Spin the Bottle
Chapter 2
By Kady-sensei
Hey everyone. This is chapter two, I own nothing, except Dai. Rawks out silently to Asian Kung-Fu Generation on mp3.
((Neko's POV))
I frowned when I didn't see Itachi come back into the room. He was probably expecting me to apologize, or something. Yet another one of his approaches to trigger what he claims is "make-up sex." I walked to the door he had stormed out of. I stuck my head out, past the doorframe. He wasn't there. What the hell? I guess he's prissier than usual today. I shrugged, feeling a little worried, but somehow more nervous about the party. Everyone was bound to be here in the next fifteen minutes. If Emo and Sasuke had finished blowing up the balloons, then everything is complete, and everything is set for the party.
I sighed, taking hurried steps towards the room where I had sent the two. The balloons were blown up, and they had decided to entertain themselves by making out animatedly on the couch.
Great.
"Break it up, Emo, Sasuke." I scolded, poking the back of Sasuke's spiked head.
Emo pulled back a second, pushing his glasses off his nose, and set them to rest, propped on his bangs. He kissed Sasuke's jaw thoughtfully. "Sasuke-kun, did you hear something?"
"Mmm, Emo-kun, I think I heard a faint squeak off in the distance." Sasuke replied, his hands fisted possessively in the front of Emo's shirt.
"Look, guys, I'm sorry for not listening to you earlier. Please restrain yourselves." I pleaded. "I don't want to see you two naked more often than I already have to, and everyone is supposed to be here in the next ten minutes.
Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rang, scaring the shit out of me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ..." I swore under my breath. "Please, guys? I promise Itachi and I will keep it more private from now on."
Emo smirked smugly. "Can I borrow Itachi's car next Saturday?"
I bit my lip. He'll kill me for giving Emo permission to use his car. "Yes, yes, just ... get decent."
Emo made a move to roll off of Sasuke, before Sasuke placed both his hands firmly on Emo's ass. Emo gave him a searching look. Sasuke winked at him, then looked at me, smirking.
"Admit that I'm superior to Itachi."
I frowned. He ran his tongue along Emo's throat, tracing his hands over Emo's stomach, earning a soft moan. I glared at him, then sighed, taking a deep breath.
"Sasuke, you may be a totally sadistic, prissy weakling, son of a bitch-"
"And that's the way I like him!" Emo laughed.
"-you are superior to Itachi." I growled at him. He smirked, nodded, and pushed Emo off him. They seated themselves comfortably on opposite ends of the couch, not meeting eachother's eyes.
"You can be friends, you know."
"Oh, I'm so relieved. I didn't think I could live for a couple hours without your warm embrace, Sasuke-kun." Emo gasped, melodramatically. Emo nuzzled himself under Sasuke's arm, settling down in that position.
"There. That's fine. Just don't get too friendly, or I'll kick you."
I then just noticed that the doorbell had been ringing nonstop for the past seven minutes. I sighed, regaining my composure and hurrying to the door. I threw it open, opening my mouth to greet whoever was on my step. I frowned, spotting the tall, skinny Ely being forced up against the wall outside my door, by the hilariously short Daimien, who was kissing him furiously. I noticed Ely's shoulderblades continuously brushed against the doorbell, setting it off whenever Daimien kissed Ely in a particularly dominant way. I poked Daimien, and he just sort of glared at me, then turned his attention back to Ely.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Dai, Ely, welcome."
Ely pushed Dai off him, straightening himself up and blushing brilliantly.
"Are we the first ones here?" Dai asked quietly, following Ely inside.
"Yes." I replied. "Other than Sasuke and Emo."
"Then why did you seperate us?" He asked sourly. "We could've made out on the step until everyone else got here."
I blinked. "You think I like having you guys necking on my step all the time?"
"Yes." Ely replied. "We're just that sexy together."
"Yeah, well I don't appreciate how sexy you are together. You were against the doorbell anyways, and the sound was getting really annoying." I lead them into the living room, where Emo was wrestling with Sasuke, trying to get him to enhale helium from one of the helium balloons.
