Well, demon-flying wanted a yaoi and I could choose the pairing… and for lack of a better idea it's a sasunaru with a hint if gaaneji

… MEAT CIRCUS!

IMORTANT: thank you to the Beta! All hail Therése Sundfors!

T.A.T.T.O.O

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He couldn't believe he'd done it. How stupid could he be? How much had he had to drink? And how in the world had Neji, of all people, talked him into getting this!

Craning his neck to look over his shoulder, Sasuke sighed. It was done now, and unless he wanted to spend a large chunk of his inheritance getting it removed, it would always be. It wasn't even his color. The orange thing that now adorned his skin made him glare. Orange! Of all the colors it could have been, it was orange. Well, it did have some red in it, but mostly it was shades of orange. If any of his fan-girls had seen it they would have screamed in horror at the color and implication or would have fallen in a dead faint at its location.

You see, Sasuke had gone and gotten himself a tattoo. Not just any tattoo, oooh no! This one was special! It was a sun design that has nine waving 'arms', in orange, around a red spiral on the light-orange middle sphere. And where else would such a lovely tattoo go? On his lower back almost sinking below his pant line like its counterpart set on the horizon. Glaring at it he wondered if the tattoo… IST had recognized him. Fleetingly he wondered what the person that did these things was called anyway.

Turning away from the mirror, he glared at the tube of ointment that sat, if he dare say it, mockingly on his dresser. It wished pain on him, oh how it wished it. Snatching it from its perch, his eyes raked the back panel again. From what it said, he'd gathered that he really needed to put it on the new stain that decorated his skin. Keep it from getting infected.

Pondering how much it would hurt when he applied it, the raven haired boy squished a small amount of the odorless cream into his fingers. Slowly, reaching back to smear the ointment over the tattoo, he berated himself for being a coward and pressed his fingers into the mark. Hissing sharply in pain, eyes wide, he quickly whipped his hand around his body to support himself as he leaned against the vanity.

Okay, way too much pressure. Well, a new life lesson learned - be nice to the tattoo and it won't hurt you back. Reaching around again, he gingerly rubbed the ointment into his skin, eyes slightly squinted in pain.

Sighing, once again, the sixteen year old avenger pulled on one of his longer shirts and headed out for training.

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Naruto looked over ay Sasuke… again. He'd been acting weird. All careful of his back and stuff.

Now, it may come as a surprise to you, but when Naruto uses his brain, he's actually very smart. The reason he doesn't use it much is because thinking too much depresses him, what with the whole lack of love thing. So, he doesn't use his brilliant brain-meats unless necessary. Anyway, he was using them now! And after having discreetly watched Sasuke during training, he'd seen that Sasuke wouldn't let anything touch his back. Odd.

Now, most people wouldn't have noticed a thing. Sakura certainly hadn't, or she would have been all over him with the worrying and the cooing and all the feminine things most guys despised. Sasuke especially. As for Kakashi, well, unless he said something you couldn't really tell what he knew, but Kakashi also knew Sasuke, so he'd most likely let him be. This left Naruto, yes our color-challenged, hyper, fox-boy of magnificence! Ahem, so at any rate Naruto had noticed and had a plan!

The blonde had guessed that his comrade had hurt himself during training most likely with Neji and hadn't told anyone. Seeing as that's a hard to reach area, our hero also guessed he hadn't been able to clean it well and now it was hurting him. So, being the great friend that he is, he's going to help! Therefore, he planed to 'pounce upon' Sasuke, and inspect the wound. There wasn't any other way. Sasuke sure as hell wouldn't let him see it willingly, hence the pouncing part. Now he just needed the opportunity.

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Sasuke's eyebrows were so close together he was sure they'd melt onto a uni-brow soon. Damn his back hurt, all the stretching and moving and, ARGH, it just hurt! And now Naruto was looking at him funny, great! This was just great! He needed a local anesthetic or something. Yeah, that would be nice…

As uncharacteristic as it is, Sasuke's brain wandered off on this thought. Plans for breaking into the hospital to steel painkillers and visions of killing tattoo artists danced in his head, totally blocking out the world. As well as a young blonde, bright orange, ninja sneaking up on him. Oh, poor, poor Sasuke.

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'Is he spaced out?' Naruto asked himself, 'if only I had a camera…'

Crouching, ready to spring, Naruto's mind flitted over the plan once more. It was gonna work - too simple not to! 'And here goes nothin''.

Launching himself at his rival, he wished again that he had a camera - Sasuke looked so funny. They tumbled to the ground, Sasuke on his stomach and Naruto straddling his ass. The raven haired boy winced slightly as his back was jostled.

'Oh SHIT.'

TBC

… Well, that took forever, and I'm lazy… yeah. I've also decided to post this in two parts why? Cause I can. Anyway, for any of you who ever played Psychonauts… are you making a pie?