Okay, this is a multichapter fic. Everything's written down on paper, I just have to type it... The second chapter should be coming out in a week though. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: To own, or not to own, that is the question. Should I lie and tell you what I wish, or should I truthfully tell you the painful truth? ...Naruto's not miiiiiiine. Figures.

Warning: Lazily put, this fic contains (or will, don't worry) yaoi. If you don't know what that is, ask wikipedia. If you're too lazy to do so, I'll give you the short definition. Male-male relationship, don't like don't read. I'm tiiiired.

A sharp honking noise startled me into awakeness on Monday morning. Panicked, I shot out of bed, scooping up my clothes and schoolbag as I rushed to the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't have time for a shower, and brushed my teeth as fast as I could manage, while my free hand occupied itself by awkwardly dressing me up. And before you start laughing, you try pulling your clothes on with your left hand. When you're right handed.

I then thundered down the staircase, praying my parents had already left for work; Mom was an awful grouch in the morning, and making this much noise this early in the day with her in the house could be downright suicidal. Thankfully, I heard neither her or my dad yell at me.

"Damn that-" My sentence was cut off as I nearly collided with the dark mass that was standing in the entrance. "Teme!" I growled, catching myself just in time. "Why did you honk me if you wanted to come in?"

"If you keep skipping breakfast you'll pass out sooner or later, and I'll be the designated person to take you to the infirmary, dobe." The low, cold voice matched the unheated eyes into which I was presently glaring.

"I only did that once, teme, I'm not some weak anorexic girl!"

He rolled his eyes, and I noticed the infinitely faint twitching of his lips. I grinned back, muffling a yawn as I asked, "How much time do I have?"

He checked his watch. "Fifteen minutes for breakfast, fifteen to shower."

My jaw closed abruptly. "Sasuke, what time is it?"

"If you set your alarm, it should be going off in a couple of minutes."

I punched him. "You got me out of bed before seven!" I roared at him, becoming even angrier when he dodged. "What the hell is your problem? On Monday too!"

The teme didn't answer, mostly because he knew I'd give up fast enough. Exhaustion washed over me like a wave, and I growled tiredly, edging towards the kitchen. Grumbling about the indecency of the hour, I quickly poured cereal and milk into a bowl, and began eating unenthusiastically. Meanwhile, the teme prepared himself an expresso, looking inside the fridge while the water heated. A few seconds later, he placed a glass filled with orange juice next to my bowl.

"Drink,"he ordered in a cutting tone. You'd never think he was concerned. More like annoyed I hadn't thought of it myself.

I gave him a poor excuse for a glare, and obeyed wordlessly. After all, we both knew orange juice worked ten times better on me than coffee did on the teme. It was my personal fuel.

Three additional glasses and one shower later, I had stopped looking like a runaway zombie, and decided to forgive the bastard. For once, we weren't in a hurry. We settled inside his black mustang, and made our way towards Konoha High. The trip took us twenty minutes, fifteen if I drove. Although that rarely happened.

Sasuke's phone rang as we got out of the neighborhood. I glanced at the screen. "It's your brother," I informed him.

He nodded. "Put him on."

I obliged, and instantly heard Uchiha Itachi's voice coming out from the car's speakers. "Good morning, little brother." The tone was much more mischievous, but without this minor detail, there was no difference between this and the teme's voice. Sasuke sighed.

"I'm driving," he told his brother. "What is it?"

"I've hooked up on some pretty big contract," was the reply. "We're going to have to discuss several details, so call me back as soon as you can."

"I will."

There was a click, and I sighed. "I was beginning to worry," I told the teme with a grin. He arched a questioning eyebrow, refusing to take his eyes off the road. "You haven't gone to a studio in weeks. I was beginning to think you had bored them or something."

He snorted. "Actually, Itachi was submerged with demands, once everyone heard he had canceled all of my contracts."

"I get the point," I grumbled. "I suppose you'll be leaving for a whole month again, settle in Paris and hang out with the most beautiful models you'll find..." I continued my ranting, ignoring the growing smirk that was forming on the teme's mouth. Not only was Uchiha Sasuke rich, smart, good-looking (from what the girls told me) and athletic, but he also had to be one of the most sought for models of his generation. With his brother's help, he had signed contracts with international companies, filthy rich amateur artists, and In doing so he had nearly doubled the fortune his parents had left him, and obtained an unwanted but yearlong admiration from any girl in school.

Said admiration manifested itself in the form of the group of fangirls standing in the space the teme always used to park, prohibiting any other driver from putting his car there. They cleared the area as soon as they saw the mustang, some of them nearly squealing in delight. Once the car had stopped, I walked out silently, patiently waiting for the usual greetings to the teme to finish. But I didn't expect Sakura and Ino to grab me by the collar and drag me away from the group.

