Note-shochu is a grain alcohol made from barley and potatoes.
Prompt 8—Dare
Rated-T
Can You Handle the Truth?
By Kaze & Kiba
Summary-Boredom breeds brainlessness.
A/N-I do not condone underage drinking—unless you are an awesome, ass-kicking ninja. ~K&K
Three days with absolutely nothing to do.
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Sakura lay on her back with her head upside down, hanging off the edge of the hotel bed. She watched the rainwater drip from the ceiling where it was leaking into the bucket on the floor.
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There was a storm raging outside—a huge storm. Hurricane force winds had ground their mission to a complete halt. Now they were stuck waiting out the tropical storm in a teeny, tiny space.
In fact, they were extremely lucky that they had a room to share between just the three of them. Every inn in the small coastal village was booked to the rafters with travelers trying to find shelter from the monstrous storm. Most of the other guests were six to a room, but the room they were allotted was more the size of a storage closet than anything else. One single-sized bed and one chair fit in the small space. The bathroom was barely big enough to turn around in. And she had to share it with a pair of men who argued over practically anything and everything, for no other reason than to pass the time.
Being with them every moment of the day was wearing her nerves thin. If it wasn't the bragging over who was more powerful, or who'd completed more missions, it was Naruto's weird ideas—like walking on the ceiling to strengthen his chakra or using up all the cotton balls in her med kit to play a game of baskets. She'd stopped the dart game using senbon before it even started—they had to pay for any damages they made to the room and this mission's stipend was already running short because of the delay.
Sakura sighed. At least for the moment there was some quiet. It was Naruto's turn to go out into the one-hundred mile-per-hour winds and find them food. Sasuke sat in the chair, asleep, or just not talking, while she lay wondering if this stupid storm was ever going to tire itself out, and if not, how long it would be before they were all at each other's throats.
It was ungodly hot and humid in this place, and with the room's only window boarded over for safety, the teammates had resorted to either wearing swimwear—Sakura wore her bikini and Sasuke his trunks—or be like Naruto, who ran around the room in his skivvies. His joke about them all going butt-naked to beat the heat had met with a strong glare from Sasuke and a fist to the side of his face from Sakura.
Sakura was just dozing off herself when her stoic teammate spoke to her, something he rarely did unless she said something to him first.
"He's been gone almost two hours. Think he's in jail?" He'd been watching her fall asleep and for some reason decided to prevent it.
"Che," she scoffed, stretching her arms languidly to the floor and flipping her legs up over her head to stand up off from the bed. "If he is, then he can stay there until this storm blows through." She stood on her toes to elongate her stiff muscles and he watched her lithe, rounded form twist and bend in front of him in a rather pleasing manner.
'Finally, something interesting,' he thought, sightseeing.
All too soon, in his opinion anyway, Naruto came barging back into the room with a burst of wind and rain.
"Did you miss me, guys?"
"No," they answered, straight-faced, in unison.
"Ah, come on," he teased. "I gave you two plenty of time to make-out and everything. You should be thanking me."
"Dobe."
"Naruto!"
"All right, all right. Look here what I got us for dinner."
"It better not be—"
"Ramen! I found this little place just outside the village and he made a fresh batch just for us."
"Naruto! I wanted real food."
"This is real food, Sakura-chan. The best! And look what else I got!"
He pulled out a twelve pack of shochu.
"If you get drunk and puke in here, I'll kill you," Sakura grumbled. With two sweaty men confined in this tiny room, it smelled enough already.
"I won't get drunk. We can play a little drinking game to pass the time. The guy who sold me this said the storm should be over in two or three days."
"Days? Damn it, give me that bottle."
"Remember Sakura-chan, this stuff's pretty potent. It has two and a half times the alcohol content of…" He watched with his mouth hanging open as she drank down half a bottle in one long swig. Sasuke grabbed it from her and drank the rest.
"I learned how to drink from Tsunade, Naruto. I'm no lightweight, like you."
Four bottles later Sakura was giggling at Naruto's heretofore annoying antics. Sasuke was still sitting in his chair but now the permanent frown was gone, and he was feeling no pain. Naruto had a huge grin on his face—same as always.
"Hey! Let's play truth or dare."
"That's not fair, Naruto!"
"What? It's true."
"I meant, tell the truth about who you like, not what food you like. For gosh sake, I already know that. Everyone does."
"It counts. My turn—truth or dare, Sakura?"
"You cheater," she grumbled. "Truth."
"What is the name of the boy that you love?"
"You little—"
"See? That's how you should've asked. Come on now, Sakura-chan! Tell us the truth." He turned and gave Sasuke a wink that the dark-haired boy ignored.
"Forget it." Sakura threw a pillow at his head. "I pick dare!"
Naruto ducked and the pillow hit Sasuke. "Hey, you can't back out, that's cheating!"
"Same as you."
"Well then, I'm gonna make it a horrible dare." Naruto grinned evilly.
"Try your best, ramenface." Sakura flicked him in the forehead hard enough to make him wince and rub the lump already forming there. "I'm not afraid of your stupid dare."
"Really? All right." He put his chin in his palm and concentrated.
"Don't think too hard, Dobe. Your head might explode."
Sakura laughed.
"All right, Sakura-chan. I dare you to run around outside the entire inn, topless!"
"Pervert!"
"Dobe," Sasuke growled.
"That's ok, Sakura-chan." Naruto patted her shoulder in consolation. "I know you're chicken, baby-chan."
"I'm not chicken!"
"Backing out of a truth and a dare?"
"Who said I'm backing out?"
"Tch, there's no way you—whoa." Her bikini top hit his face and she was heading for the door, but Sasuke stopped her by putting his arms around her.
"Sasuke-kun, let go!'
Sasuke swung her away from the door without letting go. Naruto was standing in front of her now, frozen, his blue eyes glued to Sasuke's hands, which were holding her boobs.
"Holy shit," a trickle of blood ran from his nose.
"Pervert!" Sakura screamed, closing her eyes. She leaned back into Sasuke and, using him for leverage, aimed a kick directly at Naruto's face. The blond hit the wall with a groan.
"You owe me one, teme."
Sasuke dragged his struggling teammate into the bathroom and shut the door to hide her from Naruto's perverted eyes.
"Let me go, Sasuke-kun."
"Open your eyes, Sakura."
She opened them slowly and directly in front of her was the mirror. She gasped at what she saw—Sasuke standing behind her—his hands covering her breasts. She grabbed the hand towel off the rack and covered both herself and his hands.
"Sasuke, let go now."
"Truth."
"What?"
"Truth…who do you like?"
She blushed even harder. "Sasuke-kun! What the hell—"
"Tell me."
If he didn't move his hands soon Sakura knew that she was going to explode. "If I tell you, will you let go?"
"Aa."
"You," she whispered, looking at the wall to avoid his eyes. "I still like you."
His hands slid down to her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder, his mouth so close to her ear that she felt Sasuke's warm breath when he spoke.
"Dare."
"Dare?"
"I dare you to kiss me, Sakura."
~The End~
Happy Holidays, everyone!
K&K
