A Bad Mission
Chapter VIII - 'This One's for the Guys!'

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and you're stupid if you thought if one second I did. : )
Warning: This fic has both shounen-ai and cross-dressing. If those things offend you I suggest you not read it because if I get any mail complaining that I have guys kissing each other then I'm going to kick the sender's ass.

Pairings For This Chapter: A little bit OCSasuke, NarutoOC, and SakuraOC, but nothing too serious.

Saturdays meant no classes, it meant free time to enjoy yourself, and it meant catching up with friends, but this particular Saturday meant something different.

"Naruto stop moving around so much. Do you want to look like a whore or something?" Sasuke asked; stooping over to fix another mistake he had made when Naruto moved. "Why do I need to do this anyway?" he asked the blonde haired boy.

"I never learned to apply make up, remember?" Naruto reminded the boy who was currently wearing nothing but a bra and short shorts. "Do you mind changing? You look kind of creepy like that," Naruto said.

"Too bad," Sasuke murmured, concentrating on the eye shadow he was applying. "Damn it, Naruto. Stop moving," he commanded when the person under him twitched again.

"I can't help it," Naruto pouted, "It tickles."

This Saturday was the day they went to meet their dates for the dance. Sasuke almost regurgitated just thinking about it. From noon to ten at night he be forced to spend time with his date. The schools said they needed the time to get to know each other better.

Naruto stayed as motionless as he could on the stool and stared right at Sasuke's stuffed bra. This whole day was going to suck donkey ass. The young ninja had tried to wear clothes that would make him look more ugly but Sasuke had quickly threatened him out of it. No, they had to look their best; if they didn't it might give them away.

"You're done," Sasuke announced, walking out of the bathroom. "Stay there, I'm picking out what you're wearing to ensure you look your best," the boy commanded.

Sasuke stood in a vertical line with the rest of the girls from his boarding school and glared at the parallel line of guys facing him. He really shouldn't have worn what he did; all the guys kept checking him out and it was making him sick. Unfortunately, Sasuke seemed to be more girlish looking than he previously thought.

The Uchiha boy wore all black make up with thigh high boots and black fishnets. He wore a black mini skirt and a black leather shirt with spaghetti straps and more black fishnets on his arms. He had hoped to scare some guys away with his outfit, but it only seemed to get him more attention.

Naruto looked down the vertical line he had been put in and searched for Sasuke and Sakura. Unfortunately they were nowhere to be seen. The boy was getting a creepy feeling from the amount of sexual radiation being thrown in his direction. Why did Sasuke have to dress him up so…girly?

The blonde boy wore a light blue dress that came down to his thigh, which was way, way too short in Naruto's opinion. It had a V-neck collar that came up rather short, much to the young boy's relief. Unfortunately Sasuke had stuck him in stiletto heels again and the ninja didn't know how much longer he could stand it.

Sakura stood patiently in the vertical line the teachers had stuck her in. The only guy she cared about was Sasuke so she wasn't too anxious to be meeting a new guy.

She wore baggy jeans and a semi tight t-shirt with sneakers. Her hair was messy and under a hat she had found in Kazuko's bag. Let the other spies think she was the guy.

"Katsumi and Izanagi," called out one of the teachers.

Sasuke stepped forward anxiously, looking around for his date. Suddenly he was swept into a surprise hug from behind.

"You are simply beautiful," the voice said. It was obviously Izanagi. "Come," the voice continued, "Let's go get some lunch, eh?"

Without uttering a word Sasuke was dragged out of the gymnasium and through the streets with supersonic speed. Izanagi didn't stop his tugging until they were in some fancy-looking Italian restaurant.

"So, tell me a little about yourself," Izanagi demanded before pulling Sasuke onto his lap.

Sasuke didn't know what to do with himself; he couldn't fight back. Would other girls stand to being forced into the opposite gender's lap? "Uh, Izagan-" Sasuke got out before he was interrupted.

"Please, my lovely angel, call me Iza," Iza asked, burying his head into Sasuke's hair.

