See I did write again in less than a month. Hooray for me!! Don't own Naruto.

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Kakashi lifted the next movie in the series and read the label.

"Kyuubi Dream VIII … there isn't a subtitle. That's a little odd."

Naruto shrugged as he shifted a sleeping Hinata in his lap.

"I never paid attention to that part of the process. Didn't seem like such a big deal. It's all the same thing anyway."

Kakashi gave a one eyed drool look to the blond idiot for his lack of literary and cinema decorum then slipped the movie into the player. As the opening credits rolled he resumed his seat and stuck his hand in Chojis popcorn bowl. The Akimichi heir had passed out not long ago and everyone had taken advantage of his unconsciousness to pilfer as much food as possible.

"Neji? Why don't you let me take you home?" TenTen soothed as she tried to coax the trembling Hyuuga from the corner.

Another yelling groan came from Genmas bedroom and Neji cringed, hiding his face in his knees. Sakura and Kankuro had been in there for some time now. No one was sure what she was doing to the puppeteer and it was hard to decide if it was pleasant or painful from his reactionary shouts, screams, and groans.

Shino and Genma had taken the seat across from Hinata and Naruto. The blond had thought to protest but couldn't come up with the energy to do it. Sure it freaked him out but it wasn't as if the two were being gross now. As long as they kept the heavier stuff out of his face he'd be fine with it. Or at least that's what he told himself so his girlfriend wouldn't kick his ass.

"Did it have an overview or anything? Sometimes they give you a little preview of the movie on the back." Ino asked from her place draped over Akamaru. The nin dog left the room holding Kiba and Sasuke. With the way the Uchiha had been carrying on before she couldn't blame the poor guy.

Akamaru hadn't been able to stand the stench of Sasukes hair gel and head fled the room as soon as possible. He didn't care about style. Anything that smelled that bad wasn't meant to be put on the body unless you wanted to scare the bitches away. He would not geld himself for style. Humans were stupid.

"Anyone heard anything from Sasuke lately? They've been awfully quiet." Genma asked staring at the wall.

"Maybe Kiba killed him." Ino replied.

"We'd never get so lucky." Shino muttered.

Genma glared at the wall. "Well, if he did I hope he didn't get blood all over my furniture. It's too damn hard to get out and I can't get than material anymore."

Kakashi shook his head and turned up the volume.

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Sasuke was fuming. What was taking so long! Kiba should have been done long before now. He'd have done it himself but there were no mirrors in this room and he wasn't leaving it until his hair looked presentable. It was humiliating enough to have this secret exposed but to find out the brother he had both hated and admired for years was the pillaged not the pillager was mortifying. He'd have to find him soon and kill him to save the Uchiha reputation from yet another of his brother's bad decisions.

Kiba was having a blast. As Sasuke brooded over his general state of being, the Inuzuka played havoc with the Uchihas hair. He was currently demolishing the Shikamaru 'broom stick' look and going over the list of hair styles he'd already tried. He picked up the tub and squeezed a generous amount into his hand before diving back into Sasukes now sticky hair.

Thus far he had tried devil horns, Moegi style pig tails, tall thick spikes all over, Mohawk spikes down the center of his head, and Kibas personal favorite thus far, Itachi style! At one point he'd had the scissors in his hand, more than ready to clip his way through the knotted mess but had thought better of pissing off a man with the Sharingan. He might find himself believing he's a flea on Akamarus back during his next flea dip one day.

Kiba heard Sasukes nearly inaudible huff and decided he was near his limit on patience. Running through his options he stopped on a cartoon he'd once seen and a style that fit with Sasukes personality if not his person preferences. Quickly he tossed the empty tube on the pillow behind him and squished his gooey hands together.

This was going to be fun.

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"Do we have to go with her?" Temari asked as they followed the now psychotically cheerful Hokage to Genmas place.

"I think we may need a voice of reason if everyone is still exploring the boundaries of inappropriate social behavior." Shikamaru explained.

"You mean if half the group is still naked or having sex on the kitchen counters?" She asked sarcastically.

He turned to her with a classically bored expression. "Yes."

They picked up speed to catch up with the blond but stayed a few steps behind in case she turned on them.

"Uh… Shika?" Temari stopped in the center of the road. Shikamaru tried to drag her forward but she wasn't budging.