"Take a seat." I stated dryly, seating myself in an armchair and crossing my legs, bouncing my foot apprehensively. Dai and Ely stared at Emo and Sasuke, eyebrows raised, as the wrestling turned into a snog-fest in the blink of an eye. Dai glared at me.
"And you wouldn't let us make out?"
"Shut up, Dai." I muttered irritably, throwing a fork fiercly at Emo. The blunt end hit him in the side of the head, and he automatically straightened up, allowing Sasuke to sit up, since Emo had been the one on top. They eyed me innocently.
"Why're you looking at us like that, Nee-chan?" Asked Emo, smirking evilly.
"Go to Hell." Was all that I managed to growl, before the doorbell rang twice, and I sighed heavily, and scurried to the door. I pulled it open, smiling fakely at the stupid look on a cerain fox-boy's face. In his hand, he held an unwrapped condom. He had a confused look on his face. Yeah, one of those signature Uzumaki Naruto "Huh?" faces. Inuzuka Kiba stood beside him, giggling wildly at Naruto's stunning stupidity. Standing slightly apart from the other two, was that guy that Kiba sucked off the other day, but refuses to admit his feelings for, Aburame Shino. Shino was evidentally only here because Kiba had dragged him into it. Kiba was evidentally only here to get rip-roaring drunk and screw Shino's brains out in the bathroom. Naruto was here because there was always the possibility of Sasuke getting drunk and conveniently forgetting about his boyfriend.
Yes, Naruto highly disapproved of Emo. Sasuke could do so much better. In other words, Sasuke could do him. End of story.
There was a common desire amongst the young ninjas today. A common, hormone-driven desire. A combination of sex and booze had prised them from their own homes, and they would be miserable if they didn't get what they wanted.
Except Shino.
But he didn't really have a reason to be here in the first place.
I paused musing to myself, welcoming them to my home, and ushering them inside, snatching the condom from Naruto before he could ask me what it was again. And here he wanted to screw Sasuke sometime soon ... well, Sasuke's too cool for STDS.
I followed my guests into the house, closing the door quietly. Once I reached the living room, I tossed the condom into Ely's lap. Ely blushed furiously, shoving it towards his boyfriend, who slipped it into his pocket.
"Don't look at me like that, Ely."
"Then don't look at me like that either, Neko!"
"Then don't leave your condoms on my front step, Ely."
That apparently had silenced him, as he leaned against Dai's shoulder, frowning sourly. Dai just smiled at him, and began stroking his hair affectionately. Ely all but purred at Dai's movements, and let his eyes flutter shut.
I huffed a sigh, turning to the newcomers.
"Sit down wherever there's a seat."
The group looked around. One couch had Dai and Ely curled up cozily together on it, and could probably hold maybe three more people, and the other had Sasuke and Emo on it. Sasuke had laid his head down in Emo's lap and sprawled out over the couch, stretching his legs all the way to the end, while Emo spoke to him in quieted tones, and nobody else was able to hear them due to the soft music playing on the stereo. Emo scratched his head gently, as Sasuke relaxed with the attention he was getting, his eyes sleepy. (A/n: WOW! SASUKE IS REALLY OOC! OO I never noticed it before ... Xx Gasps. But we can all forget about that now, because of Daft Punk ... Grins. Curse you, Shawna ... for putting random electric techno on my mp3 ... oh well. It's a good song. 3)
"Oi, bastard, sit up." I muttered to Sasuke, kicking his knee sharply. He glared at me, and obligued, sitting up beside Emo and placing his arm around the cat boy. Emo smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"Emo ..." I muttered in a feebly threatening tone. He quirked an eyebrow at me.
"You seem uncomfortable, Nee-chan."
The doorbell rang again.
"... I hate you." I snarled, motioning my guests to sit down in the newly freed space. Naruto eagerly leapt onto the couch next to Sasuke, making slight conversation with Sasuke, eyeing Emo from the corner of his eye. Sasuke lightly conversed back, obviously not all that entertained with the blonde trying to chat with him. Shino and Kiba sat down on Naruto's other side, feeling it better to stick near people they know, rather than the duo on the other couch whom they hadn't met.
