Title: Ham and Pineapple
Summary: The story of how Sasuke Uchiha fell in love with the pizza delivery boy.

A/N: Major thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. I'm sorry it took so long for me to get the second part up. Amazingly, the inspiration for writing this second part of the fic came from eating pizza last night with my friend!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Ham and Pineapple:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure. There's nothing left for me at Ichiraku's now. I'll take your job."

"You can start working with me at Rasengan tomorrow. I'm proud of you, son."

"I couldn't be a pizza boy forever."

4 months later...

There was something oddly beautiful about Konoha in May. The sun shone brightly over the small town and rays of light danced across the windows, illuminating the room in which Sasuke Uchiha was sat catching up with his paper work. Despite spending all of his free time working, Sasuke never seemed to get up to date with the heavy work load. Itachi seemed keen to work his little brother to an early grave.

A scowl marred the youngest Uchiha's face as the light seeped in through the window and reflected off the screen of his computer making it difficult to read the document he had open. He reached over to pull the curtains closed but paused when his onyx eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar shade of sapphire.


Sasuke squinted at the park across the road, searching for the blond locks and bright smile that accompanied those beautiful eyes. He saw nothing but a deserted playground. A sigh slipped through his lip; he'd jumped to the wrong conclusion. Naruto wasn't there.

Why did he feel so disappointed? It had been several months since he last saw Naruto. Why did he keep expecting the sunshine-haired boy to come knocking on his door, pizza box in hand and a cheesey grin on his face?

It wasn't as though they'd spent a lot of time together but in that time they had formed a bond of sorts. Sasuke could still feel a connection to the younger boy even now. He could still remember the horrified, wide-eyed expression on Naruto's face as he crushed his hopes.

"Why did I say those things to him?" Sasuke spoke to the empty room. He knew the reasons but he didn't dare to say them out loud because of how shallow they would sound. He'd been selfish and had never stopped to think about the courage it must've taken for Naruto to confront him like he had - to kiss him like he had. All he had cared about then was ruining his good image and the negative impact it would have on the family company if he became involved with another boy - a pizza boy.

A feeling of shame and guilt overwhelmed Sasuke and he found his hand itching to pick up the phone, to apologise. Just as he was thinking of looking up the number, the phone rang and his brother's number flashed on the screen. Reluctantly, he answered. "What do you want?"

"Is that any way to speak to your favourite brother?"

"You're my only brother."

"True. I need you to come in for a meeting this afternoon."

Sasuke glanced over at the clock; it was already 2pm. "I work from home for a reason. I'm not coming in just to sit in a stupid meeting I know nothing about."

"Yes, I know you hate socialising with a passion but it's important that you're there for the meeting. Rasengan and Sharingan are merging and Mr. Namikaze and his son will soon be our partners."

"Why is it so important that I be there?" Sasuke asked, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger to relieve stress.

"Because we need to give a good impression to our new partners. I'll set up a video link so you can be at the meeting without leaving the house. Accept the video call in an hour." With that said, Itachi hung up the phone.

"I'm kinda nervous."

"Don't be. The meeting will be fine; Mr. Uchiha has already accepted the terms of merging the companies together."

"It's not the meeting that I'm nervous about. It's who's going to be at the meeting."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it, dad."

This was it.

Sasuke had ordered from Ichiraku's Pizza Palace and was waiting for his pizza to arrive. He didn't care about the pizza, he just wanted - no, needed - to see Naruto again and tell him he was sorry. He still wasn't sure if he could be with him but he knew that he needed the blond in his life no matter what.

The door bell rang and Sasuke breathed deeply, calming his nerves. He didn't want to answer too fast and look overly eager. Slowly he walked to the door, grasped the handle and pulled it open. "Na-" He paused mid-word and stared at the definitely-not-Naruto pizza boy stood in his doorway.

"That'll be £5.30."

"I ordered it online. I've already paid."

