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Doll Face	By : PrettyKitty93 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Four

As Iruka called every one of the twenty individuals' names, each one walked across the stage before they made a neat line. Sasuke was eventually called, where they showed his entry picture and his name on the big screen in the background, although it wasn't until just then that Sasuke even knew what his entry picture was. And when he saw it, he nearly tripped.

"You used that picture?" Kiba cried out, looking at Naruto like he was crazy.

"Yeah, but it's such a hot picture of him!" Naruto rationalized, referring to the picture he'd taken of Sasuke lying in the bed in the dress the other day.

"Well no kidding, he just has that look to him, that…"

"…Submissive look?" Shino supplied.

"Right!" Kiba agreed.

"Isn't it cute? But I think he's going to kill me later. But it was worth it, Sasuke has the best entry picture ever!" Naruto explained, before jumping up in his seat as Sasuke was walking across the stage, whistling before yelling, "Woo! Go baby!"

To save all involved from further embarrassment, Kiba and Shino pulled Naruto back in his seat and covered his mouth abruptly.

"So how we're going to judge in the preliminaries is that the twenty contestants are each given a number, and our judges are going to score each contestant on aesthetic appeal, grace, and poise. Those with the fifteen highest scores, will move on to the secondary round. Five, unfortunately, won't make it to the secondary round, but I wish you all the best of luck before I start off with the judging! Sasori, your thoughts on number one?" Iruka said, gesturing towards the red head.

As he began giving his somewhat generic take on whomever number one was, Temari who was in the audience, heard a loud snore. To the right of her, of course, was her brother, sleeping. She gave the man a sharp elbowing in the shoulder to wake him up, scolding, "Can't you stay awake for even an hour? This won't take too long, it's only the preliminary round, damn."

"D-did they call Gaara yet?" Kankuro yawned.

"No, he's number fifteen,"

"Well wake me up when they do-"

"Damn it, stay awake! This is for your little brother, Kankuro,"

"My little brother? Last time I checked my little brother wouldn't be on stage in a dress, that's my little sister from some twisted reality is all. So like I said wake me up when they call her," he replied, leaning back in the chair.

"Ugh, little brothers…" she groaned.

"Little sister," he corrected.

"Shh, Naruto look, they're about to judge Sasuke, mister number nineteen," Kiba pointed out, nudging the two men beside him.

The second judge, Kakashi was speaking with his ever scrutinizing face- er, eye I guess, looking Sasuke up and down, before saying, "Hm, I'd say a nine for the appeal and for the grace however… I really think he needs to improve his walk before the next round, even though I'm certain he is going to the next round, no doubt." The two other judges nodded in agreement.

They moved on to whoever twenty was, while Naruto whispered to the others, "Did you hear that? He's certain to get to the next round!"

"Awesome! But wait… when is the next round? It's already late as hell, are they going to do all five rounds tonight or something?" Kiba questioned. He looked to Shino and Naruto, who looked equally as clueless.

"It's traveling," said a woman that was sitting near them.

"A traveling contest?" Naruto wondered.

"Tonight they're going to announce where the next round is going to be held, and tomorrow morning, you get on the road and head there,"

"Woah- why do they do that? That's too many days wasted to be driving to different places," he argued.

"Well that's the way it works, you just have to be dedicated to the contest is all, that's the way some of these serious contests work," the woman explained.

Naruto and Kiba gave each other a look. "And you didn't know this before hand?"

"Nope,"

"And I'm guessing Sasuke doesn't either,"

"Probably not…"

"…"

Backstage, after those painful preliminaries were over, Sasuke finally was able to sit down in a stray chair. He kicked off those damn foot-killers, and idly wondered if the heels were sharp enough to puncture without killing. Then again, he might not care either way.

It wasn't that Sasuke wanted to abuse his fiancé, it was just that he tended to do very stupid things some times so he needed to put Naruto in his place. But that picture, was the last straw for his daily dose of rapidly dwindling patience. It wasn't a bad picture, but he didn't like how… delicate it made him look. Still, he might want to change before he argues that picture is the only thing…

He held the foot-killers, and stomped off not caring he was barefoot, as he was on a mission to find a certain blonde and a certain brunette who was responsible for this mess. And make their disappearances look like accidents.

