"Please keep arms, legs, and all other body parts in the tram at all times," the automated voice said over the PA system. Naturally, I then proceeded to stick all available body parts out of my side of the tram. Sasuke and I were sharing a row, and were the only two in it. Tsunade was sharing a row behind us with an overeager kid and his nauseous looking sister, and looking absolutely thrilled about it. Wouldn't you be, too? Having a kid that was literally bouncing all over the place on one side of you and a girl who looked like she was about to spill her guts on the other side would be so much fun!

"No more than five adults per row," the PA system continued on.

"You heard them, Naruto, so get off before you break this thing!" Sasuke said, pushing me lightly, but not hard enough to actually push me out.

"Hey, you weigh more than me! You should be the one to get out," I yelled, and pushed him back. This resulted in a mini-slap fight.

"Please keep all infants and children under six in the middle of the row," announced the oh-so-lovable automated voice. I mean, I could listen to it all day and never get tired of it.

"Come on, Naruto," Sasuke said, and grasped my forearm. "Get in the middle of the row." He then pulled me literally over himself, nearly onto his lap, and into the seat on the other side of him. I gaped at him for being so bold and straightforward as to actually move me into the seat next to him while the tram was in motion, but my gape soon turned into a pout.

"What are you talking about? I'm no infant," I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest and sticking out my lower lip in what one would call a puppy dog pout.

"Physically, no, but you do have the mental capacity of one," Sasuke countered. In the most grown up and mature way that I knew of, I stuck my tongue out at my best friend and blew a raspberry t him. He made a face at me in response. Aren't we the mature ones?

"And remember: this is a family-oriented park; please refrain from provocative clothing and suggestive dialogue. Please enjoy your visit," finished up the automated voice.

Sasuke and I simultaneously turned to look at each other; he had his (signature) feral grin on while I had my (newly acquired) evil smirk on, no doubt picked up from hanging out with Sasuke too much.

"Mind if I start?" I asked in what he claimed was my scary-polite voice.

"Be my guest," he responded in a similar tone, sweeping his arms out in what would have been called a small bow if he had been standing. We exchanged one last feral grin/ evil smirk before we donned our dramatic faces and poses.

"Oh Sasuke," I said passionately, and loudly I may add. Even though I am horrible when it comes to lying, I am surprisingly good at improvisation as long as it's strictly for dramatic features, like shocking the tram shitless.

"Please, make love to me as the ferris wheel stops at its top rotation!" I pleaded, grabbing his hand and being as sensual as I could muster. Which, as my friends know, isn't very sensual in the least. But that didn't matter, because sensual or not, I now had the attention of the entire tram, including the overeager brat and woozy sister behind us, not to mention the fact that Tsunade had her own signature wild leer as she watched us.

"I cannot, my beloved Naruto," he replied in a voice that naturally sent shivers down my back. Very pleasant shivers, I might add. "I already have…a previous engagement."

"With whom?!" I demanded in fake shock. So dramatic was I being that I even used correct grammar. I summoned as much fake tears as I could and choked out in the most desperate voice I had, "Am I not your, and I quote, 'beloved Naruto' no longer? Have I been replaced? Do I mean that little to you?"

"No!" he denied, totally into his character. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see what affect this had on our rather small audience. Two girls in the seat in front of us, a stocky blonde and a tall brunette, were staring at us as if we were the best thing they had seen in ages. In fact, they kinda looked like they were going to jump us, which was pretty creepy. The boy who was sitting next to them, a short dark haired one, had covered his face with his hand in embarrassment, either at us or at the girls beside him. But beside them and the occasional disdainful look, all the other faces I saw were pretty much open-mouthed gapes, which could have been negative or positive and I wouldn't have known.

"You are still my beloved Naru-chan, and no one can take that title away from you. You mean the world to me. But…this previous engagement I spoke of. Well, I can no longer avoid this encounter, for you see…as the ferris wheel stops at its top rotation this night, I must…"

As Sasuke paused for dramatic suspense, I, to my utmost surprise, heard a simultaneous intake of breath come from the general direction of our audience. Wow. They must really be getting into it. But man, I wish Sasuke actually meant those things he said. I mean, I understand that I'm the only Naru-chan he knows, but he'd never say anything as sappy and romantic as that to me….Or would he? Naw, he wouldn't.

