A/N: Hey everybody, this time I uploaded fairly quickly, plus I've already started the next chapter! ;D and I know I end most of my chapters with cliffys, but hey, doesn't that make everything more exciting? lol Anyway enjoy my dear readers, on we gooo! yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Not one bit. Sadly. Boohoo TT^TT

Warning: The following chapter contains squashed boobs and yaoi (BoyxBoy) fantasies. Don't like, don't read, savvy?


Knockout

When Kiba opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was a pair of gigantic boobs hovering over him. Ohh hell yeah, boobies. He reached out and grabbed one of them. It felt soft and warm and… "Kiba! What the fuck are you thinking, groping me like that?" A hand slapped clean over his cheek, and he felt something soften the blow – he guessed it was a plaster. But it hurt anyway. Wait… So this isn't a dream? Cool, because those were pretty fucking big boo-

"KIBA! You're having a nosebleed! You lousy pervert… God this is unbelievable. Sakura-chan, give him an overdose. Just… do anything to cause him pain, please. …Kiba, for the last time, DON'T TOUCH!"

The screech at the end of that last sentence catapulted him back to reality. Oh shit. It was Tsunade. Wait… so those soft mushy things… they were hers? Kiba's eyes snapped open. He sat up with a gasp and landed face-forward in a soft mass of boobs again. He knew what was going to come next.

"KIIBAAA!"

Sakura flinched as Tsunade punched Kiba, making him fall back into his pillows, knocked out completely. Ino made a face but seemed to enjoy the sight. Her sister could never understand how Ino could like this sort of stuff; she seemed to live for boxing matches and street fights – though only as a spectator, not as an actual participant, of course. Of course, though sometimes it was hard to believe that when her arms always had some kind of bandage or plaster on them. Spectator my ass, Sakura thought. She new damn well that her sister had a sick tendency to violence, but for some reason nobody knew – or rather: wanted to know – because all they saw was a curvy blonde acrobat with a cute smile. Ugh, it made her sick.


Sasuke blinked, slowly getting used to the bright light shining at him. There was someone next to him, watching him. He didn't really see them, though; it was more like he could feel their presence, whoever they were. And then that person pounced. A warm tongue started lapping his face fiercely and he felt a dead weight crush his ribs. He winced. The lapping stopped, and he opened his eyes properly. The grinning face of a black-and-yellow puppy gawked back at him. It looked almost cute, but in Sasuke's eyes, it was just plain goofy.

"Agh, get off me, you stupid thing", he mumbled, but the puppy stayed where it was, sitting on his chest and grinning sheepishly. "Such a nuisance." He pushed the dog off himself and winced again, a sharp pain piercing his left cheek. When he reached up, he felt a thick plaster-thing cover his cheek. Now that he was aware of it, he could feel his blood pulse through it. What had happened? He sat up and squinted, trying to remember, and regretted it immediately, as his cheek started hurting again. The puppy hopped onto his lap, and Sasuke started stroking it absent-mindedly. Then he remembered. Or at least, he thought he remembered – it wasn't an actual memory in the first place. Just a haze of orange… and… grey? Metal-ish grey…

And then Sasuke realized. It made him want to do a face palm but he thought better of it. Oh God. Oh fuck. This is so stupid. I made an idiot out of myself. This was bad. Very bad. Especially for the image of a composed, earnest Sasuke.

"Uhm. If you've finished frowning and mumbling around randomly…"

Sasuke almost fell out of his bed in fright. He hadn't realized there was someone with him. He turned to face the speaker and his eyes fell on a red-haired, Goth-like person. He wasn't sure but he thought he recalled vaguely that he was called Gary or something. No, not Gary – that sounds dumb. Oh yeah, Gaara. That was pretty dumb too, actually. He smirked. It must have looked pretty random, because Gaara lifted an eyebrow questioningly. Sasuke decided to just shrug it off.

"So…?" If the redhead wanted something, he should say it and not just sit around and do nothing. He had other stuff to do after all. Okay he didn't, but still -

"Hinatatoldme thatShikatoldher totellmeto tellyouthat youandKibaare bannedfrom comingneareachother becauseyoutwoseemto causetroubleeverytime you'retogetherand ohyeahlunchisready."

Sasuke blinked.

"Uh, what?"

