Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters. I do not make any profit from this story.

Author's Rant: Hell everyone else is making Neko Sasuke stories. I want one too.

That Night

Wednesday evening was humid with the occasional breeze rustling through. Sprinkles of rain splashed against Naruto's face as he tried to angle his umbrella against the sideways drizzle. Hurricane season was turning up this year. There'd been reports of a Tropical Storm heading for the islands, but only he was stupid enough to have come out anyway. Naruto had finished up another late shift at work and evening of classes. It was downright nasty out here. Did his boss give a damn? Hell no, as long as there were just-as-stupid customers bold enough to be out this weather, he wanted to serve them. Naruto's school was just as funny acting with how they wanted to handle the weather conditions. You miss a day, it'd be a good chance you missed an assignment.

That marks bullshit in his book but, oh well. He had to do what he had to do.

With two school books tucked under his armpit and the other supporting a red backpack and his umbrella, all Naruto could focus on was getting home as fast as he could.

Spring semester was finally coming to a close in the next three weeks and he really needed to buckle down. Finals on Biochemistry, Calculus, and Japanese Civilization were hard enough and damn, don't get him started on learning Political Science. Honestly, he frequently questioned what all of these subjects had to do with becoming a Scuba Diver. It was only a two year program.

Naruto worked a part time job as a bartender and occasional cook for the Tiki Hut down by the Konoha shoreline. Yeah that's right, he lived on the islands or to be more specific one of several lands located around the entire Western Seas. This one was called Leaf Island, where he was born, raised and a proud student of the local University about three miles from his apartment complex.

Thanks to his parents, god bless their souls, he was able to afford necessities and pay bills without much struggle. It could only cover his schooling, apartment and bills, so the part time job was to was to help with purchasing food and small entertainment.

"Damn," He hissed as the umbrella struggled against the increasing currents. The Weather Channel said the storm was due to hit until a few more hours but it felt like it'd already made landfall. His car was out of commission for the next week, so he'd been roughening it for the past three days, hiking from home, to school, to work, than home.

Tugging the collar of his orange and navy blue rain coat, Naruto came to a stop at an intersection waiting for his turn to cross the street. He looked from side to side for any cars but with it being this late, he doubted anyone would come cruising pass. He trotted acrosss, muggy water smacking under his Reeboks.

Naruto gripped his coat tighter. This storm was something serious. Just as he rounded a corner, he felt a stir in his left pocket and sighed. Right on time as usual. It never ceased to amaze him that his best friend had this knack for knowing Naruto was coming home late. Naruto reached down and slid his thumb across the screen, "Talk to me."

There was a rough grunt before Naruto lifted the phone from his ear. The booming voice rattled his eardrums even from a foot away, "You know I'm within my rights—no my civic duty to kick your ass, right? Where the hell are you? Tiki closed thirty minutes ago!"

"Calm down," Naruto said, unable to keep the attitude out of his voice. "We had some late customers tonight. You know how it is on Karaoke Wednesday."

"Call me crazy, but I was under the impression that the bar had a no drinking after eleven policy and," Naruto assumed his roommate was checking the clock to emphasize a further point and he was right when Kiba came back enraged. "Jesus man, really? It's close to midnight!"

"What? What, I had no idea," Naruto sarcastically grumbled. "If you're so worried, why didn't you pick me up from work huh? Something wrong with your car?"

Silence.

Well, well someone had a guilt trip. "Look dude, that's beside the point. Gas is three dollars and fifty four cents. I've been putting twenty in that tank for five years and I'm not straying off routine. Learn to stay green."

"Uh huh."

"Do I detect an attitude? Kid, I'd advise you take the bass outta your voice. I swear this ain't what you want. I'm being the responsible friend. I'm at home and you? You're out there probably hanging with crack heads and drug dealers or some shit."

"If you give me fifteen minutes I'll be walking through the door with a bag of burgers and fries. How's that for an apology?"

". . . Don't try to sweet talk me man. Stupid ass, trying to bribe me with burgers and shit," Kiba's voice died off for a while with useless grumbles and aimless batter about crazy blonds. "Fine, make all three of mine doubles. Extra pickles, extra onions, extra ketchup, extra fast."

Naruto looked at the phone like it just sprouted fungus, "You got any extra money? Shit Kiba, I got thirty bucks on me."