"…fuck my hand," Sasuke continued, still amazingly keeping a straight face. It took me a few moments to take in this new data, and a few minutes more before my resolve completely shattered.

Sasuke and I completely collapsed in hysterical laughter. The blond girl in front of us let out a moan of disappointment before joining her brunette friend (and Sasuke and I) in hysterical laughter as well. The boy, after a moment of having to put up with it, smacked them both upside their heads and told them to make sure they had their stuff, because we were at the park.

"And it's not that funny!" I heard him shout at them.

"Aw, that's only because you're not as open about it as they were!" the blond blissfully responded, probably hinting at something because the boy immediately turned a bright shade of red and smacked her upside her head again. She clutched her head and whined, "Ow, Joshie-kun, you're so mean to mee—"

"And stop calling me that!"

By that time the tram had stopped completely at the gates of the park, and Sasuke and I had pulled ourselves together just enough to get off the tram. Sasuke had quieted up by the time we reached the ticket sales booth, but I was still in giggles. Rabid giggles. Rabid, frothing at the mouths giggles. Rabid, raccoon-just-bit-my-dog-and-now-I-must-shoot-it-no-Old-Yella-don't-leave-me frothing at the mouths giggles. Oh so rabid!

"So boys, now that you've got that off your chest," Tsunade said, coming up behind us and pausing for emphasis. "What are you going to ride on first?"

"Whatever," Sasuke replied animatedly (not), shoving his hands into his pockets, a light shade of pink dusted across his oh-so-tanned cheeks. Not really. I mean, the blush was there, but there is no way you could call Sasuke tan. He's pale as death. But hot damn, death is sexy!

"I want to ride a roller coaster!" I announced to the world. Now normally, I don't like heights, but there was rhyme and reason for me wanting to ride a roller coaster. I would get scared while riding the coaster and have a perfect alibi for squeezing Sasuke to death. Wow. I had no idea that I was so scheming.

"Oh, you could ride the Loch Ness Monster!" Tsunade said, probably plotting to get rid of us for the rest of the day. "It's close to the entrance, and has two loops! You brats would like it, wouldn't you?"

At the mention two loops, I could feel my face fall and the blood leave my face. It had the exact opposite effect on Sasuke. He had immediately perked up at the mention of two loops and was even looking, dare I say, eager to ride. I gulped. Damn, now if he likes this Loch Ness Monster, he's going to make me ride it at least two times, and go on the other roller coasters. Crap! I wanted to squeeze Sasuke but at this rate, I'm probably gonna be scared dead and he's gonna be squeezed in half.

"All right, let's go on that," Sasuke said, probably trying to conceal his excitement. But with Sasuke, you could never tell on those things.

"Right, here are your tickets. Keep those little flap thingies, they're for free meals, but you can ditch the flap thingies on the other side because they're for parking, and you guys don't need to park anything. I'll have my phone on, so call me if you need me, but please: don't need me," Tsunade lectured us, handed us the tickets, and strode to the park entrance. After pocketing both tickets, I looked at Sasuke.

"I bet she's going to play games the whole time," I commented. Sasuke nodded his head in agreement, then began pulling me by the wrist to the entrance. I yelped and stumbled after him, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

I presented the tickets to the person at the entrance gate, and they opened for us. Sasuke accepted a map from a person standing by the gate and took a moment to study it, occasionally looking up to judge which direction we were facing.

"This way," he said and began pulling me down the cobblestone road. Eventually I got used to his pace and didn't trip as much. Of course, with my luck being, well, my luck, when I did get used to his pace, we were at the Loch Ness Monster.

It was huge. It was green. It was terrifying. It was a large booger that really should have been washed off this shirt before now. Honestly, I was only staring at my shirt because I was too scared to look up at the roller coaster. So, I let Sasuke drag me into the line. Lucky for me, the line was rather short. In two trains, it would be our turn.

