Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Art of The Business ❯ No Matter What I Do ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A mysterious air had settled in ever since they left the shooting room and Naruto couldn't exactly point out why. It could have been the simple fact that this annoying guy leading away to the interview room was not talking to him, yet giving him peculiar looks any time he could. But what was most irritating about that, was that he wasn't being subtle on purpose. Naruto barely had to look up to know that those coal eyes were glaring down at him intensely for some reason. It made him uneasy, yet curious. There was always the great probability that this guy was so captivated by his beauty, he could not take his eyes off him.

Naruto visibly grinned and drawled at that thought. His eyes hazed quickly as the scene popped into his unimaginative mind. Getting a job here would be a piece of cake if that was the case. But little did he know, that he as only making himself look more like an idiot than before as he was caught in his daydreaming. "Hey dobe! We're here." Sasuke stated rather loudly directly into the blonde’s ear. Of course Naruto recoiled instantly, slapping the raven haired teen square in the face as he flailed his arms in shock.

"Don't do that! You startled me!" he accused loudly, waving a furious figure at the guy. His expression suddenly went blank when he realized he had hit the guy as he was cupping his cheek with a pretty dissatisfied look in his eyes.

"Well then, maybe you should pay more attention before slipping away into you childish little daydreams and I wouldn't have to!" Sasuke snarled back testily. With that said he turned quickly on his heels and thrust open the door, going in first. He'd be damned if ever started acting like a gentleman to such an ignorant runt like this kid. Seriously, what professional would zone out like that while walking anyway? He wasn’t going to make it far in this business if he even managed to pass the photo shoot part of his audition, which Sasuke highly doubted. He may have his good looks, but that could only hold you so long. Talent was a key component in this industry and if you didn't have it, you were tossed to the side.

Sasuke plotted down firmly into a cushioned, wheeled chair by a desk. He merely motioned Naruto to the seat across from him. "Come on dobe, let's get this over with." He insisted.

Naruto hissed instantly, the hairs of his neck flaring up at the nickname. "I told you before teme, my name is Naruto!" He growled, stumping over bold-legged and slammed himself down into the seat.

The corner of Sasuke's lip curved upward in a satisfying matter and he pulled out a pen to right down the results of the interview. "I don't think it will help your situation any better to insult your superiors, Na-ru-to..." He cooed slowly, putting great emphasis on the boy's name. "Now if you won't mind calling me by my name, then I could call you by yours." He suggested. "You've probably heard of me or at least seen me on several magazine covers." Sasuke pointed out arrogantly. "Uchiha Sasuke."

He was expecting something along the lines of surprise or at least graditude, but instead he got a bland look of bewilderment from the blond. Naruto titled his head a bit staring at the other. Just by the look in his eyes, Sasuke could tell the knobs were slowly turning inside Naruto's head as he tried to make a reference to the name. "Doesn't ring a bell..." Naruto said after awhile of actually thinking carefully. Sasuke gave a frustrated sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. How come he got the impression this kid didn't have any clue of who any of the most popular models were today?

"Forget it. Let's start off with something simple. Why do you want to become a model?" Sasuke asked with disinterest, fidgeting with the pen in his hands.

Naruto smiled brightly almost on cue. "That's easy. I want to be famous!" Naruto exclaimed excitedly. Sasuke felt his expression loosing all sensibility and indifference. Was he being serious about this or just toying with him? "I want to prove all those hypocrites back at home that I can make a name for myself. Models have their faces appear everywhere, right? So I thought if I could do that, it would be only a matter of time before they find out about me." Naruto finished as though that was a good enough explanation.

Sasuke sat there staring for a moment longer, tapping the pen against the wooden surface of the desk. "Is that it?" he asked. Naruto coyly nodded, earning him a tedious sigh from his interviewer. "Are you kidding me? You could at least lie and say it's something you've always wanted to do. Only a complete idiot would basically answer saying 'oh I just woke up one morning and decided I wanted to be a model'." Sasuke huffed. "Alright, let's move on...do you have any experience in this field?" Sasuke drawled, receiving a sure no from the blond. The rest of the answer he received were as expected. Naruto was a completely unimaginative, uninspired, and stupid wanna-be. No answer he had to offer went along the lines of acceptable or even understandable excuses.

But as they progressed, Sasuke found himself growing more curious of this boy. Perhaps there was more to him than he thought. As he read a little further on the form, he smirked. The next questions had shared the same goals of him. He was quite curious to know himself... "Okay, do you have any birthmarks, tattoos, or scars?" he asked.

Naruto hesitated for a moment. "Yeah, actually I have a tattoo..." Naruto replied somewhat softly. A perfectly plucked, black eyebrow curved upwards as Sasuke glanced more specifically at the three whisker marks on the blonde’s face. He wouldn't think those were tattoos, they looked more like scars, perhaps from a cat.

