The trio always caused scenes when they went places. As celebrities of no little notoriety, combined with their stunning looks, they were hard to ignore. Most of the scenes were to do with fans – or, failing that, were caused by Naruto. Many news programs commented on the fact that Naruto was a bumbling ball of accidents, and Gaara never set a foot wrong – how composed he was, how he seemed unruffled by everything, how skilfully Sasuke always covered for Naruto if something went wrong.
Of course, the news never really show the whole story.
Manhandling his semi-conscious partner, Sasuke groaned as he was stopped by a security guard.
"Sir?"
The beefy security guard eyed the pair with suspicion.
"Inebriated passengers are not allowed on the plane."
Gaara lifted his head up, eyes unfocused, but his voice still sharp as a razor blade.
"I am not drunk. I do not drink, it is the creature of the….Sasuke, word."
"….The phrase you want is demon drink."
"Yes. Drinking is…is…."
"Abhorrent?"
"Yes."
Exhausted by this effort, Gaara slumped further into Sasuke, who groaned as the security didn't step to the side.
"Please, move aside. Kankuro is going to KILL us, and that'll be a blessing compared to Temari and Itachi!"
Usually Sasuke would not resort to anything like this, but he was tired, he needed to get Gaara on the plane before the drugs kicked in and knocked him out,
"Sir, I cannot allow you onto the plane-"
Gaara's head suddenly snapped up, as one of the words kicked in.
His usual death-glare was somewhat ruined by the fact his world was swimming and he couldn't focus (and the fact he was aiming at Sasuke's ear), but the resident duckbutt-head tightened noticeably anyway.
"Plane? Sasuke, are we at the airport?"
"No."
Sasuke had a beautiful voice. If you were prone to dramatic descriptions (as many press were), you could describe it as silky-smooth, dark as sin, deep as chocolate and as easy to lose yourself in, or many other metaphors. It was the perfect voice for lying – if you didn't know that whenever he lied his fingers twitched, and if those fingers weren't holding you up.
A silence broke out for all of three seconds, the security guard radioing discreetly for backup whilst looking at the two loonies in front of him. If they'd have been dressed normally perhaps, with brushed hair and not smudged with dirt, he might have been willing to listen – as they were, half in pajamas and unbrushed, unwashed, they resembled nothing more than a pair of crazies.
After said three seconds, what could be considered 'all hell' broke loose. Gaara began struggling and trying to get out of Sasuke's arms. Sasuke, his limbs strangely delicate for all his power, swore as he tried to hold onto the slippery red-head. The Security guard drew his baton as Gaara began flailing violently in Sasuke's arms, then backup arrived.
Sasuke hissed through his teeth, ice-pack pressed to his head. Gaara was asleep next to him, the traquillisers having finally kicked in.
Naruto sat with his hands clapped over his mouth, trying desperately to contain his mirth as he looked at his two partners in the holding cells. He fist-bumped the security guard as he entered to get them out, and let it out.
"Oh god I love you two but you'd be dead without me."
Sasuke hissed at him, but really he couldn't help but agree.