"Isn't this fun?" Sasuke asked, saying something that was very un-Sasuke like, but saying it in a tone of voice that made it Sasuke like.

"Thrilling," I replied sarcastically, thankful that I hadn't eaten anything recently. Wait, had I? No, I don't think so. Good.

"What's up with you?" he asked, looking at me with concern. "I thought you were the one who wanted to ride a roller coaster in the first place."

"Yeah, well I still don't like heights," I retorted, looking away. I heard Sasuke sigh, and looked back over at him.

"If that's what's got your thong in a knot, you could just close your eyes on the way up, and I could talk to you to get your mind off the incline," he suggested. It sounded good to me, so I nodded.

When it was our turn, Sasuke made sure that we were in the same row of seats. There were only two seats per row, so that made me feel a little bit better. I followed Sasuke into the car and pulled the safety-thingie-majigger over my head. I gripped it until my fingers began getting cramps. Sasuke looked over at me and sighed. He gently pried my fingers off the safety-harness-thing and grasped my hand in his own. I was tempted to smile my goofy, druggie smile at the warm feeling of my hand in his, but I decided against it.

I emitted a tiny squeak when the train left the station and began its upward climb. Remembering Sasuke's suggestion, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of something to talk about.

"So what was up with your brother this morning, with playing that music over the phone?" I asked nervously, saying the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't know. I never know with him, really," Sasuke replied, still keeping his hand over mine. "Lately he's been pretty into Euro-pop groups, like Smile.DK, Aqua, and, scarily enough, the Spice Girls. I've always known that his mental state was...flexible...but there is a limit, even for him."

"I resent that," I said, "You know I like that song Wannabe. And Smile.DK in general, and that Barbie Girl song."

"God, Naruto, you like more gay songs than I do! I thought I was supposed to be the homosexual one here. Are you hiding something from me?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"No, I—AHHHGGGG!" Depending on how you look at it, I had some sort of luck there. Good luck that the roller coaster decided then, of all times, to drop so I wouldn't have to answer Sasuke's awkward question. Bad luck, because I was caught by surprise and ended up probably breaking Sasuke's hand I clutched it so hard. Poor Sasuke.

Halfway down, I ran out of breath and had to screw up my face (and further kill Sasuke's hand) or else I felt like I was going to implode.

I couldn't really describe the rest of the ride, because it went so fast and was terrifying in a good way, but I guess it was fun. But I don't know. When the train finally pulled back into the station I was actually kind of smiling (and sort of laughing maniacally, but that doesn't count). My legs were pretty jelly like once I had taken off the safety-harness-thingie-mabobber, and I had to lean on Sasuke for a few moments before my feet had gained their bearings, but you didn't see me complaining. After I the air had returned to my lungs after being screamed out, the first thing I said to Sasuke was,

"Let's go again!"

He fired an all knowing grin at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

The second time around wouldn't be as frightening, I told myself as I stood in line. Once again, Sasuke and I had gotten a row to ourselves. There were two girls in the row in front of us. I remembered them from the tram ride. The brunette seemed to be introducing someone to the blond.

"Annie, meet Harrison," she said, pointing to a tall boy with messy brown hair who was in the row in front of them, sitting next to the short dark haired boy who had been with the girls on the tram. He kind of struck me as a skater punk.

"Ohayo, Harri-san," the blond, now identified as Annie, greeted. I looked at Sasuke to see his reaction to her improper use of the Japanese language. Well, I could only guess that it was improper because Sasuke groaned and covered his face with his hand.

"She's an idiot," I heard him mumble under his breath. I grinned; no doubt this girl had only heard the Japanese language off of some show she had watched on YouTube; now, I'm not saying that I know more than her, I'm just saying that the least she could do was a little research.

"Ohio?" the boy repeated, confused. The two girls laughed, a very annoying sound. The skater punk looked confused, but then again, skater punks generally are confused. And the other boy looked like he wanted to murder them all and get on with his life. I feel sorry for that boy. They all looked around thirteen, so that meant that the boy still had a couple years of torture to go.

The roller coaster started up again, and Sasuke and I started a new conversation.

