Chapter 9: The House Party: Part 1
"Bye honey!"
"Bye mom…"
"Don't forget to listen to your brother now, okay?"
"Okay, mom…"
"I love you muffin-cake!"
"… Yeah, love you too, mom."
"BYE!!"
BANG!
…And Uchiha Mikoto and Fugaku had left the building.
Sasuke sighed as he watched his mother and father get into the limo, Mikoto waving her hand vigorously at him. He awkwardly waved back, achieving a very happy smile from his mother. This was it… time to party.
Everyone had been so excited over the past week, chatting away about all the drunken possibilities that could happen. Yep, this was going to be one hell of a party indeed.
"Sasuke?" A voice came from within the house.
"Living room." He simply replied.
He turned around to see Itachi entering the room and leaning against the wall. Sasuke eyed him wearily, causing his older brother to sigh.
"Everything will be fine, little brother. I'll have everything under control. There will be no need to worry, I give you my word."
Sasuke stared hard at Itachi for a moment until he gave a small sigh and smiled a little.
"Fine…"
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Kiri looked at her reflection in the mirror, giving a few twirls. She gave a loud and agitated sigh.
"Ah, damn it! What can I wear?"
She went back to her wardrobe, pulling out any clothes she had left. (Which would be a small percentage as most of her wardrobe was stretched out all over her bedroom floor.)
She tried pulling off the extremely tight top she had on, ending up with it being stuck on her head, her favourite lacy black bra on the show for anyone who walked in and saw her in such a position.
A knock came at the door.
"Damn it… I'm not decent!" She called out, struggling even more to pull the deathly top over her head.
"It's me, Nasumi." (A/N: Sorry but it is official, she shall now be called Nasumi rather than Nasuni as the actual person who is her can't make up her damn mind about the name. So regardless of what she says.. She is now Nasumi. Sorry again..)
"Um, just a sec!"
Kiri attempted to pull the top off once more but only ended up falling on the floor with a crash.
"What's going on in there?!" She heard Nasumi's troubled voice.
"H-help me…" She murmered.
The door could be heard opening almost instantly and Kiri was pulled up off the floor, with the murderous top being pulled over her head also. She blinked a few times until she saw Nasumi looking at her amusedly.
She was dressed in a black puffy skirt with purple tights, a purple corset with black laces, a black cardigan and black pumps.
"Wow.. Someone looks nice." Kiri smiled.
"And someone looks like a complete idiot, but thank you for the compliment, darling." Nasuni replied, looking Kiri's appearance over and then looking around for something tidy for the girl to wear.
She picked up a pair of black skinny jeans, a white short sleeved, puffy-ish top, a navy cardigan and some navy converse.
"There." She said simply, shoving the small pile into Kiri's arms. "Now go put those on."
Kiri looked in the mirror once more, but this time at her hair.
"But what about my-"
"Just leave it long and curly." Nasumi cut her off, admiring her friend's long and curly blue-ish locks. (Another note… Her hair WAS naturally straight but I changed my mind. My hair is naturally curly and I like it so yeah, go figure. I also straighten my fringe and underneath my hair, looks better. She has very long hair though so it'll look even nicer on her in my opinion.)
Kiri nodded, going off to get changed.
"Oh and Kiri," Nasumi began. Kiri whipped around, "Yes?"
"… Nice bra."
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Ding dong!
"Hey, let's PART-AY!"
Sasuke looked up from his position on the sofa to see Naruto, Neji, Shikamaru, Ragna and Kiba enter the house, cans and bottles of beer, flagons of cider and even a bottle of Malibu, vodka and whiskey in their hands and most probably in their bags.
'Oh god…' Sasuke thought at the sight of all the alcohol. Now Sasuke did have a good drink now and again, but never did he get so smashed that he forgot even a small detail of the events that had happened. Neither was he too fond of alcohol either. It just made you feel good for a few hours, whoop-dee-doo! Just hope all that goodness doesn't turn into the vile contents that piles out of your mouth and into the toilet or on the floor even after gulping down excessive amounts.
Naruto looked around, surveying the area.
"Um, Sasuke… where is everyone?"
"Not here yet."
They all looked around to see Itachi leaning against a wall, wearing a red ¾ shirt with a black loose tie and black skinny jeans. His hair was in its usual (UBER HOT) style.
