Chapter One

Naruto gripped his hair in frustration, abusing his poor scalp to no end. The doctor watched in impassive concern, use to the reaction of a person receiving horrifying news. In a way he kind of felt sorry for the poor blue eyed blonde who sat infront of him, but then again he had seen this many times, so many, that he became desensitized and really had stopped caring.

"You say the only way to save him, is to go through...with that." More stated than asked.

"Yes, he can not survive without this treatment. I'm sorry." The doctor told the other. "It is the only way to ensure his life and health."

"How much are we talking here?" Naruto asked resignedly.

"Fifty thousand dollars. It's expensive, but it works."

Damn, Naruto thought. How the hell was he to come up with fifty grand? His job, although a good paying one, just did not cover that cost. But this was the only way to make sure that he could take care of Iruka. He really needed this procedure. He would just have to find a way, that was all there was too it.

"Ok. Can I see him?" Naruto inquired. He wanted to go and hug and comfort Iruka. That man didn't deserve what fate had so lovingly distributed to him. The man that was generous and kind, and gave back to this world by teaching his bountiful knowledge to others. It was sickening.

"Yes, but only for a few minutes, he needs to conserve his energy for chemo." The doctor impassively replied. Sitting up he lead the way into his patient's room.

"Naruto." Came the weak reply from the bed, as the tanned man with the mussed hair sat up and looked at his most precious person.

He looks so pitiful lying there against those sheets, wire and tubes leading fluids to and from his body, his hair usually tied up in a perky ponytail, now lay lank and stringy. Vibrancy from life seemed to fade from him with each passing moment.

"Iruka, how are you feeling?" Naruto asked almost afraid, knowing that Iruka would lie, just so he wouldn't worry Naruto.

"I've been worse." Came the lie.

"Liar."

"Naruto, let's not argue about this again, please. Leave me with my delusions, just for a little while longer. We both know that I can't afford this operation." Iruka bluntly told the blonde man. "It is futile."

"Iruka, don't talk like that! You need to save your strength to get better, and don't worry I'll find some way to pay for the operation. Leave that burden on my shoulders. Please." Naruto weepinly told Iruka. " I don't want you to think about anything except getting better, Okay? You're not allowed to die, Okay?"

Iruka was overwhelmed with the emotions that seemed to roll off the man he had raised as his own child. It was comforting to know that someone cared that deeply for him. "Are you sure Naruto, you don't have to pay for the operation, I'm sure I could die in peace."

"NO! I will find a way and pay for this, even if I have to sink into debt, I will pay for this!" Naruto shot back.

Just then a nurse walked in, signaling to Naruto that it was time to go. Gracefully leaning up, he hugged and kissed Iruka on the cheek. "I'll be here tomorrow after work, Okay? So hang in there for me, Okay?"

Iruka nodded and watched as his son left him.

"Naruto bring me the file over the Dewitt account." Came the smooth dark voice over the intercom.

"Yes Mr. Uchiha," Don't worry it's not polite to reply with a thank you or anything. Naruto muttered under his breath, and speaking of which when did I give him permission to call me Naruto, that should be Mr. Uzimaki to him. Damn bastard thinking he was better than everyone, the blonde ranted as he got up from typing on his computer, quickly scanned the file cabinet that was set in a very luxurious and comfy office and knocked on the double doors leading to an even bigger office.

"Come in."

Yes your royal highness, wouldn't want to upset you or anything, secretly replied the blonde.

Walking in, he examined the well furbished room. From its plushy gray carpet, to the biege painted walls, to the comfortable oaken desk, set with computer and all, the large leather seats that hugged the front of the desk, and the big windows that gave a fantastic view of the city. All this before he brought his azure gaze to the man sitting behind the oaken desk.

"Would you like to stand there all day or are you going to do your job and bring me that file...Hmmm?" Asked the ravenette as he watched in irritated amusement as his PA and secretary, flushed bright red, probably embarrassed or in this case mad. He knew what strings to pull with his PA, he was just to easy.

Stomping over there, Naruto placed the file infront of the raven and was turning to leave, when the Uchiha's voice rang out, "Oh and Naruto, I have a meeting in Rome tomorrow, so please have your stuff packed by eight, and don't forget your toothbrush again." Taunted the raven to the if it were even possible, the stiffer back of his personal assistant.

"Mr. Uchiha, umm...I well can't go. You see...um...my father's in the hospital right now, and well I'm the only family he has, and you see um...he needs me right now." The blonde had turned so that he could face his pale onyxed eyed boss, while giving his reason for not being able to go.

Sasuke stared at the blonde. Usually he got no problems out of the blonde who was always willing to go on the blasted trips. Normally he wouldn't care, but, the blonde had been distracted more today than he had been in a long while, and he wasn't looking that good either. His bright lively eyes were dulled with worry, the scars more pronounced on his slightly tanned cheeks, and his ripe luscious lips, tightened with anxiety. He really shouldn't care, but somehow this dobe had always gotten under his skin, with his meek I'll listen attitude, even though his eyes burned to tell the Uchiha to go to hell type fire, which happened to be one of the main reasons as to why the ravenette usually taunted the blonde. To get a rise out of him was all he wanted. Also he really wouldn't mind getting him between his red satin sheets.

"Why is he in the hospital?" Sasuke was curious, if Naruto was looking as bad as he did, then something terrible most be wrong.

Naruto looked at Sasuke aghast. That man was usually to concerned with his own life to care about others. Stupid ice prick. So with that thought the sometimes not all to bright blonde blurted out,"Why do you care?"

Sasuke gritted his teeth, trying and almost failing at holding a rein on his temper. "Because, you look like shit, and whatever you look like, reflects upon me, if I were to have people in. Dobe."

Either it was because he was too concerned with Iruka, or he wasn't thinking straight, Naruto let loose," Well Mr. Perfect, how would you fucking feel if the only person you cared about was fixing to die from cancer, and in order to save him you have to pay a ridiculous sum of money that you sure as hell don't know where it is going to come from...hmm...or that your boss is a prissy, frigid bastard, who needs to get that stick out of his ass, and stop being so self absorbant!!" Flushing brightly after his little outburst, Naruto realized what he said, his eyes widening in horror, he was pretty sure he just got himself fired, not that you could tell from the cold and blank look that was currently attached to his boss's face.

"Well, took you long enough. Now that I know you can fight back, I don't want anymore meekness understand?" Sasuke just looked at the spluttering blonde.

"What?? You're not going to fire me?" The now puzzled Naruto glanced at Sasuke clearly confused.

"No, and I could even help you with your problem." Sasuke replied, an idea already unfolding in his brain.

"You can? You mean you can help me?" The blonde latched onto hope quickly looking at Sasuke, begging him to be true, and not messing with his poor assitant's head.

"Yes, I will pay for the operation, but in return you most do something for me."

"Anything."

"You must agree to be my lover."