"There you are," Sasuke spoke, pointing the shoes at Naruto.

"Dude, what's he going to do with those?" Kiba whispered, looking at Sasuke cautiously.

"Shush- Hey Sasuke, aren't you glad about how well you did-"

"Yeah, I did well, now shut up until I question you," Sasuke spat out at the blonde. "One, why the hell did you feel compelled to use that fucking picture?"

"I really didn't think it was that bad of a picture Sasuke, I mean all the other pictures I have of you, you just look like someone's boss. Serious and stiff and all. So, I wanted to show them the side of you I see-"

"What, the bottom?" Kiba interjected.

Immediately, a fist connected with the side of Kiba's head with a loud smack.

"Ow, what the fuck?-" he yelled, clutching the side of his head, throbbing with pain. "You-!"

"Excuse us," Shino said politely, dragging the dog-lover off somewhere, before he ended up losing his job over something extremely stupid.

"Sasuke!" Naruto cried out. "The judges actually applauded your picture, what's the problem?"

"…I just don't like it. You're taking another one and that's that. Not to mention, did you know we're going to have to go somewhere fucking else?"

"No I swear I didn't!"

"I don't have time for this, I need to go home and leave this madness behind me, I have a job you know Naruto, I don't sit at home and write smut all day like someone I know. One of us has to fucking work!"

"But my books do bring in money!"

Sasuke leaned against the wall and put his hand to his forehead before letting out a deep breath, then spoke, "I just want to know one good reason I should even stay in this thing. Seriously. Besides the honeymoon thing, I get that. I was trying to get through this for us so we can have our damned honeymoon, although I feel like you're not even being appreciative. I get sick of doing all the damn work."

"…You really feel like that?" Naruto questioned, his blue eyes narrowing. For once that day, he was actually beginning to look serious.

"Yes Naruto, I really feel like that," he groaned.

"Well Sasuke, I do appreciate you. But you know what? I'm going to do a better job of showing it!" he exclaimed, with his trademark grin. "I really want us to stick with this thing though, because I think it'll be fun, we'll get to meet new people, travel to different countries, and most of all… we never get to spend this much time together anymore. Ever since you became the boss of that company, I barely see you anymore. So you agree to keep doing it, I'm gonna be right behind you okay?"

Sasuke looked somewhat thoughtful as though he were mulling the blonde's speech over. Somehow, he felt Naruto really meant it, after all, they wouldn't have been together this long if he hadn't been a man of his word, right? "Hn. Fine dobe, I'll do it. But on one condition."

"Anything," Naruto agreed eagerly.

The raven-haired man dropped the heels at Naruto's feet, before replying, "I never have to wear these shoes again."

Iruka grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler backstage. Being up their again made him begin to sweat, being under those hot lights. Well, maybe not only from the hot lights, he just plain didn't want to go up there again. How did he get roped into doing this again?

He felt a light tap on his shoulder, before turning around to see the masked judge behind him.

"…Kakashi?" he said at last, after racking his brain for the man's name.

"Hey," he greeted calmly.

Iruka looked at the man for a moment before raising his eyebrow as if to ask, 'Okay, what did you want?'

"I was letting you know that they're going to have a dinner for all the contest participants and personnel at the hotel later," he explained.

"Ah that's good, I'm starving," Iruka responded.

"It's the least they could do," Kakashi added.

Iruka nodded in agreement, trying to study the man, or at least as much as he could without actually seeing his face. He was rather odd. "Is it my imagination, or were you eyeing me? I could be wrong, considering I've never heard of anyone eyeing someone with… well one eye."

"Well you don't seem like a bad judge, I'll let you figure that out. However, I'm trying to figure out where I've seen you before…"

"To be honest I've never seen you before," Iruka admitted.

"But I know I've seen you before, I wouldn't forget your face,"

"Is it because of the scar?" he sighed, tracing the scar across his face.