Ragna stepped in, "Ah well.. Might as well unwind." He smirked, removing the rucksack from his back, pulling out a chilled bottle of beer. The others shrugged, got their own bottles and made themselves comfy while they waited for the others.
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Minutes seemed like hours to the boys, even after more guys arrived, but where were those damn girls?
Suddenly the door bounced open and in danced the lovely ladies, laughing and chattering. They were all dressed up pretty whether they were wearing skirts, shorts, jeans, a dress or whatever.
Everyone looked at the girls, "It's about bloody time, what the hell have you been doing?"
Sakura looked at said person, "Hey, beauty isn't just miracles. Now get some music playing people, it's party time!"
Music began to play and everyone started to get drinks, dance etc.
Itachi looked around, searching for his favourite little girl. She was not to be found.
He saw Hinata and grabbed her quickly, "Hey, where's Kiri?"
Hinata looked at him, her cheeks heating up almost instantly. Close contact wasn't her thing.
"Um.. Sh-she said she would be r-running a bit late. D-don't worry though, sh-she's with Nasumi-chan." The timid girl stuttered out.
At that precise moment, the front door slammed open to reveal a serious looking Gaara holding an unconscious Nasumi, with a very confused looking Kiri and a worried Miku following after them. And soon after that following in a sorry looking Deidara and an angry Sasori.
Most of the girl population in the room rushed to Gaara, wondering what in the world had happened to poor Nasumi.
"What the hell happened?!" Ino demanded.
"Well you see," Gaara started, "Mr. Hyperactive over there," He said, referring to Deidara with his eyes, "decided to give a huge welcoming , 'yeah!' to Kiri, who dodged and ended up having Nasumi in her place to be crushed."
Deidara had taken the chance while Gaara was speaking to escape the situation, and blend in with the others, thus leaving the other utterly confused. Ah well, that's life for you.
Everyone went back to their original places as Gaara went over to place Nasumi on the couch in the corner where it was calm and quiet. Before leaving her there though, he let his soft eyes linger on her sleeping figure, giving a small and warm smile.
Kiri watched the small scene in front of her. She smiled happily, thinking of how their children would turn out. 'Awww… so cute!'
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"Boo."
Kiri's eyes widened as she put a hand over her heart dramatically, "Holy shit! What the hell are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" She said, turning around to find Itachi smirking down at her. He was at least a head taller than her.
"And good evening to you too." He said, passing her a bottle of beer, one already in his other hand.
She eyed the bottle suspiciously but took it just as well. What could he possibly do to a simple bottle of beer? Drug it?
"Good slave." Itachi said, smirking as she glared fiercely at him.
"Oh come now, little one. You should have gotten used to that already."
He smirked once more as she went to swipe him with her free hand. He held on tight to her wrist and brought his face closer to hers teasingly.
Before things could get any hotter, a palm suddenly stuck Itachi in the face and he let go of Kiri.
"Excuse me, Itachi, but do not do that to my best friend."
Kiri turned her head to her saviour and grinned, "Thank you, Nasumi-chan."
Nasumi smiled back, whilst also stealing the bottle from her best friend's grip. Yup, there was no way she was going to stay in a coma half the night while there was a party going on.
"No, thank you!" She grinned and danced off.
Itachi stood there, eyes widened a little. Kiri looked up at him, stuck her tongue out and then followed after her friend.
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Sasuke stood awkwardly, an annoyed expression placed on his well defined face as a tipsy Sakura leaned on him for support whilst babbling on about god knows what.
"And also, Sasu-kun, you should ask me out on a date coz' like… Neji took TenTen out on one and it's jus' not fair to me… ya' know? AND Naruto! You should tell him to pull his head outta his ass and ask Hinata out already, I mean seriously! She totally loves the guy."
Sasuke sighed. He already knew about the Hinata liking Naruto, I mean, who didn't? Except for Naruto of course. It was practically obvious. And Naruto liked her, it was obvious to Sasuke. Maybe not for others, but he could see right through Naruto. He could read him like a book.
Sasuke looked down at Sakura. He stared at her for a few seconds, nearly getting lost in her large, emerald eyes. Sakura looked up at him, innocently.
