Hey guys just wanted to wish you happy holidays or, in some peoples' religion who do not celebrate anything, a great week.

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Sakura

I woke up next to Sasuke, and for a second I lay there and smiled. My purple dress was thrown carelessly on the floor, causing me to roll my eyes. Sasuke was silently breathing peacefully next to me and I skillfully managed to move his had and get up without waking him. Sometime during the night I had put on one of Sasuke's Bob Marley shirts, and with a long yawn, I walked out of the room and into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I walked downstairs to my room and opened the door, letting out a startled squeal. Shikamaru bolted upright, showing his bare chest before falling off the bed. I quickly turned and cringed.

"Oh my god," Ino yelled, "My head is fucking pounding like crazy. Whoever invented alcohol needs to be slapped in the fucking face. Shikamaru why are you naked-" Ino, who finally seemed to remember whatever happened last night, let out a high pitched squeal and ran out of that room, frilly pink underwear and all. She ran to another vacant room and slammed the door. I heard Shikamaru let out a deep sigh.

"I'm decent," he said. I turned around to see him with blue sheets wrapped around his waist, his head against the wall. I cringed.

"Sorry, I opened the wrong room." I said apologetically. He stared at me then sat down on the bed with another sigh.

"Ya think her boyfriend will come and kick my ass?" I smiled and shook my head.

"Her boyfriend threats her like crap. Ten times worse than Gaara ever was; when did InoMaru start?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Hell if I know, it just… happened. I like her, yeah, but I never planned to pursue her considering her boyfriend. By the way, this boyfriend of hers, what's he like?"

"He's pretty bad…"

"Worse than Itachi?" I froze, my heartbeat picking up. I let out a deep sigh then lay back against the doorframe. I hadn't heard that name in a while. I smiled thoughtfully.

"Yes, he's worse than Itachi, but then again, Itachi wasn't really bad, just… confused." We sat in silence for a while until Shikamaru cleared his throat. I smirked, took the hint, and left. I walked back down the hall to my room, and dug into my closet.

Twenty minutes later, I looked into the mirror satisfied. I wore a pair of ripped black skinny jeans with a white tee v-neck and white UGGs. My hair was hanging loose and straight and black eye shadow. I was just about to buckle my Invader Zim belt when I heard a strong knock on my door. I went and opened, surprised to see Neji. His long hair was disheveled and his clothes, which consisted of dark denim jeans and a dark grey shirt, rumpled.

"I know that look," I said ushering him in and shutting the door, "what's up?" I continued to hustle around my room, getting ready for the day.

"I like Tenten." His voice was filled with sorrow and I cringed. Neji's life was complicated. "And she likes me too." I sat down beside him on my bed and looked at the floor. "Do you know how much it sucks to have everything right in front of you, but unable to have it? All because of a stupid gold ring I'm forced to wear?"

"Maybe you should tell her the truth. Tenten can probably take it." Neji scoffed and stood up angrily.

"Yeah, let's walk up to her and say 'oh well my family is tracking me down like a fucking bloodhound, and that's why I use a stage name and wear so much Goth makeup onstage, oh and to top it off, I was married at 15 to join to companies. Did I mention that my family is fucking crazy?'" Neji finished ranting and stood there breathing deeply. I eyed him up before speaking.

"Are you finished?" I asked politely. He nodded and sat down on the bean bag that was by my wall.

"Tenten came from an abusive family; she was raised to be strong. I think you should tell her, but if you don't want to tell her then fine. I don't know why everyone looks to me in relationship problems. I can't even keep a fucking relationship, let alone fix one." Neji smirked and we both jumped when the doorbell rang. I growled and got up, grabbing my coffee.

I opened the front door, and without looking at who it was, turned back around to walk to the kitchen. Naruto was expecting our record manager to stop by, so I assumed it was him. On my way to the kitchen, I ran into Neji who was frozen looking at the door with no emotion. I rolled my eyes, "What now?" I asked, turning around. I froze in my spot.

"I'm looking for Sasuke." I swallowed and nodded; then turned away from him. I muttered for Neji to watch him, who nodded; and then I bolted up the stairs. I barged into Sasuke's room to see him buttoning his pants. When he looked up at me he smiled (gorgeously) and kisses me on the lips.

"We have a problem," I said, "Your brother is downstairs." Sasuke looked at me for a second before nodding. We headed downstairs to see Itachi and Neji on the couch, playing Nazi Zombies. I couldn't resist but to roll my eyes. Nazi Zombies was Itachi's favorite game. We used to stay up late playing it.

Sasuke said something and Itachi and Sasuke walked to the dining room to talk to his brother and I sat down and played the game with Neji. It wasn't until we reached level five when they emerged from the room. Sasuke looked pissed and Itachi was unfazed. His gaze met mine and my heart sped up. His head nodded slightly towards the door and, with a sigh, I followed him to the room.

I watched as Itachi leaned against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his dark denim Levi's. His black button up shirt hugged his fame perfectly and his red and black tie mad him look gorgeous. I realized quickly that it was the tie I had bought him for his birthday.

"Fugaku is in the hospital." Itachi said simply. I looked down at the floor.

"Fugaku is…?" I asked, uncertain. Itachi stared at me and I got angry. "Look, I don't know why you don't believe me Itachi, but Sasuke has never told me about his family. I swear to God that I had no idea that you were his brother when we dated and if you still want to blame the end of our relationship on the fact that you left me because I was only with you because you reminded me of Sasuke, then you go right ahead and assume that buddy, but just to let you know the truth, you are way off Uchiha." I said pointing my finger into his chest. I knew my face was probably flushed with anger because he didn't say anything, but instead looked down at the ground. I turned around to leave when I heard Itachi speak softly.

"Our father is in the hospital." He voice was barley there and I nodded, not looking at him.

"I'll speak to him," I said before leaving.

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Shikamaru

I knocked on her door and took a deep breath. When she opened it, I walked into the room before she could slam it in my face again. Ino's face flushed with anger, and then embarrassed when she noticed I wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Get out of here." I said irritably, pointing at the door. She was wearing a silver sparkly short skirt with black tights and a white baggy shirt that hung off her shoulders. I fought the thoughts in my head away and instead focused on the task at hand.

"I need to talk to you." I said, standing close to her.

"Look, I get it, I was drunk and you took advantage of it. No problem, Shikamaru. It's just weird."

"No, that's not it. I want to be with you. Last night… wasn't supposed to happen, but I couldn't help it because your so…" Ino looked at me and I turned red, scratching the back of my head, "beautiful and stuff." She obviously didn't expect that because she dropped her stuff on the floor from shock.

"I…I… what?" She said in confusion. I rolled my eyes and leaned in, kissing her lips.

"I like you." The way I said it made the sentence sound forced and the way she looked at me made me blush again. I could practically see the gears in her head turn as she tried to find an answer. When she couldn't find one, she just smiled and threw her hands around me in a hug.

"Well I like you too."