'Ello my lovies! It's been a little while, hasn't it? With school and my other story, Eyes of the Shinigami, I've been a tad bit busy. I guess it also doesn't help that I've been recently diagnosed with a severe head condition called Procrastinitus. For all of those who don't know, Procrastinitus is when someone procrastinates soo badly that they begin to plan out when, how, where, and why they will put off their next project. Anyway, enough stalling, onwards!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the Ocean, or bushy eyebrows. I only own the OC's and the plot.


Chapter Nine

Dangers of Snake Men, Part 1

I had honestly never thought about what rich people spend their money on. I mean, sure, the few stereotypical thoughts came to mind whenever someone breeched the subject, like huge mansions and summer homes in Paris, or picturesque statues that sit on perfectly trimmed lawns. Granted, I usually wasn't one to hang around anyone with enough pocket change to buy a small world country, but I knew enough to know when someone was going a little too far over the edge. When both Naruto and Sasuke showed up on my doorstep this morning with duffel bags slung over their shoulders, I knew that nothing good could come of it.

It was Saturday morning and I was just lounging around in my messy bedroom with my comfortable pajamas still on and my dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun at the nape of my neck. The small television that rested heavily on my dark wooden dresser was on and playing re-runs of Tom and Jerry. Honestly, I never really got into that show, but it was the only thing that was on that wasn't an infomercial, seeing as how it was only around ten in the morning. I lay spread eagle on my twin bed and the covers were half hanging off of the edge as I lazily gazed at the midnight blue painted ceiling. When I was a kid, my dad had gotten me these glow-in-the-dark plastic stars that hung unto your wall with this special glue, and back then that was the most coolest thing that I had ever seen. We had cleared out the furniture and painted the ceiling so that it would mimic the nighttime sky, and every night it would go up in ablaze of tiny little fireflies. Even though it happened years ago, I still hadn't taken them down. Some might call it childish, but I wanted to be able to hold onto those memories for as long as I could.

Sighing, I turned my attention back to the television and blankly watched as the show turned to commercial. Infomercial after infomercial played over and over and I had to stop myself from screaming of boredom. Finally getting sick of it, I dragged myself out of bed and into the adjoining bathroom to take a long hot shower in attempt to wake myself up. Most people slept in late on weekends, but with my mind so used to getting up in the morning, I couldn't sleep past ten-thirty. As I walked into the bathroom, a shiver rippled down my spine as my bare feet made contact with the icy cold black and white tiles. The room was relatively modern: a bathtub and shower combo, a dark grey sink with matching marble counters, warm brown paint on the walls, and a mirror that also worked as a medicine cabinet. As I slowly trudged my way across the space and towards the inviting shower, I grabbed a towel from the space underneath of the cabinets and hung it over the shower rod. For some reason, a few years ago my mom had decided to buy me a bright orange shower curtain. Not only did it completely clash with the color scheme of the room, but it was also a constant reminder of a certain blonde haired boy.

As I passed by the sink, I spotted my glasses sitting on the edge and after a second of deliberation, I decided to leave them there and opt for contacts. It wasn't that I cared what I looked like, honestly, but it was much easier to go throughout the day without having to worry about pushing up my glasses every two seconds. Another sigh escaped from my lips and I turned on the hot water to the point where it was almost scalding. My mother used to complain about the fact that I left no hot water left after I took showers, but if the water wasn't really hot, than I couldn't stand it. I didn't take long, only about fifteen minutes and I stepped back out and shivered as a cold breeze brushed my skin. Breathing through my mouth to stop my teeth from chattering, I made my way out of the steamy bathroom and towards my closet, making sure to avoid tripping over the hazardous clothes splayed on the floor. I chose a relatively casual outfit: just a long sleeved shirt and jean Capri's. It wasn't until I was fully dressed that I heard a voice pierce through the calm thoughts in my head.

"Lyn, honey?"

Sighing, I slowly made my way over to my bedroom door and opened it so that I had just enough space to shout down the stairs.

"What?" My voice seemed to echo throughout the house.

"You have some friends at the door, dear." My mother's voice drifted up to me from the bottom of the staircase. I blinked slowly in confusion.