"It is a pretty interesting scar, but that's not it. I wouldn't forget a cute face after all,"

Iruka just looked up at the silver-haired man, rolling his eyes at him. "Sure, I bet you say that to all the guys at all the contests you judge. After all, that's your job, to kiss up to people."

"Actually it's the opposite- it's their job to kiss up to me," Kakashi pointed out with a slight chuckle.

"True,"

Kakashi leaned closer to Iruka before whispering, "You've been in one of these pageants before, haven't you?"

"A long time ago," he admitted. "I'm too old to be doing that kind of stuff anymore, so I'd rather forget about it."

"Old? What are you, like twenty-five? Don't kid me, you're not old,"

"Try thirty-five,"

"Hmm, that's not old at all," Kakashi disagreed, however, not moving an inch from the brunette.

Iruka was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with how close this smooth-talker was to him. Well, not necessarily uncomfortable, but maybe more uncomfortable with the fact that he didn't seem to mind this as much as he should. Plus the guy was all whispering in his ear, what the hell was he trying to do, purposely turn him on?- Well wait, that's what smooth talkers are supposed to do… but still! Who did this Kakashi think he is anyways?

"Well I have to get going… back to my hotel room… to change… for dinner," Iruka explained, pushing Kakashi away from him.

"Perfect, we'll be able to talk more about your mysterious pageant days over dinner,"

"I rather we not, I already said I want to forget about them," Iruka argued.

Kakashi chuckled playfully, saying, "We'll see about that, I have my ways of figuring out things. See you later, Iruka."

Already, actually no, more than before, he was regretting taking this job. Really.

"I had no clue we were going to have to stay in these damn things for the dinner," Sasuke complained, tugging at the red dress. He didn't know he could hate it more sitting down than he could standing up. At least he didn't have to stand in the heels-from-hell for hours.

"Stop whining, Uchiha, you're giving me a migraine," said Sasuke's newest rival, Neji Hyuuga. Well okay, it was slightly childish to consider Neji a rival, but he didn't like the guy, and he had won more points than him just because he knew how to walk in heels better. It was arrogant guys like him that fuelled Sasuke's desire to stay in the contest to win, just because he wanted to crush the man. Besides, just because he had weird colored eyes and long-ass hair didn't mean he was better-looking. Hell, Sasuke knew he was sexy, he didn't even need to hear his significant other say it on a regular basis.

Yet still, Neji did look dead-sexy in that dark teal-dress… somehow. Ugh, Sasuke was starting to like this stuff, how could he? Although the green-blue color contrasted against those pale legs nicely, he could see why- No! Was he going insane, having stared at twenty (now fifteen) men in dresses for the last couple hours? He was starting to get Naruto's kinky tastes, unfortunately. He wanted to bash it out of him with that nice china right in front of him…

"What the hell are you staring at?" Neji questioned.

"Not you, Hyuuga," Sasuke retorted.

"Now now Sasuke, you shouldn't sound so angry, you got near perfect marks after all. You just can't walk,"

"Like I'd be content being anywhere behind you, even if it just was one fucking point," he snapped.

"How about under me?" he inquired.

"Excuse me?" Sasuke responded, eyes widening.

"Hm, I guessing you are a first timer here after all. But still, even I know you're smart enough to have wondered, what exactly goes on when you get a whole bunch of ukes together and no semes to throw into the equation?"

"Why the fuck would I even need to? I have a fiance, after all, I don't know about you," Sasuke said rather smugly, knowing that was one thing he had above the Hyuuga.

"So I'm assuming you're not open then?"*

"I am, but that has nothing to do with you, I wouldn't even give you the pleasure of fucking me,"

"The Uchiha is cold I see…" Neji mused with a smirk on his face. "Alright, if that's the way you're going to be, then so be it. I guess you think you hurt people's feelings that way, don't you?"

"I don't think, I know. Especially if I were to kick your ass in the secondary round and end up fucking you, I'm certain that would hurt your little feelings,"

"How about we make this interesting then?"

