The Date

A.N Been a while huh and I return with a two shot... to apologize for the absence of a new chapter for Closer, I have re-written chap 3 a few times and I will post it this week, promise. Well enjoy this small story hope you like it...

Oh yeah, sorry for the murky-ness... warning. bitchy Sasuke...

Also please review. o(^_^)o

A.N: Heya guys, decided to brush off some of the murky-ness in this story, tried to make a little bit more sense of it. Hope it worked. If you have time check it out. Will add the second part within the next 2 days.

 

Sasuke

could tell today was going to be a real pain. Waking up in the morning was a huge bother on normal days but having to deal with Sakura this early and for so long was really going to challenge his patience. Having to turn her from ‘the pink irritating pain-in-the-ass tadpole’ into ‘the pink irritating pain in the ass frog’ was going to take more than magic skills on his part.

At least today was not supposed to be as frustrating as before since she had got another poor soul to suck life from. The guy was supposed to be the legendary ‘real catch’ or ‘prince charming’ or whatever the term was...  (If only there were someone that could fish Sakura out of his life that easily... but one could only hope.)



The sound of the lift reminded him to mellow the murderous look on his face, at least while he passed the goons flanking the penthouse door. He could take them without breaking a sweat of course but it really was too troublesome.





As he entered the penthouse he tried to take in the luxurious modern design before he was assaulted by the green hurricane...

“Hello Sasuke how have you been? It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

Ah, too late. “Hn, two days.”

“Indeed so, it’s so wonderful to see you on this beautiful morning! It fills my heart with joy to think of the new and exciting experiences we will have today. ”

 

He said exciting experiences? God this guy is definitely on Red Bull O. D. Why doesn’t he grow wings and fly off the roof or something?

“How are you on this glorious morning?”

“Where's Sakura?”

“Oh Miss Haruno is in her chambers getting ready, she will join us shortly. ”

“Hn, I’ll have coffee. ”

“Oh... yes, certainly! It will only take a moment. How do you take it? With milk, cream, sugar?

“Sasuke likes his coffee black, he’s feeding his bitter personality with it. ”

“And you are adding to your wrinkles and flab. That’s why you can’t lose those last few pounds! You’re growing them with the milk and sugar you ingest with your beloved ‘tea’. ”

“My, my, you are exceptionally hateful today Sasuke-kun. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”





The man’s eye twitched at the sound of the honorary added to his name, especially coming from Sakura, it evoked awful memories filled with distressing calls and more than ridiculous flirting on her part as well as horrible nightmares and of course insomnia.

It’s never pleasant to be stalked on by your own boss (as well as the most valuable model of your dad’s fashion company) so as a result of the experience he swore to never get involved with anyone in the entertainment business or any family related business for that matter. Things get so messed up in relationships and if your work is as stressed as your private life then you would definitely collapse under the pressure and who wants that.

Sakura was not the kind of woman that could easily be pushed away since she was truly a strong and talented person, quite determinate at times, but he kept doing it nonetheless; she would never be anything more than work for him. Although she was kind, a good friend and a real good lady, deep down, VERY deep down, she was only too obsessed with being loved.

And being loved was one of the reasons for his presence at the star's 'crib' that day. He would have to tend to her wardrobe, make up and hair, for the award show she was going to in the evening. Along with her new conquest, a film producer of some kind, which was supposed, she said, to be one of the best, quite doubtful in his opinion though since he had never met or heard about the guy before even though his portfolio would show a of iconic names in the film industry. Either way, this guy was about to set him free of the singer’s obsession or the memory of it so he was definitely rooting for this relationship.

Never the one to waste time Sasuke opened his make-up kit and handed the designer dress to the pink haired woman that entered the room carrying his coffee. She looked quite pleased at the sight of it, hell she looked about to take flight from excitement. There wouldn't be anyone else as well dressed as her that night, he had bet on it when choosing this particular dress. It had taken him a couple of weeks but with help from his connections and a few good weeks of planning ahead of everyone else, Sasuke had been eventually shown this creation, in very exclusive fashion of course, only the best to impress an Uchiha. Nothing new though it had only been his expertise the fact that helped make and keep Sakura in the tops as one of the most well dressed stars in the World.



It was a gorgeous dress, the young woman thought, she could feel this choice as a gift and it really touched her. Trust Sasuke to come up with the best dress of the month. Of course he had to have chosen it from a large range of designs but it couldn't have been more perfect if it had been tailored especially for her. All her past fawning over him aside, the singer really thought of the black eyed stylist as a good friend.