"Who?" I called back as I searched my mind. Who would honestly show up at my house, at ten-something in the morning on a Saturday? My eyes slowly widened as a thought crossed my mind, but I dismissed it almost as soon as it came.

"Two handsome boys," I could hear her contained excitement from all the way up there. "One's blonde, and the other one has dark hair, if that helps."

No. No, no, no, no. They could not be there, especially when I was trying to relax. It was enough that I had to deal with an obnoxious Sakura tomorrow and I couldn't deal with those two, not after my brain cells had died from stupidity all week.

"Tell them I'm sick!" I half shouted, half begged.

"I am not lying so that you can avoid hanging out with two perfectly good looking boys!~" My mother practically sang. "So either come down here, or I'll send them up there~. She was an evil, evil person.

Glancing behind me at my messy room, I made the split decision and reluctantly made my way down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, my mother was waiting for me as she bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. Honestly, she was such a kid sometimes. I glanced at the door where bright sunshine radiated into the room and shuffled my feet and reached out until I could feel the cool brass knob under my hand.

"I'll be in the kitchen~" My mother grinned at me before rushing out of the living room and around the corner.

"You can do this." I murmured to myself and pulled the door open. There before me stood two extremely attractive guys and I had to stop myself from slammed the door in their faces. Naruto, like always, had a dazzling grin on his face as his baby blue eyes lit up with excitement. He stood before me in a fitting white shirt that successfully showed off his toned stomach and dark grey cargo shorts with a pair of matching grey flip-flops. As I turned my eyes to his companion, I noticed that, unlike the happy-go-lucky blonde, this one stood with a look of absolute boredom on his face. Sasuke's glossy hair was in it's usual style but I was surprised by the fact that he had on a long sleeved shirt with actual color. It was a soft blue and the fabric looked like expensive cashmere and I guessed that if I touched it, it would feel like a baby's blanket. That wasn't what made my heart skip a beat, though. It was the fact that they both had duffel bags slung over their shoulders. Naruto's was a bright yellow, whereas Sasuke's was a brooding grey. The blonde opened his mouth to speak, but I rudely cut him off.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Hello to you, too," Naruto grumbled. "But anyway, we're here to say hello!"

"Um," I raised a questioning brow and nodded at his bag. "Okay. Are you guys going somewhere or something?"

"We're going on my family's yacht for the extended weekend." I turned my attention to Sasuke and blinked as his dark eyes focused on me. I had completely forgotten that we didn't have school on Monday.

"Well, have fun." I said dryly. It didn't surprise me honestly, that he had a yacht. Stupid rich people.

"Don't sound so disappointed," Naruto grinned and lightly punched me in the shoulder. "You're coming with us!"

"I'm doing what now?" Another raised brow. I racked my memory to try and remember if I had agreed to go on any such trip. Nope, nothing.

"You're coming with us. Aren't you excited?"

"I can't go." I lied and attempted to shake off the annoyance.

"We already asked your mom," Sasuke said with a smirk. "She said it was fine. More than fine, actually." Bastard.

"Yeah, well," I stalled, thinking fast. "I have to do a project with Sakura tomorrow, so I can't go."

"Sakura's away for the weekend," The smirk widened. "She won't be back until Monday night." I silently cursed in my mind. Really, really?

"So hurry up already and get packed!" Naruto practically pushed me back into my house. "We'll wait down here. And oh, don't forget to pack a bathing suit because we're staying at an island resort."

With his constant nudging, I finally and slowly made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom. All weekend on a yacht and an island, with those two? How was it that I was always around to conveniently be forced into their shenanigans? Not only that, but I had to walk around in a bathing it while those two strutted about with their perfectly toned bodies? I let out an audible groan the second I made it into my room. Why was it always me? Scowling at nothing in particular, I stomped over to my closet and grabbed my purple and white flower printed duffel bag and threw it on the floor. I was way past the limit of irritation as I scurried around and threw clothes and necessities into the bag. The thought to say no crossed my mind, but it left as quickly as it came because despite my opinion, my mother would force me into the car if necessary. I honestly didn't know why she had such a huge obsession with me and going out with guys all the time. Perhaps she just wanted me to branch out and get friends, or maybe she was just insane. Pausing in thought, I decided to go with the ladder.

