Omg. I've just re-read this chapter and i cringed at the grammar mistakes. Sorry about that, hopefully its all fixed now.
Its getting harder to find time to write this because of finals (I graduate this yeaarr! wooooh!) But don't worry, i wont stop writing, I like this story too much, and i've got lotsss of ideas for it.
Reviews motivate me to write regardless the amount of work i have though, just sayin ;) hint hint. Haha.
So please be patient with me, just in case i take longer than usual :)
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Tenten stiffened mid punch and stared up at burning hazel eyes. Within a millisecond, she had hurriedly disposed of the chopstick she had scavenged out of her bra and stood herself back up, dragging an unruly mop of blond hair along with her.
Naruto cringed as he felt his hair being yanked at. He swallowed his would-be curse word as his eyes landed on a monstrous set of knockers.
"Oh fuck."
Naruto too, straightened up once he had caught sight of Tsunade's flaring nostrils and raised his apprehensive gaze to meet a pair of glaring honey tinted eyes.
Tsunade was not amused. Not amused at all. Her eyes scoured the scene in front of her with a fierce calculating gaze. Tenten's hair was an absolute mess; Ino was holding her arms behind her back rather suspiciously, while Hinata's normally beautifully timid and serene eyes were burning with fury that promised an excruciating death. Not to mention that fact that Naruto had basically been on top of the boy that was now crumpled on the floor. She narrowed her gaze down her angular nose and observed the red haired ass-wipe that was groaning in pain on the floor.
"Nghhm….Mommy…?"
Wonderful. He was delusional.
Her calculating gaze fell back to her students and only godson.
"Uhh…"
"He fell…?"
Tsunade sighed. Fuck this. The owner of the impressively stacked rack simply stalked past the violent delinquents, making sure she accidentally stepped especially hard on the red head's hand as she stormed off.
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Sakura slammed another shot glass onto the grimy bar.
"Another leg spreader my good sir!"
Sakura needed to recover. And that's exactly what she was doing. After breaking down in front of Naruto, her girls and whoever else cared to watch the ordeal that went on back stage, she decided that enough was enough. Fuck him, and fuck everybody else.
Actually, that's a lie. Ino had slapped some sense into her. Bitch. Not as much of a bitch as Sasori though. He could go choke on her 10ft. cock.
Hinata watched with worried eyes as Sakura downed her seventh shot. Oh Kami-sama, help her. She knew how this was going to end up.
"I want a slippery nipple next!"
Hinata exhaled heavily and massaged her temples. Ino and Tenten better hurry up. (I don't think I gonna be able to keep tabs on her for much longer.)
"Hinataaa! Im gonna go pole dance!"
Hinata looked up only to see a whirlwind of pink make a beeline to the dance floor.
This was going to be a long night.
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"Hidan you dickless faggot! If you don't open this door right now I swear to Jashin I'm going to castrate this asshole and then shove his ginger balls down your throa-"
The door promptly flew open.
"Alright already, jeez, calm your fucking tits you fucking banshee. What do you-" Hidan finally processed what he was looking at; A knocked out, pummeled the fuck up Sasori, being held by a horrified looking blond dude, Ino clutching pepper spray as if she was ready to strike him blind the second that idiot woke up and the fucking psycho-ass-bitch that he loved as a sister (If you ever repeat that shit I will CURSE YOU.) holding a shit load of rope and duct tape. Hidan could more or less guess what the little red haired fuck-face did. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.
"What the fuck happened to Sasori, un? And why are Ino and scary psycho girl here, un?" Hidan sighed. Of course he had to room with these mother fucking stupid assholes.
"Get out of the way Dei, we have shit to do." Deidara had been viciously shoved aside by a still fuming Ino, Naruto and Tenten on her heels.
"Nice to see you too sis, un."
Ino rolled her eyes "Make yourself useful." She gave Naruto a look that said 'dump that piece of shit'.
"Wagdhk- holy shit, fuck this." As soon as Naruto dumped Sasori on the male version of Ino, he dropped his ass.
"Way to be useful Barbie. HIDAN! Hold this cunt up against the wall would you?"
"Fucking ridiculous as fuck. You come in to my house and demand that I assist you in fucking over one of my fucking best friends, are you for fucking real?" Tenten raised an eyebrow in response. Hidan smirked. "I have taught you well."
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Sasuke was pissed. Not because of what happened in that auditorium, no. But because he was freezing his mother effing balls off waiting for that twinkle-toed-dumb-ass that was his best friend. The vibrations that seemed to originate from his pants pocket pulled him from his naruto bashing. He glared at the message on his screen.
