Ellio! And Surprise! It's an update! Cue the gasp!
Trust me, I'm glad to be back writing, and even though the reasons for the hiatus are still there, I decided not to make you (Yes, you) crazy readers wait. Why crazy, you ask? Because you read this!
But yes, I'm back, and that's all you probably care about XD
Warning: All the best things in life: Yaoi, bishies, angst, and luff! XD
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Slightly Important Note: Please don't complain that I take to long to update. It's pretty stressful at times, and I end up feeling guilty sometimes. Hey, at least I didn't abandon the fic, huh?
Bunraku: A large scale Japanese puppet theatre. The puppets are operated by many people, and about 2/3 life size. The puppeteers are on stage and not hidden during the show
Bunraku
Didn't think so but I'm still convincible…
Will you persist even after I bet you
A billion dollars that I'll never love you?
Will you persist even after I kiss you?
Goodbye for the last time.
Will you keep on trying to prove it?
I'm dying to lose it...
I want it.
I want you.
-Coin-Operated Boy, Dresden Dolls
"What do we need?" Shin was squinting at the fruit on the stand, bent over and bags hanging off his arms by the dozen. Sasuke was in a similar situation, brown paper bags piled in his arms rather uncomfortably.
He couldn't believe Neji was off for a mission today, and not him.
"Anything you want to buy, as long as it's good." The black-haired boy's voice was muffled behind the bags, and Shin turned his head, grinning.
"Everything's good! And since when did you spend so much money?" This was a valid question, considering who he was. He had never before spent any of the money he'd inherited, preferring to let it pile up in the bank. Most would say he was a 'miser'. The truth was he didn't want to depend on anyone. Not even his dead parents. Least of all his dead parents!
Shin had, quite literally, been eating away his funds, though. Soon Sasuke found himself dipping into the family vault, shivering in disgust with himself, but saying at the same time it had to be done.
"Sasuke-kun!" Twin screeches above the noise of the crowd in the market, followed by various exclamations of 'Ino-pig' and 'Big Forehead!'. Sasuke groaned. Speaking of disgust…
"Sasuke-kun!" They skidded to a stop in front of him, looking from Shin to him and back. "Did you miss us?"
"No." They weren't deterred by his cold tone, and instead they grinned, tucking their hair behind their ears at the same time.
"We missed you!" They glared at each other for the umpteenth time before returning all their attention to the boys in front of them.
"Do you remember the invitation I delivered to you and Shin-san when he was in the hospital?" She said sweetly, completely ignoring the look the blonde girl was shooting her. Obviously, they'd had a contest of some kind to determine who would give the invite to their sweet Sasuke-kun.
"Yeah." Well…He remembered. Shin looked confused. He poked Shin discreetly, satisfied when the idiot fumbled with his groceries. "We do."
"Well…." They grinned mischievously, green and blue eyes curved in half-moons into almost cat-like expressions. "It's to the Halloween Bash on Friday! It's going to be held at Ino-pig's house," a jab at Sakura's ribs, "And there's going to be everything you need for a party! And it's on Halloween night too!" They looked eagerly at him, waiting for the compliment or smile that would never, ever, as long as he existed, come.
"…"
"Cool! Awesome! What time does it start!" Green eyes were wide with excitement, and he almost dropped everything he was holding. Sasuke growled, taking from Shin's pile and adding to his own.
"I'd say 8:00pm…But there's a catch." They both grinned again, and Sasuke was reminded of someone, or something, sneaking up on their prey. He looked up, resisting the insane urge to roll his eyes.
"Tell me, then."
They immediately obliged, happy to please (If only they knew) their Sasuke-kun. "It's a costume party!" They looked as if they'd pulled off the most genius scheme of the century. Sasuke sighed.
He'd just end up wearing his ANBU costume, and most likely, not going at all, "I don't care."
"You should, Sasuke-kun! That's not the catch!" Ino reprimanded him without trying to insult him. Inwardly, he snorted. Right. Since when did he care? Unfortunately, Sakura caught the snort. Predictably, she ignored it.
"What's the catch! Please tell me Sakura-chan, Ino-chan!" The idiot was begging, eyes wider if possible, and a grin on his face. "I'll do anything!"
"The catch is…" She took a deep breath before speaking, and Sasuke had to blink when she said it. "Ino-pig and I pick all the costumes!"
