title: tequila, estrogen, and penises.
pairings: SasuSaku, NejiTen, NaruHina.
author's note/warning: um, i guess you could consider this a sequel to the first chapter. i'm not sure if i want to pursue this as a full-out story, or just continue with the grey's references and stuff. so, if chapters don't click with one another, i'll let you know. yeah!
disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or Grey's Anatomy.
Hinata approached her destination, apprehension filling her with every step. As she drew closer, she spotted Ino's blonde head headed in the same direction, and quickly caught up to her.
"Ino!" she called.
"Did you get the message, too?" inquired the blonde-haired girl of her Hyuuga friend. Hinata nodded, pearl eyes reflecting worry.
They were referring to a text message from Sakura:
BOYS ARE STUPID. REALLY REALLY STUPID. TENTEN AND I DO NOT LIKE THEM. SO WE ARE DRINKING. LOTS AND LOTS OF DRINKING. OKTHANKSBYE.
As soon as she had received that, Hinata had quickly left Naruto's apartment with a few apologies, and headed over to Sakura and Tenten's house. Ino, who had been out on a date with some unknown man, had quickly ditched him (he'd been boring anyway) and rushed to her best friend's home.
"It's not good," she said, shaking her head.
"Agreed," Ino muttered. "This is bad."
"Code red."
"Like, Level 1 Security."
The two friends sighed, exchanging resigned looks, and headed through Sakura and Tenten's yard. The two friends had moved in together a couple of months ago. Hinata and Ino climbed the steps to the porch, and knocked, before stepping inside.
"Do you hear anything…?" Hinata asked of Ino.
"Not a sound," replied the Yamanaka, nervously. "Check with your Byakugan, make sure they made it back here."
Hinata nodded in agreement, and quickly activated her Clan's eye technique. She scanned through the walls of Sakura and Tenten's house, looking for the pink-haired girl, and Tenten, who was supposed to be with her.
"Not in the kitchen…or the living room…or their bedrooms—,"
"Must be—,"
"Bathroom," the two concluded together, sighing.
Together, they headed upstairs to Sakura's bathroom. Ino had always liked her best friend's bathroom, it was wide and spacious, with a comfortably-sized bathtub and shower. The toilet and sink were spread enough apart where they could all fit in their together when getting ready for a night out.
At the moment, it was a mess.
"Oh my," Hinata murmured, swinging open the door.
Sakura was sprawled on the floor before the toilet, two empty bottles of tequila in the sink. Her pink hair was a terrible mess, her clothes were rumpled, and she smelled solely of alcohol.
"Oh, Sakura," Ino moaned, crouching next to her friend.
"Where's Tenten?" Hinata questioned.
"Right here," moaned a second voice.
Hinata almost laughed at the sight of Tenten, slouched in Sakura's bathtub, still fully dressed, with no water running. She looked utterly ridiculous, and completely trashed. With a sigh, Hinata went to help her.
"You two are so dumb," Ino muttered, helping Sakura into a sitting position.
"It's not us!" Sakura cried, flailing her limbs about. "It's them! Them and their stupid boy…penises. They don't tell you when they have a stupid, evil, annoying, red-haired teammate. They don't say that they're drunk and make mistakes! They don't talk or apologize to you when you run into them at the Hokage's office! NOPE! They just run away!"
"Sakura, I thought we were over the whole Karin thing…" Ino muttered.
"It's not that Neji broke up with me!" Tenten insisted, as Hinata tried to get her out of the tub. "It's how he did it. Like it was a freaking mission assignment! All business—like he's the boss of me!"
"Well, technically, he is the boss of you," Hinata murmured, "being your team's Captain and all…"
"What's worse it that I care!" Tenten moaned, miserably. "I actually care about that stupid, stuck-up, son-of-a-bitch."
"Ugh," Sakura moaned. "I think I'm going to throw up again."
Ino groaned and scooted away as the pink-haired girl's head vanished into the toilet. She reemerged a second later, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Just kidding," she attempted to joke, feebly. "False alarm."
