Yo! New Chapter! Still completely incomplete. Whoa, that was an oxymoron. Cool. Well I hope you enjoy my story so far!!

Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. But I do have Sasuke-kun chained up in my room, right next to Jacob, so I guess I kinda own them. -creepy smile- Haha jk jk Enjoy though!!

By the way, there is some pretty foul (like vulgar, not lemony) language in this chapter so if you don't like that then I don't know what to tell you. This might be a pretty boring chapter but I don't know yet. So enjoy! I guess...

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Well, the shower was a success, surprisingly. Ayake had stepped out and dried off without a hitch. It was once she had to figure out what clothes to wear that she had a problem; after wearing clothes on a mission for a week and a half, they didn't smell too pretty. So she was forced to borrow one of Sasuke's plain black shirts and a pair of his old khaki shorts, both of which fit just fine. Yes, Ayake probably could have used a kawarimi to retreive her own belongings, but that would involve chakra, and a will to do so, which the latter she had none of. Being completely lazy and slighly hungover, she decided her own clothes were not worth the pain.

She walked calmly out of the bathroom to find one bright red Uchiha bolt upright, and clinging to his bedsheets, his eyes shut tight with a fierce look of almost pain on his face.

"You alright Sasuke-chan? That sake last night too much for you?" Hangover or not, she would not let a chance to bruise his ego go by without taking it.

"Urusai... Ahg!" Sasuke grabbed his head, gingerly rubbing his temples in an act to eliviate the pain. "Aa... Where's the coffee?" he groped for a cup, squinting against the suddenly bright lights in his bedroom.

With a chuckle she ripped the blanket from him and dragged him down the stairs to his kitchen.

After stumbling down the steps the black-haired kunoichi sat her grumbling teammate down in a kitchen chair and started brewing a pot of joe.

"Sleep well?" She laced her fingers together propping up her chin. She couldn't help but grin at how unlike himself he looked, aggitated, ruffled, and completely revealing his emotions. When had he lost that façade of calm, collected, coolness? That sense of utter control? Had it been after the fourth shot, or the tenth? Whenever it was, she must have missed it. What about her? Was she letting anything slip from her normal routine? Had she let herself go? She prayed to Kami that she hadn't, just like every other shinobi, she had way too much to hide, even if it was from her teammate.

"Is that coffee ready yet?" An order. It was a step towards the norm.

"Just chill for a sec yakamashii," she laughed again, how many times had she done that in the last twleve hours? She poured a cup of the dark, sharp scented brew and got herself a glass of water. She set the mug on the table in front of Sasuke, waiting for him to look up and drink it while she traced the rim of her glass with her fingers, a habit she had picked up from assorted teahouses in Konoha. She loved to watch people, to learn about people. Having been neglected of positive human contact for the first few years of her life she wanted to make up for it now, the more she knew about people the easier it was for her to please or displease them.

He picked up his almost cool cup of anti-hangover and drained near half of its contents. He looked up to see an unusually amused Ayake staring at him, a smile reminiscent of a certain blonde friend of his plastered on her face. Her fingers played along the thin edge of the glass, dancing like spiders spinning webs around and around and around, hypnotizing the eyes of any sober, or even slightly so, person to stare at them for too long. His eyes followed her thin, yet calloused fingertips as they spun, slid, and glided across the pristine, clear surface of the glass that seemed to reflect his very thoughts. He began to see the trail they left behind in the twisting, twirling journey infront of him, an almost clear bluish purple set of lines that fell behind her nails as they soundlessly tapped along the glass, her water untouched. Untouched, he knew now what that felt like, for so long he had been somehow alone, always a hair's breathe away, never really touching. He wondered what it would feel like to have those finger dance across his skin, how that smooth, fluid movement would feel on his body, how... he had to stop thinking like that. He wouldn't get anything done if he thought like that, never finish anything if he let people get close to him again.

"Have to leave," he snapped his eyes back up, a chair was being dragged across his floor extremely roughly, the shrieks of the chair legs sending shivers down his back.

"Pardon?" Sasuke squinted at his somewhat pushy teammate like it would make the words readable across her forehead.

"I said I am going to have to leave now, Saucey-chan. I don't plan on moving in here anytime soon, so I think I should go. You never know what errands Sakura, Naruto, or Hokage-dono might need me to do. Training with Kakashi-sensei too today. So I'll see ya later, ja ne Saucey-kun!" she mockingly winked at her ex-nukenin teammate and skipped out the front door.

