Disclaimers: A, I don't own Naruto
Bleeding Martini
By Areku1993
Chapter four: Drunken Fun
Martini collapsed back on her bed and sighed. "I'm so hungry..."
Kiba sat in a chair next to the door, fanning himself with a hand. Akamaru panted and curled up on the floor next to him. "Me, too..."
Hinata blinked and set down a box on the mahogany wood desk. "I'm not hungry at all..."
"I am," Neji added. "Kiba-san, get up. Martini-sama, why don't we go to the Ichiraku ramen shop and get some dinner?"
Martini nodded. She turned and asked, "Hinata-san, can you finish up here? I think there's only one box left. It's pretty big, can you handle it?"
Hinata nodded. "I can, Martini-san."
Martini smiled. "Thanks, Hinata-san."
"Beef ramen and sake."
"Roast chicken ramen with fine tequila."
Martini looked sideways at Neji and Kiba. "What's the legal drinking age here...?"
Kiba grinned. "Fifteen."
"And you're..."
"Sixteen."
"Sixteen, but I've never been drunk. Kiba's been drunk nearly eight times and his hangovers are like Hell to deal with." Neji sighed, tapping the counter.
"You should talk, Hyuuga-san." Kiba replied. "You've been drunk before. There was that time at Sakura's birthday party, you got so drunk you thought Tenten and Sakura and Ino were models. And when you woke up, you had such a bad hangover, you told Tenten to leave you alone and screw herself in Hell."
Martini, after placing her order of plain chicken ramen and an interestingly titled drink (That Kiba advised against mentally because it was so alcoholic, but said nothing), laughed. Neji glared death glares at Kiba. He, after the last few hours of helping Martini put her things in Kiba's spare room, had realized that Kiba had become extremely protective of the girl as if she were his own sister. By the way his eyes darted to her when she laughed or smiled, Neji concluded that Kiba was falling for the girl, thought she had no possible characteristics whatsoever.
What was his problem? Martini was just a rich girl with sucky parents. She was boring. Boring, like... Neji thought for a moment. Boring, like Hinata.
Their food arrived, and the first thing Martini tried was the drink she ordered, which was called a White Russian. Martini liked it...
So, once she finished her ramen, Martini drank the whole thing and ordered two more.
So, once she finished those, she blinked, grinned, and fell face first onto the bar.
Kiba and Neji sighed. "I've never seen anyone do that before," Neji commented, massaging his temples. "Not even you or Chouji."
Kiba prodded Martini with a finger. "She's out cold."
Neji pushed away from the bar and stood up. "I'd better take her back to your house."
"But I'm still hungry..." Kiba whined. "So is Akamaru!"
Neji sort of shot him a... Glance. "So stay and eat. I'll be back soon, after I put her to bed. I'd better lay out some Motrin and water for the hangover she'll have tomorrow."
Kiba nodded. "Right... Better hurry. I think she's dead..."
Meanwhile...
Hinata picked up the huge box and set it on her shoulder, carrying it easily to Martini's room. She was instructed to open every box and put away what was inside, but this box was different.
Hinata grabbed a crowbar, though she could have easily used her hands (Martini said that she might break something inside if she used her hands), and began to pry off the lid. Kicking it over, she watched as its contents spilled out. She was surprised to watch Aufer tumble from inside.
"Aufer-kun?" She cocked an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
"My apologies, Hinata!" He bowed repeatedly... To Hinata, it was like he would never stop. She was also surprised; Aufer was in such a hurry, he didn't have time to use respectable suffixes.
"Aufer-kun, Aufer-kun, what is it? Why did you let us smuggle you here where we could simply bring you in?"
"I didn't want Martini to know I was here." He revealed a thick, dusty, gold-bound book from his shirt. "Look at this! I found it while I was packing up Martini's things. It looks very old. I think it was written by her grandfather..."
"Aufer-kun, can this wait?"
"No! It's VERY important!"
Hinata sighed and grabbed a piece of paper off the desk. She scribbled "I finished and went home, Martini-san. -Hinata" and said, "Come on, let's go back to my house if this can't wait."
Hinata and Aufer were gone by the time Neji arrived home with Martini, wasted and unconscious in his arms. Looking around, and seeing that Martini's bed was littered with random objects such as perfume and makeup, he sighed angrily and propped her up in a chair. Hinata, obviously, didn't know where to put makeup, because Hinata never used makeup before. But Neji had seen his mother put on makeup many times before, and he knew that it was usually kept in bathrooms. So he gathered up the tubes of lipstick and mascara and carried them off to the bathroom, lining some neatly on the counter and putting the rest in small cases in drawers.
When Neji returned, Martini was in a different position that when he left her. She was staring at the ceiling now, eyes wide and bored, her fingers lacing and unlacing together, as if trying to entertain themselves. Neji blinked and said emotionlessly, "You're awake?"
Martini turned to him, blinking slowly, as if registering who he was. Her purple eyes were clouded with drunkeness. Then her face split in a wide grin. "Hiii, Nejiii-kuuun..."
"...Hi. Now Martini-sama, why don't you change and get in bed? It's late, and you're... You're still drunk, aren't you?" He asked, sighing.
Martini nodded. "Yup, yup!" She smirked. "Get in bed? Why don't you get in bed?" This phrase resulted in Martini beginning a fit of drunk giggling...
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means if you want to make love you just have to ask." She giggled.
Neji turned red. "What? I never said that..."
"But you're thinking it!" She replied smugly.
"No, I'm not!" Neji pointed at her bed. "Now go to bed."
Neji then found himself in a very complicated situation. Martini was clinging to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Her fingers slipped through his hair, pulling it from the loose ponytail. She squeezed a handful of hair slightly and leaned in for a kiss. "Neji-kun, come ooonnn... It's just sex..."
"JUST sex!" Neji pulled away from her and scrambled back into a wall, which was very un-Neji like. "JUST SEX!"
"Yeah, it's just sex." She picked her way over boxes and furniture over to him, and put her hands on either side of his head, touching the wood of the wall. "Is that what every sixteen year old boy wants?"
"NO!"
"Of course! All you want is hot, passionate, sex."
Neji hated the way she emphasized those three words. Martini pressed her body closer and leaned in, licking his ear, making him freeze, then flinch. Martini giggled when she felt him shudder. "Neji-kuuun, are you nerrrvousss?"
"Yes..."
Martini angled her head and gently bumped her forehead with his. "You shouldn't be... You know you want to..."
Neji, in a moment of panic, reached up with inhuman speed (Powered by fear she might actually kiss him) and pressed a pressure point behind Martini's neck. Martini paused and reached back, feeling her neck. Then, the girl simply closed her eyes and blacked out.
Neji wiped his ear on the back of his hand and said, "Maybe, unless that's the alcohol talking."