Gaara sighed. He looked exasperated. Sasuke wondered whether he always talked so fast or if it was because he rarely spoke and wanted to finish as soon as possible. The red haired boy lifted his head and glared at Sasuke, eyes filled with contempt. He looked like a completely different person now, sure of himself and not a bit shy or nervous.

"No contact to Kiba. Starting now. Lunch is ready, so get your arse moving."

"Hn." So it was probably the latter. Gaara was a kind of mild sociopath. At least he had understood what he'd been told this time. Not that it mattered.

Gaara sighed with relief when he finally left that stuck up fart back in his tent. He didn't like him, not in the least. He was like some kind of itch that kept annoying the shit out of him whenever he saw him. He wasn't surprised that Kiba didn't like him.


During lunch, everyone kept looking at Sasuke and then at Kiba, who sat in a place the furthest away from the raven. They just kept shifting their eyes from one to the other, as if something was going to happen. Like Kiba's head exploding. Wouldn't be so bad, actually, Sasuke mused. Though the mess would be problematic… oh he could be so awful at times. Mwahaha.

He must have been smirking again, he realized, because Ino had dropped her spoon into her stew and was staring – no, gaping – openly at him, while Sakura was attempting to nudge her but failed and landed with her elbow in her sister's stew. She didn't seem to notice, though. He sent them a death glare, just to see how they'd react. It had immediate effect. They both flinched and Sakura started fretting over her elbow, while Ino just put away her plate, disgusted. Shikamaru, who sat next to Sakura, just sneered and went back to picking at his own plate in a very much unmotivated fashion – Sasuke noticed that he looked a bit ruffled, as if he'd just gotten out of bed. And then he noticed Gaara's gaze. He was looking at Sakura with such hunger in his eyes that Sasuke could only shudder. This was worse than just undressing somebody with one's eyes. Gaara was almost devouring her. It was pretty disturbing.


After lunch everyone went their way, either to practice whatever had to be practiced or – in Shikamaru's case – to visit people. He'd overslept under that blasted tree so he had had to go directly for lunch without talking to that guy. So he guessed he could just as well do it now. And after all, why not? It wasn't like Gaara had anything to do anyway. Except banging old women, how could he have forgotten that? He wondered if it was as bad as it sounded. Older women weren't exactly his idea of fun when it came to it. What a real guy needed was some young hot stuff, nice and firm, but not too flat. Hell yeah. But on the other hand he couldn't picture Gaara nailing younger girls. It didn't look right. Neither did the picture of him having sex with an older woman look too good. Suddenly he flinched as he became aware of where his thoughts were going to. He didn't like it when it happened, but he couldn't really help himself. Some way or another, his thoughts would always go astray from the actual subject and he'd land in this position. He gritted his teeth. It was so confusing at times. He didn't know what exactly to think of the whole thing. It could become pretty damn annoying; he didn't like it when he wasn't in control of things properly. He blushed as the image of a naked Gaara came up again, but then shook his head violently, hoping that the image would go away.

"Having fantasies about a certain someone again?"

Shikamaru felt like his heart had leaped up to his throat and then plummeted back down in to his guts in a split second.

"Holy mother of... You almost gave me a heart attack right now, you know? Ever tried walking up to people and then talk to them while facing them like a normal human being for once?"

Orochimaru grinned and shrugged awkwardly, feeling somewhat guilty. It was just in his nature to loom out of nowhere and scare people out of their wits, but he didn't do it on purpose since he couldn't really help it.

"Sorry. You looked like you were thing of him again, so I just wanted to make sure. One day you'll have to tell him, you know."

Shikamaru tried to laugh it off, but the laugh got stuck in his throat and refused to come out. He'd thought of that so many times, imagined all of the possible scenarios, and every time it came out the same way: The end of their so-called friendship and Gaara looking at him weirdly every time he saw him because he knew what was going on in Shika's head. There was no way he was ever going to tell.


A/N: Okeydokey so much for this chapter. This time it didn't end with a cliffhanger, so I hope you can sleep in peace now, Sukaretto Miyuki!^^ I'll try to upload the next chapter tomorrow, which I usually never do, but I have a good reason - I'm going to a camp next week and won't have any internet connection there, so if I have time I'll write a bit in my free time and then copy and upload the stuff after the camp. So yeah, I'll just go and work my fingers off all night so that I can go to camp with a clear conscience ;P Byeee!

-Sonya