"…" This was absurd. It was their excuse to put pretty boys in costumes they dreamed of. It was the stupidest thing he'd ever had the misfortune to…
"Cool!" He shot an annoyed glare at Shin, perturbed to have his thoughts interrupted. "My first Halloween!" Coal eyes closed, and he let the memory of October 10th play behind his eyes. Specifically, the talk…
'…I don't know what I like, I don't know what I hate…'
"Alright." He nodded stiffly at the squealing girls, who'd erupted into a celebration even before he'd uttered his agreement. "We'll go."
"You won't regret it, Sasuke-kun! We'll deliver the costumes to your house on Wednesday!" They clapped their hands before they scurried off, presumably to pick the perfect, most revealing costume for him.
"This is going to be great! I mean, you dress up on Halloween! It's going to be so great, can we go Trick-or-Treating before the dance? Or maybe…" His humiliation forgotten, he let Shin prattle on about the 'most exciting night of his life', letting the noise fill in his silence.
O.O.O.O.O.O…..
"Phew!" The quick breathe of air almost echoed in the room, soon followed by the noise of something heavy falling, the crackling of bags signifying what exactly had been deposited on the floor so unceremoniously. "I've had enough shopping for one day!"
Sasuke's mouth twitched. He'd had enough shopping for a year. He'd had enough shopping for a year several times this year, it seemed.
After they'd been food shopping, they'd gone clothes shopping, soon followed by shopping for electronics and other such supplies, soon followed by shopping for sweets of all things…
He didn't know that these were all necessity's for life. Apparently, Shin couldn't live without them. 'Without these, you're pretty dead!' The black-haired baka had exclaimed.
'I'm dead.' Sasuke had replied. And so on and so forth, this sort of conversation had lasted them most of the day.
"Man, I just want to relax and…Holy shit what the fu-"
"Do not damage my youthfully virgin ears with your profanities! For these ears are what supply me with all the youthful noises that stoke the fire of my enthusiasm!"
Sasuke groaned. Shin gaped. Lee posed.
"Who the fu-" When Lee's mouth opened wide, ready to deliver a speech declaring swears something disdainful, he changed his word of choice, "Who the heck are you?"
This, obviously, was what Lee was waiting for. Sasuke sighed, grabbing a book.
"I am the fiery, beautiful, Green Beast Number II of Konoha, who protects the innocent and upholds the justice used to keep all that is good alive and-" An expertly thrown book hit Lee in the head, and he blinked, before grinning. "Sasuke-sama! How wonderfully ecstatic I am to see you!"
"What exactly did you come to deliver, Lee?" To the point, maybe there would be no more ranting.
"Ah! Besides the message of love and peace? Ah, peace, the pillar to all that is youthful, keeping my faith in humanity alive and-" Sasuke picked up a book, weighing it thoughtfully. "Oh, but Sasuke-sama, although I'm sure you'd love to hear of the exploits of the Beautiful Green Beast of Konoha, I have a message to deliver to you, the ANBU captain and just leader of Konoha!"
Sasuke's eye was coming dangerously close to redeveloping his tick. He hated Konoha. Konoha was what had made him unable to defeat Itachi.
"What is it, Lee-san?" He tilted his head down, watching the flamboyant man in front of him with the utmost distaste. Beautiful Green Beast II of Konoha? Konoha was an ugly place, as Lee was an ugly person to get along with (1).
"Ah, the message! The message from our Be-a-u-tiful Hokage-sama!" A scroll appeared, and Shin was clapping, undoubtedly laughing at Lee. The bowl-cut moron must have been thinking he was laughing with him, for he was laughing himself in a loud, rambunctious voice fit for acting, and acting only.
Snatching the scroll, he opened it, looking caught between bemused and tormented at the contents.
'Yo, Sasuke!
'Since November is the Chuunin exams, we needed some examiners. As I know that you're very busy at the moment, I have a minor role for you!
Shikamaru-kun and you will be using genjutsu to test this years candidates. They have to see through the illusion that you to create. If they can't, it's pretty much an automatic fail!
The illusion is just you two basically telling all the candidates that they can't get past you without a fight, as you will be standing in front of a door. You'll be on the second floor, but creating the appearance of the third floor, which is the floor they must go to if they want to partake in the Chuunin exams. Remember? You went through this too!