The boy, who had dark cropped hair and creepily pale skin stared at him blankly and repeated very slowly, "That'll be £5.30 please."

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched but he reached for his wallet anyway, he didn't have the time to argue. The boy handed over the pizza box, gave an obviously fake smile and turned to leave, Sasuke yelled after him, "Hey!"

The pale-skinned boy turned around with a raised eyebrow. "Can I help you with anything, sir?"

"Yes, actually. There was a blond haired boy who worked at Ichiraku's, do you know where he is?" Sasuke asked desperately. "He's called Naruto."

"Naruto quit about three months ago."

"What?" Sasuke stared at him in horror. How was he supposed to find Naruto now? "Do you know his address?" He asked hopefully.

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not allowed to give out that information..."

Sasuke glared at him and the temperature around them seemed to drop. "I'm sure you can make an exception this once," he replied in a sickly-sweet voice that promised death if he didn't get what he wanted.

"I don't know where he lives; I wasn't close to him because I'd just been employed. Sakura was close to him, though, so she might know..." He trailed off.

"Can you call Sakura and ask her?"

The boy smiled fakely. "I can give you her number. Do you have a pen?" Sasuke pulled out a pen from the pocket of his shirt - it was always handy to have a pen around - and nodded to the boy who began reading out a number from his phone. Sasuke scrawled it down on his arm.

"Thanks for that," Sasuke said, moving to close the door.

"That'll be £5.30," the boy said with a smirk.

"I've already paid! Twice in fact!"

"I know."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Namikaze and - uh - Mr. Namizaze-"

"My last name is Uzumaki."

"Uh, sorry Mr. Uzumaki. Let me direct you both to the meeting room... Mr. Uchiha is held up at the minute so would either of you like any refreshments while you wait?"

"Hello? Is this Sakura?"

"Yeah... Who's this?"

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I'm calling with regards to Naruto Uzumaki. Do you know which address I might find him at?"

"Sure I do. Are you a friend of his?"

"I guess you could say that..."

"I'm sorry to have kept you both waiting."

"It's no problem but aren't we missing someone? I thought you said your brother would be sitting in on the meeting."

"He couldn't make it in today but I'll be setting up a video link in just a moment."

Sasuke sat down at his computer feeling content. After a lot of persuasion - and flirting - he'd managed to get Naruto's address from the girl on the phone and he just had to sit through one stupid meeting before he could pay Naruto a visit. He wanted to go there now but he knew his brother would kill him if he wasn't in to accept the video call. Right on cue, an invitation for a video call flashed up on the monitor. Sasuke clicked accept and an image of the meeting room - and everybody in it - appeared on the screen.

"Can you hear me OK, Sasuke?" Itachi asked from where he was sat at the head of the table.

Sasuke didn't answer, he was too busy staring at the blond-haired boy with sapphire eyes in disbelief. Naruto was the son of Mr. Namizake... Naruto was the heir to Rasengan. It couldn't be true. Why would anybody choose to be a pizza boy when they were destined to own a well-known business?

Naruto stared down at his lap, not daring to look at the screen and see Sasuke's reaction.

"Sasuke?" Itachi repeated, frowning. He glanced over at Minato and Naruto and gave them an apologetic smile, "I'm really sorry. I don't think the link is working properly..."

Coming back to his senses, Sasuke blinked a few times and shifted his eyes over to Itachi. "I can hear you."

"Good. Maybe we can get on with this meeting now."

The meeting lasted for over an hour but Sasuke honestly couldn't remember a word that was said. Itachi and Minato were the ones who spoke the most, Naruto occasionally made comments proving that he was capable of thinking like a business man. Sasuke didn't utter a single word, he was too busy staring at Naruto - he looked even more beautiful now than he had three months ago - and contemplating what he should do.

"Well, I for one am glad that the four of us will soon be partners. Here's to a successful business!" Itachi exclaimed, ending the meeting with a light-hearted smile. "I'd offer you both drinks to celebrate but I really am quite busy."

