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Sasuke had understood there was going to be a party, but what he hadn't been aware of at the time was just how many people would be there. Knowing Naruto, he should have at least suspected that when the dobe said "the whole village," he meant the whole village. Upon entering the mansion -after all the ninjas of Konoha had already popped out of their carefully chosen hiding places, scaring the shit of him- Sasuke groaned. The mansion, with all it's space, was packed full. Who knew there could be so many people in such a little village as this?

Sasuke, though, had come prepared. Of course, Sasuke being Sasuke, he had a plan. Well, a rough sketch of a plan at least.

Step 1: arrive and looked semi-shocked.

Step 2: glare at the party guests until they all start getting a little more than uncomfortable. (Maybe then I can keep them all under my thumb and under control).

Step 3: get absolutely wasted. (Hey, if there's alcohol -free alcohol, at that- why not drink it? It was his party after all).

Sasuke hadn't planned on a "step 4" quite yet, but he decided that if he still needed the plan at that point, he would think of one when the time called for it. He might even throw in an extra step between the first three steps, just for the hell of it. Why? Because Sasuke was just that kind of person, that's why, and if you didn't like him he could care less.

Well, "step 1" went pretty smoothly, except the fact that he didn't act shocked at all, just pissed. Between "step1" and "step 2," "step 3" decided to jump in a little early as people started shoving drinks at him. It seemed that, along with Naruto's stash that had already been there, almost everyone had brought a cooler with even more liquor packed inside. Sasuke would bet that every kind of alcoholic beverage ever made was at his mansion that day.

Also, most people had brought him gifts -and most of those certain people were, of course, fan girls. So mainly he just looked at the packages and piled them one by one in a dark corner somewhere so that he might look at them again later. Funny thing was, not a single girl objected to having their "perfect, special, and priceless" gift shoved away and forgotten about. He growled, frustrated and annoyed, under his breath. Not even being openly rude to them would make them leave him alone. "Step 2" was being put into effect.

Somewhere and some time later among the chaos, he managed to find Naruto. Well, run into Naruto would probably be a better way to put it. The Kyuubi container was walking straight through the middle of the crowded living room, laughing and stumbling drunkenly with one arm thrown sluggishly around Kiba Inuzuka's shoulders. "Dobe, I fucking swear I am going to kill you for this," Sasuke growled, indicating the party as a whole.

But Naruto just laughed some more, abandoning Kiba's shoulders for Sasuke's instead, only causing more irritation on the Uchiha's part. "Sasuke, man, this is your party. At least try to enjoy it. Seriously, lighten up." Sasuke only glared harder. "…Eh. Fine, be an asshole. Come on, you need some more to drink."

Finally, time to engage step three to full action, Sasuke thought, brushing a hand through his messy hair. Thank god. "Wasted" was what he needed at the moment - maybe it would get rid of his goddamn headache.

From that point on the party was a blur. A distant, hazy, blur. He vaguely remembered Naruto dancing around on the bar in the basement, loud music and people laughing in the background. Sasuke happened to be sitting at the bar and looking up at him, and before long Naruto had his shirt off, revealing perfect abs. Sasuke also -distantly- remembered admiring him at that moment.

The next thing -and the last thing- Sasuke could really remember was Naruto in his infamous "Sexy Jutsu" form, wearing a skimpy little outfit that could hardly be considered an outfit at all, and still dancing around up on the bar, winking and throwing suggestive smiles Sasuke's way. The girls who were around had been frowning at him and had called him an idiot, but the guys in the room gave him a big round of applause for the way he was strutting about, showing off long legs and medium sized breasts. All the while Naruto just kept giggling and winking.

But that was the last thing Sasuke remembered, as mentioned a moment before. He woke up the next morning with one hell of a killer headache. Sasuke had been intoxicated plenty of times in his life, but he couldn't remember ever having a hangover before. God, he was an Uchiha for crying out loud. Uchiha's did not get hungover, and Uchiha's never got sick. What the fuck was wrong with him lately? Was his body just malfunctioning or some shit?