"Hey, hey, hey, you shut the hell up. No lip! Just get my shit and bring your ass home!"

"Yes mama."

"That's right because mama knows best, ya dick!"

The phone hung up before Naruto could retort.

Naruto would've chunked his phone if he didn't think his friend meant well. Kiba cared for his wellbeing but shoot give the blond some credit. He wasn't a bulky body builder but he wasn't in the skinny department either. He could handle himself in a scrap.

Kiba just had this thing for protecting him since they were in elementary school. Unlike most of their classmates, Naruto hadn't reached his average height and ended up being bullied until Kiba showed up like a mini Freddy and went to dishing out ass whooping's for everybody. Even when Naruto matured and earned a rep of his own, old habits refused to die. Kiba still worried all the way up to college level and then some.

Now in order to keep his ears from bleeding, Naruto had to make a beeline to the closest burger joint. Luckily for him the Five Guys and Fries remained open past midnight so he could order his stuff and hit the road before the storm hit.

He hurried his pace, grasping his umbrella and school supplies tighter and powerwalked to the café in record timing. A pink haired, green eyed girl wearing the red and yellow striped polo uniform looked up from her register and offered a kind smile. "Welcome to Five Guys, how may I serve you today sir?'

Naruto shook off his umbrella, beaming off his Colgate grin, "Gimme a sec, sweetheart." He placed all his items on a nearby table, while scanning the overhead menu, "I'll get three number fives with extra pickles, onions and ketchup, two large fries, two number nines without lettuce, an extra-large fry and it's all to go."

"No drinks?" She questioned, typing in the entire order.

"Nah, just the food."

"Ok that'll be twenty nine seventeen."

Goddamn, Kiba owned him for this. Naruto cursed the bastard from the top of his pointy chocolate hair to the size eleven shoes. Three tens were retrieved from the blonde's and didn't bother asking for the change.

"So," the girl began casually, looking up to him through her curly lashes, dimples winking shyly from her cheekbones. "Do you come here often?"

"Not really," Naruto returned, taking his receipt. "I used too though."

"Really? I don't remember seeing you here. I'd remember someone as cute as you," She teased, giggling. "Maybe I can persuade you to come around more. You know, just to talk sometimes or hang out." Pinky suddenly popped her hand to her mouth, seeming to have missed something and she bonked herself on the head. "Oops, I didn't think to ask if you had a girlfriend? . . . Do you?"

Naruto had to give—he squinted at her nametag—Sakura Haruno, yeah her. He had to give her credit for effort. "Nah baby, I'm single. I don't have a girl waiting for me at home."

"Oh, that's too bad," Sakura lowered her eyelids, leaning forward to say in a hush, hush tone. "Someone like you shouldn't have to walk the streets all alone at night. I get off in an hour if you're willing to wait."

Naruto shook his head, "Baby, you're cute, sexy, got a bomb ass body and a pretty face, but I'm gonna have to respectfully decline. You know with the whole celibacy thing and all." It went deeper than that, but Naruto didn't need to explain himself to anyone. He'd hope that'd deter her interest.

"I can make it worth your while," Was her tempting offer, hand easing across the counter to grasp a hold of Naruto's elbow. She asked for this punishment, declared Naruto. He couldn't resist leaning in as well for added tease. "So what do you say?"

A smile cracked wide enough to split a city block, "I don't think my kind of vanilla is your flavor. I'm 22 with 7 years of dick riding under my belt and plenty of know how when it comes playing leap frog. Now unless you're willing to masturbate to a game of football or wrestling, we don't have much to discuss."

Naruto said it so seriously, Sakura was stuck between laughing and staring, gapped mouth. She chuckled, "I'm sorry what are you saying?"

It was always hard breaking their hearts this way. Oh well, she wants it straight forward, "I'm saying, ya gonna own those," He pointed at her chest. "And this," he pointed down at his crotch. "To hang with me."

"Oh my. . ."

Oh my, indeed. One of the backroom cooks came out holding Naruto's grease stained bag, and with a thinned expression that said he'd heard enough to scar him for life. "Here you are," The man said in a clipped voice without as much as a 'come back soon.'

