DISCLAIMER: naruto belongs to the genius masashi kishimoto

"You're fired," he said coldly, striding over his walk-in closet and grabbing a black hoodie.

"But, Uchiha-san!" his now ex-P.A pleaded, "Please, let me explain!"

He paused by the door and without sparing her a glance he yelled, "Take all your fucking stuff and get the fuck away from me!"

Reaching the living room, he saw Kakashi looking at him in surprise.

"What happened?" he asked.

"She's fired," Sasuke snapped, rummaging through the clatter that was his couch for his discarded sunglasses.

"What? You can't do that, Sasuke! Filming starts in three days! You need an assistant."

"I don't need one," Sasuke said through gritted teeth, "What I need is to get the fuck away from here until that bitch is gone. And where the hell are my glasses?"

Kakashi sighed.

"You and I both know you need one. I won't be around to babysit you. God knows what will happen if you're left all alone."

He stiffened when they heard a muffled sob from somewhere in the hall. "At least tell me what she did wrong."

Sasuke refrained from saying anything. Instead, he donned the black hoodie, put on his dark glasses and walked out of his apartment into a waiting elevator.

He lived in a penthouse given to him by his parents as a present when he graduated valedictorian in high school a year and a half ago. This was quite a blessing considering that Sasuke's chosen profession's pay was not even close enough to the allowance he used to receive when he was in middle school and thanks to the money he had on his account that Sasuke was able to live comfortably.

He stepped out of the elevator into the foyer of the building. He approached the front desk to inform them that his assistant's been fired and she was to be prohibited to enter the establishment again. Sasuke scowled when the receptionist answered in a breathy voice and strode out with his temper escalading in a dangerous height.

Stupid girls, he thought viciously.

He and Kakashi had a meeting earlier with the executives of a men's magazine that Sasuke will graze the cover with next month. They went back to Sasuke's place after that. His P.A lived with him. She's been his P.A for a month and she was very efficient. Sasuke thought that the middle-aged woman held no attraction for him but apparently he was wrong when he caught her masturbating on his bed – with his boxers (his favourite!) on her mouth and moaning his name. The sight scared the hell out of Sasuke.

He's had enough of freaky, stalker and horny assistants. It happened all the time that when Sasuke fired his 8th P.A, Kakashi decided to get him a male P.A. but because of Sasuke's inhuman sex appeal, that guy became gay. That P.A. was with him for 5 days until the said guy succumbed to the temptation and grabbed Sasuke's behind. He would have been dead by now if Kakashi didn't show up.

Uchiha Sasuke has major trust issues. The only people he trusted aside from his parents and Itachi are Kakashi and his close friends since childhood, Naruto and Gaara. If it were possible, Sasuke would have chosen either one of those two to be his personal assistant but fortunately, Naruto and Gaara both excelled in the path they've taken after high school.

Sasuke allowed a little smile adorn his always-scowling features as he remembered his friends. When they were six years old, Naruto decided he wanted to be a rock star and that summer he managed to convince Sasuke and Gaara to take up music lessons. By the time they were eight they were a rock band. Nobody took them seriously at first, of course. Their parents thought that it was just some sort of a hobby and the in-thing at the time but when Naruto dragged a bewildered Kakashi into the school festival – their first public performance – and declaring that the masked music teacher was going to be their manager, everybody realized it was serious business.

Their band was called the Screwed Up Kids.

Sasuke chuckled at the memory of their respective parents' reactions when they heard that. His father glared while his mother threatened to stop him from participating in that scandalous-sounding band name's activities. Naruto's dad just laughed merrily as though his son told him a very funny joke and his mom tugged his ear painfully for being such a punk. Gaara was the one who came up with the name. His old man looked disturbed and his mom cried hysterically, wondered loudly where they've gone wrong in raising their youngest since he's (in their opinion) rebelling already at the age of eight.

Their parents weren't able to stop them from pursuing their dreams but Screwed Up Kids came out with only one album. It wasn't because of the lack of fans. They were very popular as a matter of fact. Hearing the name of the band was enough to capture the interest of anyone and the members were really cute and adorable. Girls their age, teenagers and young adults were crazy about them. Girls the age of their mothers and grandmothers were cooing over them.

Two things made them quit at ten years old – school and stalkers.