Sasuke couldn't resist the challenge, no matter how much he wanted to. This was going to make things much more fun for him, he was almost starting to look forward to round two, even though he had no clue what the hell round two was. "Whoever ends up with more points in the second round, gets the loser's ass?"

"Deal," he agreed. "And let it be known that I am definitely going to enjoy every second of it."

"Then I guess you must enjoy getting fucked by me then?" Sasuke retorted, and now it was his turn to smirk. He wasn't the come-back king for nothing, and he knew Neji couldn't even say anything to that. Man, this contest was starting to become more fun by the second, even if he was starting to develop a taste for pretty boys.

It was about eleven or so now, but the hotel bar was pretty much empty save for the two men working at it, Chouji and Shikamaru.

"Man, what I would give to go to sleep right now, there's no fucking point of even staying down here. With that contest and stuff, no one's even here," Shikamaru complained as he leaned against the counter.

"If nobody comes by midnight, we might as well just close up. I already did all the dinner cooking, especially all that food for the people from the contest. Maybe I'll get a bonus…" Chouji wondered idly.

"I'm surprised you didn't snag all the leftovers," Shikamaru mused.

"Trust me, already taken care of," Chouji replied, with a smile of contentment. "Oh look, we finally have a customer.

Shikamaru turned to see probably one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen in a long time sitting at the bar, so much he was slightly stunned, for a second. Hmm, well if there was a reason he was bi, it was definitely for her. "What'll you have?"

"Just a beer,"

Now it was both of the men's turn to freeze. Did she just…?

"Can you repeat that?" Shikamaru asked.

"A beer, please,"

"…"

"Okay is there any reason you're staring at me like you haven't got any God-damn sense?"

"Uh, sorry, you must be one of those guys from that contest huh?" Shikamaru said at last.

"Does it matter?"

Shikamaru was just thinking and thinking but nothing was coming out of his mouth yet. This… guy was fucking hot. And even though he did like girls and guys, he never imagined a guy that looked like a girl would appeal so much to him as it did right now.

Neji was starting to get sick of this guy, what was his problem? "Look can I just have my beer?" he spat, growing irritated. His night wasn't going so well, besides the fact he ranked first and beat Sasuke in the first round, he was getting sick of people checking him out, and not delivering. Not that in any way Neji considered himself any kind of slut, he wouldn't just fuck with anybody, but damn it, he was just in one of those kinds of moods.

Chouji conveniently left to go clean the kitchen, leaving Shikamaru alone with the man. "Sure, one second," he replied, filling a glass with the alcohol.

He handed the glass to Neji, who immediately took a swig, desperately needing it so he could relax some, before having to make a few-days trip to the next city, some place having to do with stones he thinks.

"Hmm, what's your name?"

"Neji, who's asking?"

"Shikamaru," he sighed. This guy was rather stuck-up sounding, he almost didn't want to bother with him, but he was just that good looking, and he was going to be gone by tomorrow. Half of the time, he thought guys and girls weren't really worth the energy.

"Shikamaru…" Neji repeated. "Why were you staring at me?"

"Because you look like a chick and sound like a man, why wouldn't I stare?" Shikamaru explained. "Also, this is just me being blatantly honest so I don't know if you're going to get totally girly on me or what, but you look totally fuckable in that dress."

"Guess you decided to bypass all the smooth talking,"

"Smooth talking is too troublesome,"

"So what makes you think that if you couldn't be bothered to even be subtle about it, that I would even want to have sex with you?"

"You obviously look pretty lonely, and are probably in need of a good seme considering you're in a contest for all ukes. Logically,"

Now Neji was somewhat conflicted, this man was pissing him off, and turning him on at the same time. However, it seemed as though his need for a good fucking, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, overruled his good sense, so he took a pen and wrote his room number on the brunette's palm. "I'll see you when you get off."

Shikamaru looked at his palm with the number 503 written on it, and back at the long-haired man walking away, before realizing Neji never paid for the beer.

To Be Continued

*In this story people might often ask if their open (or not) meaning if theyre in an open relationship (hence the warning above). Most the people in the story are though, for the sake of having many lemons :} That is my perv smile.
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