Naruto didn't care. He is what he is. By no means was he the kind of bisexual that went around spreading hippie love, wearing hearts and parading his business out in the streets, nor was he undercover. It was hard to explain but when it boiled down to it he basically a normal bisexual. Only thing was, he was more intrigued with the lumps in a boy's britches, rather than in a girl's draws; but he still liked titties.

Did that make sense?. . . Yeah it did in his book.

Naruto grabbed his meals, then ducked back into the rain with a lovely smile on his face and wink tossed to the dark haired gentlemen behind the counter.

The storm was getting worst. Naruto guesstimated he had another thirty minutes before the storm's edge reached the island. Winds were picking up to at least forty miles per hour and light poles were suffering the blunt of increasing winds.

That was probably why when Naruto heard vicious growling he couldn't distinguish the sounds f from an animal or the gurgling weather. He paused and listened, lips grimly thinned, turning from side to side to checking for danger. There was none, but the howling came back right as the wind swirled past. It resonated from the gap between two brown stone buildings he'd pasted by just a moment ago. His ears picked up many different sounds this time around; a high pitched growl and one lower, followed by raspy grunts.

Odd.

It was going to go against his better judgment to investigate, but hey you only live once right?

Naruto quietly padded over to the hollowed junction, twisting his fingers around his umbrella in case someone wanted to jump stupid. The lighting around this area of town was poor so he had to rely on the crackles of lightning to illuminate the alley.

He risked a peek and quickly slammed his back against the wall when a trash bin came flying around the corner, followed by a large dark figure, streaking the sidewalk. Black was all Naruto saw before the body jolted back to life and dove back inside the ally where the horror proceeded. Violent crashes and thunderous snarls raced back and forth between the shadowy silhouettes.

It was hard to keep count of how many people were in there. Five or six from the sounds of it. Naruto hunkered down to the sodden pavement, eyes narrowed and waited. This was none of his business and the smarter side of him was demanding he take his ass home and take Kiba's cussing out, instead. However there was this irrational side that refused to let him leave.

Another high pitched shriek came followed by a ricocheting trash top, bouncing off the walls. The silver disc rammed the head of one of the assailants and he went down. Naruto leaned in and trained his gaze the best he could on two of them back to back. There were four others surrounding them, one of which was picking himself up from the ground after being punched in the kisser.

The enemy crew lunged at the pair and with tired attempts the defending duo managed to clock two but became overwhelmed. The taller of the two buckled under pressure and fell to his knees, catching a fast kick that finished his trip to the ground. His partner retaliated by delivering a swift elbow to the gut to the one that kicked his partner. That's when things got extra messy.

The remaining three fighters ganged up on the slender shadow and Naruto actually flinched when he heard the fist-to-nose connection. Something cracked. There was no way it wasn't broken.

Another hit came and a rough gasp, hurled from the victim's mouth. He went down hard, gripping his stomach. Naruto assumed that'd be the end but it only got worse when the raiders began kicking and stomping on the losers. That should've been enough for they kept at it.

Naruto got angry. There was a code to abide by in these streets and these fools weren't following it.

Win the battle then get loss. You never kick a man while he's down. Fucking shame he had to be the one to rehearse this lesson. The beat of warm rain soaked through Naruto's graphic tee, molding to impressive muscles, as he removed his raincoat and used it to cover the food and textbooks. With a matching hardcore smile to boot, he pushed back his sleeves and stepped out.

It was on now. "Yo!" He shouted, appearing at the entrance of the ally.

He'd never been the type to fight fair when his opponents didn't. Fuck that honor code bullshit. He came sprinting past metal bins and discarded debris, arm drawn back, landing a wicked blow to the one to his left. Naruto's sudden appearance left the others too stunned to counter his round-house kick another one's groin. The second one went down with ease.

The other two recovered faster, charging forward. Naruto caught one of their fists before it sent him flying into the wall and twisted it around, listening to the sickening snap of bone and muscle. The man's howl of pain momentarily distracted Naruto from the fourth villain tackling him from the side and straight into the wall. The impact left him breathless but he was back on his feet in no time.

Light on his shoes, Naruto shuffled his feet on the ground, fists rose, and cocky grin in full effect. "Come on, come on." He loved fighting, be it for good or bad intentions. The blood rush, adrenaline flow in his veins and unpredictability, got him dizzy with joy. So sue him for having masochistic fetishes.