This will take an hour at most! Have fun, Sasuke-kun!
-Tsunade
P.S. Make sure you use another jutsu to disguise yourself, alright? Thank-you!
Sasuke inwardly threw a bitch fit. Diaper duty. He wasn't some stupid kids granny. Couldn't somebody else handle this? Anybody? Why was the ANBU captain receiving such menial tasks? There was some other competent ninja in this godforsaken village, wasn't th-
"AH! I know you, Nakitama-sama! I have laid eyes on your youthful form before! Ah yes, I remember it very well!" His thoughts (inward whining) being cut off with this exclamation.
"I don't even know who the hell…heck you are!" Shin was arguing with Lee, which, in Sasuke's opinion, was like arguing with a wall.
But if Lee said he remembered…It didn't seem like it, but Lee had the best memory out of the all the ninja he'd ever met. When asked how he remembered these things, he spewed some worthless crap about a youthful mind and body. (2)
The stupid beast could tell you the color of your socks a year to the day. It annoyed him, but he was valuable on missions.
"I do so! April 1st, 2 years ago! You were lurking behind a cart watching the dazzling Sakura-chan and not as great but equally amazing Ino-chan talking to the brilliant man that is Iruka-san, while Sasuke-sama stood idly by! I was watching because I was afraid you might be hatching some dastardly plot to steal away my Sakura-chan!" Lee struck a pose, flashing a bright smile at Sasuke.
Sasuke, who wasn't sure whether to puke or listen further into this conversations. He didn't remember one instance in which Lee's memory had failed him.
"Well, I wouldn't remember then," Shin sat down with a huff, eyes slit and arms crossed.
"Ah! I somehow managed to be ignorant of your circumstance! Is my youthful mind failing me? I must do 100 laps around Konoha's gates to rejuvenate my mind! Farewell, Nakitama-sama, Sasuke-sama!" With a salute and a wave, Lee was gone.
Sasuke flopped back on the couch, staring at the ceiling with the utmost contempt for existence.
O.O.O.O.O.O…..
Sasuke was thinking. And waiting. And inwardly whining.
That party, The Party, was tonight. The party he would have otherwise, if he'd had a choice, skipped. The only reason he couldn't be an anti-social loner tonight was the boy upstairs, dressing in a no doubt ridiculous costume spawned from the minds of horny fan girls.
'I have to remind myself…' Even in thought, Sasuke had a sardonic tone, 'Why I am doing this. It's training.'
This was gruesome training. In fact, it was horrib-
"So how do I look for my first Halloween?"
Sasuke's mouth dropped open.
There stood Shin, orange Capri's hanging so low on his hips that it revealed the intricate markings trailing up his stomach into his black sleeveless turtle neck. The turtle neck that conveniently stopped above his navel. There was a necklace with charms hanging on it, much like the ones around each ankle, just above the clunky black boots with the orange laces. There was an orange scarf draped over each of his elbows, seemingly to huge, but Shin seemingly could carry it perfectly. To top it all off, the idiot had fox ears with small loop earrings and a tail was attached to the belt that did nothing to keep his pants up. There was even a false fox ANBU mask hanging off his neck!
Sasuke let his eyes trail up Shin's body with the barest hint of a glare, when they reached his face, he froze.
'…BlueeyesNarutoBlondeFoxNarutoscarsfaceWhydoesShinlooklikeNaruto!'
Rather bright blue eyes stared at him mischievously, oblivious to Sasuke's inner turmoil. Shin blew the shaggy blond hair that was resting in his eyes up, joining the rest of the spikes that made up his hair. He stuck his tongue out at Sasuke, face stretching the 3 painted on scars that resided on each cheek.
He jerked his face to the side, cursing with his mouth set in a thin line, "Go change your eye color, ahou." He spoke tightly, arms crossed in front of him. "Now."
"What the hell! No! Why the hell would I! It's cool!" Shin sounded pissed, but Sasuke wouldn't look at him now if he had a chance to kill Itachi.
"Shin." He stopped his ranting momentarily, blinking. "I'm not going anywhere with some Dobe-Wannabe." Understanding dawned on Shin's face, and Sasuke breathed a sigh of relief when he left, rubbing his temples.
