A/N: Hello to those of you kind enough to click on this story and give it a try. As a thank you, I send these chocolate frogs to you. :)

If you have any questions or noticed a mistake, please PM me. I'll get to you and change it.

Also, this is a SasuNaru yaoi story. Which means, Sasuke is seme. If you have any problems with that, I'll leave the 'BACK' button open for you.

Now that everything's out of the way, go ahead, read your hearts out.

Full Summery:

The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.

Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?

Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru

Happy Reading! ^.^

Oh, and before I forget, Gaara?

Disclaimer:

Gaara: BlackhawkIris doesn't fucking own Naruto. She's do wimpy to do something that awesome.

BHIris: Hey, take that back! I am not wimpy!

Gaara: -rolls eyes- Right. Not at all wimpy -cough- Iris, you only injure yourself and others around you during any sporting event.

BHIris: I do not!

Naruto: Yah you do! I remember, you hit me in the face with your racket during batmitten-

Gaara: -And managed to hit your foot when you dropped it too.

BHIris: Hey, leave me alone. I'm going to go cry in a corner.

Deidara: It's ok, Itachi picks on me too.

BHIris: -glare- Thanks so fucking much. That makes me feel so much better.

Chapter One

A streak of orange was barely visible as the rider turned a sharp corner around the street bend. In fact, nothing was out of the usual. Nobody noticed anything, because everything was as it seemed. It was a normal Monday morning. Panic was ensured as people rushed between the transitions of the blessed weekend to another yet another work day.

Panic, of course, was not at all a known feeling to the said person who had indeed noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Sasuke Uchiha leaned against his silk-cushioned chair, pale hands linked as his elbows rested upon the table in front of him. His chin sat gently on those polished fingers—pruned to the glory of the millionaire son himself.

Turning his head swiftly from the large glass window, his critical dark gaze rested none so lightly upon the poor waitress who had the luck (or misfortune) of serving his breakfast this bright, cheerful morning. His eyes never lifted from her quivering frame as she scuttled about doing her best to not look like a complete failure in front of the Sasuke Uchiha. However, he didn't miss the tiniest twitch or shake of her hands as she set his polished silverware on the white tablecloth. Finally when everything was set as perfect as could be (though, Sasuke personally thought that spoon was a bit crooked—but, no one was after all as perfect as he was), he silently dismissed her with a slight nod of the head. Flushed that the Uchiha heir had actually acknowledged her, the ditzy girl turned an unattractive red as she tripped out of the room.

With divine grace (which had obviously been drilled into him at a young age), the silent raven began to eat his meal alone in the brightly lit room. Upon finishing, the sleek, black mobile next to the diner buzzed slightly. There was no change in his facial expression as he flicked the phone open and held it a ways away from his delicate ear.

"Hyuuga."

There was a quiet tinkling of laughter through the phone before a smooth voice began with precise articulation.

"Ah, Sasuke. Charming as always. You do know school starts in fifteen minutes."

"And you know as well as I do, I never show up on time."

"Of course. Fugaku's son gets special privileges."

Midnight eyes rolled as the smallest hint of a smirk touched the otherwise impassive face.

"If memory does me well, as I assure you it does, I remember a certain Neji Hyuuga never arrives in class on time either. I do detest hypocrites."

Laughter sounded again through the phone.

"As do I. It seems we agree on one thing for once."

"School is completely meaningless to us anyways. Why did you call?"

"Publicity does sprout some meaningless ideals. Are you free at the moment then? Nara called earlier to say that the four of us are to meet at his house today. He's the closest to Konoha Elite anyways. He told me to pass the thought to you."

Sasuke snorted softly, as not to attract any unwanted attention from the probable maid currently stationed outside his private dining room.

"Right. More like he didn't want to waste energy making an extra call. Have you already called Gaara?"

"Already done. I have to go. See you in ten minutes. Hanabi is calling again. This better not be anything like the last time she—"

Whatever Hanabi did the last time was not heard, since Sasuke cut the line as soon as he heard the door of his private room ease open.

The devil's incarnation (with horns included in Sasuke's wild imagination) stepped with gliding confidence into the secluded dining room.

Glaring through hooded eyes, Sasuke managed to look somewhat relaxed under the suffocating circumstances.

"Itachi."

The directed threat named Itachi smiled pleasantly, though to Sasuke he looked more like a devil planning a wicked scheme. Itachi Uchiha was the eldest son of Fugaku Uchiha of the Uchiha Corporation. However, Itachi had been caught in less than modest poses with all his friends by his said father and was consequently demoted from the line as heir. He had been a hair away from being disowned from the Uchiha home altogether, but the bad publicity that such a trial would have brought did not go amiss by Fugaku. So, Itachi remained and the evidence of everything was covered up from the media. Itachi, glad to be relieved of the harsh duties continued his activities in secret away from his father. He did not try hard to cover his tracks when his father was away. Sasuke had run in numerous times to find his brother and a random stranger in compromising positions. That had probably scarred him for life above anything else.

"Dear me, is that how you should speak to your poor nii-san? What would Father say about that tone of voice?"

