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I do not own Naruto or its characters, unfortunately :( ja ne minna-san.

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Chapter 1: One Drunk and Heartbroken Boy


I sighed as I helped a tipsy Sasuke walk back to my car. He was hiccupping and snorting with laughter, a bottle of Asahi hanging loosely from his hand.

"Sakura " hic! " did you see " hic! " Ino, in there?" Hic! He choke again on his own laughter as we reached my black Mustang GT, which was parked on the far side of the car park from the club. I sighed again and fumbled for my keys, unlocking the front door and trying to open it while I supported a staggering Sasuke with the other. It was eleven at night, and I was pissed as hell when I got a call from the bloody management that Sasuke was getting a little unruly. Not that it was any surprise, of course this wasn't the first time the manager had had to call me in to pick up my dearly beloved friend Sasuke.

"S-S-Sa-Sakura," giggled Sasuke as I eased him into the front seat. He looked up at me, his dark onyx eyes turned up in a grin as he drunkenly waved his hand around. I scowled, and snatched the alcoholic bottle from his hand before throwing it out behind me. He giggled and hiccupped even more as I slammed the door on him, muttering evilly under my breath. He'd just been dumped…Again!

With a sigh, I made my way over to the driver's seat and got in, shaking my head as I looked at Sasuke, who was leaning forward in his seat and rubbing his fingers all over the window. With a groan, I exclaimed, "Sasuke, put on your damn seatbelt!"

You see, when it comes to women, Sasuke has the shittiest luck ever, worse than anyone else's. Even Naruto has a loving girlfriend, but Sasuke, with all his good looks and wealth, can't seem to hold down a girlfriend for more than a week.

We're on the main road now when I see a police car on the side of the road, light's flashing as a figure beside it held out an arm and signaled me to stop. I obliged, and cruised to a halt before a policewoman of about thirty, with red eyes and messy long black hair, her nametag on her uniform Officer Yuuhi Kurenai. She held a breathalyzer in her hand.

"Breath check, please," she said, staring suspiciously at the highly intoxicated Sasuke in my passenger's seat. "Looks like your friend could use some help." I merely sighed, and after being cleared from the woman, nodded her goodnight as I drove back home with Sasuke in tow. I lived in suburban of Konoha in a one bedroom apartment, which believe or not, I'd often share with a drunken Sasuke.

"SAKURA!" wailed Sasuke as I dragged him to the front door, house key in my free hand. I scowled as I opened the door and led him in, shutting the door behind us as I did so. He sniffled and wiped his nose on my shoulder, making me groan in disgust as I slammed my hand onto the light switch.

"Sasuke!" As soon as we were in the living room, I wasted no time in throwing the heavily crying Uchiha on to my couch, scrunching up my nose as the scent of his drunkenness reached my nose. He was a sight, tears were streaming down his face and mucus was bubbling from his nose as he clutched one of the cushions to his chest, wailing loudly about 'how Ino had broken his heart and left him for another or something like that'.

"Saaaaakkkuuuurrrraaaaa!" he bawled, lifting the cushion to his face and smearing it with tears and snot. I frowned in annoyance and went to get a pillow and blanket for him, shaking my head in disapproval. By the time I got back to the living room, he was lying sprawled on the couch with his limbs outstretched everywhere, the cushion still obscuring his face. He was a goner.

"That fucking idiot," I muttered to myself, re positioning his body so that he was in a more comfortable pose. I stared down at the Uchiha as I gently placed the pillow under his head, sighing. I swear, sometimes, he is such a lost case. Initially, it had hurt me whenever I saw him come to me, heartbroken and in tears. I guess after a couple of years of the same routine you just get used to seeing your best friend getting down in the dumps whenever his girlfriend for the week dumped him. Pulling the blanket over his sleeping figure, I shut off the lights and went to bed.


"I'm selfish, arrogant and narcissistic, but that's okay. Because as long as you're mine, you keep my demons at bay."