Beverly Hills

Where I come from isn't all that great

My automobile is a piece of crap

My fashion sense is a little whack

And my friends are just as screwy as me.

-BEVERLY HILLS, Weezer

"What. The. French. Toast." Naruto gaped fishily, eyeing Sasuke with a look of total annihilation. "What the hell did you do to my stuff?" The said onyx-eyed teen rolled his eyes, peeking at Naruto through neon-lime rimmed shades.

"Well, you dork, I packed up your stuff for you. Like, all of it. Even your lame ramen boxers. Even if they have a gazillion holes in them. You should be thanking me, ya know. It's not everyday I get into the vibe of being a good Samaritan."

"Y-yeah, but why exactly are you packing up my stuff?" The sunny blonde stuttered. His eye twitched sporadically.

"We're moving, silly!" His (usually) sarcastic, emo (and may he mention- fantastically gay) best friend glomped him.

"And when, exactly, did you decide this?"

"Like, last week. Dope." And then he dragged an unsuspecting Naruto into the cobalt pick-up truck and revved up the engine. "Woot! We're going to Konoha, baby!" Sasuke screamed melodramatically, flailing his arms around wildly.

"How long is this stupid phase of yours gonna take," Naruto whined, digging his elbow into's Sasuke's ribs, "stop getting so caught up into those lame Konoha reality TV shows !"

Another petulant roll of the eyes. "Stop being so damn negative all the time. This is a perfect chance to start over, Narutard," he drawled. "At least we're staying at Itachi's place."

Naruto scratched the back of his neck in deep thought. "Have you even seen it? I mean, it's supposed to be like humongous. And very complex."

"So what? You're planning to get lost- in a house, of all things?"

"It's not like I want to get lost. My instincts simply mislead me."

"Yeah. Mislead you to your doom." He retorted sharply. His face softened at Naruto's pouting face.

"Live a little, Naru," Sasuke said, his eyes on the road, "this is our chance to break away from everybody. No one's gonna know about us- our parents, where we came from, and," he glanced at the blonde, tight-lipped, "who we used to be."

To Naruto, this was the winning raison d'être. His sky blue eyes softened. Taking a deep, shaky, breath, he smiled. "I guess you're right." Then his personality did a total one-eighty. "But only this once."

Sasuke gave him a victorious grin. "Gotcha. But, you know, we're gonna have to switch in a few hours. My thighs are cramping and I don't wanna be sterile when we get there."

"Blegh. Sure, whatever. Just wake me up when you need to, okay?" Sasuke gave a nod of confirmation, and soon enough, he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Nearly five hours after Naruto woke up, he was driving down a paved road scattered with signs and graffiti. The pick-up truck seemed to groan at such a long drive, so Naruto slowed down, making sure he was turning on the right streets- and nearly ran over some pink-haired woman, too.

"WHOA. Sorry, dude. I mean- ma'am." He yelled, his lips curling into a foxy grin. The woman hissed at him, and he simply flipped her off. "I didn't notice your bright Pepto-Bismol wig." Then he drove away cackling.

"Are you really Naruto?" Sasuke yawned, poking Naruto. It was the blonde's turn to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, whatev- holy mother of fudge." Naruto's eyes widened as he pulled up into the wide driveway as the gates slid open. "Sasuke, you rich fool."

"What? Didn't I tell you my brother lived in a mansion?"