"Hey, S'uke!" He heard the voice ringing throughout the house, and his fingers stopped, hands dropping to his side. He looked up, annoyed and eased now that Shin's eyes were their normal green color. "You go get dressed now! Sakura-chan and Ino-chan are waiting at their house, you know!" Shin was grinning at him, scars still painted across his cheeks.
Needless to say, Sasuke padded up the stairs. He was not going to face those damn harpy's wrath.
Minutes later found him scowling in front of the mirror, sharingan spinning leisurely. How the hell was he supposed to move in this? It was impractical!
Though, most of his fan club would be dropping dead due to blood loss, really.
Just like his old outfit, the neck billowed out so it could almost cover the bottom half of his face.
That was where the likeness stopped, though.
The sleeveless top having fishnet sewn in where the sleeves used to be, the material hooked around his middle fingers enough so it covered his whole arm. The top, much like Shin's, stopped above his navel, the only thing keeping his stomach from being completely bare was more fishnet. Black pants that barely managed to hang onto his hips, and even though the pants themselves were baggy, they were tucked into Sasuke's normal leg wrapping and sandals. To top it all off, how the hell was he supposed to move with all this red ribbon hanging over him!
Don't even get him started on the wings…
The instructions had specifically said to use chakra to keep the black wings glued to his back. It was an easy task, but…but…
Did he have to look like such a frickin' poster boy?
He snorted, ready to tear the whole outfit off and throw it away, Shin be damned, when said boy walked in.
It was the artificial blonde's turn to let his jaw greet the floor, it seemed.
"Sasuke…" He seemed in awe, and Sasuke winced, dreading the effect the ensemble would have on his fan girls. "That's…Wow…You look…awesome." Shin? At a loss for words? Pfft.
"An?" Sasuke eyed him, eyes and voice absolutely dripping sarcasm. (3)
"Yeah! Hell yeah!" Shin was grinning from ear to ear, something more then excitement sparkling in his eyes. "You're frickin' hot!"
Sasuke decided to ignore that particular comment.
"Come on. It starts in 15 minutes. We don't want to be late."
OoOoOoOoOo…..
"…"
Sasuke could feel his personal bubble being invaded. And he wasn't even in the house yet.
"This is going to be great!" Exactly the opposite of how he felt. The sharingan wielder took a deep breathe, eyes closing momentarily before he walked in.
When talking immediately stopped, Sasuke didn't falter. He didn't want to be arrogant, but talking always stopped when he entered someone's line of sight. Whether the adults be talking about the untimely destruction of the clan, or the children of how perfect he was, he was always talked about.
Always.
Tonight was different though, because as soon as he walked in, he was not the one being furtively glanced at, or outright stared at. No one was paying attention to him, a small miracle in itself.
He turned around, beckoning his charge to follow him, when he understood why.
Shin's eyes were closed in a giddy look, grin stretched wide enough to match a certain idiots' expression.
No matter what, no matter what anybody said, Naruto's ghost had not left the large village at all. It hovered in everyone's mind, trying to stop them from feeling guilty, from feeling anything concerning him.
Shin opened his eyes, confused, and everyone let out a breathe they hadn't known they'd been holding.
"What the hell's with this party! Everyone just sits around and stares at the people that walk in! How stupid!" Shin huffed, crossing his arms, and people held another breath, trying to keep from bursting out laughing. Slowly, the quiet stillness of the room bled into the talkative noise, music the background noise to all the conversation.
Shin bounded over to Sasuke, grin not outmatched by anyone. "Hey! Sasuke! Having fun?" If you called being molested by everyone he passed, yes, he was having a dandy time. Sasuke was actually going to say this when there was an interruption.
Shin cheered. Sasuke scowled. Neji smirked.
"Hey! Ne-ji-ji!" Shin threw an arm around the Hyuuga's shoulders, careful not to upset the white wings on his back.
The thing that annoyed Sasuke to no end was that those damn harpy's had given Neji a costume the exact opposite of his.
Where there was black on Sasuke's costume, there was white on Neji's. Where there was white on his costumes, likewise, there was black on Neji's. Instead of red ribbons though, there were light blue ones.
How very annoying.
Even the white-eyes of that smug bastard added to the costume, just as Sasuke's eyes complimented his.
"You're just as hot as Sasuke!" Speaking of which, his tick was coming back. Dammit. He needed extensive therapy.
"I'll pretend that comment wasn't just said," Neji said dryly, looking down at them. Jesus, did this guy even have to act like him!