"So, how has work been?" he asked. It kind of reminded me of all the family sitcoms I've seen on television. The family would sit down to a meal and the wife would ask her husband how his day was. Except instead of sitting at a table eating a meal, we were riding a roller coaster. And we didn't have three kids. And prerecorded voices didn't laugh at us every time we say something funny or a pun arises. Good thing, too; those prerecorded voices are scary. Worse than the voices in my head.

"Eh, same as always," I replied. "We put the cheese on the cardboard, we cook the cheese on the cardboard, we serve the cheese on the cardboard to the unsuspecting victims who think they are eating better than cheese on cardboard."

"Oh, so no major dramas? Lee wasn't caught youthfully making love to the deep fryer? Sakura wasn't found pole dancing on a bathroom stall? Ino wasn't seen making out passionately with the soda fountain? Chouji wasn't—"

"I don't want to hear what you think Chouji was doing!" I shouted, grinning nonetheless at my best friend's oh-so-perverted mind. "No, no major dramas. No sex life with the deep fryer, no strip club in the bathroom, no affairs with the soda fountain, just the normal Lee pursuing Sakura and Sakura obviously playing hard to get."

Sasuke shook his head and tsk'd. "When will she finally realize that they were meant for each other? They've known each other for forever, had a pretty good relationship, never got into any fights. We all know that Sakura has major moodswings, but she never takes it out on Lee. We all know that Lee has…special issues, but he never goes into a full-blown episode when she's around. You'd think that'd she it before now, but she haSNT!!!"

The last part of the word was pretty much a scream as the roller coaster began it's steep descent, and the ride continued on, same as last time, but still pretty thrilling. My knees were nearly as wobbly as last time, but I still took the opportunity to lean on Sasuke. The annoying girls from the row in front of us awed. Sasuke glared. They stuck their tongues out. I stuck my tongue out. They made faces at us. The dark haired boy smacked them upside their head, again, and dragged them away by their ears, the skater punk following them like a lost (confused) puppy.

We walked out of the Loch Ness Monster area and into what the map called New France. I looked around, thirsty.

"Sasuke, I'm thirsty!" I whined, tugging on his shirt sleeve. He rolled his eyes at me, but I could still see that he smiled.

"Well, then find something to drink," he responded as if it were the most logical thing in the world. Which, really, it was. I scanned the stalls and booths until I found one that captured my interest.

"Sasuke, I want some frozen lemonade!" I whined once more, tugging him in the direction of the blessed frozen lemon drink. He let out an exasperated sigh, but I met no resistance in tugging him to the booth.

"Fine, I'll pay, but we're going to have to share the largest size," he said. I nodded my head happily. Maybe we could share a straw. Yay! Man, have I ever mentioned how much I love indirect kisses? Well, I love them to bits!

I'm sounding gayer by the second. Shit.

We got in the line for the frozen lemonade. There were at least five other people in line before us. When it was finally our turn, Sasuke ordered a large Frozen Lemonade. Yes, I capitalized it on purpose that time because I was so thirsty.

"Don't you want two?" asked the guy at the counter as he filled up the cup with the yellow slush…eew, I hope it's not like yellow snow!

"No, we'll just share that one," Sasuke replied, holding out a five dollar bill.

"So, does that mean you are…" he purposefully trailed off, nearly waggling his eyebrows at us suggestively. I felt my face heat up.

"Yes, want us to make out with each other to prove a point?" my best friend asked sarcastically, holding out his hand for the change.

"Yes, please!" replied a squeaky voice from behind us. I turned to see the blond girl and her friends. As sad as it was, both girls had their phones opened and turned our direction; oh, God, they were camera phones!

"What are you guys, stalkers?!" I demanded, looking at the dark haired boy, knowing he'd give me a straight answer.

"Thankfully, no," he replied. "But sadly enough, these two would NOT shut up about how, and I quote, 'kawaii' you two are." I saw Sasuke shudder.

"Did they, by any chance, mention anything about yaoi?" he asked the smaller boy.

"Mention it? They would not stop screaming it at the top of their lungs!" He shook his head.