She could see it from their first meeting... sadly there was no chemistry between them, at least not for the dark haired man. He was perfectly unfazed by her fame or family, his own even more famous. His eyes had not lingered on her features or searched into her own. His hand had been firm and formal when they signed their contract. And in the years that followed, when he became even more well known due to his brilliant skill, and only after resigning to be in a platonic relationship with the man it became easier for her to take a step back and observe just how normal it was for him to never get involved emotionally with anyone, not just herself. He never dated any of the models he worked with and never the singers or actors. The stylist was always the one to notice every detail but his gaze only focused on the job and not the person, his focus went though everyone equally never set on the particular, on the personal level. His mind always alert and focused, though his heart never present. Oh, you could feel his heart in his work but never about an individual in particular never attracted by or enjoying anyone, never her, never...





Tonight though, he was going to make her shine, more than any woman on stage, or in the audience. And when she would sing it would not be for what it had been but for what it would be, for the handsome man that had entered her life with a joke and a toothy smile.

He had saved his friend from being mauled because of bumping into her and making her drop her triple chocolate ice cream cone, not even apologizing for his stupidity. She was about to teach the rude long haired jerk a lesson but then his friend came forward and cracked a joke about the guy's long girly hair blocking his eyesight, which didn't seem to please the man but definitely made Sakura giggle and forget all about the ice cream.

The blond was beautiful and charming, and completely ignoring his friend who with a sour look on his face rolled his eyes at the giggling pair before him... not that Sakura cared damn it! God the girly jerk even smirked at her flirting with the blond which reminded her an awful lot of Sasuke so her dislike of him took greater proportions.





But Neji, the name that Lee uttered behind her with a breathless whisper, just smiled again stealing her heart and mind. There was no way to let him go. Thus the blond was invited to the Grammy Award Ceremony as her date. It was looking very good this year for her, one or possibly 2 awards awaited her at the show and for being such a good girl she would definitely be awarded a prize after the party. I mean, who wouldn't reward such a great singer? Santa had come quite early this year.





The look on the star’s face was starting to creep Sasuke out. If he was right about her train of thought, and he suspected he was, then this guy tonight better watch his back or who knows what might happen to it. Well, not that he cared anyway.

He motioned for the woman to sit on the chair he set up for her and focused on the job at hand. As he touched her hair his blood pressure started rising. It was so hard to get women to do what they were told to do and also do it properly.

“You have not washed your hair like I told you to! Do you really want to look like a scarecrow? I’d rather make you look like a broom; they’re much more useful in every day life. Why do you never listen?”

“Argh, Sasuke! Quit being such an annoying bitch about every little thing. Normal people cannot do things in your OCD way. It's just not possible. If you don't like how it's done then do it yourself. You go on and on about every little thing. You know what you need? A good fuck, it'll relieve your tension and probably make you act like a normal guy for a change."

The man’s eye twitched dangerously as he tried to turn his boiling anger down to a simmer: "Sakura, stop talking or I'll give you a Mohawk!"

Her teeth clanked as her mouth closed killing the snide remark on her lips. That hairdo would never work for her and her stylist was just the kind of bastard that would keep his word.







Six hours later and Sakura had been washed, dressed, her hair had been done and the make-up was on, she was all radiant and happy, ready for her date, or the Awards Ceremony.

Sasuke, on the other hand was exhausted and his mood darker than ever. He was systematically arranging his make up kit and styling tools into his case when the doorbell rang, provoking a bigger scowl to darken his face. He'd hoped he would be out of the building by the time the singer's date got here. This Neji guy was of no interest to him and he really didn't feel the urge to make friendly with anyone after his day. Therefore as Sakura practically flew towards the door in order to let the person in, he wanted to make sure to get his things in order as soon as possible so his movements sped up.

 He could hear the greetings exchanged and by the sound of the woman's voice, Sasuke could tell she was in Predator mode. The voice that replied to her irritating giggles was low and throaty and the laugh that followed was guttural and sexy. When the pair moved towards the stylist, the singer most likely intent on introducing her date to him, Sasuke had no choice but to lift his head and observe the pair.





Two things happened next: Sasuke forgot to breathe and his ceramic curling wand was dropped on the floor shattering all over his designer shoes. Not that he noticed any of it.

A few seconds passed before he realized that he needed to remember how to oxygenate his body so he tried to focus enough thought in his numbed brain as to fulfill the vital action... right, you first have to exhale the air that was trapped in your lungs so you open your mouth slightly and breathe out he forced the air out though his mouth, easy now you have to inhale, this is done by sucking air into your mouth, he opened his lips and drew air in then lungs he felt the air fill his ribcage and suddenly his head was not as frozen anymore right simple enough, now repeat.

