The Bellboy

The Bellboy
Chapter 2 Gig
Beta'd by caidanu

He was exhausted.

He was utterly exhausted from all the stairs he was forced to walk up. Apparently, the raven had call the guy at the front desk and told on him. Naruto bit his lips as another phone call came, the front desk guy waved to him. He sighed as he walked over, avoiding random people, ducking under a man who passed by carrying a long bag. Naruto stood in front of the desk manager.


“What does he want now?” He sounded exhausted. The bastard was making ridiculous orders, like for example, an extra towel or Naruto's favorite one so far 'How do I work the TV?' The bastard even requested for Naruto to use the stairs and not the elevator. Which in Naruto's mind was plain stupid.


“He wants a coke.” His manager replied.


“Ahhhggrr.” Naruto let out a growl of frustration. He was going to have to walk up three hundred and twenty steps just to bring this guy a drink. “Can you send someone else; my feet are starting to hurt.”


“Sorry, Uzumaki. But he requested you and only you to deliver anything he wants.” The male shrugged, he had his hands tied behind his back and he couldn't help the blond even if he wanted too.


“I’ve done it ten times already! Please…send someone else.” Naruto half begged.


“Uzumaki! Why aren't you up those stairs?” The head manager came out screaming. The ponytailed male stood behind the desk, Naruto could hear his foot tapping loudly. The man moved to the side when a female maid squeezed through and reached out to set the coke on the front desk, she turned around and went back to the kitchen. He pushed the coke towards the blond. “Here it is.”


Naruto gave him a look.


“Don't give me that look, now. I already told you not to piss off the costumer. And what did you do?”


Naruto looked down. “Pissed off a costumer.”


“Now-” His boss pressed.


“I'm paying the consequences.”


The head manager gave Naruto a flat look, he hated when the blond would finish his sentence. “That's right... Naruto.”


Naruto grabbed the can soda. “Go give the bastard his coke, I got it, I got it.”


“Naruto!”


“Treat the costumer like a king, I know, I know.” Naruto held up and hand, he flicked his wrist a couple of times as he walked towards the elevators. He looked back to see the head manager watch him closely. Damn. Naruto sighed and went to the door marked staircase. Naruto walked up the three hundred and twenty steps and he could see the door up ahead. Opening the door and stepping out, he panted a little as he looked down both sides of the hallway. He grunted as he moved along the hallway.


He never hated any number until now, his eyes narrowed as he saw 1890. The number mocked him the same as the bastard did. He stood in front of the door as he raised the can of coke and tilted his head to the side. He bit his tongue and glanced back to the peep hole, he quickly moved to the side just incase the bastard was watching him. He took the coke in both hands and shook the can, making sure the suds will come bursting through once it was opened. Naruto stepped back into place; he smiled and knocked on the door.


The door opened, Sasuke stood there in nothing but a towel, it was the same one that Naruto brought to him. Naruto forced himself to not look up at the well toned muscles and instead looked into the devils eyes. Yes, Naruto thought. Sasuke to be the devil in human form. He handed the bastard his coke.


Sasuke didn't even make a move to grab the drink. His black eyes were glued to the can. Finally he reached out for the can. He watched as the bellboy turned to walk away. “I requested a cold drink, not for a piss warm drink.” He sneered. “Go get me a fresh cold one.”


Naruto turned back around, he clicked his tongue against his roof of his mouth. He forced a small on his face. “No problem.” He took the drink and noted that it was in fact cold. “I'm sorry but this drink IS cold.” He grunted out as he lightly squeezed the can.


The raven smirked. “Not cold enough for me to drink; now go get me a new one. And do hurry back with it.”


Naruto's jaw line hardened. He elected to just nod and turned away. He was down the hallway when he heard a slamming of a door. He sighed and tugged on the door that led to the stairway. He stopped as he heard the door shut and looked down the endless staircase. He took one step and sat down. He dropped the can in front of him and pulled the tab, suds overflowed the top, ran down the sides of the can and onto his hands.


“Crap!” He yelled, his voice echoed down the stairs. He dropped the can to his lips, sucking in the suds, nothing but foam filled his mouth. Naruto tilted his wrist to see what time it was. “Fuck. I'm going to be late to my next job. Thanks bastard!” He raised his drink and then took a sip. Naruto got up and started walking down the stairs, sipping his drink as he went down.