Naruto was kidnapped one day. Sasuke and Gaara were with him and would have been kidnapped as well. A bespectacled guy came up to them while they were waiting for Kakashi and offered them free meals. Naruto, being the idiot that he was, eagerly accepted without paying any heed to Sasuke's warning. Naruto disappeared for two days before he was found and the stalker was caught.

It was the end of their short-lived career. Naruto threw a fit and insisted that he was fine and he wasn't even traumatized by the whole ordeal but his parents were. He was their only son after all. Sasuke and Gaara's parents agreed to the decision that the boys should just be ordinary boys instead of being a famous rock band. And so they went back to school.

The boys didn't disband after that. They were inseparable throughout their school days. It was only after high school that they separated and really disbanded.

Naruto pursued his dream of being the greatest rock star only this time it wasn't Sasuke doing the drums and it wasn't Gaara at the keyboard. Gaara went to college to study Literature and he wrote most of Naruto's songs in his new album. Last time Sasuke heard, Gaara was going to publish a novel soon.

And Sasuke… well, he was an independent actor and just wrapped up his second shortfilm last week. He was to start his third in three days and he was very excited. The director was the best in the country. He gathered that Nagato was a ruthless perfectionist and Sasuke was looking forward to the challenge.

Sasuke's job didn't pay well but he enjoyed it beyond anything else. He was a quiet and reserved guy. He found that pretending to be someone else was a better way of expressing himself. If Naruto has his music and Gaara has his writing, Sasuke has his acting.

Uchiha Sasuke was not paying attention to where he was going.

He didn't even notice the looks that passers-by were giving him. Normally, this would tick him off but because most of his face was hidden, he thought that he would be attracting less attention. But apparently he was wrong. Women were turning their heads and stared shamelessly at his beautifully sculpted lower body that was encased in a form-fitting faded jeans.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the commotion ahead of him and walked on straight through it. He only stopped in his track when he felt something heavy fell on his shoulders. He stared in surprise when he saw an empty bucket rolling on the pavement.

He looked up. His jaw dropped in disbelief.

There, dangling precariously on the third floor window was a woman. Her long hair was blowing in every direction.

"Oh my God!" cried an elderly woman in front of Sasuke.

"Hang in there! We'll call for help!" yelled the man beside Sasuke, "Damn! Who knows the police hotline?"

The crowd gathered together gave a collective gasp when the woman's grip on the ledge suddenly slipped and she was falling. Sasuke reacted fast.

He caught the falling woman.

The spectators cheered.

The passing vehicles honked their horns.

The teenagers who drifted over curiously were flashing their cameras.

Uchiha Sasuke stared at the sobbing and panting woman in his arms.

"Hyuga?" he asked, dumbfounded, "Hyuga Hinata?"

Her head snapped up to gaze fearfully at him.

Then she fainted.

xXx

"Oh, so you know this young lady?" asked the elderly woman from the incident. She was one of those who went with them to take Hinata to the hospital.

"I do," confirmed Sasuke, "We were classmates in high school."

"High school sweetheart?" a teenager asked dreamily. She and her friends were ogling Sasuke now that he divested himself of the eyeglasses. When they saw his face, they followed him to the hospital, much to his annoyance.

"That is so romantic!" the elderly woman gushed.

"No," Sasuke snapped.

"Maybe you should call her parents," the old man suggested.

"I haven't seen her since high school so I don't know who and where to call."

They stopped talking when they heard a whimper from the bed.

Hinata's eyes opened slowly and frowned at the unfamiliar bed, unfamiliar room and unfamiliar people gathered around her. She felt her face burn in embarrassment as she remembered what happened.

"How are you feeling, dear?" an old woman asked concernedly. She was holding Hinata's hand.

"F-fine, t-thank you," Hinata replied softly.

"She's stuttering," an old man said frowningly, "Maybe she hit her head. I knew we should have her head x-rayed!"

Sasuke smirked.

"Don't worry," he said, the crowd looked at him and Hinata's just noticed him standing at the far corner, "That's normal for her. The stuttering, I mean."

"U-Uchiha-san?"

"Looks like you haven't changed at all, ne? Hinata?" he said, his smirk grew causing the girls present to swoon.

The door banged open and a blonde doctor entered.

"You're awake," she said as she approached the bed, "Nothing is wrong with you. Everything is fine, except maybe some bruises. You're very lucky someone strong enough and was thinking quickly was able to catch your fall."

"Yes, it's all thanks to that dashing young man over there," the old woman pointed at Sasuke.

Everyone stared at him. Sasuke was getting uncomfortable with the attention he's getting and he sighed in relief when he heard his mobile ring.