"Uh, Iza," Sasuke tried again, "You're-uh…you're moving a little too fast for me." It was okay for him to do that, right? After all, Sakura would've done the same thing if she were put in a related scenario. Though, after thinking a bit more on it, Sasuke didn't know if Sakura was the best girl to imitate; she was a little too out spoken at times and a little bit too much of a know-it-all for most guys' tastes.

"Oh," Iza said, blushing a little, "Of course, I'm sorry." Immediately he picked Sasuke up and put him into a chair. "Please forgive me. I get a little too excited a little too easily," he explained with a chuckle in his voice as if there was supposed to be some sort joke in what he had said.

Sasuke didn't laugh along. "It's-uhm-okay," he accepted only because of the simple reason that he was stuck with the guy for quite a few more hours. "Just-uh…make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Let's start over," Iza suggested. "Hello, I'm Izanagi but please call me Iza."

"I'm Sa-Katsumi," Sasuke said; busy mentally hitting himself for his mistake.

Iza was, by all means, attractive. He had flyaway hair and was very muscular. His face was smooth and he had a well-pronounced jaw line.

Iza smiled brightly to help his date feel more at ease. "So, what do you want to do when you get out of school?" he asked.

"Oh, well, I thought I could…well…" Sasuke stammered when he was unable to think of any career ideas besides being a ninja.

"Don't know yet?" Iza supplied.

"I guess not," Sasuke agreed, trying his hardest to let out a giggle that wouldn't sound forced.

"Oh, this restaurant doesn't have waiters so…" Iza pointed out after a few minutes of silence.

Sasuke just nodded his head and got up from his chair in order to follow his date.

"Ha! I win!" Naruto declared to his date. "Who taught you how to burp anyway? That was awful."

"I was taught to be polite," Naruto's date responded quietly. "I was taught that I shouldn't burp, so I never practiced at it."

"Oh right," Naruto said in a voice coated with sarcasm. "You just can't burp worth anything," he accused with a smile.

"Prove it," the boy sitting across from Naruto demanded. "I just let you win," he admitted, grinning a little to his date as he came to relax more.

"You did not!" Naruto denied. "Did you?" he asked after a few minutes' hiatus; belief dropped from his voice. "I demand a rematch," he insisted, his voice leaving no room for declining.

"Let's at least order food first," Takeo suggested as a waiter came over.

"You're no fun, Take," Naruto replied with a sigh. "I'll have…ramen!" he told the waiter happily once he noticed it on the menu.

"I'll have the same," Takeo told the waiter, handing him both their menus. "I'd like to see why my date is so ecstatic over it," he explained to no one in particular.

"It's really good," Naruto assured him. "You've never had it before?" he asked with sympathy in his voice.

"My parents don't find it elegant enough," Takeo explained to his date, "but I figure if you're eating it, it can't be too bad."

"I like the way you think, Take!" Naruto congratulated, smiling a bright smile at his date. Fortunately Naruto had forgotten he was on a date, seeing this outing as nothing but meeting a new friend.

"Alright, so on to the belching contest, I suppose," Takeo said, reminding Naruto of the challenge.

"Hell yes," Naruto yelled; still excited over his previous win. "You are so going down, Takeo!" he declared to his date with a pride filled voice.

"So what do you want to do after school?" the person sitting next to Sakura on the park bench asked her.

"I haven't given it much thought, to be honest," Sakura lied as she racked her brain to think of something she might have wanted to do if she wasn't a ninja.

"Do you have any ideas at all?" Manabu asked her, trying to strike up any type of conversation.

"I always wanted to be a ninja," Sakura confessed, deciding to not stray too far from the truth. "My parents didn't like that idea very much though. They said it was too dangerous, et cetera, et cetera; you know, that whole drill. They sent me here in hopes of getting my mind off of it. Unfortunately for them it hasn't worked very well," she explained.

"Is that what you're planning to do when you graduate then?" Manabu asked again.

"Maybe," Sakura answered with a shrug of her shoulders, "but maybe not."

After a considerable silence Sakura decided to continue her fictional story.

"I have to make sure I have enough funds to live on my own, since my parents will probably kick me out," she explained, "I have no idea where I'll come across any cash if I'm stuck here studying though."