Too bad he could only see these guys outlined. It added to the pleasure when he could visually see whose ass he was kicking. "Shit—almost got me, Biggie!" Naruto taunted, dipping and dodging one of the bigger fellow's meaty assaults. Naruto ducked underneath a coming punch and fell back to ram his knee into his other's ribs.

Naruto blocked a rapid fist, but being the single fighting machine he was, could not—with extreme emphasis— could not rumble with three coming at him at once. He was held by two and the third took pathetic pleasure in firing his belly with blow for blow. Naruto felt the powerful pain crushing nasty, sour chunks out of his stomach. He counted a total of three right hooks to the jaw and two solid punches to his gut until relief came confusingly by darkness.

No he hadn't fainted.

Real jet black came out of nowhere and started slashing at the one who'd been pistoling hits in his gut. And then there was blood. Lots of red came tearing from the sides and Naruto felt the spittle of the warm fluid coming from the enemy as well as his own mouth. The two that'd been holding him were ripped away and faced a barrage of attacks. They came quick, Naruto wasn't sure how fast or if he was dreaming, but by the time it was over, he was sitting on his ass, staring at the two winners standing over their prey and breathing louder than a train.

He stared and it seemed they did too. Thank God those assholes didn't get to his eyes because he wanted to see who his miraculous saviors were. It was getting darker, the clouds pregnant with water and lightning no longer enough to be his flashlight to the darkness. What little vision he had stayed trained on the two.

The slender, taller one with what looked like very long hair cascading down his back, sighed harshly and suddenly collapsed.

Naruto's eyebrows rose past his hairline when the other turned to look at him and Naruto nearly pissed himself dry when the lightning struck and it created this luminous flash of crimson coming from the stranger's eyes.

Yeah. . . he wouldn't freak out. Nope, no he wouldn't. The crazy ones always got killed first.

"What's up?" Uzumaki greeted with casual maturity. He thought it best to play nice with the mean people.

Then the red eyed person started to walk toward him, making it only three feet until he too, dropped to his knees and landed in a puddle.

Well shit.

A slight frown bunched Naruto's forehead as he tilted his head and debated on whether he should tap the fallen comrades with his foot. Just to see if they were alive, of course. He should've been taking his ass home but stupidity overruled common sense. Naruto shifted to the balls of his heels and stood up, stopping and kneeling by the person's side. He knew the basics for first aid and reached out to feel around for injuries.

A large callous hand darted out and gripped his wrist hard enough to crack bone. The dark one's head lifted and a command followed, "Get the fuck away from me," The rumbling voice rolled to the pit of Naruto's stomach like a tumbling beehive.

"See, I really would," Naruto smirked, softly pulling his wrist free. "But I got this bad habit of helping folks who help me, even if they don't want it."

"Tough," the voice grunted, coughing and trying on a stronger note. "I'm not asking for your help."

"Too bad, cause I'm offering it anyway." Naruto really wished it wasn't so dark. He wanted to match a face to that voice. "Hold still," he leaned over and hooked his hands underneath the man's armpits—he blinked once, squeezed, then blinked twice. "The fuck?"

Why did it feel like he was touching house shoes? Naruto's frown gradually transformed into a concentrated scowl as his fingertips traveled up fuzzy ropes of muscle and onward to powerfully sculpted biceps—he squeezed—oh, those were thick and hairy as hell.

Naruto bit his bottom lip, leaning back on his heels confused. The figure shifted painstakingly on his side, red eyes a glow, "Get lost," he grouched, snatching away from the probing points. "I don't need your—"

Lightning flashed wildly in the sky above, brilliantly stealing away the dark for a full ten seconds. It was all the time Naruto needed to see what he'd just touched.

He first remembered that face pale as vanilla yogurt. Slanted red eyes became back under the lightning. Slick tangles of ebony hair clung to the side of that angled face like drizzles of spilled oil. There was fur . . . fur that was smooth, glassy sleek from the base of his neck down the entirety of his back, ending beneath the hem of its denim jeans. What probably captivated Naruto the most during those ten seconds were long, very long narrowly pointed ears jutting out the sides of the man's head, ending with tuffs of spitting hair.

By the time the show was over, the man—person—thing, had fallen unconscious again, leaving Naruto with a world of questions and the urge to learn more.

Boy . . . was Kiba going to get a kick out of this.