Internet kept going out, so I wrote a little piece, could become something more, I kind of like this drunk/talk-back Yamato. Anyway, enjoy :) -
A small voice inside my head said that I should probably have left about 5 minutes ago. Ugh, most times that voice didn't even come out until 5 minutes too late. I felt like an idiot, again. Whatever. Nothing new. I dragged myself into a sitting position and attempted to look around. The whole place was pretty topsy-turvy and kinda made me dizzy. I was pretty tempted to just lay my head back on the bar, but I couldn't fall asleep here and that's most definitely what would happen if I stayed. Instead I decided to focus most of my efforts on glaring at the mountain of gray hair that had just walked through the door. Asshole. Sometimes I really hated my senpai. Though I guess he wasn't really my senpai anymore. But still, I called him that. Thought of him that way. Ugh, way too complicated for my drunken brain. Sleep. Sleep would be good. My head fell forward onto the bar, again. Sometimes there's no point in fighting it.
"Tenzo?" The name barely registered, but I was instinctively annoyed.
"It's Yamato," is what I meant to say, I think it sounded more like "ehs ama toe," or something to that extent.
The silver fox of an owner of that other voice simply chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist, forcing one of mine around his shoulders. I vaguely heard him say something about bringing me home to the bartender and that I'd pay my tab tomorrow (as I usually did, this guy knew me pretty well, unfortunately). And we stumbled out of there before my old captain used the teleportation jutsu to get us to the block I lived on.
Thinking about Kakashi carrying a drunk me home always makes me slightly happier. His hair may have a couple inches of height on me, but if we both shaved our heads, I'd have a good inch or two on him. Plus, I carry at least 20 more pounds than Kakashi on any given day, being drunk and floppy adds another 10 of pure dead weight. So, you see, no matter how strong Kakashi is, I know that I'm a hassle for the old man. Ok, fine, he's only 4 years older than me, but still, you get my point. It's funny when you've known the guy as long as I have. Actually, it's funny when you've only known him for a couple hours, but I digress.
Somehow, just like any other night this happens, we got up the stairs, Kakashi took my key from under my mat, got us inside, and basically threw me on my bed. I'm sure I probably helped with that by faceplanting myself into my pillows, I just want to sleep so bad when I'm drunk. Silver head ducks down, my sandals come off, silver head disappears, a glass of water turns up on my nightstand. I pass out right about the time I hear my door close.
Another night on the town with good old friends that turned into me being drunk alone. It happened quite often. You would think I'd have gotten the message by now and stopped trying. But, like I said earlier, I'm an idiot.