Minato smiled kindly, "That's quite alright. Naruto and I should be heading out now. It was good meeting you, Itachi." He glanced over at the screen and nodded his head. "It was nice to meet you too, Sasuke."

Naruto hesitated while his dad headed for the door. "Uh... bye Mr. Uchiha!" He blurted out. A quick glance over to the screen was the only goodbye he gave Sasuke - it was the first time he'd actually looked at him since the meeting began - before almost running out of the room.

Itachi watched him leave with an amused smile playing on his lips. Without looking at the screen he said, "I don't know how you know him or what you did but you need to patch things up with that boy quick. I won't have this awkwardness ruining the success of our business."

"I'll sort it out," Sasuke promised before ending the video link.

Naruto's apartment was small, dingy and everything you would expect from an apartment that was cheap and in a bad area of Konoha. His father might be rich but Naruto certainly was not. He refused to take even a penny of his father's money; he wanted to earn a living, not have it handed to him on a plate.

Police sirens could be heard outside on the street and Naruto found himself wondering if there had been another break in - they happened often enough in this neighbourhood. The blond loosened his tie and stabbed a fork into his cup of ramen. He wasn't particularly hungry but ramen always made him feel better and right now - after the meeting and seeing Sasuke again - Naruto needed cheering up more than ever.

A loud knock sounded at the door and Naruto furrowed his brow. Maybe it was the police asking for witnesses or something. The knocking didn't stop after a minute so Naruto heaved himself up off the sofa to answer it. "I think you've got the wrong add-" Naruto looked up and his jaw dropped. "Sasuke?"

Sure enough, Sasuke was stood in the doorway of his crummy apartment looking completely out of place with his pristine white shirt and nicely shined shoes. Naruto had to hold back a snort of laughter at the pathetic sight he made.

"I - uh - I wanted to apologise for the things I said..."

Naruto tilted his head to the side, shaggy blond hair falling into his eyes with the movement. "You didn't say anything. Not that I can remember, anyway. I came on to you and you rejected me - that's all. You don't have anything to say sorry for."

Sasuke gave a sad smile and reached to brush the blond hair from Naruto's eyes. He didn't pull back his hand afterwards, just stroked the pad of his thumb gently over whiskered cheeks and watched the confused expression that appeared on Naruto's face.

"What are you doi-"

"I lied," Sasuke interrupted. "I lied and that's what I needed to apologise for. I told you I didn't feel the same... but I do."

Naruto dropped his gaze to the floor and pursed his lips, obviously trying hard not to show his emotions. "How can I trust you?" He demanded, looking up at him again with slightly watery eyes. "How do I know you're not just suddenly interested because you know I'm rich?"

"You can't know for sure but I'm giving you my word."

"What if that isn't enough?"

Sasuke held up the pizza box he'd been holding in his other hand. "I brought you pizza too."

Naruto smiled slightly despite himself. After a moment of silence he asked bluntly, "Are you going to kiss me now?"

"Can I?"

Naruto nodded his head and Sasuke smiled at him, ducking his head down so that their lips met in a chaste, gentle kiss that was so full of emotion and love that Naruto felt himself melting slowly into a pile of goo.

After Sasuke had pulled away both boys remained silent, smiling stupidly and enjoying the warmth of their embrace. They didn't want the moment to end but Naruto's stomach rumbling loudly seemed to break the spell. "Pizza?" Sasuke suggested, wrapping an arm around the embarrassed blond and leading him to the sofa.

"What type is it?" Naruto asked skeptically.

A smile danced across Sasuke's thin lips as he gazed down at his blond. There had been no love confession - because they hadn't known each other long enough for it to become love - but it was only a matter of time. Sasuke was happy just being with the blond idiot. Shaking his head of the thoughts, Sasuke replied, "Ham and Pineapple."

Both boys grinned.