Hi there all. Here's my newest Fanfic for you; just something a bit lighthearted and easy; nothing too heavy in here! Thanks to all those that have reviewed; it's always a pleasure to hear from you.

First chapter's just a bit of an introduction, but the pairs are coming up, I promise!

Make sure to review if you want to see more; I need some motivation to finish this!

Warning: Contains Yaoi and eventual lemons

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

"Good fucking afternoon to you all!" Came the gravelly voice blasting out through the speakers all over campus.

"Hidan! We're not *bleep* meant to go on air before Sasori's ready with the *bleep* swear button, yeah!" came a different voice; aggressive.

"Well I don't *bleep* care, Deidara!" the gravelly voice retorted hotly, "See, he's *bleep* onto it now!"

"Deidara, you're as bad as Hidan," a third voice –much smoother and calmer than the other two, interrupted, "Afternoon Konoha! I'd just like to make an announcement; my co-hosts are idiots."

"We're not *bleep* idiots!"

"I'm Sasori, and this is Akatsuki Live."

Konoha University prided itself on many things. It had an outstanding arts programme, a high graduation rate, excellent GPA's and a reputation as one of the most prestigious Universities in the country. What it was most recognised for, however, was its sense of spirit.

For years, it had been regarded as a college for those who were trying to find their place in the world. It was a college filled with pride for who young people were and what they strove to become. It was kind of like its own little community in itself; a huge support structure with all manner of clubs, activities and events to foster friendship and a feeling of belonging.

Backing all of these events was the President of the Student Association; whose job it was to instil pride of the Uni into all its students, and to help make college days the best years of their lives.

His name, was Itachi Uchiha, and his most valuable resource available was the university media.

And that came in the form of the university magazine; Word on the Street, and its own radio station; Akatsuki Live. Word on the Street was responsible for the weekly gossip, what was hot and happening, high profile couples and the ins and outs of the lives of the lecturers; whereas Akatsuki Live, hosted by three often less-than-charming DJs offered amusement and entertainment in the afternoons and evenings.

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon, and the writers of Word on the Street were enjoying some down time as their boss; Itachi Uchiha; wandered in, chuckling at the arguments that Deidara and Hidan were currently engaged in on air.

"Afternoon everyone," he greeted with a dazzling Uchiha smile as a young man with a black bowl cut jogged past with a coffee; knees kicking up high, "Thanks Lee." Lee saluted immediately and continued with his distribution of coffee whilst at the same time having a decent workout. As he wandered over to his office, he caught sight of two young women immersed in what appeared to be an argument mid-yoga routine.

"Sakura, Ino, I could've sworn yoga was for dispelling negative energies," he remarked reproachfully, raising an eyebrow. Both of them turned to glare at him.

"But Itachi! Sakura thinks Darui is hotter than Omoi!" Ino complained hotly, "She published it in this week's issue even though we hadn't confirmed it!"

"Darui is hotter than Omoi," Itachi sighed heavily, "But Sakura, he's far too old for you –"

"…I was just saying that he shouldn't have been on the top ten hottest bachelors of Konoha University," Ino grumbled crossly.

"…I knew I shouldn't've let you two write that this time…" Itachi sighed heavily, rolling his eyes, "Every time either of you write it, you put my little brother as number one, and I really can't deal with his ego at home…"

"Yeah, Sakura, what happened to me?" Naruto suddenly bounced over, sitting on the desk and striking a pose, "I totally deserve to be on that list! Look at this body of steel!"

"You're dreaming, Uzumaki," Kiba smirked, bounding over and bodily shoving his friend off the desk and onto the floor, striking up his own pose against the wall, "I'm so much hotter than you; right ladies?"

"In your dreams, mutt," Ino snorted, sticking her nose in the air.

" –Anyways, why didn't Neji get a spot in that top ten?" Naruto commented from the floor, looking directly up at Neji's back, "I mean, would you look at the ass on him?" Neji immediately spun around, glaring down and then realising that he'd now given Naruto a much nicer view. Naruto just stuck his tongue out cheekily and ducked under the table as Neji hurled a stapler at his head.

"Careful Naruto, you're heading for a sexual harassment charge," Suigetsu chuckled, only to be hit in the back of the head by an aggressive redhead, "Ow! Karin! I'm not going to talk to you if you keep abusing me! Itachi, fire this mad woman already!"

Itachi just chuckled to himself, knocking on the window that his writers shared with the studio of Akatsuki Live. Hidan, Sasori and Deidara all looked up and he waved to them.

"Well, look here; our *bleep* dashingly handsome boss; Itachi Uchiha, has entered the building!" Hidan could be heard over the radio. Itachi just smirked and headed into his office. Sakura and Ino continued with their daily yoga as Hinata looked on, already starting the next week's assignment.