"Then please tell them that I was being sarcastic, and that we," Sasuke pointed from himself to me, "are nothing more than best friends."

"Oh, but deep down, you both know that you want to be more, but are too scared that the other doesn't feel the same way," the blond said, giving us an all-knowing look, probably attempting to look wiser than her years. I bet a three year old was wiser than her. However, the girl had amazingly struck a nerve, and I felt my face grow hot with a blush to rival the size of Brazil.

"Why won't you be quiet?" the dark haired boy demanded, turning to whack the girl upside her head for the…fifth time?...that I had seen today. He turned back to us. "I have no idea how they talked me into going."

"You're talking as if we aren't standing right here!" the blond said, putting her hands on her hips, her camera phone away now that she was sure that there was no action to be caught on film. That blond girl is creepy.

"Yeah!" the brunette backed her up. Then, she turned to the skater punk who (as always) was looking confused. "I'm bored; wanna go get some roast beef for dinner?"

"Sure," he replied. Wow. They have short attention spans. But I bet mine's way shorter! So take that, munchkins! The fact that the brunette is taller than me does not matter.

"Well, I'm sorry you have to deal with them," Sasuke said, finishing his conversation with the dark haired boy, and taking the frozen lemonade from the guy at the counter.

"Me too," the boy replied.

I took the frozen lemonade from Sasuke as we walked away from the stall and began sucking on the straw. There was only one straw. Yays! As soon as I tasted the drink, I looked at it a while before turning to Sasuke.

"This tastes like Mountain Dew!"

Throughout the day, we rode two other roller coasters, the Alpengeist and the big Bad Wolf. We rode the Alpengeist twice, because I found it so fun and literally dragged Sasuke back in line before any more people got in line. Sadly, the wait each time was about forty five minutes, but we found ways of entertaining ourselves.

"Gosh darnit."

"Moose!"

By the time we actually got on the Big Bad Wolf, it was dark out and we could barely see where the roller coaster was going; there were no lights on the track. Tsunade had called earlier, telling us to meet her in the Italy section at ten thirty; the park closed at eleven. Sasuke said that we had enough time to go on the Flying Swings, and get some food before then.

"Yay, Swings!" I said, and took off in the direction of the swings, which were located in the section of the park labeled Germany, pulling Sasuke along behind me. The Flying Swings have always been my favorite ride; it's pretty much the only ride where there is a height issue, but I don't feel afraid. And besides, I just love the feeling of wind in my hair!

Sasuke chose a blue chair while I naturally chose the orange one that was right next to it. I've never realized it before now, but Sasuke's and my favorite colors are complementary colors; blue and orange. That's weird…maybe it's a sign! Opposites attract! Never have I believed in that saying so firmly as I do now. I wonder if Sasuke has noticed yet…

The ride lasted for about a minute or two, and I had probably the most fun on that simple ride than on any of the roller coasters. Now, that can mean of two things: either I had an obscenely boring time here at the park, or I had an abnormal obsession with the Flying Swings. With me being me and knowing me, as I am of course me, the answer would be the latter.

Giggling like the happy giddy gay (by which I mean happy high homosexual, not happy happy happy, because that makes very little sense) child I was, I exited the ride area, swaying a little on my feet due to sheer ecstasy. Sasuke rolled his eyes at me and pulled me over to a bench where he sat me down until I was (slightly) calmer.

"Now, we're going to go eat. I'm hungry, and with you being…you…I'm sure at least three times as hungry as I am," he began, a small smile on his lips even as he gave what, if it had been any other person, would have been considered an insult. I nodded my head in agreement, though. "Right, well, we have those free food pass things, and there's a place nearby here (I think it's got a German theme) that we can go to, so if you're ready—"

"Yatta!" I shouted, and pulled him in the direction he had indicated.

"Would you stop killing my language?!" Sasuke demanded, covering her ears in disgust. I grinned happily with a slight touch of feral.

At the food place—I was too hungry to really notice what it was as I rushed in—I got some mashed potatoes, some sort of cooked meat, and some rice. But why would they have rice in Germany? Last time I checked, rice came from Asia, not Europe. I voiced my concern to Sasuke.

