Accidental Model | Sasunaru

1 | Barbie Pink High Heels

The only thing Naruto felt was a burning sensation. It was mainly on his chest, where a large patch of boiling hot coffee was thrown, but it managed to bounce off the polyester fabric and hit his face. If the coffee burned with fabric covering his skin, image how it felt on bare skin.

"Damn it, Naruto!", a high pitched banshee screamed, "I told you that I want low calorie vanilla creamer with no added sugar! I could clearly taste that the creamer was not what I asked for!"

Naruto bit his lip harshly, sucking in a harsh breath -partially in pain and partially so that he wouldn't snap at her, cause let's face it... he needed the cash that she gave him- and quickly bent over, holding the drenched fabric away from his skin.

He didn't understand what made Sakura act this way. He's known her since they were children and back then she was the sweetest person he'd ever met. She was rather insecure about her looks ironically, but being the person he was, he managed to help her create some self confidence and actually become a model. It was when Sakura first started to gain popularity that she began the change into the rude person she was today, and for some ungodly reason became a bitch to him.

Closing his eyes, he ground out through clenched teeth, "Sorry, Sakura, but that was all they had and you won't drink coffee unless it has creamer in it".

The pinkette crosses her arms, realizing he was right. She didn't have a rebuttal against his argument besides the fact that she wouldn't drink coffee unless it was low cal creamer anyways but brushed it off.

When she didn't say anything, he looked away from the steaming cotton he was slowly letting back towards his skin as it cooled, and towards her. "Ah, Sakura-Chan?"

Her emerald green eyes blinked in momentary surprise, shocked that she had been lost in thought and waved her hand. "Whatever, Loser. I saw Ino's intern, Shika-something, go in the back so get some new clothes from him and come back. I'm suppose to be shooting this magazine underwear campaign and I'll need you be around in case I need something"

She whipped around in her Barbie pink high heels and flipped her hair over her shoulders before walking away.

"Well, that is my job", he muttered ruefully, narrowing his eyes at her retreating figure. Sighing, he turned around.

And almost bumped into someone.

"Ah! Hinata-Chan!"

Hinata, a gorgeous girl with short cropped black hair and other worldly pale lilac eyes, dressed in a silk bathrobe tied around her and black heels, blushed heavily. She fiddled with her fingers for a moment saying softly, "Naruto-Kun"

Naruto tilted his head in confusion. For some reason, she was always so shy around him and tended to whisper a lot, so he hand to typically listen closely to what he heard from her. Normally, he would've paused to ask her how her shoot was going with Kiba and Shino for their animal adoption campaign but the still coffee soaked shirt was becoming uncomfortable against his irritated skin.

"Is there something you need?", he asked, throwing in a bright smile to counteract his chaste words.

Hinata shook her head, causing a whiff of lavender and mint to invade his senses, and dug one of her hands into her bathrobe pockets.

"I s-saw what h-happened with Sak-Sakura s-so I thought y-you'd might want th-this", she said, procuring a small light purple hand towel.

He smiled genuinely this time, taking the piece of cotton from her hands with sparking eyes. "Thanks, Hinata-Chan! I can always count on you being there for me!"

Due to him wiping his dripping face with the towel, he didn't see her face turn that particular bright red blush whenever she felt happily appreciated from what he said.

Naruto pulled the rag away from his face to knead the ends of his damp hair with it as Kiba and Shino walked up to them. "Hey guys!", he called brightly, in a much better mood now that his face was dry, albeit sticky.

Kiba grinned, holding out a fist that wasn't holding a white and brown puppy, "Naruto! How's it going, buddy?"

Naruto bumped his fist against his, throwing a thumb over his shoulder, "The usual. Sakura-Chan just being Sakura."

"Your shirts wet", Shino piped up rather unemotionally.

Naruto chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head, "Yeah, as I said Sakura being Sakura"

Kiba sniffed, his nose turning towards the air before angling back towards Naruto's shirt, "you smell like coffee.... she threw coffee at you?!"

"No wonder your skin is red", Shino murmured.

Naruto sighed, cursing his friends abnormal smelling ability. The three of them, affectionately called Team 8 by the production studio, were always worrying over him. They had advised him not to become Sakura's intern but she paid a lot of money and they had been friends at one point.

"It's not a big deal guys. I'm fine", he said, edging around them. He didn't want to stay for the lecture Kiba was no doubt about to launch into, and quickly began to walk backwards waving at them in farewell. "Right. Well, I have to go change before Sakura yells at me for taking so long. I'll give you your towel back tomorrow, Hinata-Chan, after I wash it. Thanks again!"

Said girl, lifted her hand and opened her mouth to say something but it was to late. Naruto had already walked to far away.

"We should really do something", Kiba muttered, crossing his arms with a scowl.

"You know, Naruto-Kun will get angry if you do, Kiba-Kun"

The heavy coat lover through his hands up in exasperation, "Well I'd rather he be safe and angry at me then in pain and working under that bitch!"

"Language, Kiba.", Shino said, turning around and walking back to their set.

"Language my ass, Bug Boy!", he said, walking after him.

As the two began to bicker back and forth, Hinata sighed. How those two were her best friends was beyond her knowledge, but she was glad they were all the same. She giggled when Kiba went to deck Shino but the boy just ducked, making Kiba fall to a table of muffins from the momentum. "Wait for me boys!", she called out happily, jogging towards the cursing muffin covered man and unamused guy.

Naruto sighed when he didn't hear them chasing after him. They had done that a few time when he tried to get away from them and he hated that. He knew that they were just worried about him, but he was a 23 year old man for god's sake. He could take care of himself, thank you very much.

His brow furrowed when he heard a sudden crash and slur of curses, turning his head to see what happened. It was in times like these that he wished he thought things through. Walking forward at a brisk pace while turning to look behind you is practically waving a sigh that said 'disaster waiting to happen'.

In the coming months though, it would be debated whether that 'disaster waiting to happen' was actually the 'disaster meant to be'.

Author's Note:
Do what do you think guys? Seem interesting? Great! Seem dull? Please tell me what you'd think would spice it up! Seem weird? Eh, I like weird. Seriously, I'd love to hear your thoughts!