Naruto Asks

8) favorite female ninja's outfit: Man, I like most of them(except during the first "time" of Naruto) but I think Temari's long black dress in the Shippuden was my favorite. It's modest, but it also has a little slit in the front that shows leg.

Slay Temari, SLAY.

(this is what it looks like)

Dedicated to

Is it me or did Konoha also wanted the Uchihas to be eliminated due to their sexiness whooing all the clan's females AND males lmao

-I saw someone post this on Tumblr

Also, I need to apologize for SUCH A SLOW UPDATE! Two months!!! WOW. Usually I try to post something once a month!

Bye bye lovelies~~

Indra Uchiha was the coldest guy in town. Though at the same time, people fangirled over him all the time. You weren't of those people, and gladly said so....inside your mind.

As much as you disliked him, he was one of the bosses of the Uchiha company that worked against your company. You owned the Hyuga company alongside your uncle, Hiyashi.

The two companies often were fighting in the market. Your family hated them with much passion(except from Hinata, the poor girl liked everyone). But even though the two companies disliked each other, both had a strong passion fighting for themselves. And as per usual, the upcoming business party held by the leading brand of the Sarutobi clan was coming up.

~

Hinata, Hanabi, and you were getting dressed with the help of the maids and cosmetologist your family hired.

While you were getting your h/l hair done in to a formal hairstyle, you were scrolling through your phone on (choice of social media platform...ex: Insta, Snapchat, Tumblr). As your thumb smoothly pressed upon the technology, an ad for the Uchiha Red Contact and the Amaterasu Eyeliner.

Your eyebrows curled in as you stared at the person who was modeling with their bright ruby red design, wearing a thick line of their eyeliner. You clicked the ad and clicked the button that said "not interested" before you continued on. Little did you know, Hanabi was watching you.

"You know, they're not that bad. Just because some famous celebrity wore their eye contacts to the Academy Awards and now everyone wants to buy them doesn't mean they're bad people! Besides, the Sarutobi company still dominates with their smokey eye makeup series....or the Uzumaki's red hot pepper eye shadow kit from Kushina Uzumaki."

The hair dresser stopped, showing you the complete look before silently leaving you and your cousins alone. "I know they're not, Hanabi. Stop lecturing me like you're uncle." you mumbled, ruffling her curled hair. Hearing her whine, a smile came back on your face. Just like that, Neji knocked on the door, dressed in a very dark purple suit with a white tie undone.

"Your father wants us all in the limo soon." he said, widening the door. Turning towards Hinata, she walked ahead of Hanabi and you. Then you trailed after them, heading to Konoha's Dojutsu-con.

~

"Ladies, and gentleman, thank you all for attending the annual dojutsucon. We, the Sarutubi clan, would like to give all of you a free kit of their most recent publishment: Great Flame Blush. Enjoy your evening."

Hanabi and Hinata left you sitting at the bar alone, drinking (alcoholic/non-alcoholic of choice). It was awkward, listening to the many famous people like Sasuke Uchiha and his wife Sakura Uchiha speaking next to you. Or the Nara clan's president of their Nara Nightcare products, Shikaku Nara laughing loudly at a joke Inoichi was saying.

You weren't a social person; and since most to all business personas were put aside, everyone was enjoying themselves. Not you. You'd rather be at home, a nice blanket around you as you watched Netflix....

Maybe you could leave secretly?

Standing up to attempt just walking out the door, you turned around quickly with the drink in hand. Because hey, it was a good drink.

Something slammed into you, causing the drink to slide out your hand and break on the floor. The area around you got silent as you calmly looked to see who you bumped into.

The man stood frozen, his back facing you. The (color of drink) liquid soaked his white dress shirt, which went down to his WHITE pants. Staring wide eyed at the fabric, you have heated up in embarrassment.

"Forgive me, sir, for spilling the drink on you." you said quickly, grabbing the available napkins on the bar table. When you looked back, two cold eyes stared at you.

A god damn Uchiha. More specifically, Indra Uchiha, the original developer alongside his brother Ashura(before he left the clan and started the Uzumaki makeup line) and Kaguya.

Chills went down your spine as he glared at you. "You'll have to buy this two hundred dollar suit for me, since you ruined it." he mumbled. Indra walked past you, bumping your shoulder. Stay calm Y/n...