The dark haired man tried to regulate his breath in order to not hyperventilate. Stop acting like this Sasuke his mind supplied you are looking like a love stricken girl right now, wait what? Right, school your features, don't behave like an idiot.

He saw the man's lips moving and it took him a moment to register that he was addressed to and that he had to therefore reply, though since his mind had left him the moment he gazed upon the man, all he could do without sounding like a moron was to answer as neutral as possible.

"Hn"

The person looked at him a bit puzzled but with something like amusement in his eyes.

"Hello Sasuke, it's very nice to meet you, Sakura tells me you're her personal stylist", the man replied and smiled.





Sasuke allowed himself a moment to asses the man in front of him, now that his initial shock had receded a bit. He was being looked at by the most intriguing pair of eyes he's ever seen, startlingly blue surrounded by thick curling lashes, dark at the lash line and glided at the tips. Well designed nose, beautiful shaped mouth with enticing full lips and an assured charming smile, assertive cheekbones which brought him back to those eyes; they hadn't wavered from his face. All in all it was the most marvelous array of features Sasuke had ever seen.

He felt like stammering but somehow managed not to as he uttered: "Stop smiling like that you idiot and introduce yourself."





The change on the man's face was quick and definite. The smile died on his lips and the light in his eyes faded away. All Sasuke was left with was a reserved look that made his heart squeeze painfully in his chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Look what you have done. His beautiful smile is gone. Stupid Sasuke, hanging around with Sakura has been making you kill extra brain cells, stick with her and you'll turn even stupider.

Sakura was watching her dark haired friend with increasing dread. The stylist looked at Neji, her Neji, with a lost look on his face, she was most certain that Sasuke was not aware of himself. Her instinct was telling her to pull her date out of the room, fly to the other end of the world and lock him up into a secret bunker. All she was able to do though was to become increasingly fascinated with watching how the man she had loved for many years was falling in love with the man she felt she could love at present.

The stylist's dark deep black eyes kept gazing at Neji's face with something akin to awe, most definitely admiring his beautiful golden hair, blue sky coloured eyes and sensual mouth all set at the top of a well built 6 ft2 frame with flawless sun kissed skin. Sasuke looked like he was literally melting on the inside all the while growing absolutely lost to the world.





The blond man on the other hand looked quite aloof watching the other with indulgent amusement. Although his features did not betray anything Sakura could tell his interest had been stirred. This had to be stopped.

"And so we are to be going Neji the ceremony is going to start soon, we should not be late. Well... see you later Sasuke, thank you for all your hard work." She knew better than to think Sasuke bought any of the words but Neji was not so well informed on her real self and she did want to make a good impression.





At last the Uchiha managed to un-glue his eyes from the blond and turned his attention onto her.  "You are welcome Miss Haruno, as always.

“Right back atcha' you wench, thought Sasuke, he was not called a genius for nothing. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was very interested in this blond guy. He'd become fascinated by this man so different from everyone and anyone he had ever seen before, of either sex, and something inside him stirred, something that could be labelled as ‘want’. For the first time in his life he felt like he wanted, like he craved someone’s attention, yes, for the first time and it could nearly scare him.

But this man seemed to look right though him, unfocused and not taking notice. It was disorientating to feel unnoticed, forgotten. So he felt this sudden urge to mess them up, to make them not leave the building, at least not together. He wanted this Neji to stay. With him!

Sasuke had to take another moment to remember this blue eyed person's full name. So it was Neji Honda... Hyundai?!  no wait! Neji Hyuuga. A well famous producer of sorts, most likely Sakura was about to land a role or something. Back to the blond, from what the Uchiha knew about the Hyuuga clan, they were all dark haired men with light coloured eyes. Neji was the first blond Hyuuga by what he could tell, probably a 'failure' in the eyes of his clan or something stupid like that. Therefore a reason to not be talked about or even recognized as part of the family, maybe?

The aforementioned blond moved to look towards the green eyed singer which he was supposed to escort that evening. "Listen Sakura, before we go, I have something important to tell you. It's quite a delicate matter so we should take this into another room..." just then the man's phone rang...

"Oh, please excuse me."

"..."

"Yes Kiba, I can't talk right now."

"..."

"Yes the date."

"..."

"And you're a dog in heat. Drop dead mutt!" he abruptly ended the call and smiled apologetically at the both of them. "Now Sakura, shall we?" he moved close to the woman and gently touched her arm with his right hand, guiding her towards what he presumed it was her bedroom.





