The Best Friend
KeepItLEGIT
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Prologue
"Don't Trust Me"
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A huge house in the furthest corner of the most exclusive Konoha subdivision, Destiny Falls, a grand pool in the backyard, pink, yellow, purple, and blue lights flashing out of the many windows, lighting up the night sky, music filling the once-empty air. Screams of excitement evaded neighbors ears, then water splashing, the walls of their establishment shaking because of the booming speakers set up around the house, the stupid DJ playing request songs at request volumes, a live up and coming band popular in the area playing in the backyard.
Girls ran around in skimpy excuses of bikinis, 'accidently' brought beer, vodka, martinis, and margaritas running through systems, hoots and hollers, laughs and guffaws loud in the night for especially reckless people, smiles on every face. Except for one face, in fact, she looked like she would through up at any given second.
Haruno Sakura ran up her stairs with partially blind eyes, bumping into people she barely knew who were making out against the railing, some even falling and breaking…that was her mother's vase she got from Zimbabwe! Upon further inspection, Sakura found it was, in fact, not—thank Kami—but just a vase she'd bought with her Dad from Busy Bee. Her hands flew from clutching her stomach in upset, nonetheless.
"Ohmigod! What in the flipping fuck is that about!" She yelled, exasperated, face red from both anger and one beer too many. The two love struck teens, sprawled on the hardwood flooring and holding their behinds, looked up to Sakura with scared eyes, but the boy grinned wide, a row of sharp teeth shining. "Gomensai, Sakura-chan! I'll pay for that later!" A pretty blonde girl with blue eyes bit her lip apologetically, gripping her boyfriend of the week for dear life.
Sakura's brilliant green eyes narrowed deviously. "You had better, dogface! I don't even know why I—" Her stomach churned again, something disgustingly goopy rising from her stomach and up her esophagus practically chocking her. She held up a finger, her other hand coming to her throat as she swallowed. "Ugh…yeah, just pay me back next time I bring Bagel to training, alright?"
She didn't even wait to hear his, "Yeah, no problem, Sakura-chan!"for she was already skipping quickly up the rest of the staircase, weaving her way around the crowd partying on the balcony with little 'excuse me's and shoves. When it finally cleared, she took a huge breath, relieved of all the sweaty dancing people, alcohol breath, and overused, abused perfume that was not helping her current situation with the DO-NOT-PUKE-ON-THE-CARPET deal.
Sakura ran out of her heels, rounding a corner and heaving a breath of relief when she reached the desired room—otherwise called the bathroom. She yanked open the door only to see to see two Seniors, one of which with chocolate brown hair that is usually in twin buns that she recognized from school, and the other…she knew him from all the stories…, were in the middle of doing the do. Her stomach lurched again, whether it be from disgust or her poor alcohol holding-ness, and she squealed, slamming the door closed quickly.
I thought that stuff only happened in the movies, Sakura thought, catching her breath, regaining her composure before another couple came that way. She smiled innocently, "Hi. You better not be thinking of fucking in my parents' room—since mine isn't even an option."
She nodded to a set of double doors with a sign written in pink glitter marker and adorned with stickers that said, 'Come in Here And I'll Personally Remove You From Earth' on the front, a jump rope tied around the golden handles.
The two of them laughed nervously before sprinting off to some other unoccupied room of her house.
"Gosh," Sakura sighed, bringing a hand to her forehead, moving her sweeping bangs that were sticking to the feverish sweat, closing her eyes. She was going to spew out all of her dinner at this rate if she didn't get to another bathroom. So, looking around for people—because she didn't want anyone to know that she didn't really lock the doors to her own bedroom, duh—she took three nauseated steps across the hall, and, trying to keep her vision normal and not triple, she untied the jump rope around the knobs.
Turning the handle down and then pushing without more trouble than feeling like she would fall over if she let go, the door clicked open, and she blinked open her eyes, only to see a boy—well, not boy…young man? No, teenager?—in her room, going through her drawers. She hiccupped, then screeched, pointing, "Did I even invite you?"