"Dobe," was his oh-so-intelligent reply. I shrugged and began pouring my barbeque sauce over my food. Yes, all of it. Potatoes, meat, rice, and all. I can't eat rice without barbeque sauce. It's like, taboo. And icky. Tabicky.

Just as we were both finishing our meal, a tune started up; a very familiar tune, indeed.

"Oh my God, it's the Chicken Dance!" someone in the back shouted. I had this scary instinct in my gut that told me it was the blond stalker girl. I turned to Sasuke.

"Why would they start up the Chicken Dance at…ten oh two at night?" I asked him, looking down at my cell phone to see the time.

"Who knows? Quick, let's get out of here before we get pulled into that can-can line," Sasuke said. I looked over to the stage and to my utter horror I saw several guests up on stage, doing the can-can. To the tune of the Chicken Dance. Periodical pauses filled with four claps each were often heard at the appropriate times. Now was the time to run.

Stealthily, like ninjas, we crept to the edge of the room, trying our best to keep to the shadows. After several agonizing minutes, we made it to the outside. I looked at my phone again. Ten oh five. We had twenty five minutes to kill.

"Wanna go play some games?" I asked Sasuke, who nodded. We made our way to what the map labeled Oktoberfest, where most of the midway was held. I scanned the vendors' stalls, looking for prizes that I found interesting. My attention was caught and held by a very large fox plushie that looked exactly like Kyuubi, only…bigger. Sasuke must've seen it too, because he immediately began walking toward the basketball hoop game, fishing out some money.

"Sasuke, you don't have to…" I said, trailing off weakly as he gave me the, I'm-doing-it-because-I-want-to-and-you-can't-stop-me look. I sighed, knowing that I couldn't stop him now, and began walking around a little more before spotting something else that held my focus.

It was a dark blue wolf plushie. It wasn't as big as the fox plushie, but it was still rather large. Well, if Sasuke was going to get me a plushie, then I'm gonna get him one, too, darnit! Thank God that it was a game I could easily win. It was the squirt gun game. I loved that game. It'd take three wins for me to win that plushie, but it was gonna be worth it.

My first opponents were a family of four; an eight-ish looking boy, and a twelve-ish looking girl, and two dead tired looking parents. I won easily, and got first. The second round of opponents looked to be part of a biker gang; they were heavily muscled and both had matching leather jackets. It was a close finish, but I still won. No one can beat me, for I am Naruto Uzumaki, horny confused teenage boy extraordinaire.

However, I nearly met my match in one five year old boy. We glared at each other for a full minute, my nose twitching every now and then, and him pausing to wipe a trail of snot off of his upper lip. Then, we simultaneously turned and readied ourselves at our respective squirt guns. When the bell sounded, we both pressed the two red buttons on top of the guns, and aimed carefully. Beads of sweat had broken out my forehead and I was concentrating as hard as I could. Suddenly, the bell rang out, signaling a winner. I crossed my fingers and prayed.

"Lane 13 is the winner. Please pick your prize, sir," said the vendor, looking and sounding extremely bored. I looked up in surprise; I was lane thirteen, naturally, but I honestly thought I was beat by the snot nosed brat. Proudly, I pointed to the wolf, and the employee handed it down to me.

My pride having swelled after winning the prize, I hopped off the stool and began strutting back down the midway, heading to the basketball hoop game where Sasuke was waiting, unsurprisingly with an orange fox plushie in his arms.

"You won that?" he asked incredulously, obviously surprised that I had enough focus to win all those games.

"Yup!" I said and proudly held it out to him, grinning. He took it, staring at it intensely. "For you! Because clearly you were going to be a stubborn bastard and get that fox plushie, and I wanted to get you something too."

"Whoever said this was for you?" Sasuke asked, but held out the fox to me nonetheless, a tiny shade of pink on his cheeks. I stuck out my tongue at him, but hugged the fox to my chest all the same. Sasuke looked down at his phone and cursed.

"Shit. It's ten twenty five. Think we can make it in time?" he asked, looking back up to me. I grinned.

"Of course we can!"

