A/N: This one is meant for a laugh, since I know most of my stories as of late have been serious and angsty/emo. I had the thought in my head all day since I went to get my mom a turkey and carried a large chicken the whole way to the cashier before realizing my mistake. Yes, I'm a moron. Yes, it's why I love Naruto so so much. He reminds myself of me. Especially his love for ramen, I live off that stuff during the winter.

One-Shot #37
Thanksgiving Chicken

The wall was cold, just like the rest of his lonely little apartment. It felt amazing against his skin, heated from frustration and despair. He sank slowly to the ground, pulling his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly. His blue eyes were darkened and sad, his blonde hair falling in front of his eyes.

That was it. It was done. He refused to go on. He had given up.

Thanksgiving was ruined.

The first time in his life he had friends who were willing to come to his shitty little apartment, and he promised them a Thanksgiving feast like no other. He failed miserably.

First the stuffing burned black as charcoal. Then he put too much milk in the mashed potatoes, making mashed potato soup. Upon realizing he didn't have any vegetables cooking, he tried to be creative. Once again, his stupidity reigns. The frozen mixed vegetables in his freezer were freezer burnt, and smelled horrible while cooking them. The only thing that didn't turn out totally ruined was the turkey, which turned out to be a damn chicken…Wrong species of bird, genius!

Naruto felt like giving up. He felt like locking the door, turning off the lights, and going back to bed. He wanted to sleep until everyone forgot about his promise to cook them a 'feast like no other.' He silently figured he would be sleeping for a while. Move over Rumpelstiltskin, Naruto Uzumaki is taking over!

It was nearly dinner time, and Sasuke was actually early. When he arrived to the blonde's door, he saw all the lights off, and door locked, and the silent sound of crying from inside. Instantly becoming worried, he picked the lock and let himself in.

The room was still cold, but it had a faint smell of burnt and rotten food, a smell that didn't set well on anyone's senses. He looked in the kitchen to see a bird of some sort lying on the counter, burnt stuffing sitting next to it. Taking notice on the garbage, he saw it was almost full of random vegetables, all looking rotten or freezer burnt…or both. Sasuke turned around, looking for Naruto. He finally found him, huddling in the corner, not wanting to be seen. Looking closer, Sasuke saw the faint reflecting light on several bottles scattered around him. They were bottles of sake. Naruto was drunk.

"Naruto?" Sasuke leaned down in front of Naruto, who had tears streaming down his face.

"Go home, bastard. Nothing to see here. I'm done…" Naruto hiccupped, the bottle he was cradling close to him fell to the floor.

"Idiot, what happened?"

"The vegetables were…bad…" Naruto hiccupped in between words, which were slurred. "Made a Thanksgiving chicken, though. Basted in butter or something close to it. Maybe it was ketchup. I forget now."

"Don't you mean turkey, baka?"

"No, bastard! I said a chicken! I cooked a chicken! A chicken! Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken!" Naruto banged his head against the wall with each repeated word. Sasuke faintly saw his eyes beginning to spin as his vision became blurry.

"How did you confuse chicken and turkey, baka?" Sasuke asked offhandedly, smirking.

"Because I'm stupid." It wasn't said mockingly, it was said with a serious tone, a tone that Naruto usually got when he was dead set on doing something, even though he knew he'd end up hurt.

Sasuke just stared at the drunken blonde in front of him. What had happened that day to turn the bright and happy Naruto into a puddle of his former self, huddled against the wall and crying?

"It's not all that bad. Besides, I don't like turkey all that much. I'd much rather have chicken anyway." Naruto's eyes shot up, eyeing him curiously with an eyebrow raised.

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure, and maybe you'll start a new trad…" Sasuke didn't get to finish his sentence, for he was being suffocated by a drunken Naruto who jumped the teen, hugging him fiercely.

"Thank you, Sasuke, thank you." Turning his head, he buried it into Sasuke's neck. "Will you help me finish, then?"

Sasuke shuddered, Naruto's breath hot on Sasuke's skin as he talked. "Sh..sure…"

The raven-haired teen tried to pry the blonde off of him, but found Naruto limp in his arms. The blonde had passed out. Too much alcohol consumption on an empty stomach always has that outcome. Dragging the blonde to his bed, he tucked Naruto in and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Dobe," Sasuke whispered. "You ruin everything…beautifully."

We all know Sasuke loves Naruto. Now if he'd just admit it, all would be right in the world.

Hint, Hint, Wink, Wink Mr. Kishimoto...