The Valiant

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story however the plot is entirely mine.

I have tweaked the personality of the characters so don't complain that they are different.

Sasuke Uchiha clambered up his grandmothers porch making the slightly rotting wood screech with each heavy step of his black encased booted feet. He could smell the heavy scent of mold and dust that framed the doorframe of the old Victorian house as he pulled opened the screen door and shut it softly behind himself.

"I'm home." He said through the empty kitchen noticing the slightly crusted pots and dishes that rested for him in the sink yet he walked by haphazardly reaching for the cabinet and pulling out a half empty plastic container of cereal-he needed something to coat his stomach as his vision swam slightly knowing all too well that he had had too much booze with Naruto this night however he needed to feel that numbing pain vanish with the bitter taste of Bourbon.

With the flick of his wrists and the pulling from his long pale fingers he popped open the plastic container and reached with his cold hands into the cereal, grasping a handful and shoving the small pieces into his mouth with a grunt. He hadn't bought bread that morning, instead drinking his paycheck away with booze and a deck of playing cards instead, along with twenty that went into the gas tank of his pickup.

He shrugged out of his rain soaked coat while holding the plastic container in his hand and grunted again, this time with annoyance as the coat made a sopping sound and fell heavily to the tiled floor. "Oh great that coat only cost two paychecks, not like it matters now…" He said as he bent down and picked it up, slightly dizzy in the head and groggy. He could almost feel it now, his brother taunting him. 'You're such a light weight little brother.' Or 'You will never be anything in life if all you do is smoke weed and drink all day little brother.' And of course 'You will never be better then me foolish little brother-you're a drunk and if mother were still alive she would surely disown you.' That was always popular.

"Sometimes I wish I was in that car…mom and dad are so lucky they're dead." He said as he placed the opened container on the counter, forgotten. He walked silently into the living room where his grandmother sat on the couch. He could make out the shadow of his brother.

"You should be around more Itachi, that boy needs structure in his life."

"And what am I supposed to do? He barely listens to me as it is."

"It's nearly one in the morning Itachi. I know that your parents weren't strict on you kids but damnit from now own he will be raised right." She said. "Traveling on a bus for all your lives left you spoiled and without any structure."

He could feel Itachi rolling his eyes and almost saw him inhale his cigarette the way he did when annoyed-deeply and over exaggerated. "You do that."

He slipped up the stairs without them noticing and when he was finally at the top he caught his reflection in the oval mirror. His face was soaked from rain making almost tear streaked marks down his narrow sharp cheek his eyes were puffy and red and his lip was cut deeply from where he had bit into it while debating whether or not to throw Naruto off of him while the blonde gave him head.

His cheeks reddened as he recalled the lips around his member and the feel of the boys soft whiskered cheek as he stoked him.

He shook his head-the Bourbon made them both do crazy things.

He turned left down the hall to his bedroom where the door was still thrown opened from the morning he had left for school, in a hurry to not be late for once. His clothes littered the floor in heaps of shirts, underwear and socks across the shinny wooden floor while his dresser was piled high with CD's a record player and vinyl records that had belonged to his uncle Obito before the man died in the car accident along with his parents.

With a sigh he shut the door and locked it with a loud click. He threw his coat over his swivel chair before pulling off his sticky wet shit and jeans-removing his wallet and cigarette pack out of the pockets and depositing them in the laundry basket to be dealt with in the morning.

Tap Tap Tap.

He smiled.

Tap Tap Tap.

Without turning towards the window he made a waving gesture. The window slid opened with a soft swish and shut just as quietly. He turned his head and smiled.

Standing in front of the window, sopping wet, was Hinata Hyuuga.

"I didn't know if you were up so I came over earlier." She said with her sweet voice. Her long dark hair stuck to her face, her white t-shirt clung to her curves tightly and she shivered. "When I saw the truck pull up I decided to just climb up the ladder to your window. Your grandmother doesn't seem to like me."

"She likes you fine, she's just a mean ol' filly." He said placing a cigarette between his chapped pink lips. He lit it up with a Zippo his grandfather had given Itachi. "Care for cancer?" He asked but the girl shook her head and made her way towards his closet where she pulled out a dress shirt and slightly dirty boxers from the closet floor.

"I take it your father isn't home?"

She nodded. "He's out on business, Hanabi is at her friends and I don't think I can stand to hear Neji and Temari go at it all night." She pulled off her shirt and bra and her jeans and shoes. "It's not like I ran off anyway, I'm here. Through the woods and across the river safe and sound." She pulled on the dress shirt and boxers. She held up her wet clothes before deciding to hang the on the closet doors.

"Ah." He said picking up her bra and hanging it on the door knob. "Well you're in luck. Grandmother is going on a trip with the other oldies and brother dear is headed for Mist to take a tour of the University. It's just you and me for the weekend."

"That's great." She said before going towards the bed and slipping under the blood red covers. "I was hoping to relax my virgin ears."

He nodded. "Sure. You're so virginal that you changed in front of me, a 'Sex' God…"

"You looked away." She said matter of factly. "You always do."

"Yeah sure…I don't know why I don't just look. You have impressive jugs."

"Pervert."

He blew mist like smoke from his lungs through his nostrils before putting the cigarette out in a bowl on the dresser. He stretched his aching muscles. "I got a BJ tonight." He said almost casually. "Uzumaki is quite the whore when drunk."

Hinata blushed. "Naruto?"

He nodded. "Swallowed me whole and then some." He sighed to himself before getting into bed. "I think I like him."

"You and me both."

They laid there, facing one another on the bed.

"Threesome?" Sasuke asked hopefully before she smacked his arm.

"Pervert?"

"Hn."

She smiled a bit embarrassed before poking his forehead.

"So what are you going to do about him?"

Sasuke smirked before turning off the light.

"Fuck him until he's mine that's what."

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