"You're just like Sasuke," Shin shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Now let's do something!" The fox-boy grabbed both of their hands, tugging them towards the direction of…somewhere. Sasuke jerked his hand back.
"I'm fine. Go ahead." He nodded at Shin, who looked rather sad before he grinned at Neji.
"Just you and me I guess!" Then he couldn't hear the idiot anymore, because it was too loud.
Sasuke sighed and padded towards the punch table. This was going to be a long night.
OoOoOoOoOo…..
Two hours or so later (He wasn't keeping track of time. He was to busy keeping track of people) he was pulled into the reason he didn't like to go to parties.
"Sasuke-kun! Come play truth or dare!" With every exclamation mark, Sasuke felt his doom drawing nearer. And Nearer…And Nearer…
He felt a hand grab his arm and forcibly tug it from the crossed position over his chest, pulling him over to a group of people. It was weird, Sasuke thought, how girls could gain super-human strength when it might get them a kiss from their crush, but couldn't defend themselves adequately in a life-or-death situation. (4)
"Yo, Sasuke!" There was a hand waving wildly from the other side of the circle he was now a part of. He looked, irritated when he saw Neji leaning against the wall behind the idiot, but chose to ignore it. The temporary blonde (as far as Sasuke was concerned, Shin had been born blonde) could hang out with anybody they wanted to.
"Now that we have Sasuke-kun, we can start!" Ino clapped her hands, smirking mischievously. "And since it's Big Forehead's," Everyone could hear a slap and a laugh that sounded suspiciously like Sakura's, "and my party, we get to go first!" She plopped down, cross-legged, next to Sakura, and they leant together, whispering and giggling.
'How idiotic,' Sasuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and instead stood on the outside of the circle, and he looked down, only to be met with a pair of bored eyes.
Sitting (more like lying on his back, much as he did when he was watching clouds) was Shikamaru. He held the air of someone who had been dragged into this game, much like he had.
He barely held in a laugh when he saw what Shikamaru was wearing. He'd probably pissed Ino off or something, because he seemed to be dressed completely in drag.
Well…Not quite drag. It seemed for this Halloween he was dressed in Ino's clothes.
"You shouldn't be lying like that unless you have something better under that skirt, Nara-san." Shikamaru donned, if possibly, a more bored expression, nodding.
"Obviously, Uchiha."
Really, Sasuke would have replied with something very witty but dry, but this seemingly insignificant comment distracted him.
"Shin-kun, are you gay?" Well, not totally insignificant. Maybe Shin being gay was somewhat important. He was living with the guy after all.
"Hm?" The boy in question looked up, a confused look coming over his face. "What was the question?" Sighing, Sasuke dropped to his knees, crawling over to Shin and pinching his chin, tilting his face from side to side. Somewhere along the line, the other boy had become quit subdued.
"Shin, do you love boys?"
Green eyes looked at him through curved slits, a scrunched up nose and a tongue sticking out to meet him. He answered, "Yes. I love boys."
"Do you love girls?"
He was met with a similar answer. "Mhm. I love girls."
"Settles it. He's whatever you guys interpret it to be." Sasuke straightened up, sauntering back to his spot on the outskirts of the group. The girls squealed in delight, fan girls quickly emerging to the surface, jotting their names down on the fan club that was forming for Shin Nakitama.
"Ok, Shin-kun! You're turn to truth or dare someone!" The girls grinned at each other, secretly planning something.
"Ok! Um…" As soon as he'd heard the idiot speak, Sasuke zoned out, mulling over other things otherwise occupying his mind…
OoOoOoOoOo….
This was the most boring and predictable game to ever be created on this earth is what the Uchiha decided. After he'd kissed every girl in the room, and there were even some girls kissing girls (at this, the guys whooped. He couldn't be bothered by such a juvenile event), people were beginning to get stumped.
"Huh…" It was Kiba's the dogs turn. Kiba dressing as a dog? Never would have guessed. Really.
Sasuke looked up, uninterested, before he paused. Kiba had the most intelligent look on his face he'd ever seen. That wasn't saying much, but still. This was Kiba. Kiba was like...Naruto. "Say, Shikamaru, do you like dressing up in Ino's clothes?" Sasuke blinked. That hadn't been suspected.