"Leggo of me!" I protested, cringing when the blonde gave me a dark glare.

"We need your help," Sakura told me. "You have to convince Sasuke to come to the party we're throwing next month."

"Woah, why are you asking me this?" I asked, observing the two of them. Sweet Sakura was clutching my wrist tightly, the way she always did when she wanted something.

"You're his friend. You'll convince him better than we will."

"Why would he say no?" Oh yeah, because he's an ass. "Forget I asked," I added. "What's the occasion?"

"We've decided to celebrate our birthday together," Ino stated as if I were a very slow child. "And we'd like Sasuke to come."

"You're invited too of course," Sakura added. "We wouldn't want to miss you."

"Of course you wouldn't," I said with a wide grin. "No one can party if I'm not here to make things alive! Don't worry, if I have to drag the teme all the way to your place, tied up and gagged, it'll only be my pleasure."

"Take out the 'tied up and gagged'," Ino warned me. "I won't allow Sasuke to be harmed on my birthday. Especially not by you."

"Don't worry Ino," Sakura assured her. "He's joking. No need to be so stuck-up."

Ino narrows her eyes. Ice. "What did you call me?"

"Stuck-up. Prissy. Want me to develop, Ino-pig?"

"Pity your vocabulary isn't as large as your forehead, flower girl," Ino shot back.

"Who're you calling a flower girl, Yamanaka?"

I slowly crept away from the two girls, only sighing once I was completely out of range. Sasuke was standing a few feet away from his ca r, and the religious silence entertained by his fanclub was only due to the fact that he was on the phone. Looking none too pleased.

Seeing I was done with the girls, he stopped his sibling from continuing whatever he was saying. "I'll call you at lunch," he grumbled, before closing his cellphone and shutting it off.

"What's up?" I queried as we began heading towards the buildings.

"Do me a favor and don't ask," he growled back, shoving the phone into his backpack. I frowned. Sasuke rarely told me anything about himself willingly. Everything I knew about him I had learned from various sources, or thanks to my own wanderings and never tiring sense of adventure. Even someone like the teme couldn't hold me away for too long, but each bit of information had been obtained after long hours of struggle.

So I knew he'd never tell me what was wrong now. But his edginess was unusual. Or did he look uneasy? It was hard to tell, since his face rarely displayed anything but a stern, sometimes scornful, and otherwise emotionless mask which he never removed completely. But something had made him lose some of his control. Not much though. I mean, seriously, none of the fangirls had noticed the teme looked any different from his usual bastard self, and I doubted anyone else would. But my Sasuke-temper radar was presently humming at a low but steady rhythm. And he was less careful to hide his emotions with me, though it had taken him years to learn how to simply smirk. He hadn't been smiling back in the days. Not at all. Not after his parents had been murdered right before his eyes.

* * *

I stayed with Kiba and Shikamaru throughout most of the morning. Despite what most people thought (and continued to think), me and the teme weren't that close friends. I only used him as a ride. We didn't see each other during the day, except for sports. So I conceded in saying he was my driver and rival. He lived to make fun of me, while my personal goal was to prove to the rest of the world he wasn't the best guy in school. And it wasn't a complete disaster, either.

Sasuke usually hung out with the smart guys in school -save Shika, but he was too lazy to speak with the teme- like Neji or Gaara, while I stayed with people who didn't treat me as though I were a complete idiot. But today, I kept an eye on the teme, only to find him even quieter (if that was possible) than usual. Something fishy was up, I deduced. And with the teme, there was only one way to dig up answers.

Lunch came. I barely saw Sasuke slip out of the cafeteria, leaving his platter untouched. Ignoring my protesting belly, I left my food to Kiba's care -no doubt I'd never see it again- and followed the teme outside. Thankfully, there were enough people so that he wouldn't notice me, and once he got to the parking lot I crouched, guessing that one, he wanted to stay as far away from humans as possible, and two, I certainly was one person he did not want overhearing.

I hid behind a large pickup, thanking whoever ruled up there for making the teme stop on the other side of the vehicle.

"Itachi."

Careful not to make any noise, I crept around the truck, towards the side was closest to, listening.

"Can't they change the contract? I don't care if they're low on models in that section; I didn't sign up for-" He paused, and I waited, careful not to come into his view. I could see his feet, and saw that he was two feet away from the corner of the truck. He'd see me as soon as I'd get to my feet. Unless...

"I won't do it,"the younger Uchiha spat. "I don't care how great the occasion is, I'm not" -he turned away from my direction angrily and I leaped up and forward. One step- "posing for-" He heard me, and turned. Too late. I yanked the cell phone out of his stunned hand and darted off.