"Teme, don't wait up. I need to handle something."
Tch. Sasuke let out a string of curse words as he text the dumb ass back.
"Whatever. We're going out. Txt me when your done."
Kiba smirked "Lets go bitches!"
Finally, he could drink and forget all about pink haired girls (that liked to kiss red headed idiots.)
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"SAKURA-CHAAAAAN!" Sakura's pink hair whipped around her face so hard, that it stabbed her in her eyes (OH THE PAIN). As soon as she laid eyes on the person who had screeched her name the pain in her eyes was immediately forgotten.
"ANKO- SEMPAII!" God how she loved this woman; not only was she her scary as fuck ballet teacher, but she swore that this lady was Tenten's long lost birth mom. NOW this was going to be a good night.
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Hinata was releasing a rather colorful stream of curse words through the phone as she called Tenten and told her to get her scrawny ass to euphoria in 0.1 seconds. She might have had a possibility in controlling/ keeping tabs on Sakura in her solo attempt to drink her problems away. But Sakura and Anko together? No way in hell. She wasn't sure if Anko could be subdued by anyone for that matter. Despite being the scary authoritarian figure a ballet teacher normally was, Anko was a crazy, destructive, bad influence. She was worse than Tenten.
It had only been 2 minutes since her and Sakura's encounter with the purple haired loco, and she had already lost them both.
"Tenten I don't CARE that the tape isn't sticking, you need to get here NOW. I've lost Sakura!"
"Calm down Hina, I'm sure you'll find her. You always do" Hinata felt like pulling out her hair.
"ANKO IS WITH HER!" Silence.
"We'll be there in 2 minutes. "
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Sasuke thoroughly enjoyed the burning sensation in his throat as he choked back another shot. Pink haired dancers were now pushed to the back of his mind. He was thankful for the hazy-ness Vodka supplied. And what with Kiba dancing like an absolute idiot to some skrillex song? Yup, that ruined any kind of sexual thoughts that his drunken mind could conjure up.
"Yo, Naruto says he's in 'Euphoria'" Sasuke gazed at the smoking Shikamaru and smirked. "Hn. Get Kiba."
"Tch. Dickwad."
Sasuke smirked as he made his way to the exit, Neji on his heels. This had been a great idea.
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"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS"
They didn't have to look far for the missing duo, since the second they stood foot in Euphoria, they were greeted with the two vibrantly colored haired girls dancing and singing to "Shots" by LMFAO. Anko's idea no doubt.
This was his favorite song! Dattebayo!
All in all, this is how Naruto ended up snatching the mike off of a seriously inebriated Anko and joining the two girls in their drunken performance.
"The lady love us
When we pour shots
They need an excuse
To suck our cocks"
"SUCK MY COCK!"
Hinata just sat at the bar; drink in hand, shaking her head in disbelief. She had called them to help her handle the two crazies. Not to join them, make a scene and start singing along to a song about downing shots and cocks. Now that Hidan, Anko and Tenten were together, Hinata had no chance of controlling the amount of fuckery that went on from this point forward.
Fuck it, she wasn't staying sober this time. They could all go lie in a pool of their own vomit.
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Sasuke was torn between feeling amused and irritated at the same time. The slightly sober side of his mind was telling him to fucking book it out of there the second he laid eyes upon his pink haired partner. But the larger, more inebriated part of his conscious was amused as fuck; watching his best friend prance around the stage screaming "shots" down the microphone while occasionally fist pumping. So, his solution: More shots.
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"If you feelin drunk put your hands in the air" Hands were raised.
"And if you tryn to fuck put ya hands in the air" More hands were raised.
"Now say im fucked up (Im fucked up!)"
"Im fucked up! (Im fucked up!)"
"Im tryna fuck! (Im tryna fuck!)"
"IM TRYNA FUCK! (IM TRYNA FUCK!)"
Sasuke could have laughed at the gestures Naruto was making on stage, but his eyes were more focused on the pinkett next to him shouting that she's "tryna fuck." God help him. No. Vodka help him. yeahmuchbetter.
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God was she thirsty, all that shouting and jumping had her quenched. However, her thirst felt rather insignificant as emerald eyes connected with obsidian while she made her way to the bar.
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Sasuke suppressed a groan as the pinkett's outfit came into his full view. A tight white camisole tucked into a pair or high-waisted black shorts that accentuated her curves in a way that should be illegal.
"Stop staring Sasuke-kun." He forced his dark obsidian eyes away from her tantalizingly tempting figure to glare at emerald. "I don't stare." Sakura made a scoffing sound of disbelief in her throat.
