Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.. That great responsibility rests on the shoulders of Masashi Kishimoto. Which is probably best.. 'cause it'd be a yaoi fest if I did. Muwhaha..

Warning: This is a yaoi fic! To be blunt.. Boyxboy love. If you don't like that sort of thing, or it scares you, you suck. Get out. Besides that, there's probably going to be a lot of cursing, maybe some violence. And of course, my favorite, lemon! (Sorry, I'm a hentai) No lemon in this chapter though.

Bleh, I feel like crap.. But I gotta stay up, 'cause school awaits me. Oh joy.. I'm so excited, can you tell? I've been up writing this dumb fanfic. The chapter is a little shorter than intended, but I promise there will be some yaoi to enjoy in the next chapter!

-Sniffles.- Give me a break, I'm trying. Please review!

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Naruto's POV

I drum my fingers across the table I'm sitting at, creating a beat that I bob my head to happily. People are staring, probably wondering if I'm already drunk. But maybe if they took the time to get to know me they'd also know I'm not. Then again.. I'd be wondering too..

But, who cares, right?

Not like I need them, one of these days I'll be Hokage, then they'll be sorry they weren't more friendly. I chuckle to myself with the thought, it helps reassure me that I don't look stupid sitting here all alone. But Kakashi sensei told us to meet here at this time, should have figured he'd be late, like always. I shrug to myself, a bad habit I have, making gestures and talking even when no one is there to see, or listen.

I guess that's probably why I talk so much when people are around, it's the only time I have interaction with someone besides my weekly lunch date with Iruka. Even then we don't talk much, who would when they have ramen to eat? Ramen's damn good, incase you didn't know.

My thoughts seep away as I catch a glimpse of pink through the silhouettes of the other patrons, there's only one person I know who has that color hair.

"Oi!" I call out, grinning wildly. "Sakura-chan!"

She looks around, trying to see who's calling her name, so I raise a hand and wave at her. When she finally catches the gesture I see a frown come across her features. It doesn't really bother me, it's what she usually does when she realizes I'm not Sasuke. Stupid pretty boy..

"Hi, Naruto." She says flatly as she walks over, still looking disappointed.

"Hi!" I exclaim, happy with the company, even if she doesn't like me all that well.

Beggars can't be choosers, eh?

She takes a seat at the other side of the table, getting settled in the booth, across from where I am instead of chancing to sit next to me. Hn, no explanation needed there. I take it she expects Sasuke to sit with her, because I swear she looks like she's guarding the seat beside her. Oh well, sitting next to Kakashi isn't so bad, right?

"So nice of you to join us," Comes a familiar voice, that sounds like it's beside Sakura.

We both jump, turning to see Kakashi who appears like he's been there all the while. He's in the booth with Sakura, sitting lazily, propping himself against the back of his seat. Somehow the sneaky bastard managed to not only appear out of no where, but he's on the other end in the seat Sakura was guarding. I almost want to laugh at the look on her face, but I just keep grinning instead.

"How the hell-" I began.

"Practice." He answers, grinning as usual.

I shake my head not trying to understand how he did it, he's always like that. Unreadable, and unpredictable, one minute he falls for a prank, getting hit in the head by a brick, the next he's saving your ass on some impossible mission. Always a mystery.

"Well, if you're here that must mean Sasuke's really late.." Sakura says, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hello to you too, Sakura," Kakashi teases, trying to sound hurt.

"What if he got injured and is bleeding on the side of the road!" She ignores his statement completely, babbling on in a way that could almost compare to my own rants.

For once I say nothing, the attention she's showering on someone who's not even here makes me sick. I should be used to it, he's always in the lime light. Never a moment dedicated to someone else, it's all about Sasuke.

Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke..

"Sasuke! I'm so glad you came!" Sakura exclaims as I hear a soft 'thump' to my right.

Ngh, speak of the devil.

"Pft, what took ya so long, those skinny legs of yours can't walk any faster?" I snicker, turning to flash him a toothy grin he doesn't even take the time to look at. Cheeky bastard..

"Shut up, Naruto," The girl nearly spits at me, "I like your legs, Sasuke."

Oh, please.. Gag me, will you?

"But he does have nice legs.." I hear myself mumble under my breath.

Wait.. What the hell was that?!

I really need to learn not to talk to myself, especially when there are already people around to hear me. And why in Kami's name did I say that? Something's wrong with me, maybe the alcohol? But we haven't had any yet! I feel heat collect around my face, and I know I'm blushing. Though luckily no one seems to take notice, and none of them appear to have heard me.

Woo. Close one.

"Now, now," Kakashi chides, "We're here to celebrate, not bicker." For once I'm thankful for the interruption.

Before I even realize it there's a bottle of sake on our table, along with four glasses to match, Kakashi reaches over, setting out the glasses and pouring some into each of them. After complimenting my teammates legs, the male teammate on top of that, I'm more than ready for a drink. I grin stupidly, hiding my true feelings of embarrassment as I reach over, hastily grabbing one of the glasses. I almost empty it right there, but of course Kakashi has to make his toast.