The elder of the two brothers clucked his tongue mockingly at the younger, much more furious one. Itachi was a devil, no matter how amazing, handsome or even…-shudder- sexy all the magazines portrayed him as. Sasuke knew it all.

Yes, Sasuke had very bad memories of his dear nii-san. For one, his eyes were no longer virgin due to somewhat unfortunate circumstances and rather bad timing. The results were never satisfying for the younger Uchiha, but putting up with it was one of those skills he had obtained as a member of the Uchiha house. Another was the façade of indifference which he could never fully complete when he was alone with the other. Seeing his elder brother's smirking face always made Sasuke want to blow his top to oblivion. Never to have been achieved, he reluctantly admitted to imagining sticking knives into the elder with satisfying results.

"Of course, Itachi-nii-san. What is it you seem to need, barging into my private room like the drunken bastard you are?"

"If I'm drunk, you're in a dead faint. And as an answer to your question, Father wants to speak with you before you leave for school, otouto. You know, he doesn't like to be kept waiting." With a parting smirk and insult, Itachi merrily waltzed out of the younger Uchiha's room, knowing full well what state he had induced his poor brother into.

Anger rising at an alarming rate, Sasuke tried to calm down through the few breathing techniques that his anger-management counselors had trained him to do. Itachi made up about 99% of the reasons why he was put in counseling in the first place. Of course, the techniques did nothing to help; so there went $2,000 flushed from the Uchiha bank for no reason.

Suddenly remembering the gathering at Shikamaru's house, he quickly stood and grabbed the already pressed and ironed Konoha Elite jacket from the hanger by the door. Remembering his brother's message (without dwelling much on Itachi himself…thank goodness), Sasuke set out for the meeting with his dear otousan, which the raven was positive would not end well.

Finally reaching the final bend of spirally staircases that covered the Uchiha mansion, Sasuke straightened his tie and tried to roughly comb his hair into less than its usual messy position. Realizing this only resulted in a much messier hairstyle, he quickly gave up on looking presented for his father. After all, there was always something out of place on the young Uchiha that made his father frown upon.

Walking into the family dining room, he could see Fugaku seated unmoving, his deep-set eyes sternly watching his approaching son. Fugaku Uchiha was not at all a bad-looking man for age 40. In fact, he was what some older women would say 'classic looker'. Hair as dark as ink curled around his ears and tickled his shoulders. Though the length was not even close to his elder son Itachi, they both gave off the same aura of cold power amongst their fellow correspondents. Sasuke also gave the same feel, yet his was slightly warmer, not yet minted with age.

Before the man even spoke, Sasuke had the inkling that this would be bad news. After all, the only news his father ever gave him was bad news. What could he have done now?

Pursing his lips, Fugaku stared coldly for a moment, assessing his younger heir's profile. Though it was painfully clear that Sasuke had not met the inner requirements of the older Uchiha, the man gave no input. This made Sasuke even wearier at what his father had to say.

"Father, you called?"

"Yes, Sasuke. I have a bit of information to share with you concerning school."

He paused, as if waiting for Sasuke to object. When nothing was said, he continued.

"You need to find a suitable wife this school year, as you will need one to become the business orchestrator of the Uchiha Corporation next year. We will schedule the marriage business afterwards. Since this is your last year in high school, I assume this will be no problem." Cold, icy and to the point.

"Of course F—"

Sasuke stopped dead in mid-phrase. Did his father just say what he heard? No, he must have heard wrong. He looked into Fugaku's dead eyes for some shed of light. Nothing.

"Is there a problem, Sasuke?"

The young heir turned his head back down and bowed while clenching his fists. Biting on his tongue he let out a strangled, "Of course not. I will do as you say, Father," But unable to help himself, he added in a deadly voice, "Mother would have never done this to me as you have."

Fugaku's eyes froze as he digested what his son had said before forcing a calm voice.

"Mikoto is no longer here. I am. And you are the heir to the Uchiha Corporations. You will do as I say. I am leaving for a month-long conference. When I return, we will discuss your progress."

Biding his father a less than friendly stare, Sasuke walked out with as much dignity he could hold onto while shaking with barely suppressed anger. Turning his head slightly, he could see a few maids peeking at him from behind the dressing room door. Before he could react, they had already giggled and resumed back out of his sight. Thank fucking god.

Stalking to his glossy, black Porsche; Sasuke angrily unlocked his car, before forcefully pulling the front door open. Barely able to contain his anger, the raven stuck the ignition in as the car roared to life. Weaving between the different colored cars in the vast garage, he quickly sped out of the unlocked gate that stood between the Uchiha mansion and the rest of the world. Fumbling at the knobs of the radio, he turned the music to soothing classical as he slowly calmed down. The effect drained him as he thought of what his father had said with easing dread.

Wife. Marriage. How could his father expect something like this of him? Itachi had been rejected, so now he had to take the place? This wasn't fair! Again, the temperature in the car rose as quickly as it had fallen only moments before. Everywhere felt stuffy and Sasuke's head felt light. Feeling the sudden urge to hit something, anything, he quickly realized he wasn't thinking with a clear head. Better to wait to hear what his friends would say.

Yes, Sasuke Uchiha, the master of indifference would stay calm until then.