Anyway, Sasuke was such a wreck that next day that he didn't even care for the fact that he woke up naked. And his brain just did not register the fact that his bed smelled faintly like Naruto's apartment. Recovery was a long while in coming. In fact, almost a week in coming. Or at least, that was how long the head splitting lasted. During the week after that he would still get occasional spells of migraines. During the headaches he wouldn't be able to move or walk or talk, or even sleep. Sometimes the migraine would last for as long as three hours, other times it was only a few minutes.

God, how is a hangover this bad even possible, he wondered one day while rubbing his forehead.

But if the headaches were bad, the state of the house was even worse. It had been perfect before the party, but now…. Ugh. Just ugh. He didn't even want to think about clean up duty. He almost called up some of the ninjas of the village and told them to "fucking get here and clean his fucking house." And he would have called them, if not for his head hurting so much so that he could not even use the phone.

So, Sasuke attempted to clean the mansion himself, and was about halfway done nearly a month later. There were still a few broken windows and carpet stains to be accounted for, the refrigerator door still hung slightly off its hinges, and there were empty bottles everywhere, most of them broken. He didn't even consider opening the presents he had been given - each and every one of them still jammed into the corners all around the house. He simply went around and began stuffing each little pile into plastic garbage bags.

Sasuke was slow when it came to chores, you understand. He just wasn't used to doing it, and he definitely wasn't used to the headaches. A month after the party and the pain was almost constant. This was definitely not a hangover.

So, Sasuke Uchiha finally broke down and gathered the strength to drag himself over to Tsunade's.

After a painful 30 minutes of intense questioning and cursing, the old hag finally gave him something for his headaches and made him leave. She didn't have to get all pissy, he thought grumpily. It's not my fault if she got hungover too. It's not like I was the one who planned the damn party.

The medicine Tsunade had given him worked surprisingly well for his headaches - and thank god, or else he probably would have marched right back to her doorstep and demanded she give him something else. At least the lack of head splitting headaches gave him more resolve to clean. Another month, and the house was finally back to the way it had been before - not saying that it was perfect, just decently habitable. That was good, of course, but he had hardly seen anyone that he really knew since the night of the party. Not that he minded that part of course - as an Uchiha he especially enjoyed his peace and alone time. But he was also in dire need of food. He was completely out… of everything. Sighing, he left for the village... again - only twice since the night of the party.

Sasuke saw a few familiar faces in town that day, and he gave slight nods to acknowledge them, but never anything more than that. The Uchiha growled under his breath when he reached the grocery store, though. He despised shopping, even just grocery shopping.

Fuck it. I'd rather eat ramen than go there. He shivered inwardly at the thought of having to carry bags upon plastic bags of groceries home with him.

So, Sasuke turned away from the store and paid the ramen shop a visit. Surprisingly, the little place was noticeably Naruto-less, and as Sasuke munched over ramen - ramen of all things - he pondered on whether he considered that a good thing or not. It wasn't until after he had already finished his meal that he realized he was sitting in the same exact seat he and Naruto had been sitting that day after he had arrived back from his mission. He remembered what Naruto had said that day: "I just… I haven't seen you in two weeks and I just… I wanted you to spend some time with me…." Of course, Sasuke had recognized it as a lie before the words even left the blonde dobe's lips… but then he saw the emotions flash across Naruto's face as he considered his own words. The dobe had almost actually cried.

Sasuke shook himself out of it and proceeded to go for a walk, and then he thought that maybe he might consider grocery shopping. God, he didn't want to be eating ramen all the time. He shuddered at the very thought.

Standing upon the all too familiar bridge, he leaned over the railing, and watched the sky darken as day faded slowly into night. The sky had just turned a bluish-grey when he heard a very small voice from behind. "Um… Sasuke?"

A/N: Again, sorry sorry, sorry. I've been busy and I didn't mean for this chap. to be so short. I promise the next one is longer and I'm almost done. Please stick around, and please don't hate me. -sweat drop-