A wild thought crossed Sakura's mind causing her to panic at the prospect of possibly being stood up right then and there. But the  man had shown up and the smile on his face was kind and open so she tried to calm herself down... then it hit her. Her bedroom was a tip; she could not take Neji in there!

"Wait Neji, we are really late now, can we not talk about this on the way? The car is waiting for us. We really should go since the two of us have to have our pictures taken and the interviews..."

The man smiled at her "I'm not particularly keen on those things anyway myself but for you my Princess..." The blond winked at her then and continued with "Let's take you out to the 'ball'. You look so beautiful tonight and we have to show you off." then as simple as anything he bowed his head and kissed her cheek. Smiling as he looked at her blushing face.



Sasuke's blood ran cold at the sight and he felt like screaming at them. Having witnessed the kiss it dawned on him that he had no claims on this man, he was her date and most likely interested in her so he only did what came natural but it still hurt and the Uchiha had no idea what to do to get rid of the pain.  What had happened with the 'rooting for this relationship' bit, he didn't know. He could no longer remember, was it really him the one that had thought so in the morning? Now he wished he'd never wished it, he wanted to be her, looked at so adoringly, being kissed...

It was all completely irrational and all he could do now is keep his mouth shut and be out of there as soon as possible. So the stylist closed and secured his case as quietly as he could and started towards the door, intent on leaving the room unnoticed. Before he could fully open the penthouse door though, a hand pushed against it above his head and another turned him around to face blue eyes that looked clouded like a stormy sky.

"Where are you off to Sasuke? You know, it's rude to leave without saying anything."

"I saw you were busy with Sakura, so there was no need to speak ... no need for me to interrupt... to make you stop... I do not have the right... I mean you wouldn’t have heard.

"Well then how about we give you the right?" The man followed and grabbed Sasuke's shoulders in a gentile but firm grip.



The next thing Sasuke saw was a blond head lowering towards him and his eyes closed involuntary. He felt a light brush on his lips and a wet trail being dug between them, all so very gentile, almost like a dream. Soft feathery kisses were added on the two corners of his mouth and then those perfectly sexy lips closed on his and pleasure flowed from that connection throughout his body making him tremble slightly, he let out a small sigh as his waist was encircled and pulled towards a rock hard body. The sensations grew ten-hundred-thousand fold as the raven's heart stopped for a second and then restarted beating increasingly faster, his heart rate also increased by the knowledge that he was not the only one enjoying the moment, as the blue eyed man's most private part pushed gently into his tight, strong hands brushed down his body towards his lower back and YES! Those restless hands grabbed his ass in a firm grip pulling Sasuke up and closer.

One could only take so much persuasion before giving in, and as he opened his lips his mouth was immediately plundered by a ravenous tongue that pierced though him like red fire. When their tongues finally connected a shiver rose up the raven’s body and he knew that he was done for. The taste of the blonds’ mouth was intoxicating and he could not hold back his sigh as they both stopped for air. “Ah, Neji!"



The blond startled and pulled back from Sasuke, his eyes looked angry, upset and finally regretful, then altogether in a strange kind of mixture, he seemed almost ready to burst out but visibly calmed down as he observed panic seep into black eyes. The blond half-smiled and as he lowered his head to the raven's ear and whispered:  "I'm sorry to be reacting like this; it's my fault in the first place. Listen Sasuke, I cannot explain to you right now the reasons for it but you have to know one very important thing. My name is actually Naruto Uzumaki. Remember it for the next time we meet."

Strong arms held the dark haired man tighter for another second. As the blond stepped away all of the stylist's strength seemed to flow towards the talented man on front of him. Oh, he knew who Naruto Uzumaki was; Sasuke knew that name and who wouldn't, every one from the ages of 8 to 80 heard about the most sought after young director and the most intriguing character. It was quite astonishing to realize that Naruto had employed his expertise, through an agent of course, for his next film and they were going to work together on costumes, character building and whatnot which meant they'd spend a great part of the day together... and he'd have a hard time concentrating... yep, Naruto was going to be his boss... he'd fallen for his boss! God he was screwed!





It took Sasuke another moment to process the director's words and he would have wanted to deny that they would meet again, even if just for the sake of the argument, but he knew better.

"Hn, later idiot. Tell Sakura." Sasuke pecked the blond on the cheek and left the penthouse with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Later bastard!" was heard behind the door.





 Well maybe today was not such a bad day after all... and there were still quite a few more hours left until the next day, hopefully something good would happen. Hmm, what was he so pissed off about in the morning?