Go easy on me guys, I haven't written any fanfics in about 4 years or so. I'm sorry if this is a little rough around the edges.
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Disclaimer: Naruto and everything about it is owned by Masashi Kishimoto and I do not own any of it. Please enjoy responsibly. ;)
"Sorry!" I shouted over the music to the best of my ability to the person I had just bumped into on my way over to the bar. I reached the bar after a few more apologies to people standing or dancing in my way to getting a drink. I seated myself at an empty place and looked up and the menu, squinting due to the copious amounts of dry ice being pumped into the club from the DJ deck.
"What will you be having?" I looked up to see a slim, maybe a little muscular guy around my age with spiky black hair, black shirt and jeans, a folded towel over his shoulder. He looked exhausted but willing to keep on working all the same. He had a few piercings, too. A couple in his left ear and a lip piercing on the right corner of his soft – looking lips.
I had officially lost my train of thought. "Err...um... I'll have a vodka and c...coke please." I immediately slammed my hand to my forehead when I realised just how pathetic I sounded.
"Of course." He gave me a quick smile and turned around, promptly reaching for the vodka and pouring a shot into a glass, then turning back to me and squeezing the cola pump into the glass. It was like watching an artist at work.
"Ice and lemon?" He asked, looking right into my eyes.
"S...sure!"
Come on, Naruto! Pull yourself together, you never act like this!
He placed the glass in front of me on the bar and waited. I clumsily reached into my pocket, pulling out a note and handing it to him, hoping it was enough or I'd feel like a complete fool. He took the money from me and passed me some change. I couldn't even look him in the eyes. He was just so...perfect.
I guess I should explain a little about who I am. My name is Naruto Uzumaki and I live alone. My parents died in an accident when I was young and I've pretty much had to fend for myself ever since. I know what you're thinking, I'm wasting my life away going to clubs every night, getting wasted and fucking anybody I see? Not quite. Which brings me to my next little bit of info, I'm a gay, fag... a bonafied homosexual. I only really realised it when I was young, about 16, and found myself staring at guys. But enough about me for now.
As I sipped my drink I watched the bartender work. I know it may seem like I was being a stalker but I just couldn't seem to stop. The way he moved from one customer to the next, never faulting. I shook my head. Stop being weird. Just talk to him when he comes over. As he came closer I opened my mouth to say something smooth like I did to all the guys I liked but all the came out was a weird squeak. Thank god this music is so loud.
"Are you wanting another?" He looked me in the eyes once again and smiled.
I looked down and realised I had been sipping my drink so furiously it was all gone.
"Yes please." I sounded more like a child asking for more chocolate than a 24 year old man asking for an alcoholic beverage.
I have got to stop being so weird.
When he brought my second drink over I handed him the money and I pretty much downed it in the hope of gaining some Dutch courage.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, gulping deeply, my palms starting to sweat.
"Sasuke. You?" There was that damn smile again.
"Naruto. Uzumaki" Smooth. Real smooth, you douche. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before..." Why don't you ask him his work schedule next, idiot.
"Yeah, started today." He leant against the wall at the other side of the bar as the club started to clear out and the music not so loud. It was nearly 4 am, after all. We started talking. Talking about where he had come from and why he had moved here. Most of the time he was dashing over to drunken customers demanding their 10th drink, practically falling off the bar stool.
After about an hour I downed my 5th vodka and cola and my 6th shot, the room finally started to spin. We had just started to get to know each other when he took the glass from me.
"I think you've had enough." He smiled and started to clean up the mess left by punters on the bar side. I laid my head on the bar and watched him work once again. I wanted him. I needed him. Almost like some kind of addiction I didn't know I had. I never felt this way about anyone else. By now I would be walking in a drunken stupor back to the other person's house to get even more shit – faced and fuck. Then I'd wake up the next day and sneak out back home.
This was different.
"...ruto. Naruto!" The world started shaking and my stomach twisted in such a way that I felt as though I was going to spew but I fought it.
"Naruto. Wake up! We're closing. Are you ok getting home? You don't look so good..." He actually sounded concerned.
"Fine, I'm fine. If I can shusht get the world to schtop spinning and get my feet on thish ground..." I attempted to put one foot in front of the other but my body was having none of it. I fell to the floor in a giant mess.
He rushed over to me and helped pick me up. His hand was on my bare skin. It tingled and I wasn't sure if it was from being so pissed I barely felt any part of my body or that he was so warm.
"Are you ok?" He leant me against the bar. "Wait here a moment, I'll walk you home. If you can remember the way, that is." He laughed slightly and left me standing there, swaying and battling with my churning gut.
About five minutes later he came back, keys in hand and a rucksack on his back.
"Come on then, Mr. Uzumaki. Let's get you home."
We walked through the doors of the club and as soon as the cold air hit my face I lost the battle. I ran as best I could to the nearest corner I could find and gave it a makeover with the contents of my stomach. Feeling embarrassed, I tried my best to wipe my mouth and stand up. I looked over at him as he was just locking the doors.
"They must trust you well to lock up." I said, hoping he hadn't noticed what I just did.
"I guess I have one of those faces." He smiled and reached out a hand. "Come on, I bet you're hungry now aren't you?"
Damn it.
"I could just eat a pizza." I whispered, feeling stupid.