"Let me see if my friend Asuma Sarutobi has anything for you to wear. He wouldn't mind lending you some clothes to borrow. Follow me," you said, walking after him.

Hayashi over heard you, both of you making eye contact for a few seconds. He nodded, his pupils saying something like good job handling the situation. Smiling once again, the two of you silently walked into a quiet staircase.

It was a uncomfortable silence. You felt his eyes pinning your back, the small/long hairs on your arms and legs sticking up. You stopped walking until you were at the front of a large gray door. Opening it, you waited for Indra to step in before you closed it.

The walk in closet had Asuma's casual, formal, and athletic clothes(after all, you have seen it before once after you had to drop him off drunk at his own house). This was the second door you opened, turning on the lights and scanning the closet.

Asuma's formal wear. You grabbed a black suit that had a white tie, the complete opposite (yet similar to himself) of what he was wearing. "I'll step outside for you to get-" you were saying, stepping out the room.

Indra had his shirt off, the liquid stained shirt laying on Asuma's expensive bedsheets originally from the Darui's Kohaku no Jōhei bedsheet collection(claiming "so comfortable, you'll be sealed in to it forever").

You froze, staring at his built body. Indra watched you stare at him until you got out of you shock.

Wide eyed with red cheeks, you glanced at his glowing red eyes.

"Are you enjoying the view." he said smoothly, his lips moving slowly while he walked closer to you.

You couldn't break the eye contact, his body very close to yours as he reached his hand towards your face.

It lightly grazed your cheek as he closed Asuma's walk in closet door. It stayed there for a second, before moving back to his side.

"Give me the clothes and get out so I can stop this atmosphere."

Without saying anything, you handed him the clothes and walked out the room.

Once you closed the door, you let out a large breath. You didn't even realize you weren't breathing.

You walked away without waiting for Indra, wanting to forget the humiliating moment.

~

~Ten years ago~

Indra Uchiha saw you. You two were in the same class as young kids, around middle school. Though you were always quiet, in the back of the classroom. Meanwhile, he sat in the front, being praised from his other peers and teachers. Mostly the girls, who liked his looks and smarts. Not only that, his expert skill in martial arts.

But he wasn't interested with them. Not at all. You, meanwhile, caught his eye. You were only focused on your schoolwork(and sleeping) in class. Sure, you had friends, but you'd be doing something else rather than what everyone around him did.

He liked different.

But he never approached you. Indra pretended you were invisible.

But you never approached him either. You pretended he was invisible.

You were different.

~

You decided going outside on the city balcony of the Sarutobi's penthouse. You got yourself another drink, and more food. Because food is life.

Out on the balcony, you stood alone. The music playing from the inside vibrated past the walls and into the sleek area.

The door opened, your head snapping at it.

Indra.

Looking back at the city view you couldn't help but flash back at what happened about half an hour ago.

"Thank you." he said, walking next to you and staring out at the dark sky. The light illuminated his face lightly. "You don't have to pay my suit back. It was an easy clean to the staff here."

A smile came onto your face.

It wasn't because you didn't have to be in debt, but it was...calming to be with him outside. Crowds were never yourself, unless it was for your professional job.

"Do you remember...middle school/junior high?"

Indra hummed softly, a drink in his hand.

"We were in the same class. You were always popular with the girls...you still are."

"Am I popular to you?" he whispered to you. Taken back, you looked up at him. "I-I guess, you're modeling for a lot of your own merchandise for the company alongside famous models like Hatake Kakashi."

A fire truck's faint white noise made you two stop talking, simply next to each other.

"We should talk more, Indra Uchiha. We never did throughout school, nor do we ever. I'm not going to lie to you, I've dislike plenty of members from your family." A smirk appeared on Indra's face, but it went down as soon as you saw it.

"Hn."

Uchiha talk.

"I'll see you another time, Indra-" you said, walking towards the door.

However, you felt something grab your arm tightly, which soon relaxed after you stopped walking.

"-Next week, we have a meeting with your company. Stay with me after it." he said huskily, releasing your arm.

Your breath became uneven as you stared into his dark, red eyes.

"O-Of course. I'll see you until then...if I don't spill anything on you anytime soon."

Nodding in agreement, Indra watched you walk quickly to the balcony's exit and entrance, leaving him alone on the elevated platform.

"Hn." he mumbled to himself, looking down at his drink with a smirk back on his chiseled face.

"Y/n....you've changed."