"Well? What of and where?" Sasuke asked, his smirk widening. He was curious to see if Naruto was more of a rebel than he sounded. Was he bold enough to get a tattoo running along his lower back or thigh, perhaps somewhere even more private. Or could he have gotten the name of a past lover? Seeing how reluctant he was to answering now, he was really beginning to wonder.

"Well...this may sound really stupid. But since I was young I had a tattoo of Kyuubi on my stomach..." Naruto answered softly.

It took another moment for Sasuke to register that little tidbit of information. "Kyuubi?" he repeated in confusion. "You mean the biggest disaster of a tornado since El Nino, that happened about eighteen years ago?" Sasuke clarified. Naruto numbly nodded. Now that was a strange tattoo get. That storm had a record breaking killing of 15,000 people.

"My family was there when it happened and I was born on that exact day." He replied, actually sounding rather proud of it. He smiled cheekily, which caught Sasuke off guard. "Even though my parents died, I lived and I guess my caretaker wanted me to remember that so this symbol remains on my stomach to remind me I survived." He explained, his hand lightly coming over his shirt to where the tattoo was most likely. "It doesn't look much like a tornado, but at least I'll always know what it means."

Despite the corniness of the story, Sasuke actually thought the tale was rather cute. It would certainly be something to tell his kids, that's if he ever found a girl tolerable enough of him to have kids with. But seriously, he had to give the blond his props for it. "Well if you ever do get the job, I'm sure a lot of people will be interested in hearing about it when they see your photos." Sasuke said nonchalantly, moving on. "Alright, how about your relationships? Are you currently dating, engaged or even...married?" Sasuke gave a soft snort at that last on. It was pretty obvious, but he just wanted to get through this thing accordingly.

"What does that have to do with modeling teme?!" Naruto wailed quickly, his brows quickly furrowing. Sasuke wondered why he was being so defensive about it.

"Because 'DOBE'," he said loudly, "how your relationships end up affects your performance on the stage or in photo shoots." Sasuke answered eagerly. "We can't have you crying in every photo because your girlfriend suddenly decides to doubt you in a text message. And we can't have you tripping all over yourself on the cat walk if you see your love in the crowd."

Naruto sneered and crossed his arms. "'m not some crybaby, I don't let that sort of thing affect me" he declared bravely.

Sasuke rolled his eyes with doubt. "Oh really? Then we do you let all my questions get to you so much? if you can't take this, there's no telling how you are going to react to other things. Are you going to lose your temper to every superior that critiques your photos negatively?"

Naruto was seriously getting irritated by this Sasuke character, but he was tying to hold himself back from punching him the face all because this was his only chance at stardom. "I won't" he insisted. "And I'm not seeing anyone..." The reply came out resentful and bleeding with reluctance, but Sasuke didn't care about how he got the answer, only that he got it. So the little blond was available...

"Are you open to ideas? If we asked you to do a nude shoot, will you be able to do it without complaints?" Sasuke continued in asking.

"Hell yes!" Naruto jumped up to say. "Why should I be ashamed of this gorgeous body?" he gloated, holding up his arms to form muscles...that Sasuke barely noticed.

Running his hand tiredly through his hair, Sasuke sat back in his seat. "Alright, just put your little be-be guns away before you poke an eye out." Naruto hissed and quickly sat back down. If Sasuke was always going to be this much of a prick, then he would gladly take this job just so he could out shine the arrogant bastard. Sasuke's smirk returned when he saw Naruto at the height of his annoyance, perhaps he would through a question of his own in here, just to see how the blond reacts. He sat up, straightening his position a bit. "Do take any offense to this, but are you a virgin dobe?" Sasuke asked, inwardly cackling at the instant dumbfounded look that flashed over Naruto's face.

"W-what the hell?! what type of question is that?! What can that possibly have to do with this teme?! Are you just making fun of me?!" Naruto yelled at the top of his lugs, getting up from his seat just to ring the guy's neck.

Sasuke couldn't contain himself, and started to chuckle. "Then, I'll take that as a yes" he remarked.

"It's none of your damn business if I am or not!"

"But you aren't denying it so it must be true." Sasuke pointed out smugly.

"You-!"

"What's going on in here?" The two teens stopped instantly, both heads jerking to the door Orochimaru was now standing at with his hands placed firmly on his hips. "I ask you to do one little thing Sasuke, and you can't even do that right, you're worthless." The man growled. He walked over, grabbing Naruto by the forearm. "I don't have all day, so let's see how you do on the runway and in the photo shoot." Orochimaru putted the boy along, Sasuke of course following with interest of seeing Naruto's real talent or lack there of.