"Come on, Mari! She's getting way ahead and…" His eyes caught what she was looking at and he too stopped and stared.

"Is that… Rock Lee?" The fan wielder asked.

"Is that Anko?" Shikamaru blinked several times.

"Why is Lee wearing heels?" Temari squinted then her eyes widened. "Those boots have handles on them." She whispered.

"Seriously?" Shikamaru squinted as well then looked back at Temari.

Both shinobi looked toward the Hokages retreating back. Thinking. A few minutes later, Tsunades back disappeared around a corner and Temari and Shikamaru headed in the opposite direction to see what other interesting things Lee was wearing.

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Kakashis face was glued to the screen when Sasuke and Kiba finally rejoined the group. No one looked up to great them. The eighth movie dealt in fetishes and there were was a great deal of leather, whips, chains and devices most of them didn't even know existed. "Everyone is learning something new today," Kakashi had informed them, then cranked up the volume to cover up Kankuros screams.

Sasuke moved to his former spot on a pillow by Ino. The mind swapping blond glanced his way with no comment then did a double take. Her eyes slowly scanned his hair before a snigger broke loose from her closed lips. Hinata glance down at the woman then let out a snort of her own as she took in Sasukes new look. This got Narutos attention. The Jinchuriki was less than subtle in his appraisal.

"What the hell happened to you?!"

The movie switched to a bar scene as Kakashi spared a look for his former student. Then paused the video and turned around completely. He lifted his forehead protector, revealing the sharingan, and continued to decipher Sasukes head.

"Nothing happened to me." Sasuke said calmly and stared around the room at everyone.

"I think you need… anyone got a mirror?" Ino asked.

Sasuke started to get an inkling of what the problem might be and turned around in time to hear Kiba yell, "I'm taking Akamaru for a walk!" before the door slammed shut behind him.

"Son of a…" Sasuke stood to the sound of sniggers and chuckles, walking toward the bedroom door.

The was a deep groan as the door opened and Sasuke disappeared inside.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sakura yelled. There was no response from Kankuro.

"Nothing. You're thing is slipping." Sasuke replied.

"Oh Shit!" Sakura said with feeling and moments later Kankuro yelped and screamed.

Genma narrowed his eyes from his place on the futon and started to stand. Shizune came running, pale and wide eyed through the bedroom door. A second later the front door opened and closed. Genma had just made it to the bedroom door when Sasuke screamed.

"What the hell did he do to my hair?!"

Genma ignored him. "I thought I told you not to go through that box!"

"A little privacy here!" Sakura cried.

"This is MY room!!" Genma yelled back.

Sasuke pushed past him and barreled back into the room. Breathing hard and shaking with fury, the Uchiha stood staring at the group of mirthfully shaking shinobi. White flakes drifted to his shoulders as the gel dried from paste to plaster. The hair style once reminiscent of a duck butt now stood straight in the air, flaring small uneven pieces at the tip.

"Vegeta!" Naruto yelled.

"What?" Kakashi asked, still looking for whatever genjutsu could do something that awful to hair.

"From that old cartoon. Dragon something. Vegeta was a bad guy turned good."

"Oh yeah! I remember that!" Ino perked up. "He had the bride-of-Frankenstein hair going on!"

"That's it!" Naruto called again.

Genma jumped as Shino touched his shoulder, having snuck up on him during Sasukes tirade.

"And he was really short." Hinata continued, also remembering the battle heavy cartoon.

"And he had a superiority complex." Ino added. "And a really bad attitude."

"Right. And he was friends with Goku who was lower in rank but stronger than him." Hinata nodded.

Sasuke stared at the group, his color growing higher by the moment.

"You know. I think the style works for him." Ino nodded in approval.

"You think?" Naruto asked earnestly.

Shino, who'd been looking over Genmas shoulder into the bedroom, frowned at the older man and pointed inside the door.

"You've been holding out on me?"

Genma stilled and looked to the bug nin as Sasuke finally lost it and dove for the futon.

"Hello!! Could you close the damn door! I'm working here!" Sakura yelled from the bedroom.

"OH YES!!" Kankuro screamed.

"Well, well, well. Looks like I'm missing one hell of a party."

The entire room went still.

"Awe! Don't stop!" Kankuro cried.

Tsunade raised a brow and started for the crowded room. Shizune stumbling along behind her.

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Well, another chapter down. Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are always welcome.