I sighed yet again, wandering to the door and pulling it open. On my step stood the most average group I'd seen yet. Gaara of the sand stood on the step, glaring at a loud, flamboyant Rock Lee, who attempted to speak to him, but obviously was failing miserably. A little ways away from them (about as far away as one can get from someone while standing on someone else's front step) stood Nara Shikamaru, hands thrust deep into his pockets, staring up at the sky with a sort of mute fascination, paying no attention whatsoever to anything happening around him.
"Hey!" I greeted, slightly relieved that none of them were making out, or incredibly confused over finding a condom on my step. "Come on in."
Gaara gave no response, merely following me inside. Lee finally realized that the indifferent
redhead wasn't going to answer him, and also followed me inside. Shikamaru snapped out of his daydream-like state, and took up the rear, closing the door behind him. They followed me to the room where the others had seated themselves.
Naruto and Emo were having a silent staring deathmatch, Kiba and Shino were sitting in silence. Sasuke was drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch, his arm still around Emo, aware of and amused by the bitter jealousy that burned in Naruto's eyes. Dai and Ely were still holding eachother in silent bliss, apparently pretty much envelopped in their own love for eachother. So very, very, cheesy.
Shikamaru placed himself in an armchair, lazily sliding down into the chair, till he was comfortable. Gaara had sat at the other end of the couch from Dai and Ely, and Lee had seated himself next to Gaara. It was obvious that they had attended this gathering as a couple. Gasp, that's one for the blog.
Now that everything seemed at peace, even for just a moment, now was the time to search for Itachi and try to apologize to him.
"I'll be right back. I gotta go find Itachi."
"What, did you guys have a fight?" Sasuke asked.
"Yeah, I didn't hear any yelling." Emo nodded in agreeance.
"A little bit, yes. I gotta go find him, and hope he's not too pissed off at me." I replied, heaving a sigh and leaving the room. (A/n: Yawn. Hey, gangsters. I was bored, so here I am. In my brand-spankin' new Ramones tee that I got from a super-bong shop that smells like insense. So, as consequence, my shirt also smells like insense with just a touch of stale pot. Yeah. Don't question the judgement of my mighty Ramones tee that I got from Altered Native. This was a pointless little blathering, but oh well:D Listening to Billy Talent on my mp3. In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found. For some reason, it reminds me of the hick-town where my high school is located. Hehe. No, I'm not going to tell you where my school is, you perverted stalkers. I lost my black eyeliner this morning ... then I found it again:3 UU If only the same could be said for my black nailpolish, which was eaten by my puppy. Or my Smiths CD, which is somewhere in the depths of my room. Probably under my bed, but I'm not even gonna get into that. My brother Boyd just got the new Naruto GCN game, Naruto: Clash of Ninja 2. It's sooo much better than the original, maaaan. I must say. And I got the new Zelda game! YAHEE! I can't wait to play it, but my stupid brother is too busy playing his new games. He also got Mario Power Tennis, which is actually a good game. Oo And I got my own memory card, instead of leeching all of Boyd's blocks, by taking lots and lots of perverted, slashy Super Smash Bros. Melee snapshots involving a combination of Roy, Marth, Link, and Ganondorf. Yeah! So now I have Wind Waker data, Twilight Princess data, Naruto: Clash of Ninja data, Naruto: Clash of Ninja 2 data, and Animal Crossing data. Anyways, I should commence the writing of this story, insteada taking up all the room with this rant of mine ... ZOHEMGEE DAFT PUNK! Is lost in Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger in all it's nessnessnessness. XD GASP! GC! Randomly sings The Story of My Old Man, then breaks into My Bloody Valentine. I wrote a story about that song, but I never posted it yet. It's EmoSasu, should I post it? Shawna thinks I should, probably, but meh ... I'm too lazy to type it up. But feedback could change that! 3 If you guys ask me to post it, pwetty pwease, with sugar on top, and a chewwy, I might just do it! Hehe. SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING IN FANFICTION! XP Do eet, I tell yuu ...Evil cackle. Whatah whatah, El-e-va-tion ish a good song. w Tis by u2. And ish good. A mole, living in a hole. Digging up my soul. Going down, excavation. You and I, in the sky. You make me feel like I can fly. So high, elevation. I loves eet. And I loves u218Singles, too. It's a good CD. :) Go out and buy it. Right now. Giggles. Guess what the saints are doing? Tee hee, The Saints are Coming, silly. That's also an amazing song ... Hehe, I'm getting SO way-far off-track. Annnd, how I love eet. :P I'm very proud of myself. DAMN YOU, ARBITER'S GROUNDS! DAMN YOU!)