Shikamaru looked up, as unconcerned as Sasuke had previously been. "As much as I like being a ninja." Silence ensued. Nobody was sure if Shikamaru liked being a ninja or not…Sure, he was a genius and tried his hardest, but the lazy nin didn't like anything.
"Yes or no answer, bastard!" Kiba growled at him. Shikamaru looked contemplative.
"No." This was said thoughtfully, and even though Shikamaru never was one to put to much thought into trivial things like this (or so it seemed) it seemed to have the desired effect.
"…Do you mean 'No, I don't', or 'No, I do'?"
"You guys should just give up," A chomp soon followed that sentence, and everyone knew who it was. Shikamaru smirked at the heavy set boy beside him. "Just like Shikamaru, it would be to troublesome to give a straight answer."
"Fine, since my truth didn't work, Chouji, I dare you to not eat for the rest of the night!" Chouji promptly dropped out of the game.
A few hours later everyone was ready to call it quits. It was nearing 12, but as Ino would say, that was hardly a party. She was desperate to keep everyone there, and what better way then too…
"I dare Shin-kun to sit in Sasuke's lap for the next ½ hour!" As expected, the more mentally-challenged of the two gave an indignant squawk, and the intelligent one cocked a brow, looking questioningly at Ino. Also expected was that everyone froze in their place before plopping down, interested to see if anything more…daring might pop up.
"I have to sit in that bastard's lap!" There was a firm nod, and Shin bit his lip. "But…but…he'll bite me in a completely non-sexual way!" Everyone giggled at that, and he stuck his tongue out. "I mean…He's mean! And…and…" As he was making up excuses, Sasuke grabbed his wrist from his position on the floor, dragging him into his lap. More then one pair of surprised eyes were staring at him.
"I never back down from a dare. Never." He managed to grind this out while retaining his dignity, and people grinned, returning to the game while stealing furtive glances at the two.
And God…If Shin didn't stop squirming…Was it hot in here? Suddenly…Coal eyes widened. Shit. Years of being sexually repressed and it had to…spring up (Oh God, what a stupid way to word his situation) at the wrong moment.
Just as these thoughts invaded his mind, and Shin pushed back, and holy fuck was Shin doing this on purpose? He bit his lip, failing to hold a moan back.
"Hey, Sasuke-bastard! What was that?" Shin threw a look back at him, an expression of half-panic and half-amusement caught on his face. "Didja just moan?"
Inwardly, Sasuke was terrified. If it got out that the ANBU captain got a…problem because a guy was sitting in his lap, said captain was going to become a Missing Nin.
"You're heavy, ahou." Sasuke glared up at him, hoping his face wasn't as flushed as he thought it would be. "I've carried bodies lighter then you." It was true. He didn't have to tell Shin it was in bags, and they were mutilated beyond recognition. He didn't need to know that information.
"You're rude. Hey, Ino! I'll do 3 dares if I don't have to sit in Uchiha-bastard's lap!" She looked at him like he was crazy, because certainly she would sit in Sasuke's lap for eternity if she had the choice. Though, this was Shin, so…
"Sure, now hurry it up! We have to get some laughs out of tonight!" Shin scrambled off his lap, and by the time the green-eyed make made it too his feet, people were wondering where the hell Sasuke was.
OoOoOoOoOo……
6 plastic cups of punch later was when Sasuke realized he was drunk.
Honestly, how could he not have suspected it? It had tasted a little funny, it smelled different from normal punch, and by his fourth cup the walls were sort-of crawling back and forth.
He watched the dancers sway for a few minutes before he realized it was he himself that was swaying. He held onto the table, eyes squinting before he realized his wings were sliding off. He reached back to push them up, instead pushing his shirt up.
He closed his eyes, leaning to the left before straightening up. He tugged off the wings, stumbling when he pulled them to hard because he was still using chakra to keep them on his back.
He was definitely drunk. Very sure he was drunk.
"Hey, S'uke!" He jerked his head up, swore under his breath, and lowered it again. At least he hadn't seen Neji behind Shin…Who was beginning to look more and more like an orange blur.
Sasuke sipped his drink. Why was he still drinking? He knew it made him drunk. So why…? The first thing to go when drinking was reasoning and logic. Maybe that was it.
He took another sip.
His throat was itchy. Absentmindedly, he scratched it, staring at the boy before him.
