AN: Hello everyone. Im not dead, just been busy all these years. Going to try to keep up with story as well as finish my other WIP.

As always I do not own anything Naruto, just this story plot. Enjoy.

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My head hurt.

My body hurt.

My stomach was turning and even though my eyes were closed the room was still spinning. I had drank way to much the night before, bits and pieces floated to the surface and I grimaced. It had been a house party for one of my dear friends. By dear friend I mean my high school friend who I was all but frenemies with for most of the time spent there. She still lived with her parents and they just happened to be out of time, and we were all now over the age of twenty-one so what did we do? Throw a massive kegger.

It was why I was currently a vegetable. But at least I had my bed. My soft comfy bed. It felt like a cloud.

Wait a minute…

My eyes snapped open and the ceiling fan spun for a moment even though it was currently turned off.

I didn't have a ceiling fan.

And I had a futon not whatever this cloud was. I groaned. I did not. I did not do what I think I did. I had rules for a reason. And rule number one was never to go home with a guy. I always always always brought them back to my place. Had to keep control that way. You never know what happens when you go to some strangers house. Especially when you are drunk and have no idea where you are in the first place. I could end up with a Jeffrey Dahmer.

I moved my arm to cover my eyes from the sunlight that was peeking through the black wooden blinds. I don't have those either. I have a black out curtain. For good reason, it was for mornings like this. My stomach churned again and I felt panic rise up in my throat. I was at some strangers house and my stomach was wanting to turn sour and throw up all the poison that I had put into my body the night before.

I could not do that at some strangers house. Talk about embarrassing.

I shifted on the cloud and felt the sheets curve into my body.

Great, I was naked too. Where are my clothes? What was I even wearing last night?

Sitting up in the bed on my elbows I looked around the semi dark room. The room was almost spotless. A few articles of clothes strewn on the floor. Probably mine. But no sense of familiarity made its way into my brain. I really was at a strangers house.

Sighing deeply I turned my head towards the body that I was just now realizing was still in the bed. His back was turned away from me and his long jet black hair hung over his shoulders and cascaded onto one of the soft pillows. His defined back muscles flexing as he shifted positions and his face came into view.

I stilled.

My eyes growing wide.

I knew him.

I knew him relatively well, but only from what others had said about him. I had always steered clear of him because of his reputation but here I was, laying in bed with him naked. My eyes scanned his chest as he shifted again and the sheet pulled toward his waist. This was definitely wrong. There was no doubt about it.

Slowly I scooted out of heaven and placed my feet on the carpeted floor. Pushing myself up I slowly moved around the room gathering my dress and what was once my panties. Apparently we had been in a rush the night before. And apparently it had been a really good time from the way I ache down there. The boy had me walking side to side. If it was anyone else I would running my hand down his body and wake up the monster all over again. Anyone who can make it hard to walk the next morning was definitely worth a second fuck.

But I couldn't.

Just because he was who he was.

I slipped my dress on and discarded the panties. There was no hope for them. I might as well leave them as a reminder of our good time. Even though It was going to be the last time him and I ever spoke. Although I'm not even sure we spoke in the first place. My memories were still hazy. I'm sure it would all come back to me eventually, they always did after a few hours and then I would always die of mortification. But I had a sneaking feeling that the memories I had with him would probably be swoon worthy. After all the man looked like a walking god. He at least had that going for him. Then again his entire family had that whole gorgeous looks thing going on. They had some beautiful genetics. Unlike me, where I just looked like a hobo a good eighty percent of the time. The only times I didn't was when I attended parties. Like last night.

God.

I rubbed my eye and looked down at my hand remembering that I had worn eyeliner the night before. I groaned again. Now it probably looked like I had raccoon eyes. I didn't even want to look in the mirror. It was enough that I was doing the walk of shame. I reached for the door handle but not before a knock sounded at the door. I froze.

Dear god.

"Itachi?" A voice filtered through the thick wood and my eyes widened in horror.

I looked around the room once again taking in the decor and my memory started to clear. I was at his fucking parents house. I was in the same fucking house that I had literally been at two nights ago having dinner with his fucking parents.

The door knob turned and if it was possibly my eyes widened further. I couldn't move, I was about to come face to face with the one person that I would rather die than see in that moment.

A hand shot out from behind me, palm against the wood and stopped the door from being pushed open.

"Itachi, come on let me in." The voice that I knew to well spoke.

"No."

An involuntary shiver went down my spine as I shut my eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time. His voice was pure velvet. Smooth and rich. Deep and with a slight accent that I couldn't seem to place. He must have picked that up on some of his travels. He had been out of the country for years. I had heard his voice in the past, and every time it had always made me slightly swoon. No man should have a voice that sounded like that. Like the devil whispering sweet promises in your ear. He could make any girl do anything with just a look and a murmur.

"Why not? What are you hiding? Why are you even up?"

"None of your business."

His voice again. Letting out a deep breath I tilted my head back and let it bump against his bare chest. I hadn't realized that he was that close. Looking up I met with his dark iris's and my breath caught. I had never been this close to him before. And I instantly decided that this would be the last time I was this close to him. No man should look like that. No man.

His eyes were heavy with sleep. I moved away from him and let my eyes trail down his body. His muscles were tightened as he put his strength in holding the door shut. His eyes were on me and he was gripping his sheet loosely around his waist. My eyes lingered.

"Go away." He grunted, but he didn't move away from the door.

"Fine." The voice called, starting to fade away. "But get the fuck ready, I have some place to be and mom wanted you to meet her at the restaurant."

I sighed.

I had completely forgot about mine and his plans for the day. He would be showing up at my apartment soon judging by how much sunlight was streaming in through the blinds and I wouldn't even be home.

Itachi let his hand fall away from the door. His eyes still on me.

"Hi." I squeaked, waving at him like an idiot.

A smirk formed on his lips as he walked back toward the bed.

"You were pretty gone last night, but I figured you might want this if you were going to sneak out." He said, his voice moving over my body. Quickly he tossed an object at me and without hesitation I caught it. Which was really a win for me. Considering I have absolutely no hand eye coordination. I had probably already embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime last night so there wasn't any need to continue the ongoing trend.

I looked down at what he thrown and thanked the gods. It was my phone. In my haste I hadn't even thought about it. Thank god he had a somewhat clear head.

"What happened last night?" I asked quietly as he shuffled around the room and toward his closet. Quickly I averted my eyes as he dropped the sheet and pulled on some sleep pants but not before catching a glimpse of him. There was a really good reason why I had an ache between my legs. Really fucking good reason.

"We got drunk." He replied, grabbing a shirt.

"I get that. But how? Did we? How did this even happen?" I asked gesturing between the two of us.

"A lot of alcohol."

"I get that."

"That's all there was to it." He murmured, his shoes were on now and he swiped something off the top of his dresser. I say nothing as he walks to his bedroom door and opens it up. Gesturing for me to walk in front of him.

I open and close my mouth like a fish a couple times before I sigh and trudge my way toward him.

"He is still here." I whisper as I pass him.

"And that is why I'm taking you out the back way and getting you home. You are the person he is supposed to meet, yes?" He responds.

My eyes narrow as I follow closely behind him. Making our way around the twists and turns that are the hallways of his parents mansion. It was in no time that I was sitting in the passenger seat of his Jaguar and riding quietly to my small humble apartment. Not a word was spoken between us as he pulled up in the back and waited for me to get out. Not a word was said as I shut the door and without even a glance at me he stomped on the accelerator and left me behind.

I've done some pretty dumb shit when I'm drunk. But nothing has quite taken the cake like fucking my best friends Sasuke's brother.