A torrent of laughter filled the air from the few individuals that were lucky enough to watch Naruto's performance on the runway. And others just stared in aw. Never before had they seen someone that had made such a fool of themselves on stage in an entire career as this new blond did in just a minute. He had changed into the clothes they had to offer. But being of such short stature with his body type, the pants of his clothes were a bit too long. That proved to be a great hazard for the number one knuckle head 'model'.

He barely had to take five steps before he was tripping over his own feet and somehow tumbled off the stage. But that was only his attempt. How someone managed to do a face fault after tripping on air; after changing into shorts, they will never know. Everyone so found out that walking probably just wasn't the boy's thing, for even without being on stage he looked like a monkey on Ritalin, his steps so unpredictable and unstable. He was just like the mischievously blowing wind in autumn.

Orochimaru groaned, dropping his heads into his hands. Sasuke kept to himself in the corner, doing his best not to let his snickers be heard. "Alright Naruto, let's wrap it up. Just give us a few good pose for the camera and we'll call it a day..." Orochimaru said in a desperate tone. This was unbelievable. How could such a good looking guy be such a screw up? If he wasn't such a nice guy, this kid would have no shot out there with other companies.

Naruto nodded and headed back tot he changing rooms. They merely wanted a profile picture so he was left to wear only some light blue boxers. Sasuke found his eyes immediately drawing to the blond as he stepped back onto the shoot. He thought he looked good in clothes, but beneath them he was...hot. Sasuke noted that blond practically had zero perfect body fat, but he wasn't boney at all. He had just enough muscle and meat to fill him out right. Those lines of rippling skin over smooth curves made the image all the more enticing. Sasuke wanted nothing more than to slowly run his finger along the sweet indention of the boy's back; between his defined shoulder blades all, down to his lower back and along the curve of his ass. Sasuke could only imagine how it would be if he was as sensitive physically as he was mentally. His eyes eventually focused on the black spiral along Naruto's belly as the boy stood toward the camera.

The photographer took a few shots of Naruto at regular angles and then started to experiment. "Naruto can you sit on the edge? Hold one knee to your chest and let the other one hang...now look away form the camera like your in deep thought." He ordered.

Naruto did as he was told. A look of hope glimmered in those bright blue eyes of his, everyone saw it. And it was like they were reading his thoughts like a book. It was quite clear that he was thinking of just getting this opportunity, of actually reaching his goals and being good at this. For once, that's all it would take for him to make a lasting good impression on that crowd, how easily his emotions showed through on a picture. It was both his greatest weakest and most appealing trait. Now all they would have to do was keep him feeling how they wanted him to.

The photo shoot went by without a hitch. Everyone that had momentarily stopped their jobs to watch had quickly went back to it as Naruto stepped off the set. "Did I do good?" his ecstatic voice asked Orochimaru as he stood before him.

Orochimaru held his chin, glaring off at something before finally replying. "That shoot just now; perfect. But the rest of your audition, I can't be too sure as of yet. But we will call you as soon as we make up our mind." He assured the blond. He solemnly stood and walked away, leaving Naruto in slightly confusion and disappointment.

Naruto suddenly shuddered when he felt a single warm hand settle on his shoulder. He was just about to yell when he turned to find Sasuke to be the person to have touched him. "What do you want teme? Here to make more fun of me?" Naruto grumbled defensively. The Uchiha's eyes flickered with anger for a brief moment at that cruel assumption and at the fact that Naruto sounded as though he truly believed he deserved the criticism.

"No, Naruto I'm not." Sasuke said sternly, drawing Naruto's full attention. his shoulders relaxed and he stared at Sasuke with a look that was indescribable. It was a mix between beauty and sadness as far as Sasuke could tell. "I just wanted to say I think you did good out there. To tell the truth, I think you could really stand a chance against the big boys, perhaps even me. Who knows?" Sasuke smirked, removing his hand.

"Perhaps? Shut up, I know I'm better than you! I'll give you a run for your money Sasuke-teme." Naruto flared, but his tone wasn't as so resentful as before, more so playful and anxious. "I won't loose to you or anyone else. I'm going to be the best model this world has ever known!" Naruto declared, holding up his fist. "You better believe it! Naruto Uzumaki is no quitter!"

"He better not be, it'd be too much fun to mess around with you everyday at work." Sasuke teased. He meant exactly how it sounded, but knew Naruto would be too caught in the moment to notice the symbolism in anything he said.

"Teme!"

Okay, so maybe not.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Thanks so much to all of you who reviewed for my story! I appreciate it so much. I hope you liked this chapter as well. I got one review saying Naruto was too uke, but that was only the first chapter so please do not try to be that hypocritical of things when I am just beginning. I hope I did no make him seem to uke in the chapter though. So feel free to review, I am interested in hearing what you all have to say!