"Why the hell are all of the crazy, bipolar, psycotic people are on my team," he rubbed his temples at how moody all three of his "important people" are.(*)

Finishing his coffee Sasuke proceeded to get dressed and meet Naruto at Ichiraku for their daily breakfast, or Naruto's breakfast and Sasuke's quiet time.

"So how'd it go last night??" Naruto was extremely curious. He slurped his ramen, eyeing the Sharingan user quizzically(*)

"What are you talking about dobe?" Sasuke wasn't sure what he meant by his last statement, but he knew that that perverted Jiraiya had worsened his already annoying demeanor even more with his "novels".

"I mean did you do it? Did ya seal the deal? Did you butter her muffin? How was it? Is she hot under all that weaponry and padding? What happened? Come on, I'm your best friend, tell me!" Naruto was always eager to know how Sasuke had faired with women; being the competitive lout that he was he always made it a competition with everything, especially women.

"Nothing happened idiot, just shut up. Naruto no suke, she's your teammate for Kami's sake." The hearthrob turned to face away from Naruto, pushing back the thoughts of her from earlier that morning. Damn those little devils we call hormones.

"Are you kidding me?! How can you have a hot Kunoichi sleep in your house and not get some?! Man! Almost all of the Kunoichi in Konoha are smokin' hot! How can you not want some of that?!" Naruto paused, he gave his ice cube of a best friend such a creepy yet serious glare that it forced him to turn to face him, all the while sending a wave of chills down his back. "Unless... You're gay."

"What?!"

"There's nothing wrong with you being gay, I meant I'll still be you're best friend and all man, but I'm not crashing at your place for awhile."

"What the hell?! I'm not-"

"No no no, you don't have to explain yourself to me Sas-gay, it's alright. But if the next time I sleep over at your house I find you trying anything at all on me I'm gunna Rasengan your ass."

"You idiot! I'm not friggin'-"

"HEY EVERYONE! THE FAMOUS UCHIHA SASUKE IS-" A deathly grip encircled Naruto's throwat and covered his mouth. He truned his head, the small amout that he could, to face a pair of blazing red Sharingan, threatening a punishment worse than death if he tried to utter another word.

"I'm not gay Naruto no baka. So shut up before I break both your legs and destroy your chance of ever having children AND becoming Hokage. Got that?" Naruto gulped down the fear wadded in his throat and nodded; he was scared shitless.

"Good, and if you ever say that again, I will kill you. Got that?" Another nod and the hyperactive blond was released. shortly after the two parted ways, Naruto running off to do whatever it is he does everyday, leaving Sasuke to wander.

Having no place in particular to go, the jagged young man closed his eyes and let his feet take him wherever he was supposed to be. He felt like he was alone again, on his own with noone to catch him if he fell. He had felt like this so long he didn't know if it would ever go away. He only knew it came in waves of a sort. He felt alone when his family was killed, that's when it started, back then it was a sharp stabbing knife in his heart, now it was a heavy throbbing pain where his heart should have been. He had learned to live with the pain, but that didn't keep it from wearing away at his easily influenced soul. Unlike Naruto, Sasuke didn't always know what he wanted to do, only what he knew would help him attain his goal. He never knew where he was going, just that he was going.

With his hands shoved in his pockets Sasuke matched his breathing with his footsteps, emptying his mind of any distracting thoughts. He kept walking with no direction, looking for somewhere to be, just to be. He opened his eyes to see the training ground he had first met his maniac teammates.

The posts were still in place, the ground still a dead light yellow, the trees still hiding it from civillians. He saw something thathad changed since he was child in the feild too. A shinobi, and a friend of his, almost his surogate father. Hatake Kakashi, Copy Ninja of Konoha.

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Urusai- Shutup/Noisy

Yakamashii- Noisy (I do not speak Japanese so I'm not sure if this is the right context for this form of the word)

[Name] no suke- [Name] you pervert/ [Name] you're a pervert. Generally that idea, the same goes for baka (idiot instead of pervert).

*I have nothing against bipolar, psycotic, crazy or otherwise different people. It's just to go with the writting. And if anything else like this is or comes up in the story it's not meant to be discriminatory in any way. 2, This is a point to when Sasuke said he never wanted to see another important person die infront of him again.

IF YOU ARE NOT 13 OR OLDER DON'T READ THIS NEXT LINE, JUST SKIP IT.

*If a quiz is quizzical what's a test?

I know, I don't upload chapters all at once, im sorry, I upload bits at a time.... Thanks NaruLoverAi!! The first and only person to coment on my story... Man I wish someone would read this... I think it's good... :( Well, i hope you people that read this will enjoy the entire story once it's done... Please R&R!! Flames welcome!!