After throwing my phone charger in my bag, I walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer. Different colored bathing suits of all shapes and sizes filled the space and I began to shift through them, opting out the super revealing ones. See, my mother used to be obsessed with beaches and pools, so she always bought me loads of unnecessary bathing suits and I just left them in my drawer to collect dust. Sighing through my nose, I examined each piece before throwing it out of the way. What was I supposed to wear to an island resort? Just as the thought crossed my mind, my eyes caught a piece of black fabric and I reached in and pulled it out. It was a modest two-piece with board shorts and smiled slightly. That would do. I tossed it into my bag before zipping it closed and slinging the strap onto my shoulder, making sure to slip on a pair of flip-flops on my way down the stairs. When I saw my mom waiting for me near the door, I shot her a mean glare.

"Why did you say I could go?" I whisper-shouted.

"Because, Lyn," She stared me down with her piercing green eyes. "You need to get out more, hang out with more people your own age." For a second there, she lost her childishness and turned serious.

"I do hang out with people my own age."

"Like who? Lyn, I don't want you holed up in your room anymore," She continued. "It's not healthy."

"But mom-" I tried to plead.

"But nothing, Lyn," She placed her hands on her hips. "You're going on this trip and you are going to have fun, trust me." I studied her for a moment, before I sighed in defeat.

"Fine." I grumbled.

"Good," She transformed back into her happy-go-lucky self. "Have fun, and don't be afraid to break a few laws!" I held in my retort to that and rolled my eyes, turning on my heel to head for the door.

"Bye, honey!" She called after me.

"Yeah, yeah." I murmured as I approached the door and swung it open. Naruto, who had been leaning on it, stumbled backwards as he lost his balance and almost knocked me over.

"Whoa!" He yelled in surprise, waving his arms in the air before finally regaining his balance. Sasuke turned from his spot on the porch and regarded me with his dark eyes.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Let's go."

"This is going to be so awesome!" Naruto laughed and swung an arm over my shoulders as we walked down the sidewalk and towards Sasuke's car. "Believe it!"

I'll believe it when I see it, Naruto.

...

I had never really seen a yacht up close before, especially not one as big as Sasuke's. Sure, I'd seen them on television or in movies, but never had I been inside of one. As we pulled up to the docks, I sucked in a silent gasp. The sun was perfectly high in the sky and a few clouds dotted the horizon, some gliding over the sun to create a moment of shade. The docks weren't small. But they weren't huge either, and boats of all shapes and sizes were lined up like silent warriors waiting to go into battle. They ordered from canoes, to fishing boats, to huge yachts, all expanding down the length of the wooden posts. As we clamored out of the car, Sasuke popped the trunk so that we could get our bags from the stuffed space. I got wrestled mine out first and as I waited for the other two, I turned to face the water. The smell of salt filled the air and I breathed in deeply and watched the calm waves beat against the docks. Somewhere off in the distance, a constant bell was ringing, and I could just make out the silhouette of a light house in the distance.

"Ready to go?" A masculine voice interrupted my thoughts and I turned to see Sasuke appraising me with his onyx eyes. He had his duffel bag slung over his shoulders like before and the light wind tousled his hair into his unblemished face.

"Yeah." I responded with a nod.

"Let's go already!" Naruto grinned as he finally shut the trunk and slung his bag over his broad shoulders. He reached up to the top of his head and slid down a pair of dark Aviators until they masked his blue eyes from sight. "I can't wait." The blonde took the lead and Sasuke and I hung back behind him as we walked down towards the docks.

"Is it just us who's going?" I asked, my voice piecing the comfortable silence.

"Yeah," Sasuke answered as we finally made it to the docks, out feet making constant thudding noises as we walked down towards the expensive boats. "My family let's me take it out a few times a year, so it'll just be us and the captain."

"Captain?" I questioned aloud, glancing over my shoulder to examine the boats as we passed.

"Who else would drive the boat?" Naruto laughed from his position in front of us. "Sasuke? Ha, I'd love to see that."