I searched all over the house, in the bedroom, the kitchen, Sasuke and Emo's room, our guest room that has no purpose, the bathroom, and even the attic, where I was sure he wasn't hiding. There was only one more place he could be. I glanced out the front window. The car was still in the driveway, so he hadn't driven anywhere, and there's nowhere worth walking to around here. I absent-mindedly made my way to the basement stairs, and began my descent.
I glanced around me, vaguely aware that the lights were off. A voice in the back of my mind asked me to go back upstairs and flick the light on. But the other, more irrational, part of my mind screamed at me to look downstairs for Itachi; this wasn't rational. This was for the man I love.
I decided to go with the irrational voice, if only for the fact that it was encouraging my search for my boyfriend. So, I continued my journey to the basement, attempting to feel my way with my hands.
The stairs seemed to go on forever, and right when I thought I was at the last step, I fell forward, tumbling down the remaining steps, colliding with random items as I fell. I finally came to a painful stop, with my back arched over what might've been a can of paint. I could feel blood leaking down my chin, possibly from my nose, possibly from my mouth, possibly from both. My knees and elbows felt bruised and aching, and I have a kink in my neck that didn't seem to want to straighten out.
I gritted my teeth, ignoring the throbbing of my bruises, and stood, leaning mostly on the railing, struggling to remain on my feet. I took one painful step, and my knees automatically buckled beneath me, and I fell flat on my ass, crying out painfully.
I felt like I wanted to die.
Yes, I wanted to die. Alone. In my basement. After falling down the stairs. And I haven't even made up with Itachi yet ...
I imagined it, the last thing Itachi said to me, before I died, was the phrase "You didn't have to say it." Oh, how cruel a way to die.
And that's exactly why I can't die right here, right now. Because he hasn't said anything nice to me yet. Knowing my luck, I'll die right after he's poured his heart out to me, and I won't even get the chance to get all the warm fuzzy feelings that this heart-felt speech brings on.
Ooh, and now kinda half know how it feels to be a pregnant women, having a paint can driven into my stomach, like a kid twitching and throbbing inside me. And after I just fell down the stairs ... miscarriage, anyone?
I laid there, groaning softly in pain, wondering if I ever will live to see Itachi again.
Hey, wait.
I just fell down the stairs. And I'm still concious. If I know anything about first aid, I'm a long way from dieing. I just half-wish I could die, just so it wouldn't hurt anymore. Maybe then I'd be able to walk.
But still. Good news. I'm not gonna die.
Sweet.
But Itachi is still MIA ... which is bad.
Damn, one problem solved, another one appears. Outta the frying pan and into the fire, my ass.
So, in closing, this really sucks.
TBC ...
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! NEKO AND HIS THOUGHTS! TEE HEE! Anyways, it took me a really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really ,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really long time to finish this. And I've been sick for the past two days, so I'm completely outta it. Just right now, I unconciously typed four and a half lines of the word 'really.' Yeah, be afraid. Anywho, REVIEW! And I know it's not as good as the first chapter, but I'm trying to spark some romances here. It'll be funnier next time. A dark basement. A cute little lonely cat boy. Did I mention this cat boy is injured? Walls that are conveniently sound-proofed. I foretell the appearance of a certain blue-skinned shark man. Who knows what could happen in that dark, sound-proofed basement, to that poor, cute, lonely, little, cat boy, in the company of a certain blue-skinned shark man. Tea party, anyone? Oh, yes, that is definately what will happen. Cackle Fear me. Until next time, ttyl.
--IncestiveNekoYaoiBoys