This one shot was written for a friend of mine while we were both in in-school detention a few years ago, but I thought it was good enough to go around. I do not own Naruto or any of the characters therein. I don't really want to either. Well, it's Sasuke's girlfriend's birthday. What does he get her? X3 Tis short, but enjoy!

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Snake Bites

Sasuke sighed, not believing what he had done. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but… he knew she would.

His eye twitched, ashamed of himself for being so wiped. 'Toughen up, Sasuke!'

But, inside, he knew he would do anything to make her happy.

Even get snake bites.

"Sasuke! There you ar- Oh, my GOD!" Mitsuki ran up, hugging him as hard as she could. "I told you that you would look good with snake bites!"

"Happy birthday…" Sasuke sighed again, letting her hug him.

"Awwww! You remembered!" She stopped hugging him. "You know, you may act tough and all, but I know you're really sweet." He rolled his eyes at her, then slowly smiled.

"Why do you smile, Sasuke?" He ruffled her hair.

"Remember your fetish with piercings?" Mitsuki pouted, fixing her hair.

"It's not a fetish."

"It is, and you know it."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it i- Never mind, okay?"

Mitsuki huffed, crossing her arms. "Anyway, what about it?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I'm not in the mood now."

"Mood for what?"

"You were always curious."

"Curious about what?"

His eye twitched. "Think snake bites."

Mitsuki's eyes widened. "Oh."

"Still curious?" Sasuke reached out, taking her hand, smirking. "Don't worry; you won't be for long."

Mitsuki didn't have time to admire Sasuke's house; they were busy by the time they reached the front door. Their lips locked together tightly; it took quite an effort for Sasuke to open the door.

He led her to the sofa, pushing her down. He sat down, pulling her into his lap, locking them together once more.

Mitsuki blushed deeply; she had never imagined that they would be so fun. Sasuke pulled them apart. Mitsuki was out of breath; so was Sasuke.

"Still curious?"

Mitsuki licked her lips. "Oh, yeah. But about a completely different thing."

Sasuke smirked, knowing exactly what she meant.

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Itachi came home, the mail in his hand. He flipped through it as he walked through the door.

He stopped abruptly.

'Sasuke has a letter form Harvard?'

Itachi set his uncle's mail on the table, walking upstairs.

Without thinking, Itachi opened Sasuke's door.

"Sasuke, yo- " Itachi stopped talking.

"What the Hell, Itachi? Ever heard of knocking?" Sasuke half-sat up, glaring at his brother, breathing heavily.

Itachi blinked, and knew he was going to throw up. He shook his head, closing the door.

"You're washing your own sheets."