Manabu was about to say something else, but his date beat him to it; worried that the boy would ask another question about her personal life that she couldn't reveal.

"It's getting cold out here," Sakura announced, interrupting anything her date might have wanted to say. "Are you sure the bus is coming?" she asked.

"I'll go get you some coffee," the boy suggested. "Just wait here and make sure no one steals our bench," he ordered, turning and heading into the nearest restaurant in search for coffee.

Sakura sighed, letting herself relax a bit on the bench that held her. She idly wondered if she had given something away. Sasuke would definitely think so while at the same time Naruto would say it was fine. Unfortunately that put her story somewhere in the middle of a 'bad idea' and a 'good idea'.

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, slightly yelling at herself for being such a follower. It was time she thought for herself, not go around judging things by what her teammates thought.

After a little more thought the young girl decided that her story had been a good idea. Everyone was looking for a guy in girl's clothing and that was something she was not. Furthermore, just wanting to be a ninja didn't make her one. What undercover ninja would admit to always wanting to be a ninja? It was reverse psychology.

Sakura smiled, mentally congratulating herself on what she had chosen and her reasons behind it. At this point she was hoping that her partners would argue with her about what she had done, just so she could prove them wrong.

"Here's your coffee," Manabu said when he had come back to his previous seat and when he had handed Sakura the coffee in his hand.

"Do you know what time the bus gets here?" Sakura asked him. She was, in reality, getting a tad bit too cold for comfort.

"It'll just be a couple of minutes now…less than ten," her date assured her. "Unless you want to do something else besides go to the show," he added as an after thought, "I wouldn't have a problem with that."

"Oh no, a musical sounds excellent," Sakura truthfully admitted. "I guess I'm just a little impatient to get there, is all," she explained.

"Oh, all right," Manabu accepted, seeming to get more relaxed. "Well, I hadn't met you yet when I bought these tickets so I wanted to make sure you were okay with everything," he explained, happiness rising in his voice as he realized he had made a good decision.

"I like musicals," Sakura stated simply, taking a drink of her coffee and breathing in the fumes. An awkward silence followed after her.

"Oh, there's the bus," Manabu pointed out, looking relieved to have broken through the silence. "Come on, I can't wait until you see this. It's pure excellence," he assured Sakura as he followed her onto the bus.

"So what now?" Iza asked Sasuke as he laced their fingers together. "Anything come to your mind on how to improve this fun filled date?"

Sasuke remained silent and looked straight ahead. He was trying in vain to think of a reason to unlace their fingers; human contact was never something he was very familiar with and it was starting to make him uncomfortable.

"How about we take in a movie?" Iza suggested with a smile. "We can take in a double feature; second movie's free today," he tempted his date with a wink. "What do you say? Huh?"

"That's fine," Sasuke accepted with a groan quiet enough so that Iza didn't hear him. He was really hoping to be able to get home soon. Unfortunately it appeared he was stuck with the man holding his hand for at least another four hours.

"All right; excellent," Iza said excitedly. He would get to spend at least another four hours with his date. He couldn't be happier, even if for some reason he was given one million dollars at this very point in time.

Sasuke came back to his dorm more than very tired; he was beyond exhaustion at this point.

The second son of his parents sighed, flinging himself into the bed he was sharing with Naruto. He didn't bother taking off any of the clothes hanging off his body; he was too tired.

Who knew keeping a horny teenager from finding out you were actually a cross dresser could be so hard? This whole thing wasn't part of the mission he had agreed upon. Unfortunately after yelling at Naruto for wanting to run off Sasuke couldn't very well do it himself.

"Sasuke?" Naruto asked excitedly, coming over to the bedroom. "You wouldn't believe how awesome this guy is!" he told his friend while stripping off his clothes. The young boy was so excited he didn't even notice that Sasuke was asleep.

"So what'd you do with What's-His-Face?" Naruto asked excitedly as he crawled into bed next to Sasuke; now in only his boxers.

The raven-haired boy just grumbled, turning over in his sleep.

"You aren't any fun," Naruto complained, snuggling under the blankets and joining the other boy in Dream Land.