"Naruto, it's totally my turn to do the sports column," Kiba sighed heavily as Naruto dragged himself up from the floor, chuckling at Neji's mutinous look, "You did it last week."

"That's because the people like my sports columns more than yours," he sniffed with a grin, "And of course, we must give the people what they want…"

"No fair," Kiba snorted, cuffing Naruto over the head, "I shotgunned it last week when you stole it from me. I have an awesome interview with the Konoha Dragons rugby team this week!" Naruto's mouth dropped open.

"You did not get an interview with the Dragons," he exclaimed in disbelief, "I've been trying to get one with them since second year!"

"My sister just started dating a prop," Kiba grinned triumphantly, flicking his friend in the forehead, "…I got the interview; I get the sports column this week!" Naruto just pouted for a long moment before brightening again when he saw the large whiteboard that was tacked to one wall.

"Hey guys," he called out to the room, looking up at the clock, "…It's ten past one and the Temp hasn't shown up yet…" Everyone in the room looked up at the clock and burst out laughing.

"Maybe he's just…running late, like he was yesterday," Suigetsu sniggered.

" –And then didn't turn up…" Sakura laughed.

"What's that? Thirteen days before quitting?" Naruto chortled.

"That'd make a new record," Sakura admitted with a chuckle, quitting her yoga to head over to the whiteboard to examine it, "…But it's not official until Itachi announces it, remember? Technically the Temp's still hired."

"Yeah, well it better be fourteen days," Naruto grumbled, "…I totally bet like three coffees against Kiba on that…Speaking of bets…" He leapt up from his desk and rapped on the window, grabbing Hidan's attention. The platinum-haired man grinned evilly as he got the message.

"And now," Hidan's voice called through the speakers, " –We've got a little bet that we've had running for quite some *bleep* time now, ain't that right, Sasori?"

"That's right indeed," Sasori grinned.

"Guys…" Deidara inquired nervously as the writers in the room next door chuckled gleefully.

"Now, while the lovely Deidara hasn't been looking," Hidan drawled, "We've had a little bet going; and now we're revealing the results to our *bleep* listeners."

"So, a few weeks ago when Deidara was in class, we asked listeners to vote on what his number what; ie how many people they thought he'd been with," amusement trickled into Sasori's usually cold voice.

"WHAT?"

" –People, people," Hidan reminded them, "Remember; *bleep* Deidara here swings both ways!"

"You guys are *bleep* assholes, yeah!" Deidara snarled aggressively. Hidan looked over at the window where several of the writers were holding up pieces of paper with their guesses on it; written in blue for male; written in red for female.

"Ouch, Naruto reckons you've had no women and twenty *bleep* men?" Hidan remarked, finding Deidara incredibly flushed and miming death gestures at the other blonde. He rattled off a few more guesses which were a little more realistic before requesting that Sasori tell him the true values.

" –Three females; twelve males," Sasori remarked with a small grin, "And it appears that Karin has actually guessed properly? She must've cheated."

"I thought we were friends, Sasori, yeah," Deidara grumbled crossly, pouting as Hidan roared with laughter.

"I think someone's fucking leaning towards men," Hidan sniggered, Sasori not quite ready to bleep out his language, "Hey Sasori; I wonder how many of those dudes he topped for?"

"Not me," Sasori remarked casually.

"Neither," came Hidan's addition, to a rocket of laughter from the writers in the room next door and a stream of un-bleeped curses and insults from Deidara, "Oh come on, Dei; everyone knows you *bleep* love cock…"

"…I don't know if I'm meant to block out 'cock'," Sasori admitted.

"I DID NOT SLEEP WITH EITHER OF THESE TWO ASSHOLES!" Deidara snapped; only to be ignored.

"You let Deidara have 'asshole'," Hidan reminded him, "…Or well…at least, he lets everyone have his…" The elder man guffawed in laughter and there was a loud thunk over the radio as Hidan was bodily thrown from his seat.

"…Deidara just started dry-humping Hidan; we'll be right back," Sasori remarked in amusement.

"I AM NOT FUCKING DRY HUMPING HIM!" could be heard right before the radio station cut to music.

Hidan suddenly crawled out of the door that connected the studio to the office, with Deidara on his back, tearing at his hair. As soon as Deidara felt eyes on him, he froze, then slowly got up; got off his co-DJ and headed for the water cooler. Naruto sauntered over cheekily, leaning against the wall.

"So…Dei…you wanna go make out?" he inquired teasingly.

"Fucking bite me, yeah?" Deidara snapped back crossly, to which Naruto burst out laughing all over again, "Sasori, what's this shit you're playing?"

"Music!" Sasori hollered back, "Unlike that shit you play!"

"My music is true art!" Deidara growled, heading back over to the door that Hidan was leaning against, "It's an explosion of sound! Fleeting wonders! Absolutely beautiful!"