His dark blue eyes widened considerably and he cursed himself for not even thinking to ditch when her heard the door open, going out the window that he used to come in. His quick mind thought of ways to fix the situation, rapidly pulling a charm necklace from a jewelry box he found in one of her drawers into his back pocket, faster than any normal human eye could catch, and he furrowed his brows, a confused grin on his face.
"Yeah, you did. Remember, Summer Camp in Suna, summer of eighth grade?" He said in a persuasive voice, throwing his hands up in innocence to thicken his act. The girl's eyes were hazy, glazed over in drunken sickness, and he couldn't be happier. She'll fall for the lie and forget he was here. Bonus points. "I was in the cabin across from you."
She nodded slowly, comprehending and remembering false memories. "Oh yeah…you really slimmed out…I wonder if you can still beat Choji in—" A hand slapped to her mouth and she shook, before swallowing thickly. "Make yourself useful and hold my hair while I puke, um…"
"Daisuke." He said casually, filling in her open sentence.
Sakura nodded quickly, toddling as quickly as possible to her bathroom, grabbing his hand in an iron hard grasp, pulling him to the bathroom with her. His face convulsed, and unconsciously he pulled back, "I-um-I really have to—"
She fell to the tiled flooring of her bathroom, pulling the athletically built 'Daisuke' with her. "Hold my hair!" She managed to rasp before her hands slapped onto the toilet, her dry heaving just a few short seconds later, little chunks of unidentifiable objects plopping into the water.
His dark, perfectly arched eyebrow twitched in disgust, and he himself begin to feel sick, until he remembered he was playing a part. And currently he had to hold pink hair while this girl spit out her insides.
Great…He drawled sadistically when she started making totally unnecessary sound effects, just two steps away from escaping with a perfect mission and Strawberry Shortcake decides to let out some filling.
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He handed her a washcloth from atop the bathroom counter, right next to an exceedingly large sink, and ordered, "Wipe your face."
Sakura, still a little woozy, though that just could've been lightheadedness nodded dryly out of habit, only comprehending the words at least a minute later. Feeling like a complete dunce in front of Daisuke, who she could admit, even in her drunkenness, got way hotter over these summers. His hair was still the same messy brown rag, eyes the same deep blue, but something was different. Maybe he got braces.
After an official sixty seconds passed, she slapped herself mentally, taking the pink cloth he'd offered her, and wiping her mouth. For one, she just threw up in front of him and ordered him to hold her hair, which was probably not at its softest and for another…
Her green eyes watched him as he rose; dusting off his pants, and something like panic ran over her. She shot up and gripped his arm, "Don't leave!"
"…Why not?"
Stupid girl keeping him from returning to base and her stupid green eyes that are so stupidly stupid pretty.
Sakura giggled, removing her hands from his forearm. That was a tad bit overdramatic. "Can you stay with me?" He raised a brow. "I just don't want to go back and it's quietest in my room and you obviously don't want to party either since you were up here in the first place. Why were you up here anyway?"
The boy cleared his throat, and then crossed his arms, buying time. "I, um, had a headache and—you said it—it's not so loud in here. I was too disoriented to notice that sign on your door. I was just about to—"
"No, you were going threw my jewelry box."
Daisuke's eyes widened, before crinkling in faux amusement. I really hate henges…he mumbled mentally, while smiling, "I got curious. Sorry."
Sakura murmured what sounded like a, "Oh, okay, then," as she flicked off some lights beside her king sized bed, and, for the lights being so small, they lit up the room much brighter than he thought. It was practically sunset dim in her bedroom now. Sakura, noticing the slight flinch in his muscles laughed, plopping on the mattress, "Much better. I hope you don't mind—but you shouldn't, seeing as you had a headache. You can sit on the bed if you want."
He moved onto the bed, it creaking a little at the new added weight, and kept his distance from Sakura, staying to almost the edge itself. If there was one thing he was always going to be, henge or not, it would be a gentleman. If that's what those are called, anyway. Sakura grabbed her remote from underneath her pillow, flicking on a TV against the wall, directly across from her.
"Do you want to watch any—?"
"No. I should really be getting home." I should really be getting back to headquarters so I can give this antidote to Kakashi, he corrected mentally.
