For one, Naruto is not mine, but the ideas in this story are mine. Yo, hey everyone, this is my first fic I've ever posted up, so enjoy/constructive criticism is welcomed.

Summary: At a party, meeting the school's psycho, Hidan, isn't what Shikamaru planned. Then, one thing led to another, even involving jail time. Just remember, the company you keep around may rub off on you. "Relationships... how troublesome..." HiShik

Rated: M

On To the Story:

He slumped onto the table, head resting on his makeshift arm-pillow, with a sigh. He obviously hated these parties, but nonetheless, Naruto insisted to have them. He was always the life of the party. Shikamaru just couldn't believe that Naruto could get any type of alcohol, since they weren't even the age. He guessed it would be easy if one had the motivation.

These parties were always so loud, and it was terribly hard to sleep. Shikamaru thought about just walking to his house, which he shared with two others, but that would cause movement and walking, which he didn't have the energy to accomplish. He didn't want to have to walk that far.

This party, he was presently at, was the same as any other one. Loud and troublesome. It was a good thing not everyone drank at them, at least some were sober, as he was. Suddenly, a body smashed into his, an arm draped around his shoulders. "Heeyy, Shi-Shik-" Hiccup. "Shika." It was Naruto. "Have a drink," his voice slurred.

Shikamaru finally brought up his head to look at him incredulously, or as much as someone who could when they were nearly asleep. They both been over this: Shikamaru did not drink. Despite his distaste, he grabbed hold of the bottle practically thrown into his face and faked taking a sip. It satisfied the blond for the moment because he disappeared from Shikamaru's side.

Shikamaru rose to his feet. It would only be a matter of time before the persistent boy came back. He decided to go upstairs to where the bedrooms were. Perhaps, he could find one without anyone there. Naruto's room was the best option. It was far the messiest and foul-smelling room with all the littered food containers.

Shikamaru sauntered through the mass of people, even having to step over a passed out teenager on the last step. He nearly jogged to the closed door, but didn't exert himself too much. He opened the door, glanced inside real quick. After deeming no one was in there, he shut the door after he stepped in. Shikamaru grimaced at everything piled on the bed.

Filthy. He shook his head and shoved off some of the pile to reach the sheet underneath. Shikamaru went to lay down, but stopped when he noticed someone in the far corner. Shikamaru met the cold stare with a blank one. Shikamaru shrugged a shoulder and laid down. As long as he kept his distance from the person, he'd be fine, he hoped.

He recognized the person as the high school's psycho, Hidan his brain gave him the name instantly. Everyone knew that for a much better life, they'd have to purposely stay clear of the legal psycho. Shikamaru didn't have even his mind to tell him to leave. He was really exhausted, neither did he care.

Quickly, sleep overtook him.

Shikamaru woke to something touching his back. Immediately, he froze. From stories he heard and events he witnessed, he absolutely knew that the school's psycho would harm you for even just looking at him. Dammit. He cautiously sat up and glanced over to where the other was before, only to realize he was closer than before.

He stared at the silver haired boy, who returned the stare. After a while, Shikamaru received a glare from Hidan. He stretched slightly, uncomfortable, but not showing it too much. "Parties are a drag," he commented.

Purple eyes stared into brown until the brown glanced away. He didn't want to introduce a staring contest with this kid, so he gazed at the door. "You don't like them?" A voice asked Shikamaru.

Shikamaru sighed. "No." He could go on and on about his dislikes on parties, but he didn't feel the need to.

"Finally, someone fucking agrees with me." Hidan grumbled, standing to his feet and approaching the bed.

Shikamaru tensed as he watched how Hidan sat back down, back against the bed. "Hm," was all Shikamaru said as he shifted closer to the other side, furthest away from the psycho. He laid back down, back turned to Hidan. He didn't think he could fall asleep again, but somehow, he did. When he woke up, it was still dark, but the lights were out now, so it was excessively dark.

He waited for his eyes to adjust until they found the figure of another person right there, sitting on the bed and staring at him again. He reached over to the lamp and twisted the small knob to create light. He actually regretted it, since he was pinned underneath another body. Shikamaru cursed his luck.

"Get off of me." He demanded; he didn't care if his actions had tremendous consequences. He twisted until a hand went to his mouth.

"You hear that?"

Shikamaru stopped struggling and listened. It was getting pretty silent downstairs. It seemed the party-goers were almost finished. Then, Shikamaru remembered his predicament and shoved hard against Hidan's shoulders. The result was almost what he expected, except that not only did Hidan fly backward, but he flew sideways off the bed to the floor on the other side.

He landed on his stomach and went to sit up, but Hidan was on his back in the next second. A hand lifted him up by his hair, and something cold pressed against his throat. Shikamaru moved his head a bit to scowl at Hidan. "What are y-" Hidan's glare cut him off.

"Don't touch me you piece of shit." He hissed.

Shikamaru was soon released after that, and the weight from his back disappeared. His head rose from its dropped position on the ground, and he glared over at the purple-eyed psycho that was currently in the middle of the bed.

"I was going to fucking ask a simple question. It was your damn fault."

"My fault?" Shikamaru raised a brow at the idiot.

"Yes, now shut up fucker." Shikamaru's eye twitched a bit. For some reason, this kid was getting on the usually calm Nara's nerves. "And go back to sleep." I like you better when you were fucking quiet, Hidan was about to add, but stopped himself since Shikamaru made no move.

Shikamaru had refused to lay on the bed, especially with the crazy one covering it, so instead, he slept on the clothes on the ground. He only hoped they were clean, which was unlikely, but it beat the alternative. He shifted as his eyes fluttered open. After he stretched a bit, he placed his hand on the sheet. He slowly closed his eyes; then they snapped open.

He was on the bed! How did he end up-

"Shika! Wake up, they want to go home." Naruto's tired-sounding voice shouted from downstairs. It wasn't as loud as usual, but louder than most.

Another feminine voice hollered. "Let's go, I need to take a shower."

FINISHED with the first chapter.