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Rule 3

By Jessica Landers

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: No I don't own Naruto! Only my characters.

*Sigh* Here we go again. A new freakin' idea that won't leave me alone... COME ON IMAGINATION GIVE ME A BREAK WILL YA?!

Okay ranting done ^_^ On with the story!


There are three requirerments to be an assistant for Uchiha Crop.:

1) You must be drop dead gorgeous (Don't ask me why, but apparently being ugly reflects on the company)

2) You must be completely loyal and dedicated to your job. As in staying at the office till three in the morning trying to ready your boss for the meeting taking place at six while he sleeps peacefully at home without a worry. And:

3) Never under any circumstances fall in love with any of the Uchiha. Doing so will bring immediate termination of your employ at Uchiha Corp.


"Where are the Uzumaki Files?" Itachi-san asked without looking up from the papers spread across his desk. I silently held them out, but Itachi shook his head, "Sasuke needs them." I sighed, I might as well be working for both the Uchiha brothers. Turning I left Itachi's office and handed the files over to Sasuke's new assistant. She gave me a nervous smile and scurried back into the youngest Uchiha's office. Rolling my eyes I returned to my own boss's office.

I had been Itachi's assistant ever since he first started working at Uchiha Corperation at the age of twenty-one seven years ago. Fugaku-sama was the one who hired me, but no one would know that the way Itachi and I worked together. We were a well oiled team, after working seven years together we should be or something would be terribly wrong. I was the senior assistant at Uchiha Corp. Probably even the senior employee since the Uchiha family had a policy of 'hire and fire'. People would work for the most successful business then disappear once again, fired for the most obsine reasons. I was the only one who seemed to last more than a year.

Sasuke's assistances were even worse. He blew through assistance like a wildfire through a field of dry grass. I've never seen one of his assistance last a month. They were either too nervous, too incompantant, or too in love with the youngest Uchiha to be of any use. One girl even turned out to be a pychopath, that was a fun memory (note my sarcasm). I guess my success was based solely on the fact that I had no other life besides the one at Uchiha Corp.

Walking back into Itachi-san's office I said, "You have dinner with a client at six, Uchiha sir. I've made inquires at the restuarant, they're booked until April, but I managed to procure a table for this evening. The only condition is you must be there at six sharp. May I suggest you leave now and avoid the five o'clock traffic?" Itachi nodded, his eyes still on the papers in front of him. I sighed and turned to pull his coat off the antique and very valuble coat rack standing behind the door. The funny thing was, though it was worth thousands of dollars, the coat rack was actually the cheapest thing in his office. Even the pen he was holding was more expensive.

"Sir?" I probed, folding the suit jacket over my arm. Itachi finally looked up, his dark eyes emotionless as always. I nodded my head towards the clock ticking on the wall behind him, "It is already 4:36, sir." Itachi made a noise in the back of his throat and stacked his work into his briefcase. I mentally groaned, looks like I would have to warn Mikoto-san that her son planned to bring work home again. With Itachi it was work, work, work. Not even his father worked as hard as he did.

I held out the coat as he walked to me, being a butler was also part of my job, and smiled, "Have a good evening, sir." I said. I didn't expect anything from him in return, he barely acknowledged that I was alive. So it surprised me when he said, "Take the rest of the evening off." I stared at him. In the seven years I had worked for him, Itachi never said more than a few words to me, let alone an entire sentence. And if he did, it certainly wasn't to tell me to take some time, even a few hours, off! As he opened the door, Itachi turned to me, a small smirk on his lips, "And happy birthday."


"So then what did he do?" Ino asked eagerly. I rolled my eyes as did Sakura, "He left. That was it." The blonde model pouted prettily and sipped her drink. The bartender eyed her hungrilly, but she didn't notice. Ino never did, unless he was hot, then she noticed. Sakura tilted her own glass, the red liquid looking more pink as the ice melted, sighed and said, "I wish I had a permanate job. I can't seem to hold on to one anymore." Ino patted the pinkette, "Don't worry, Forehead, you just haven't found your calling."

Sakura glared at her, "Oh, so the reason why I keep losing jobs is because they're not my calling?" I rolled my eyes, "Calm down, Sakura. Ino was just trying to cheer you up." Big mistake, Sakura turned her wrath on me, "And what about you? Are you really going to say that your calling is obeying orders from a pompous spoiled Uchiha?" Sakura's hatred for the Uchiha family was legendary. Something about having a crush on Sasuke when they were kids or something like that, I didn't know the true details. I shrugged, "It pays the bills." Sakura looked ashamed and Ino threw up her hands, "Alright, no more gloom and doom. We came here to celebrate Ichigo's birthday not wallow in self pity." She directed that last bit to Sakura, who turned as bright as her hair.

Ino grinned moving the topic to other things, "Now, I couldn't help but notice that those three boys have been staring at us for most of the night." She purred, her pale eyes darting over our shoulders to something in the back of the club. Sakura and I followed her gaze to see three guys our age indeed staring. Sakura curled a grin and actually winked at one. I rolled my eyes and turned away. After working for the 'hottest man of the year', according to Konoha Magizine, I was rather immune to boys.

My friends were already standing up and walking in the boys' direction. Sakura pulled at me, "Come on Ichigo, it's your birthday. Live a little!" I sighed and followed her reluctently, she was right. It was rare that my boss gave me any time off, I should enjoy it while I could.


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