For Konoha
Genre: General
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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"We're not friends. This is for Konoha. We're not friends. This is for Konoha," I repeat this mantra under my breath as I walk the fifteen minutes from my apartment to the bar that I know Asuma will be at.
He's always at this bar after one of he's infamous incidents with Kurenai. I heard about his not-so-subtle fight with that inconsistence bitch of a Chuunin in the conference room when I was making coffee.
I also heard he has a mission tomorrow.
Fuck my anti-social behavior, fuck my asshole attitude. Asuma has a mission tomorrow and I'm acting in the interest of Konoha. That's all I'm doing. We're not friends, we can't be friends. Friends of Hatake's get murdered. If he's not my friend I won't end up responsible for his death.
I push the door open and immediately my keen nose is assaulted by the stink of cigarettes, sweat, and alcohol. I squint my visible eye, trying to let the least amount of smoke sting its sensitivity. I spot Asuma sitting in the far corner.
I sigh, thankful for my mask and the slight filtration of the air it gives me. It's not much but I'll take whatever I can get. I've never liked smoke, especially cigarette smoke; it fucks up my lungs and makes it incredible hard for me to breathe. But that's not the point right now; I'm not here to complain to myself about my far too delicate lungs.
I walk over to Asuma, put my right hand on his left shoulder, and shake him slightly.
"We're going Asuma," I state firmly, leaving no room for argument.
He doesn't move from his slumped position for a few minutes. When he finally does move it's to take another gulp of the sake he's tightly grasping in his right hand.
"Asuma," I say louder, more angrily.
"Go away Kakashi," he slurs.
"Asuma," I sigh, "You have a fucking mission tomorrow. Don't get drunk tonight; don't lead a bunch of idiotic Chuunin on a mission hung over tomorrow. You'll get someone killed."
"Why you fucking care!" Asuma yelled drunkenly, slamming his fist on the bar.
"I don't you son of a bitch!" I yell back, "But since you're always so insistent on forcing your fucking friendship on me I might as well return the favour in a way that's going to help this fucking retarded village of ours!"
Asuma just glares at me and I can feel the stares of the drunks around us but I don't particularly care.
"It's not like this is going to last long anyways," I add bitterly, "This happens about once a month. You two have a fight and than a week later you're back together."
"This time it's different, this time she's gone for good," Asuma sadly mutters.
"You say that every single time. Have you not noticed that she always comes back? Always! That Chuunin's a fucking dependent idiot, just like you. Now get off your lazy ass and go home, or else I drag you home myself!"
"Fine!" Asuma relents, sounding extremely pissed off.
He stands up, steadies himself on the bar's top, and stumbles slightly out of the bar. I watch him leave and then wait in silence for a few minutes but he doesn't come back. I turn to leave myself…
"Hey! You!"
I turn back around to face the bartender, "What?" I snap.
"You going to pay?" the bartender asks impatiently.
I sigh under my breath and reach into my pocket. I pull out some money and place it on the bar table, "This enough?" I ask.
The bartender nods, "It's a little much, just wait, I'll get your change."
I roll my visible eye, "Keep it," turn around, and walk out of that smelly bar.
I breathe in the fresh air as soon as I get outside and sigh with relief.
We're not friends. This is for Konoha. It's just for Konoha. We're not friends. We're definitely not friends.