"Tacky and tasteless," Sasori sniffed, "Classics that will last forever; that's true art!"

"You guys are fucking dumb," Hidan snorted, "It's not about the music; it's about the fucking entertainment!" And with that, he grabbed Deidara's ass with both hands and gave him a good grope, "How's about we make that thirteen males?"

"You're an asshole," Deidara snapped, swatting Hidan's hands away, "Itachi! When are you going to take my sexual harassment claims seriously?"

"When they're about someone other than Hidan," Itachi's voice hollered back through the door.

"If he fucking rapes me…" Deidara muttered mutinously, heading back into the studio.

"You'll be fucking begging for it," Hidan chortled, to which there was a resounding slap, and the two of them appeared again in their studio; much to the amusement of Sasori.

The writers of Word on the Street began to settle down a little as Sasori's choice in music blared soothingly out through the loudspeakers.

Most of them had been working there together for two years, having been hired late first year or early second year. Everything had been pretty constant; Itachi had been President for four years now, and Hidan and Sasori had been DJs for nearly three. All that had really changed was the assistant editor position, AKA Word on the Street's 'supervisor'.

No one could handle it. It was too stressful, and the nine writers too mad to handle. Hence the lack of surprise at another 'Temp' as they called them, not showing up. Not showing up two days in a row meant that a resignation was soon to follow, and this was usually within a month of the Temp starting. Thirteen days was a new record for them, however.

"Seriously, Suigetsu, could you actually do some work?" Karin complained crossly, spinning on her swivel chair to observe the white-haired boy joining Naruto and Kiba in pulling faces at Deidara through the window, "And quit annoying Deidara!"

"Oh shut it, Karin," Suigetsu rolled his eyes, pausing in his torment, "What? Got a wee crush on Deidara, do we? Want to be his number four?"

"Bet she's one of the three," Naruto teased, "That's how she knew his number."

"That's shit and you know it," Karin snapped, "Sasuke's the only one for me," she added, her voice turning dreamy and making Suigetsu mime gagging.

"Sasuke fucking Uchiha?" he snorted, "Whoop de doo. What's so special about that guy?" Instantly, he was rounded on by not only Karin, but Sakura and Ino.

"He is the hottest bachelor at Konoha University," Sakura immediately stated.

" –Ranked top in his class –"

" –Represents the University for football, judo and basketball…"

"And the way he just says your name…"

All three girls swooned as Suigetsu, Kiba and Naruto mimed gagging.

"You girls are gross," Naruto snorted, wrinkling his nose.

"You're gross," Karin sniffed, and they were all about to launch into a new argument when there was a knock on the door.

"…Who is that?" Karin inquired immediately in a very interested voice, adjusting her glasses a little better, "The future father of my children?"

" –More like a new delivery guy," Neji snorted snobbily as the man entered the room. He was dressed in the typical black and red uniform of the delivery company they used, and he was completely blue.

"Hey there, hot stuff," Naruto remarked, sliding over the table smoothly and winking charmingly at the incredibly muscly newcomer.

"Naruto Uzumaki, right?" he inquired, "I'd heard you're quite the joker."

"Something of the sort," Naruto chuckled, leaping off the desk, "So, who the fuck are you and what've you got for us?" He was surprised when the man merely laughed at his phrasing.

"Kisame Hoshigaki," he replied in his gruff tone, "I've got a delivery for your boss."

"He's in his office," Neji offered, before Naruto had any time to say anything startling, "I warn you, Hidan may flash you on your way over if he sees you."

"I'm sure it'd be an honour," Kisame chuckled, and true to his word, when he walked past the window, Hidan immediately leapt up and whipped his cock out for a few seconds before sitting back down. Kisame merely bowed mockingly and knocked on Itachi's door –leaving Hidan to get hit in the face by Deidara.

"He's kinda hot," Karin remarked casually.

"…If you're into the whole blue thing…" Sakura rolled her eyes, "Come on, I'll shout you a coffee if you let me have the teacher gossip column this week?"

That was what made Word on the Street so unique; not just because there were such interesting and diverse people writing the columns, but because who was writing each column changed practically every week. Itachi let them fight it out over their favourites, and they tried to bribe each other for the good ones.

That was how it had always been. They would come and go as they pleased, depending on when they had classes. Kiba and Naruto would always argue over Sports. The girls would always squabble over who got to write about the latest gossip and give advice. Neji and Hinata would graciously agree to most things, and Lee was not under any circumstances allowed to write about love. It included far too much usage of the word 'youthful'.

And so, finally, at around two o'clock that Tuesday afternoon, they settled down to do some actual work; enjoying the stories and fights of the Akatsuki Live DJs.

Little did they know, that the delivery guy wasn't all that was about to change.