"Excuse me," he said, walking out of the door to answer his phone, "What?"

"Where are you?" Kakashi asked.

"Saving the world,"

A pause. "Is that a joke?"

Sasuke said nothing. He heard Kakashi sigh.

"She left already, that's all," then Kakashi hanged up.

Sasuke raised his eyebrows. "He called me just to tell me that? Whatever happened to good, old text messaging?"

He went back inside the room.

"You're free to go," the doctor said.

"T-thank you, doctor," Hinata said quietly.

"Are you fine going home alone?" the old woman asked.

"I'll take her," Sasuke said aloud.

Hinata blushed. "T-thank y-y-you,"

The other occupants in the room sighed dreamily. They all thought of the same thing.

These two make a cute couple!

xXx

Sasuke watched as Hinata ate her second burger hungrily.

After thanking everyone who was with her in the hospital and Sasuke threatening his fan girls not to follow him, he heard Hinata's grumbling stomach so he suggested eating something first before taking her home.

"Very hungry, aren't you?"

"S-sorry," she apologized, blushing madly again, "I haven't eaten anything for breakfast."

"What were you doing in that window, anyway?" Sasuke inquired curiously. He had been wondering about that the moment he recognized her.

"U-Uhm… I w-worked t-there," she explained, hiding her eyes from him.

"You're a window cleaner?" he asked incredulously.

"Y-Yes,"

Sasuke snorted. He didn't believe her. She's an heiress, for crying out loud!

"Last time I checked, there was no news saying the Hyuga Corp. has gone bankrupt."

She shook her head vigorously. "N-no! N-nothing l-like that happened!"

"So, what?" Sasuke persisted, "Were you disowned or something?"

"S-sort of… s-something like that," she answered vaguely, "I ran away."

Sasuke nodded in understanding.

"After high school," she continued, staring at her glass of iced tea, "I enrolled in the business school my father wanted me to attend. I failed in a lot of subjects all the time. I couldn't focus at all. I had no friends and I felt really lonely. Because of that, I got kicked out of the University for failing all my subjects. My father was furious with me. The night I came home we had a confrontation and I lost it completely. I told him I had enough I'm leaving. So I did. And here I am now – a window cleaner."

Sasuke said nothing for awhile, just looking thoughtfully at the girl seating opposite from him. He could not believe that the shy and timid girl in their class stood up for herself.

"Good for you," he said admiringly.

She smiled at him sweetly. "T-thank you. And thank you as well for saving my life! And for treating me! I don't know how I shall repay you for being so kind."

"Come on, Hinata," Sasuke drawled, "We both know I'm anything but kind. Do me a favour and quit your job."

"I-I c-can't!" she exclaimed in horror, "I need the m-money so that I can pay the rent and go to school."

"School?"

"Y-yes!" nodded Hinata, "Cooking school. I want to be a chef."

Sasuke sighed as he played with his untouched food. He wished he could somehow help her. They were not friends but she was the only girl whose presence he could tolerate since she didn't have any weird obsession with him. In fact, she didn't seem to like him either. And then the idea came to him.

"Hinata," he said and when he got her attention he continued, "You need a job, right?"

"Y-Yes?" she said, wondering what he was thinking.

"How about working for me?"

"Huh?"

"Quit your lousy excuse for a job and work for me. As my personal assistant."

Hinata blinked at him. The idea sounded tempting. She won't have to climb and clean windows anymore. She was a horrible cleaner anyway. Besides, after today's accident she doubted if she would be accepted back with open arms.

Sasuke told her the salary and her eyes widened. It was triple the salary from her now ex-job. She would definitely have a shot in enrolling for cooking school next year.

"Your job as my assistant is very easy. You just have to make sure that everything I need is taken care of – wardrobe, make-up, and some stuff. You will work closely with my manager, Kakashi. He's mostly not around because he's also Naruto's manager. And that's where you come in. You'll be filling in Kakashi's shoes whenever he's away. So what do you think? Do you accept or not?"

It seemed that he didn't change at all since high school. He was still as impatient and demanding as ever.

"I-I accept," she replied in that soft voice of hers.

"Good," he smirked in triumph. He found the perfect assistant, "And one more thing."

"What is it?" she asked curiously, tilting her head.

"You have to live with me."

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thank you for reading. hope you like it! i apologize for the mistakes. i feel a bit groggy. it's 3 am already... ^.^