He opened the door to the lobby, a crushed can in his hand, and walked up to the front desk. “Iruka!” The blond called out. He waited until he saw the head manager. “I'm heading out. Oh by the way the bastard wants a cold drink, so you have no choice but to send someone else.” He laid the crushed coke down on the front desk, smiled, and walked to the dressing room. He pushed the door open and took off his square hat as he went to his locker. He dug through his pocket to retrieve a small golden key.


He took the pad lock in his hand and inserted the key, opening his locker. He rustled through his black duffle bag and grabbed a pair of pants and a sky blue shirt. He undressed his work clothes and stuffed them into the bag as he tugged on his faded jeans and shirt. Naruto grabbed the strap and pulled it over his shoulder. He grabbed a beret hat that was hanging off a hook and flipped the cap around as he put it on. He strode from the dressing room, walked passed the front desk and then towards the entrance.

'Rock On'

“Three hundred dollar's for room service!”

“What the hell did you do, Sasuke?” The raven was sitting on a loveseat, ignoring his band mates and manager. “Just pay it and mind your own business.” Sasuke shifted back into the seat, laying his head against the stuffed head rest. His hand came up to rub at his eyes. “When’s the next gig?”


“Four hours from now.” Shikamaru said as he glanced at the time clock on the wall.


“You guys should go get ready.” Sasuke replied.


“Alright! Let's do this!” Kiba jumped up and yelled excitedly.


(Six Hours Later)


Sasuke was covered in warm sweat, so was the rest of his band. They had just gotten finished playing for the night. Sasuke walked off the stage after they had just finished their show with their number one hit ‘In The Mouth.’ It had sold a million copies within the first week. Sasuke took a drink from some working guy that was handing them out, there was no way was he going to pass the chance for a drink of water.


He was dead tired as he and the rest of the band headed to their dressing rooms. Sasuke was the first one in and he went straight for the couch to lie down. He stretched out and placed the cold plastic water bottle on his head. He folded an arm next to his head and was resting against the couch's back cushion. The other band members took a seat around him; Kiba was drumming his sticks on his thighs while Gaara was standing his electric guitar up against a corner wall.


Shikamaru was pushed to the side as Neji walked towards a round tub filled with ice. He dug through the ice and grabbed a drink. He went to the back room and went to undress out of his concert clothes and into his regular clothes.


“Hey, Uchiha! We have a couple of ladies that want to meet us...” Kiba said as he opened the door to see the females.


“No!” Was Sasuke response. “I want to go back to the hotel.” Kiba looked sad as he shut the door.


Shikamaru snorted. “Why? You miss the blond bellboy that much?”


“Shika, what do you know?” Kiba asked as he inched closer to Shikamaru.


Shikamaru shrugged innocently as Sasuke glared daggers at him. “I kept on seeing the blond bellboy walking towards Sasuke's room.”


“So that's why his room service bill was three hundred bucks. Sasuke couldn't get enough of him. Hahahahaha.” Kiba laughed.


“It's not like that. He pissed me off, so I'm torturing him.” Sasuke sat up and set the bottle of water on the ground.


“Sasuke's in love!” Kiba half said in amusement and the other half in shock.


“For once I think your right.” Neji commented as he came back with his regular clothes on. “Look! His blushing.”


“Shut up, all of you.” Sasuke stood and walked into the back room for his chance to get undressed and into comfortable clothes.


“Uchiha Sasuke in love...wow!” Kiba chuckled.


“Kiba...I think it's true…” Shikamaru said as he went to sit on the couch where Sasuke had been.


“No way in hell. That cold dick only loves himself. It's a joke...it can't be true.” Kiba argued.


“Why can't it be?” Neji asked as he too went to the couch.


Kiba stared dumbly at the group. “It's Sasuke... You know; the guy that always has a mic shoved up his ass all the time. He just can't pull it out and be all nice. It's Sasuke, dammit.”


“Whatever Kiba. Just don't tell Uchiha what you said.” Neji said as their manager came in.


“Ready to head back to the hotel?” Their manager asked as he cracked his knuckles.


“Man that is so gross.” Kiba stated as he shook his head.


“Yeah, seriously don't do that again.” Shikamaru got off the couch and went to go get his stuff.


The manager looked at his band. “What?”

'Rock On'

“He's still not here?” Sasuke asked.


“I'm sorry Mr. Uchiha. But he won't be here until morning.”


Sasuke hung up the phone. He stood up from his bed and walked over to the mini bar, which was filled with liquor.


One bottle won't hurt him...


...soon that one bottle turned into many.


TBC
a/n the necklace is Sasuke's. Naruto took it from his bag. I didn't change much...the manager was named Mike I changed it so that Iruka's the manager.