"What?" She asked.
Suddenly, Sasuke felt himself getting closer to Sakura, his lips coming forward to meet her rosy pink.
Then he stopped.
A hand was placed on his face, stopping him from getting any closer.
He heard Sakura huff, "S-Sasuke-kun! I feel.. I feel… what do I feel?" She pondered for a moment until her eyes brightened, "Oh yeah! I-I feel that you are only doing this for the sake of our child…D…Doo… oh god, how I detest that stupid name… our child Doof."
Sasuke stared at her, totally dumbfound.
Sakura got off of him and stumbled off, turning around and saying "I'm sorry, Sasuke."
Sasuke stared at her retreating back, incredulously.
'WTF?!'
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Gaara and Nasumi were sat on a sofa, playing a very heated round of rock, paper, scissors.
ROCK!
PAPER!
SCISSORS!
"YES!" Nasumi cheered as she wrapped her "paper" hand around Gaara's "rock" fist.
Gaara pouted, taking another swig of his whiskey.
"Best out've f-fifty?" He slurred.
Nasumi's eyes glowed, "YOU'RE ON! And soooo going down Sandy pants!"
After 10 more rounds of the game and a 4 rounds of shots, It was pretty easy to say that they were both smashed.
"Awww my gawwwd! Would yoooh please ssstop spinninining thee room pleashe!" Nasumi slurred, holding on to Gaara to prevent him from "spinninining thee room".
Suddenly she felt herself being knocked forward, into Gaara's arms/lap.
"Oh, sorry dude!" A voice came.
Nasumi felt her cheeks heat up almost instantly. She looked up and in one fleeting second, her lips connected with Gaara's. Both eyes closed and hidden in their own world, their tongues danced for dominance. The moment was so fiery and passionate… well that was until someone decided to shout out…
"DRINKING GAMES!"
Nasumi broke the kiss and shouted out, "I'M IN!" She fell off Gaara's lap and onto the floor, crawling to the kitchen where the games were being held.
Gaara sat dazed on the sofa, staring into the distance, then falling backwards into a deep slumber.
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"DRINKING GAMES!"
Kiri eyed Ragna's mischievous look. They had fought over who would win in a drinking contest, so Ragna challenged her and she obviously accepted.
Ragna set up the rounds while people started to gather around, either watching or having their own little games.
Kakuzu was already taking in bets.
Itachi appeared with Kisame, wondering what was going on. As soon as he saw Kiri sat down opposite of Ragna, people gathered around them, his curiosity grew even more.
He saw the shots of vodka, double vodka etc and smirked. This would be quite amusing.
"So who do ya think'll win?" Kisame grunted.
Itachi looked to his friend and shrugged, "Who knows."
Kisame smirked, "I put 10 on the guy. There's no way a girl like her could possibly beat a guy."
"Aa." Came Itachi's reply.
"Here we go…"
FIRST ROUND! - VODKA.
Both took a shot glass in hand, salt on their other with a lemon in hand.
"3, 2, 1, go!"
Both quickly gulped down the vodka, licked the salt off of their hand and took a bite out of the lemon, slamming their glasses on the counter.
Kiri's hit the surface first, her face twisted from the sourness of the lemon.
"Aha!" She grinned. Ragna rolled his eyes and both moved on to the next round.
SECOND ROUND - DOUBLE VODKA
The same thing happened again, except his time, Ragna won. Kiri narrowed her eyes at him while he smirked at her.
Rounds later…
The pair were now highly intoxicated and could barely see what they were doing.
Both held tight to their shot glasses, repeating the same process they had been doing for the last twenty or so minutes. The pair eyed each other, waiting for the other to drop their head. It was almost time now… and then suddenly.
Bang.
Ragna's head was faced down on the counter, and snoring could then be heard coming from his unconscious form. Nasumi slammed her hand on his back as she shouted, "BOOM BABY!"
Kiri jumped up, pounding her fist in the air, "Hells yeahhh! Who de bitch?!- OOF!" Her body went straight to the floor. Everyone cheered her on while Itachi rushed over, scooping her limp figure up in his arms.
He left the kitchen and made his way upstairs.
'Left… right… left… and here.'
Itachi looked at the large door in front of him and without hesitating, opened it. And inside was his… bedroom.