"To the best damn team in the entire villiage." Kakashi rasies his glass and we all knock them together, creating a definite chime.

I throw my head back, ignoring the spill I create as I down the alcohol, the burn it causes in my throat is welcoming and hot. Soon I'm done, and I reach over refilling my glass again, proceeding to do with it what I did with the first. Kakashi gives me a wary look, filling his own glass while I drink. Sasuke seems a little surprised that I'm already on my second, though Sakura only takes a sip then turns to the raven haired boy beside me.

Here it comes.. The nightly conversation of meaningless praise toward the Uchiha.

"Sasuke was your walk over okay?" Her tone of sticky sweetness makes me drink faster.

"Yeah," He says in his usual monotone, I refill my glass.

"Mine too! It's pretty nice outside right?" She's trying too hard. I press the glass to my lips.

"I guess," He replies. This is so stupid.

"How come you didn't ask me how my walk was?" I ask, hearing my voice rise out in an echo seeing as how my mouth is still located on the rim of my glass.

"Because you probably ran, and I don't care," She shoots back, go figure

So what if I ran? Running is good for you.

Sasuke appears to be thinking, glaring at Sakura for some reason. Sometimes I wonder if there's something behind those glares, maybe a reason for their appearance. Then again he always looks unhappy with something, I've learned trying to look into it just confuses you more. Oh well..

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I'm so drunk right now I can hardly stand it, my mind is beyond numb, and I'm enjoying it. Tomorrow I'll probably think back on this and call myself a dumbass, but for now I'm going with it. Plus, this always seems to get on everyone's nerves, and secretly? I enjoy doing that.

Hey, at least it gets attention right? And I'm all for that, incase you hadn't noticed.

I lean over the table, slumping onto it for support before grinning.

"Heeey.. you guyzz.. Pull my finger!" I yell loud enough for the entire bar to hear, then fall into a fit of laughter.

"Shut up, dope," Sasuke almost growls. Good, I'm getting on his nerves.

Of course I'm drunk, but not nearly as drunk as I seem. I just get a kick out of making them squirm, and if I didn't know any better I'd think even Kakashi is a little fed up with me. At least they're not talking about Sasuke anymore. Nope, it's all me now.

I don't know what time it is, but I do know it's way past prince Sasuke's bedtime. That little prune probably goes to bed around nine o' clock. Well, not tonight. Half the time I pretend to pass out, waiting for Iruka sensei to come bumming around to get me. I don't know why I haven't pulled that yet, probably because I'm just extra pissed off at Sasuke.

I lean up, catching a glance at Sakura, who looks miserable.

"I have to go," She says, a small flush breaking out on her cheeks.

"Yeah, that's it for me too." Kakashi says shortly afterwards.

Wow, I really must be doing a good job, they both want to leave. I can't help my glare toward Sasuke when he receives a hug around the neck from Sakura, even though it's something he doesn't really seem to enjoy. He also gets a small pat from Kakashi, and just like that, they're gone.

Damn.. I'm good.

"Awwww... why'd they leave?" I whine, trying not to grin as I accidently bump into his side. Sasuke looks ticked.

"Because they're smart," He tells me, sighing. "C'mon.. let's get out of here."

I narrow my eyes at him, "What the hell is that su'pose ta' mean?" I ask, not intending to slur as I get up and lean onto him for support.

"Shut up," He answers, letting me lean against him.

We stumble out of the bar, and to my surprise he wraps my arm around his shoulders, holding onto me so I don't fall. Or maybe he just doesn't want me to walk off and embarrass him even more, who knows. As we start the walk I notice that I might be a little drunker than I'd originally thought. Everything around me seems to spin, and I slump my head trying to get rid of the feeling.

Aw, crap.. This is what I get for being a dick.

"Nghhh.. I think I'm going to be sick," I finally voice.

"Shimatta.. do we need to stop?" He asks after cursing.

Before I can answer I pull away from him, falling forward onto my knees in a well placed alley way. My eyes water a little, my stomach clenching as I hurl my guts up in front of my rival. Soon I feel a hand on my back, moving in soothing circular motions. Somehow it relaxes me, and I pant trying not to look down at my own stomach contents.

"Kuso.." I curse, feeling embarrassed.

"Are you alright?" Sasuke's stone cold voice almost sounds concerned.

I can't speak and I don't know why, I just don't want him to leave me here. I look up at him, hoping he'll understand what I need, everything is starting to go fuzzy. His gaze locks with my own as if to ask what's wrong, but I don't get the chance to help him along anymore as my world seeps into darkness.

I pass out cold.

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There shall be more, I promise.. Please don't kill me! Then again if you kill me I won't have to worry about updating.. Hmmm. Heh, heh, just screwin' with ya.

Thank you so much for the reviews, it keeps me going.. Even if this is a load of crap.

Welp, guess I'll see you in the next chapter. MUWHA!

Xoxoxoxo!

-Ryuzaki