"You're freakin' drunk?" Why was Shin's voice awed? "You mean you couldn't taste it? The punch was spiked!" Tan hands wrapped around his cup and gave a little tug, and willingly, he let go.
"I know I need to go home." Uchiha's did not second guess things. Even while drunk. "I am drunk."
"You think I haven't noticed?" He heard Shin mutter this under his breath. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but all that came out was a choked noise. How had they gotten outside so fast? He stumbled, gripping onto Shin tightly.
"And you're heavy, you bastard. You better love me in the morning." He veered to the side, only to be righted by the other boy. "Hey, even I had a few drinks, but what were you thinking?" He was thinking that Shin's hair smelled very appealing at the moment. He wasn't going to tell him that. Nope.
"You're hair smells good." Yeah, he was still thinking that, wasn't he? He looked out the side of his eye, groaning when the action made him dizzy. He did catch the surprised look on Shin's face though.
Damn.
"You smell like Naruto." Why was he continuing? He was reaching the point of no return. At least he could chock it up the drinking.
"That's…nice." Shin was eyeing him warily, wondering what the hell he'd done to deserve a drunk Sasuke Uchiha. Maybe he'd killed a kitten.
Why the hell was he contemplating whether or not Shin had killed a kitten?
"We're at your house." Shin stated this after a few seconds, uneasily, before he decided that he would walk Sasuke up to his house, maybe even to his room. "Have keys?"
"If I do, they're under the deck. And I am in no condition to walk down the stairs, find the ledge on fifth board from the right, walk back up the stairs, or put the key in the key hole." Hey, just because he was drunk didn't mean he didn't remember things. He just recalled them after small intervals.
"…Right." Considering Sasuke's keys were tied to his wrist with a lace, he obviously shouldn't have recited where the emergency, in-case-I-can't-shinobi-my-way-in, keys were.
Double Damn.
After they'd conquered the stairs and successfully got Sasuke to sit on the bed without further injury, Sasuke wasn't sure he could like Shin anymore then he did now.
"Want some aspirin and water?" Now he was sure he'd found his soul mate, unless it was the alcohol talking. Maybe. Probably.
Sasuke nodded, regretted it, laid down, sat up, and reached for the waste basket. Somewhere during this time, Shin had returned. "Do…" He struggled for a few seconds. "You have…aspirin and water?"
A hand held out said items, and he grabbed them gratefully, throwing the pills in his mouth and downing the water in one gulp, which turned out to be a bad move. He coughed, leaning over and pounding his chest. Why him?
"Hey…" Shin sat down, alarmed, and started rubbing his back. "You okay? Sasuke?"
He nodded, eyes watering and wondering where Shin had got the water. It certainly tasted like water, but as his abilities with detecting strange liquids had shown, it could have been lemon juice at this point.
He sighed, sitting up after he'd finished his coughing fit. He sat up, watching Shin calmly. The green-eyed boy blinked. Speaking of which, his eyes looked blue in the dark. He let his eyes wander down the blonde's face, finally resting on his lips.
'I wonder…'
Before he knew what he was doing, his lips were attached to Shins, one arm on the other side of him and the other resting on his shoulder. He licked his lips, thinking momentarily before devoting himself to Shin.
'…just a small taste…'
OoOoOoOoOoO….
There! Done for the group -cackles- now to write the lime and post in I'll have the link up in my bio/journal when it's finished, so don't worry…
Yes, yes, I know, it's late, but I have a reason why.
Important Note:
The reason I was two months overdue for this story is that I got an e-mail telling me to get off my ass and write. Honestly, I love each and every one of my reviewers, but when people think I have no choice but to write…
Well, simply, I won't write. So please, if you're going to mail me, make it for a review, or for constructive criticism, ok? Thank-you, and I appreciate it!
Now for the notes!
(1) I love Lee-san, I really do! He's like the…well, I like him. I'm not a lee-basher!
(2) I don't know why this note is here. But I'm just saying Lee has a good memory for plot convenience, and I wanted him to make an appearance, ok? -grin-
(3) "An." for lack of anything better, is like saying 'Don't I look good?' or 'I look really hot tonight, huh?' It's something smug guys say XD
(4) I don't believe this. Sasuke's just tired of Sakura faking being injured on practice missions XD
That's it! Again, gomen for the wait, and thank-you, if you're still reading! Ja!