"Shut up, idiot." Sasuke retorted. We were starting to get towards the end of the line of boats and I silently wondered when we'd get to Sasuke's. It didn't take long, because soon enough, Naruto stopped in front of a bleach white yacht. It was pretty big in size, and while the back was rounded like a half circle, it eventually stretched out into a soft point at the front. It had to be at least three stories high, counting the inside that we couldn't see. Tinted windows stretched far and I could barely make out the expensive looking furniture inside. As we rounded to the side, my eyes caught a scribble of words on the back of the yacht.

S.S. Uchiha

It was written in perfect cursive and a symbol of a fan was engraved underneath of the name. Half of it was a dark blue shade and the other half was white. If I had to take a guess, I would say that it was the Uchiha family crest and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Who had a family crest anymore? Stupid rich people. There was a ramp that extended from the docks and onto the deck of the ship and a few ropes tethered the boat to the wooden posts.

"When are we going to be getting back?" I couldn't help but question. "And where's this island anyway?"

"We'll be back by Monday," It was Sasuke who answered and he made his way in front of Naruto and lead the way up the ramp. "As for the island, it's off the coast of a city near Suna."

"Suna?" I raised a brow, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Isn't that like, a three day trip from here?"

"Not by boat." Was his only response. I rolled my eyes at his vague answer and struggled behind Naruto as we climbed up the ramp. It wasn't until we were almost on deck of the boat when a voice shouted out from behind us.

"Hey! Guys, wait up!"

We all stopped and turned just in time to see a whirlwind of green coming right at us. He was waving his arms back in forth in the air like a maniac and a duffel bag that was slung over his skinny shoulders was flying out behind him as he ran. The bowel cut was the first thing that caught my attention and next came the bushy eyebrows. It took a moment, but the boy finally caught up to us and stood panting on the ramp.

"Bushy brows?" Naruto questioned in confusion and I almost blanched at the nickname. "What are you doing here?"

"I am coming with you!" Lee grinned and threw a thumps up in our direction.

"Coming with us?" I questioned, turning my head to catch Sasuke's eyes.

"I almost forgot," He spoke in his drawling voice. "Lee's coming with us."

"He is?" The confused blonde questioned.

"Yes," The green clad boy responded. "My family is close with Sasuke's, and I am supposed to come with you guys this year!"

I shrugged. "It's fine with me." I was actually glad that Lee would be coming because it would be so much more comfortable with him there. Not only that, but he would help balance out Naruto's stupidity with his common sense.

"Whatever," Naruto grumbled. "Let's just go already."

"Yes, let us go!" Lee grinned and casually tossed an arm over my shoulders as we continued up the ramp and emerged onto the deck of the yacht. It was as beautiful on the boat as it was from the dock. From there, I could see a peanut shaped pool on the back of the boat and comfortable looking chairs were placed around it. Right beside that was a moderately sized hot tub with industrial sized jets installed all throughout it. I raised a brow at this. Who needed a pool on a boat?

"Good evening, Master Sasuke," A masculine voice cut through Naruto's loud whooping and we all turned our attention to an old looking man standing near the doorway that lead below deck. His dark graying hair sat atop his head in no particular style and a black and white captain's hat was placed upon it. Kindly wrinkles sprung out on his face as he peered at us with piercing green eyes. "And good evening to you as well, Master Lee."

"Hey!" Naruto crossed his arms over his chest. "What about me, old man?"

I almost punched his arm at his rudeness.

"Ah," The old man's eyes sparkled. "Hello, Naruto."

"Charles," Sasuke nodded at him in acknowledgement before gently lowering his bag from his shoulder. "We're ready to go when you are."

Charles nodded with a kindly smile and turned his attention to me. "And who might this be?"

"This is Lyn-chan!" Lee all but thrust me forward. "She's coming with us."

"It's nice to meet you." I smiled.

"To you as well," Charles returned the smile and I caught a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. "You can all place your bags in your rooms and we'll set sail soon."

"Finally!" Naruto grinned and took off towards the door that lead below deck. "I call the master bedroom!"

"No way, idiot," Sasuke followed behind him. "It's my boat."

They both disappeared below and I let out a sigh. This could either go great and be really fun, or go bad and be miserable; I was hoping for the former choice.

"This is going to be great, Lyn-chan," Lee smiled down at me as he lead us towards the door. "Think of it as a huge sleepover!"

I seriously hoped that it wouldn't turn out as bad as it sounded.


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