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(Sasuke: No, duh. Even Naruto would have guessed that.)
(Weasel-Fan: Ah, shut it, emo boy.. Anyways..)
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He placed the intoxicated female on his rather luxurious, large bed. He sat down next to her, looking over her sleeping form with his charcoal eyes. Suddenly, she started to stir and soon her eyes met his.
"… 'Tachiii? W-where am I?" She asked, eyes glittering in the dark.
"My room." He simply replied.
"…Oh."
She shifted from her lying position and attempted to move over to him, only ending up with her almost falling off the bed. He instantly grabbed her arms, pulling her back onto the bed before she could hit the floor.
She blinked and stared at him through the darkness.
He simply let her stare as he watched her in return.
"Itachi…" She started.
"Hn."
"H-how many days do I have l-left until I'm f-free.. ?" Kiri asked, her eyes never leaving his.
"A week, I believe."
"..Oh." She gave a nod, "So like… what kind of a slave am I again?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with something.
"… a slave."
"Yeah, yeah, I know! But like.. What kind of slave am I?"
She was drunk. He had to remember that. She was absolutely drunk.
"Ita-kuuun…" She purred.
Her finger tips lightly brushed over his shoulder, causing him to flinch a little. And suddenly, he was pushed back against the bed while she straddled him.
"Kiri."
Kiri took no notice of him as she brought her face closer to his, her hands moving towards his manhood.
"Kiri."
She giggled drunkenly, edging closer again, her finger tips getting ever so close to his private area.
"Ita-!" She was cut off when their positions changed. She was no longer on top, but trapped underneath Itachi, his hands pinning her arms beside her head.
He stared down at her. Her mood suddenly changed as she felt slightly angry yet scared.
"Get off of me." She demanded.
"No."
She glared up at him and struggled to push him off, "Get off!"
"No." He answered again.
"I said get off-!"
His lips met hers. She gasped, surprised with the sudden action, letting him enter her mouth. Forgetting any anger she held against him, she joined in with the action, savouring the moment. Their tongues in a fight for dominance, the temperature in the room began to rise a little.
They stopped their actions while she pulled of his shirt, then returning to their passionate kissing once more. He removed her cardigan, not breaking the kiss. Soon enough, she was left without a top too, showing off her favourite bra. Their tongues danced as the temperature rose even further.
Her hands then went for his pants, where she attempted to undo his belt.. and that's when it hit Itachi. He broke the kiss, leaving her to stare up at him in confusion.
He looked down at her innocent expression. What the hell was he thinking? This girl was drunk! Going any further with the girl would be taking advantage… She was probably still a virgin for crying out loud! Her brother was probably downstairs… Her brother, practically his best friend.
"Itachi?" She whispered, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek.
Itachi snapped out of his thoughts and returned to reality in which he was about to take advantage of an intoxicated 16/17 year old girl. What fun.
He got off of her and got up off the bed. Kiri's eyes never left him, confusion swimming in them.
He grabbed his shirt and slowly put it on. Her scent lingered on the collar.
"Itachi…?"
Itachi turned to the confused girl, lying on his bed, her top no longer on.
"Go to sleep." He said simply.
"But-"
Itachi put a finger on her lips, hushing her. He pulled back his bed covers and let her climb into them. After she got comfy, he made his way for the door.
"Itachi…"
He stopped in his tracks, waiting for her to carry on.
Silence filled the room for a few moments until she spoke again.
"…Never mind."
"Hn."
And with that, he left the girl in his room alone.
He made his way down the long, silent hallway, running the sudden events through his head. And in the words of Nara Shikamaru himself, 'How troublesome…'
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Oks, well that's chapter…9?. Sorry if its crappy. I had to come up with stuff to write. I don't think its that bad .. Hope you liked it anyways (:
Opinions and ideas will be greatly accepted. But please, I don't care what it's about… don't moan to me bout something silly coz right now Im not in the mood. Tis 02:21... And Im absolutely shattered and moaning jus annoys me so yeah, please don't moan to me.
Also, sorry for any bad grammar etc, like I said, Im shattered.
Anyways, hope ya'll liked it.
ByeByes and Goodnight!
x Mrs Weasel-Fan x