"Itachi, you've got one minute to give me all the crunchy details before he catches up with me," I told the older Uchiha as I raced down the parking lot.

"One minute? You're optimistic,"came the amused reply. God they had the same voice. It was too weird.

"I have a head start. Hurry up," I pleaded, looking behind me. Man, I was in so much trouble once he caught up with me.

"Sasuke's contract with Chidori Inc. includes the condition that he'll have to pose for gay magazines," Itachi informed me with an indifference that didn't suit the subject at all. I remembered freezing in my tracks was not a good idea when you had an Uchiha going on a killing rampage right behind you, and zoomed past several groups of students enjoying the noon sun. Some cheered at me; I was on the track team, after all. So was Sasuke, but it was immoral to cheer someone with murdering intents on campus. Although the teme was faster, he couldn't match my endurance. I could run full speed for a full hour on just about any terrain. He liked smooth, straight lines.

So of course I hurried off to the nearest staircase, all the while listening to Itachi's explanations. "I told him I had already signed. The occasion was too good to miss; and if he gets past his embarrassment, he'll make millions. It isn't porn, in any case. Just extensive hugging, I was told."

I gave him a strangled laugh as I stopped my ascension on the third floor. My legs were dangerously hot, and endurance meant nothing if he caught up. Luckily the teme hated steps twice as much as I did, though it did considerably increase his desire to tear me to pieces. I raced down the hall, nearly stopping as my History teacher, Iruka, suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Naruto, no running in the halls!" he roared.

I flinched, but ignored the order, pointing at the natural disaster that was chasing me.

"You're holding out pretty well," Itachi remarked.

"The teme hates stairs," I explained, slightly breathless. Turning right abruptly, I dived into a second staircase, skipping most steps as I went down. I could see Sasuke now, and knew I wouldn't last much longer. Still I grinned back at his furious glare, indicating him I had gathered what I wanted.

"By the way," Itachi said thoughtfully as I sped out of the building. "Sasuke will need a partner to pose with. I advised you."

This time my legs stopped listening to their survival instincts.

"WHAT?"

A split-second later, Sasuke slammed into me full force, bringing us both to the ground and retrieving his cellphone before I got back to my senses. "I'll kill you when I get home," he told his brother. "Is there a particular reason as to why the idiot just blew my eardrums apart?"

For a moment I could only hear our heavier-than-normal breathing. I looked away, not keen on seeing Sasuke's reaction to that particular bit of information. But as the silence persisted, I turned towards him again. I hadn't expected the teme to be smirking.

"You signed for him too, I suppose," he said, imitating his brother's tone perfectly. Although I didn't hear Itachi's answer, the spreading of the smirk on the teme's face was a good indication.

"I'll do it," Sasuke finally announced, to my -and probably Itachi's- utter astonishment. "When am I scheduled?"

I sprang to my feet. "I am not!" I shouted. "There is no way I'm posing for porn magazines-" I snarled as the bastard snapped his cellphone shut and tucked it back into his pocket, completely ignoring my antics.

"It isn't porn," he informed me dryly. "Itachi would never allow it. And neither of us are eighteen yet."

"So what do they want to shoot?" I asked sarcastically. "Kissing guys?" I knew I was beet red. Sasuke's cheeks were slightly colored as well, though most people wouldn't notice the minuscule increase of blood beneath his pale flesh.

"They won't force us to do anything," he told me quietly. "Itachi said he told them we were both...straight."

"And that doesn't bother them?"

"We won't be the first. Some straight models prefer to pose for gay magazines, to keep their sexual life away from public view even if they do porn."

"But they wouldn't pose with their girlfriends anyways, right?"

"Yes, but if they're posing with boys, said girlfriends can hardly become jealous."

"Oh. Right." That made sense. I paused, thoughtful. "Why did you agree?" My mouth could never remain still for too long.

He didn't answer immediately. Then the unholy smirk made its way back on his face. "Sometimes I need to pay a certain price to see you this red. But I assure you it's worth it."

"Bastard!" I cried, outraged. "This whole thing was a setup, admit it!"

He rolled his eyes. "As if I could convince Chidori to shoot us both for a specific group of magazines just to annoy you. Sadly I don't have this much power."

I grumbled, and headed back to the cafeteria. When I heard his footsteps behind me, a thought occurred to my mind. "I'll get paid, right?"

He chuckled. "Don't worry," he assured me. "By the end of this, you'll be able to buy yourself a car for each month of the year."

To be continued...Just so you know, reviews will make me update faster. They're really appreciated.