"Daichi-kunn, gimmie a wet pussy and a coke"
You see, if he hadn't been so drunk, Sasuke probably would have made the obvious connection. But alas he hadn't and proceeded to choke on his drink and sputter a "WHAT!"
Sakura raised delicate pink eyebrow at her handsome-asshole partner in response. A sly smirk creeping its way onto her face as she brought the shot glass to her lips and downed her nth shot that evening.
"It's a drink Sasuke-kun." She leand over, making sure her chest rested on his shoulders, her breath fanning across his ear. "Although, your more than welcome to gimmie one… Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke visibly tensed. She did not just say what he thought she said, right? What happened to avoiding each other like the plague? (FUCK THE PLAGUE! Go hit that fine ass!) Sasuke mentally gagged his perverted inner self with a sock as he watched the woman that caused him so much stress, saunter off; eyes roaming up and down her hourglass figure.
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How Neji ended up like this, he had no idea. He was currently cornered into a booth; Tenten sitting opposite him, a silver haired man sitting next to her, and a purple haired woman sat next to himself. They were all smirking. He was so, so confused as to what was going on. (Why is the purple lady looking at me like she wants to eat me! Sob. I'm thoroughly disturbed.)
What the fuck?
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Naruto was thoroughly plastered along with the Teme while they watched Sakura-chan dance. He would have to thank the old bat for setting this whole thing up later.
" Boy, I will be your sexy silk
Wrap me around, 'round, 'round, 'round
I'll be your pussycat licking your milk
Right now down, down, down
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Oh, a kiss can last all night!
You'll have to seduce me, nibble and bite"
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Sakura knew that she wasn't supposed to get distracted, that she wasn't supposed to concern herself with boys. She was supposed to have sworn off them for good. And the fact that she's disregarding all of her personal rules for that handsome fuckface, was driving her insane. At this precise moment however, after what happened with the one that should not be named, after downing a mysterious amount of shots, after bumping in to said chicken-haired fuck-face, Sakura couldn't help but feel a little grateful for the distraction that was Sasuke.
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"Will you be my medicine man?
Put your hand on my chest
Feel the bump, bump, bump, bump"
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To say that Sasuke was turned on was an understatement. This girl really seemed to get a kick out of seducing him. She had broken free of the crowd of people that had already begun to surround her dancing form, and made her way to his person. Now, when she was close enough to touch, instead of seating herself on him (which was the most logical option), she had sat her firm derrière on the dobe's lap. Sasuke's urge to growl was promptly overridden by his urge to swallow. Hard. She had just bent over, hand resting dangerously on his lap, and gently nipped his neck.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Before Sasuke had time to register what was happening he was being pulled up out of his seat, and dragged out to the dance floor by the girl that would, no doubt, be the death of him. Naruto was simply whistling/laughing his head off.
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"Now, lets play a little game"
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Sasuke couldn't help but smirk through his drunken haze. She was circling him, just like he had done to her.
Sakura figured that if she was going to let him distract her, might as well have fun in the process right? His challenge of not being able to handle him still burnt fresh in her mind as she took hold of his calloused hands and placed them on her; One on the small of her back, the other grasped firmly around the back of her thigh. Sakura was mentally celebrating her victory as she executed her next move.
"Yeah, I can feel it baby, can you?
Ohhh!
Wuaaaaah!"
Sasuke's eyes widened as Sakura proceeded to stretch the leg he was currently holding up to rest it on his shoulder while she tossed her head back in-sync with the moaning emitting from the clubs speakers. Sasuke raked his gaze from her smooth toned dancer legs all the way down to her breasts that were threatening to fall out of her white camisole.
Sakura laughed as she pulled herself back up and detached her leg from Sasuke's shoulder. Sasuke's eyes merely widened further as she made her way to the pole on the left side of the stage.
"Whoa boy you're gonna win!
Say 'yeah, yeah, yeah' you're under my skin
I got butterflies within
Ohhhh!
I think I love you!"
Sakura finished her pole combination with an upside down split. Naruto and Sasuke both stared with a mixture of lustful disbelief written across their features.
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"Sakura-chan you can pole dance!"
Thus, this is how Naruto, Saskue and herself ended up in the pole studio back on campus at 4am; Sakura declaring her secret part-time pole dancing teacher job, Naruto declaring that it didn't look so hard and a drunken Sasuke declaring that he could pole dance better than the both of them.
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"Hahahahaha, alright Uchiha, take your pants off."