Italy was a small section, when compared to Germany or New France. It was pretty easy to find Tsunade baachan; look for the nearest bar, and she's there. Lucky for us, she wasn't too drunk, meaning she could drive us back to the hotel without passing out or crashing, and we could easily pull her out of the bar.

"You brats have enough time for one more ride," she said, putting a hand on each of our heads. "What will it be?"

"Water ride!" I said, pumping my fists into the air. Sasuke shrugged and pointed to a nearby sign that read, Roman Rapids This Way. I grabbed Sasuke's wrist with my left hand, stuffed my foxy under my arm, and grabbed Tsunade's wrist with my right hand, pulling them in the direction the ride. There was virtually no line, and we left the plushies in the care of Tsunade, whom I had not been able to talk into riding with us.

The seats were already pretty wet when we sat down, and an involuntary shiver raked my body as the cold water seeped through my pants. Sasuke sat in the seat next to me, and we had to share a seat belt. I was nearly vibrating in excitement; I don't know why, so don't ask me.

Long before the ride was over, Sasuke and I were completely soaked through. We had somehow hit all the waterfalls, got splashed, and had lions spit at us. They were mean lions.

I was shivering as I stepped onto the rotating dock thing, and I'm pretty sure Sasuke was too. We both glared at Tsunade when she smirked triumphantly at us and commented on how dry she was.

"Shut up," I said, pressing my body against Sasuke while using the excuse that we were sharing body heat. Besides, he didn't seem to mind. Plus he seemed warm enough for the both of us; his cheeks looke red and warm. We slowly began our wet way to the park entrance/ exit, dripping a trail that reminded me of the Tale of Hansel and Gretel.

We rode the tram in near silence back to the Ireland parking lot, and got off near Ireland forty one. Just as we were about to get into the car, we heard a shout and looked up.

"Good bye, our prey!" Whap! "Owwie, Joshie-kun!"

"Leave them alone, Annie! … And stop calling me that!"

"But we dun wanna! They're too cute together to leave them…not together!"

"Stay out of it, Hannah!"

"I'm wet."

Sasuke and I both sweatdropped at the preteen's antics, and continued our way back into the car. We buckled our seatbelts, and gently placed the plushies in the back. Tsunade started up the engine, and pulled out of the now nearly deserted parking lot. Not three minutes into the ride, I began to feel drowsy.

Yawning, I slyly began to lean on Sasuke's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind anymore than when I leaned on him…all the other times I did today. In fact, he even slowly lowered himself to the car seat, causing me to be draped over him. I blushed a little, but still kept up the pretense of being asleep, or at least close to it. Sasuke's breathing had evened out, as had mine, so I barely even registered his arm being draped lightly over my waist.

But I still noticed it, and smiled.

I managed to keep awake long enough to reach the hotel. Sasuke changed into dry clothes and crawled sleepily into the bed that we were going to share, while I took the time to take a short bath. I cursed my lack of smartness for making me forget to pack an extra pair of boxers as I stood in the middle of the hotel bathroom in nothing but my towel as I blow-dried my boxers until they were no more than slightly damp. Then, I pulled them on, and dragged my sorry ass to bed. Sure enough, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. It was a good day, was my last thought.


The author-ess pumps her fist in excitement, thanking God that she FINALLY finished this chapter. It took FOREVER. Probably her longest chapter thus far, she muses. At least two thousand words longer than the minimum of four thousand she has set for herself. And she is really sorry, but she felt the undying need to throw in herself, her friend, her friend's boyfriend, and her own crush. She doesn't know why. She just did. Probably just to annoy the heck out of Naru-chan.

And with the blow-drying of the boxers: th author-ess once forgot to pack an extra pair of underwear, and had t blow dry her wet pair dry.

What to look for in the next chapter? The author-ess doesn't know, but really should. She would guess it would have something to do with the plot and oh! Someone will be punched in the face while asleep!

The author-ess was in fact writing about her experiences in Busch Gardens, which does not belong to her, nor does Naruto. Many inside jokes were included in this chapter, so if you don't get it, the author-ess doesn't blame you.