Thank you all for so many reviews on the first chapter! And the census declared booze, so uh... thar be booze in this here chapter. Arg... (wannabe pirate author Aia)
... Yeah, so enjoy the second chapter. >.>
The Party, part 2
The word had swept through the teenage masses of Konoha village. Sasuke was going to a party. It was worthy of discussion in every clique of every type, and any rank that knew anything about the Uchiha's ways.
Sasuke on the other hand, was quite content with the wave of chaos he had sent through the social teenage generation of his. The only person to lack the awe-inspired or ecstatic excitement was the one and only Naruto Uzumaki. Sasuke would expect nothing less of the brat though, he was too indignant to care if his arch rival was going to a party he was throwing.
The last Sasuke had heard was that Naruto was even trying to take credit for Sasuke's coming. In the end, that was true. But what was more amusing than an ignored Naruto?
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There was nothing fashionable about being late, according to Sasuke Uchiha. Being 'fashionably late' was just a wanna-be excuse for saying, "I can't do anything right, even get somewhere on time." Kakshi-sensei was a different story altogether. He was excluded from the Uchiha theory.
Not that Sasuke's beliefs kept him from being two hours late to the party. His excuse was that if he had to be there, he would like to spend the least amount of time in the place. In all reality, he had fallen asleep on the couch after dinner. Such is the life of a rich orphan boy.
Shikamaru smirked at the approaching figure in the night, hands tucked deep in pockets and a sulking expression greeting the shadow nin. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." Nara drawled, leaning against the doorframe.
"What?" Sasuke grunted, glaring beneath long black eyelashes. "Are you supposed to be the bouncer or something?"
He shook his head lazily, "Naw… just catching some sleep before things get too wild in there. Parties are so tiresome."
From inside a holler echoed loud enough to rattle the windows and scare a cat across the road.The yell reverberated through the house with joy. Laughter followed above the music, then a crash, continued laughter rising.
"Sounds like a regular blast." Sasuke muttered darkly, eyes staring ahead flatly. He attempted to recall how he'd been duped into coming. Ah, that's right. His obsession.
"Suck it up, Uchiha. Go in and see what we really do when you're home in your bunny slippers asleep on your couch." he smirked, pushing the door open with one hand.
Sasuke's lips lifted in a scowl. "I hate bunnies."
"You would."
As soon as he had stepped in, Sasuke regretted ever being taunted into such a mess. Teenagers. He despised them really. Why couldn't his generation be mature? In the direct center of the huge living room stood a keg almost as tall as Sasuke himself. Alcoholic beverages littered the area, some half full and forgotten, some empty and stepped on, but most were knocked over after once being completely full. The distinct smell of drunk was just beginning to radiate from the room, but not heavy yet since it was only the first two hours.
"This is stupid." he muttered, staring around at his peers in disappointment. He took them to be too innocent sometimes.
"Sasukeeeeeeeeeee!"
The entire party seemed to turn and stare at him, eyes averting from a mess on the floor that incorporated broken glass and something orange.
Before a group of fangirls encompassed Sasuke's being, he caught a glance of Naruto standing up from the floor and the broken glass while laughing. Parlor tricks gone array by the looks of it. Moments later, Sasuke was engulfed in a swarm babbling, pleading, molesting girls. "Off…!" he would mutter every now and then in a tone that incited chills through the spine. "Get off me…" he pushed through the flock using a variety of Uchiha death glares and sharp elbows, emerging with slight damage to his clothing on the other side.
Damn. He liked that shirt.
And they'd messed up his hair. He'd only been here for five minutes!
Splsh!
No. There was not wine on his shirt. There was not red wine on his shirt. He lifted his shirt and smelled the liquid. It was red wine.Who the hell had red wine? They were about to die. His eyes flashed up in seething anger, but he could see the empty bottle of cheep wine rolling on the floor at his feet. It was a mystery really, how it only took him three minutes to have his clothing ruined immediately.
"Awwuuuuuu!" A hollering fool caught Sasuke in the shoulder as he passed. As the confused boy blinked and tried to catch sight of what had just nearly run him over, Sasuke was greeted with a round white ass and fuzzy black hair. It looked suspiciously like Kiba. The guess was confirmed as Akamaru came zipping by, yapping just as gaily as his master.
"Oh. My. Gawd." Sasuke felt more out of place and violatedthan he ever had his entire life. With a firm step away from an oncoming second throng of fangirls, he dodged into what appeared to be the kitchen. Immediately, he hesitated on whether this move had been a wise choice or self-destrucive.
"Sasuke!" A chorus of baritone laughs rejoiced to his presence. "You made it! Did you see Kiba? He is expressing his youth-youth-bwhahahaha! Neji put him up to it!" Lee doubled over into spurts of laughter.
A single delicate eyebrow rose on Sasuke forehead. "How much has Lee had to drink?"
Chouji thumped Lee on the back a good one, "He doesn't drink. Gai sensei told him it weakened the body."
Lee stood upright in a flash, green body suit looking slightly disheveled in any case, "I am alcohol free! But I am high on the youthful spirit of our generation!" he declared, sloshing a soda down his arm in glorious display of the drunken 'spirit'occupying the living room.
"He's still amusing." Shino muttered with a snort, throwing back a slug of beer casually.
Sasuke watched in interest, his usual 'friends' or at least training partners, were much more casually mature than the rest of the non-nin teens that littered the premises. A proud feeling of association began to well in Sasuke's stomach, but hequenched it. For now, he would settle himself in here, for they seemed sober enough at the moment.
With little warning though, or even a yell of approach, Kiba barreled through the kitchen doorway, panting, and curious as to who he'd just bowled into Chouji. No harm done, for whoever it had beenbounced off harmlessly anyway. The rest of the group though, had turned stone silent and wide eyed. "What?" Kiba was attempting to reclothe himself awkwardly, "Hey, you assholes put me up to that, pay up!" He stuck one hand out expectantly.
Neji motioned downward with one finger to point at the fuming Uchiha.
Kiba didn't need another hint. He had just knocked overUchiha Sasuke."On second thought, keep the twenty bucks." he turned, pants held up by one hand and shirt forgotten, to dash back to the chaotic party in the other room.
Sasuke stood and growled heatedly. He was done. There was no getting around how done he was with this display of immaturity."Where's Naruto?"
The four pointed in the direction Kiba had scampered off to.
The peeved Uchiha turned sharply, settling firmly with himself that his only mission was to hunt down the yellow headed brat before getting the hell out of this mess. He was in no mood for such ridiculous antics. He'd been mauled by fangirls, he'd been spewed on with red wine, he'd been knocked over by a streeker... this needed to be over.
"Aaah! Sasuke!" Sakura caught him just as he stepped from the kitchen. The drunken pink haired girl giggled with glee, cross eyed for the most part. "Ooooh, Sasukeeee…. you look soo priiitty tonight..." she draped across his chest like a second shirt.
Naruto was going to get it for putting him through all this. All logic aside, the Uchiha was definitely blaming his entire predicament on the lamentably soon-to-be-dead Uzumaki. Oh yes, it was his fault. And he would pay.
Saaa... so here we have Sasuke's first party experience... not exactly joyful, but rememberable, ne?