"You're lucky I love your stupid self so much," Ino snapped at her, wetting a washcloth and putting it to her friend's forehead.
"The problem!" Tenten shouted suddenly, flailing her arms about, "is the estrogen!"
"I'm pretty sure it's the tequila," Hinata replied, eyeing the empty bottles.
"And the penises," Sakura added, drunkenly.
"You know how I used to be?" snapped the brunette, falling back into the tub. "I used to be all-freaking-kunoichi. Kicking ass, and taking names. Being awesome. And then he goes and makes me fall in love with him—,"
"Oh God, Tenten, you are so drunk, it's ridiculous..." Ino muttered, face-palming.
"And now!" Tenten moaned. "Now I can't stop thinking about him, and his stupid hair and face—ugh, he ruined me! I'm ruined!"
"Tenten-chan, you're not ruined…" Hinata tried to argue, but the Weapons Mistress overrode her.
"Stupid Neji! He turned me into this…this stupid girl, who falls in love! And stuff! Who cares? Damn estrogen."
Sakura blinked up at Ino, as if she had just realized she was there.
"The penises, Ino," she said, poking her friend in the face. "The penises."
"The estrogen, Hinata!" Tenten informed her dark-haired friend.
"You two," Ino replied, "are drunk. And stupid."
"And in love," added Hinata, softly.
"Unfortunately," Sakura spat.
Tenten groaned, and slide further down the side of the bathtub.
"Well, now that you're sober," Ino said, brightly, "do you want to tell us what happened?"
Tenten and Sakura grumbled in response. They both looked like the personification of hangovers, Sakura with her mussed hair and Tenten's mile-long bags beneath her eyes. Dressed in old sweatshirts and tattered sweatpants, the pair looked dead on their feet. Hinata took pity on her two friends, and shoveled more spaghetti—the miracle cure for hangovers—into their plates.
"You two don't know about the Sasuke thing?" Sakura questioned.
"What Sasuke thing?" Ino asked.
"The Sasuke thing," Tenten elaborated, oh-so-helpfully.
"There's many 'Sasuke things,' Tenten," Hinata replied.
"Oh, I forgot," Sakura said, in a tone that suggested she'd just realized something. "You two have been on a mission for the last few weeks. How did that go, by the way? Was it hard? Did you—?"
"Sakura," Ino interrupted, threateningly.
Beneath her best friend's icy blue stare, Sakura deflated.
"Um…Sasuke and I…we slept together," she muttered. Before Ino and Hinata could explode, she kept talking. "I swear, we were both drunk! I thought was over him! But there was so much alcohol and Shikamaru was supposed to keep an eye on me, but then he was gone, and Sasuke was just there. And he was being all Sasuke-like and I just…ugh."
Hinata patted her friend's hand sympathetically, before Ino poked her shoulder.
"What happened next?" she demanded.
"He left," Sakura replied, quietly. "The next morning he got up, and he left. No goodbye, no note, no explanation. No nothing. I woke up. He was gone. And that's that. I don't care."
"Right," Tenten replied, scathingly. "Because 'not-caring' takes the form of two empty tequila bottles."
"Shut up," Sakura snapped back.
"Well, what happened with you, Tenten?" Hinata questioned.
The brunette quickly shoveled more food into her mouth and almost choked. Rolling her eyes at Tenten's evasive way of dealing with feelings, Ino pounded her on the back until she could speak again.
"Neji and I broke up," she said, after a moment. "He just, ya know…ended it. Decided it wasn't worth it, or something. I don't really know, I left before he could explain."
"What a way to deal with things," Sakura commented, with a teasing smile on her face. Hinata giggled into her palm, as Ino shook her head.
Tenten flashed them a grin, and dug back into her spaghetti. Sakura joined her in consuming Hinata's deliciousness, as Ino and the Hyuuga girl shared a glance and a shake of the head.
"Estrogen, tequila, and penises," Ino commented, airily, "not the best combination, eh?"
I think I'm kind of obsessed...but it all fits JUST SO PERFECTLY.