uncle!" I showed her the camera. She quickly scrolled through the picts, laughing. I blushed and looked away. In every photo there was something wrong with me. Like having a double chin, fish eyes, pug nose, puffy cheeks, all of the above.

"Haha, what kind of picture is this! You sure you want to show this to your uncle?"

"He said I had to look natural, and that is pretty natural." I replied dryly.

"I'll be in charge of taking photo's of you in school. I'll make sure you look good."

"Okay, thanks."

"Oh yah, Naru. I saw your Uncle in W Magazine today, in an article about famous managers of supermodels! I think he gets interviewed by W quite often. I wonder if he knows anyone there." The was a moment of silence. "Naruto!" She glomped me.

"What?" I twisted around to look down on her. She was short so that was easy.

"Sasuke will be in the photo shoot tomorrow!"

"And this involves me how?"

"It's in the Newspaper! Can you please as your Uncle to get us into the photoshoot? Please!" She pleaded.

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"The photoshoot?" My Uncle asked like I was insane. We were standing in his office.

"So... yeah... my best friend, Sakura wants to see him in person." I explained a bit irritated that I had been forced to ask this of him.

"It won't be easy! He has so many fans, so I don't know if I can get you in."

"Oh."

"But, Sasuke is a very outstanding and professional model. If you can see him at work maybe it will help your career." Huh? Did he really just say that? I gave it a thought. I hadn't had much interest in seeing him before, but, he was right, it could help to see a professional in action.

"All right Naru! I'll see what I can do! …. but you have to get the newest addition of your godfather's book for me."

I stared at him blankly for a few moments.

"...Iruka. You fucking perv."

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I held the camera up and smiled. I felt lighter than I had in days. I was taking a bubble bath and I was naked, but who cares? I smiled as wide as I could. I was happy. I heard the click. I looked at the photo, it was good. I looked natural and happy, bubbles from my bath covered me, making me have a goatee. It was a start. I didn't even glance at the razor blade beside me for once. Things were starting to looking up.

The End, To be Continued.

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And yes, in that last chapter, I did imply something….

And I did tell you this was a darker fic.

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