Naruto spluttered a "What!" while Sasuke smirked. " I thought we'd wait till the dobe fucked off, but I guess if you want it now…"
"Oh please. Save it Casanova. I'm going to put your blasphemous theory to the test. You need skin contact to pole dance, hence you needing to take off your pants, you too Naruto."
"Wehey!" Naruto's jeans were discarded in a second. Sasuke followed and soon both boys were clad in their shirts and boxers. He didn't have much faith in his theory anymore, but what the fuck, why not?
Despite being plastered, Sakura still managed to instruct the boys rather accurately. "And now you jusss climb up."
Both boys glared at each other from their respective poles. A simultaneous nod was exchanged before they both shot up the pole. Winces clearly apparent in their faces.
"Allright. Now clench your legs tight, let go of the pole and stay there." Sakura mentally cackled with laughter. They had no idea how much that would hurt. "The one that stays up the longest winsss."
Sakura couldn't contain her laughter anymore as both boys began to shriek in pain.
"AAAAAAAHH"
"OH MY MOTHER FUCKING BALLS!"
"SON OF A BITCHH! MY HAIRS ARE BEING YANKED OUTTT!"
Both boys dropped from the pole instinctively and proceeded to wail obscenities while clutching their manhood.
After Sasuke recovered from the excruciating pain in his groin, he proceeded to violently tackle the still laughing Sakura to one of the mats that were on the floor.
"Hahaahaha-aarghOUCH- Sasuke you asshole!" Sasuke couldn't help but smirk at the drunken pinkett underneath him. "Hn. Paybacks a bitch."
"Ger'off me you mammoth." "Hmm, I don't think so."
Sure, Naruto was drunk out of his mind, but he wasn't blind to the obvious. Hence his sneaky-bastard-way of getting Teme-asshole and Sakura-chan alone together. Naruto smiled mischievously to himself as he wandered around the dance department looking for the exit.
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Maybe it was the fact that the question had been eating up his brain for the past 7 hours, or the fact that he had consumed an enormous amount of alcohol and was currently squished atop the girl that had been plaguing his mind for the past month, Sasuke wasn't sure. However, the one thing he was sure about was the fact that he hadn't suspected to voice his question out loud. It was definitely the alcohol.
"Why'd you kiss him?"
Sakuras inebriated mind struggled to put two and two together.
"Who?"
Sasuke just stared at her, his dark eyes searching her face for an answer. He didn't even know why it bothered him so much.
"…At the showcase"
Sakura's eyes widened in realization as she vaguely recalled what happened with Sasori. She had been stupid to think that drinking herself into oblivion would make her forget. She couldn't face Sasuke now. What was he doing? He was supposed to be her distraction for the night, why was he making her remember?
"Hey…"
Sakura looked up at Sasuke's obsidian eyes as he gently cupped her face, his thumb stroking her moist cheek. When had she started crying?
He didn't know why she was crying; all he knew is that he wanted her to stop. He furrowed his brow in confusion (Annoyance). He'd never felt the need to console anyone except for the dobe, so why was the urge to stop her trembling lips with his own, so strong? He couldn't ignore it anymore, his attraction to her, this- this feeling. He couldn't ignore her anymore.
Sakura watched through blurry eyes as sasuke's gaze drifted to her lips, up to her tear filled eyes, and back to her lips. He was getting closer; his bangs were now tickling her forehead and his nose lightly grazed against hers. Sakura didn't fight what was coming; she wanted it, needed it to happen. He was her distraction.
Her trembling lips met his soft pierced ones in a delicate, soft, kiss that made her shiver. Forgetting her inhibitions and riding on her new acceptance of his distracting presence, Sakura welcomed the electrifying feeling his kisses brought. She reveled in the feel of his hand gliding up her waist, the way she effortlessly parted her lips to grant him entrance. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue. It was making her dizzy.
Sasuke pulled his lips away from her, which elicited a moan of disapproval from the pinkett. Sasuke smirked as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her slender neck, nipping and sucking away at the sensitive flesh there.
Sasuke trailed his nose up her now bitten and bruised throat, the urge to ravish her pink lips unbearable. The sight that he was greeted with however, left him glaring bloody murder.
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She had fallen asleep. Stupid girl. Sasuke felt thoroughly offended but couldn't fight the soft smile that pulled at his lips. No, he couldn't ignore the pink haired idiot anymore. Sasuke then drifted off into a peacefull slumber, his nose in her strawberry scented hair.
Wheeey!
I seem to always stray from my original plan when writing this, hahaha. It just comes to me.
The songs in this chapter are Shots by LMFAO and Sexy Silk by Jessica cornish.
I'll hopefully have time for a couple study breaks to finish off the next chapter soon.
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That is all :D