Sakura pouted, full-on puppy dog lip. "Oh…well, it was nice seeing you again, Daisuke-kun. I'm glad you came to the party, though, even if you had to leave early." She finished her sentence quickly, following after Daisuke the whole while to the big doors of her bedroom, a pleading attempt to keep him from leaving. She didn't know why but she was just attracted to the guy.
Just when she about to run into his back, he stopped, and looked down at her—oh, how height changes things. He cracked a smile while managing not to wish suicide upon himself, "I, err, well, thanks for in—"
Small arms wrapped around his waist and he tensed, feeling a pink head against his chest, and a squeeze. She must be really drunk. "Um, I think that—"
"Wait! You still have a crush on me right?" Sakura asked with a grin, glancing up to him with pastel green eyes, still a little clouded.
He tried wriggling out of her surprisingly strong grip around him, but just grumbled, defeated. "Yes, but its ok—mmph!"
Soft lips landed on top of his, and, the first thing he registered was strawberries; despite just puking like a pregnant woman just maybe five minutes ago, her lips tasted like strawberries, at their ripest and best condition. He wasn't one to admit to liking sweets, either, but this, was tolerable. Despite himself, he found his body working against his mind, returning the soft kiss.
Sakura laughed. "I was stupid not to like you all those years ago…you turned out pretty cute—but, really, you don't look much different. You feel different; like your spirit is, I don't know, stronger?"
He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head as Naruto does whenever he gets caught in one of his own traps. "Well, three years is a long time."
"Yeah, I guess. I'll, um, see you some time," She stood on tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Bye, Daisuke-kun! You're parents should be in the driveway if they followed the instructions on the invite."
Daisuke waved his hand, stepping out of the bedroom. "You might see me sooner than you think."
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Sasuke tried to seem casual walking through the suburb that he lived in with his henge dropped, but he was slightly on edge (not scared) that at any second someone—particularly old—might pop out and point at him, asking him all this questions about why he was out so late without a parent or guardian, blah blah blah. He's sixteen, and in a couple days, he'll be a full Junior at the Academy. His teacher already trusted him with missions as important as, and even more so than, the one he just got back from.
Dr. Haruno, whom he guessed was that girl's father going off the vibrant green eyes they both shared, had something the whole world could possibly want one day, but, for now, he has it.
A wide smirk of triumph rose to his lips. Not even that Hyuuga could get it; and he's an entire year older.
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"Pssst! Sasuke-teme!" Someone whispered (overstatement of the year) from Sasuke's left, along with the pulling up of a sleek black car—one that would almost never be identified if not for the streetlights and sounds of tire against tar. It stopped right at the curb in front of him, and a window rolled down further, revealing the whole face of Uzumaki Naruto.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Get out the front seat," he ordered, opening the door and seconds away from pushing the blonde idiot out of the seat himself, and into the back.
Naruto just snickered, "Um, no!" His laughter halted immediately, blue eyes widening and examining Sasuke's face so that it not only freaked Sasuke out—hello, he's not gay—but also the driver of the car.
"Naruto, we don't stare at—" Kakashi's statement was cut short when the blonde gasped animatedly, pointing.
"Teme! There's lipstick on your cheek!" He peered closer, "It looks like…Revlon? Maybe—no, that's definitely not…"
The Uchiha glared, seething, hoping that would distract the guessing blonde from noticing his reddening cheeks. "Get. In. The. Back. Seat." He pronounced.
"Only after you admit you got more than one mission accomplished tonight!"
Keys turned and with it, the motor ceased to run, and Sasuke felt one lazy, charcoal eye examining him. He didn't even have to turn toward the man to know that he was contemplating Naruto's blabber for truth. "Hm…no, Naruto, there's no lipstick on his cheek."
"See! Now get your—"
Kakashi smiled, fabric of his mask wrinkling. "Its colored lip gloss and it's also on his lips," he honked the horn twice, "Seems like somebody's hormones finally kicked into gear!"
That is the lamest car joke I've ever heard, Sasuke grumbled, ripping open that backdoor of the car, sitting like an angry toddler in the seat. He really wonders how the two of them even made it past the third grade.
And that's pushing it for Naruto.
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A/N: I have no idea where this idea came from…but…I like it! LOL.
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~KeepItLEGIT (Ryan)