notables yay chapter 4 is here!
sorry my updating is so sporadic and spread about between several months.
I should really try harder to manage my workload and update in a timely manner... but I probably won't.
mhmm, I know, I'm a terrible person.
but that's okay, because I've accepted that.

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"... Sasuke..."

"... Hey, Sasuke..."

"... Oi, wake the fuck up..."

Blearily, onyx eyes emerged from the cocoon of their eyelids. The world above was an uncomfortable blur of light and sound, that only a steady partier could recognize as the demi-reality, which only occurred after a night of heavy partying, drinking, recreational drug-using, or all of the above. Nothing made sense for a few seconds; up was down, down was up, and somewhere in there was the indication that the body needs to pee.

Sasuke blinked, and tried to focus his senses. Slowly, everything came back to him–the broken ceiling fan that only worked for 20 minutes at a time, the strange sensation of shag upholstery against his bare skin, and yellow. Groaning, Sasuke moved the pillow cradling his head over his face, fully intent on going back to sleep and ignoring the blinding idiot in front of him.

"Hn."

"Finally awake, are we?" Naruto questioned, as he sat on the arm of his orange shag couch. Pulling the cushion away from his face, Sasuke looked up at his closest friend. "Just a word to the wise, but the next time you decide to bring a girl to my apartment, fuck her senseless, then let her leave while you crash on my couch... make sure she brings her panties with her," he reminded with faux kindness, as dropped the said underwear on the Uchiha's face and immediately sprung out of strangling distance.

Sasuke ripped the unmentionables off his face and sat up, with full murdering intent before looking down at lacy cyan g-string in confusion. "Wait, what?"

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They stumbled up the stairs of the apartment building, the girl in his arms giggling drunkenly. He hovered over her dominantly, holding her by the waist and pressing impatient kisses on her lips and jaw, as they staggered intoxicated down the balcony hallway. Ramming her up against the proper door, Sasuke produced key from his pocket. As he unlocked the front entry and entered, the girl hung on him shamelessly, sucking his collarbone while her other hand began to work the button of his jeans.

"Please," the girl begged, throwing herself against his hard chest. Reaching his hand around, Sasuke grabbed her ass with a rough jerk and hitched her up, making her groan. With haste, she pulled off his shirt and then her own, leaving herself only visibly clad in a mini skirt and bra. Skillfully, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled down his pants in one instance, momentarily surprising the Uchiha.

Stepping out of his jeans, he kicked them off to the side and worked the girl out of her panties. It only took a second for her to untangle her legs from around him and allow them to be slipped off her legs and thrown into the darkness. The girl readjusted herself around him and reached into her bra, producing a small plastic-wrapped square.

"Condom?"

He nodded and watched as she pulled down the elastic of his boxers and slipped it on him. As she did that, he reached behind her and with a quick snap of his finger against the clasp, unhooked her bra. Sasuke pressed her against the closed door, realizing that they weren't going to make it to the bed, or even the couch at this point and–

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"–you stole my keys, so I ended having to spend the night at Fuzzy Eyebrows' place," Naruto continued his explanation for last night, which he had apparently been doing for the past five minutes. He looked at Sasuke. "You don't remember, do yo–"

"I remember... trust me, I remember," he assured the blonde, running a hand through his unruly hair.

"Well anyway, since I'm such an AMAZING friend..." The Uchiha snorted. "I'm going to allow you, the pleasure of going grocery shopping for me!"

Sasuke snorted again. "And why would I do that?"

"Because, I let you use my apartment as a sexpad and I had to spend the night Caterpillar Brows' house, thanks to you, and–"

"Fine, point taken." He stood, letting the blanket fall. "I need to take a piss."

"AHH, you're fucking naked!"

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"Attention all Shop Tite customers…this week we're having record-breaking sales on POPTARTS!–get your box today."

A voice crackled loudly over the store's loudspeaker, before being replaced by some 80's rock ballad. Although it was 11 AM, the tiny supermarket already seemed to be pushing its maximum capacity. Small children whining for their favorite cereal were crammed into narrow isles with their short-tempered parents and the elderly, flustered by all the commotion. Only a select few were unperturbed in the chaos; the three walk of shamers in aisle 7 grabbing a couple of energy drinks for the long day ahead, two stoners looking to buy fruit rollup boxes by the arm-full, and the underpaid–and most likely, underfucked–employees.

But Uchiha Sasuke was not one of these people.

"Who the fuck likes poptarts anyway?" he mumbled grumpily to himself, as he avoided a near collision with a manic 7-year old.

Coupled with a tremendous headache and an empty stomach, he shouldered past a particularly gangly-looking shelf-stocker with an irritated growl. Waking up this morning, strewn across Naruto's ugly outdated orange couch, with a parched mouth and yesterday's clothes–which he was still currently wearing–hungrier than Chouji on a hunger strike, was not his ideal wake-up call. Fucking Mangekyou. Fucking booze.

And of course, being the idiot he was, the blonde didn't have an ounce of food anywhere in his godforsaken apartment. So Sasuke had "volunteered" himself to go grocery shopping while Naruto went back to sleep, figuring that once he woke up he'd be bitching about the lack of food in his residence again, and shopping without the blonde was better than shopping with him.

With an evident grimace, Sasuke picked up five packs of each flavor of ramen and threw them carelessly into the fading red shopping basket hanging from his arm. Gradually, he heard familiar voices and he prayed–like God would even listen to a sinful bastard like himself, he mused–that they would pass the aisle he was in with no notice.

No such luck, he could hear Inuzuka's obnoxious voice before his ugly ass turned the corner. A grin found its way to dog-boy's lips as he caught sight of the brooding teen. "Heeey Uchiha!"

"Hn."

His nosy gaze slid from his face to what was in his basket, and Kiba's grin slipped into a smirk. "Shopping for you and your boyfriend, I see?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Now now, don't get testy," he chided, holding up his arms in mock surrender, before a familiar head of bubblegum hair came around the corner and situated itself underneath one of the arms. Sakura handed him a box of poptarts, while she held on to some brownie mix. Noticing his eyes on her, she looked up at him through her eyelashes with a playful smirk before looking away.

Sasuke cursed mentally, she had only met him twice and already she knew how to fuck with his hormones in all the right ways.

"–yeah, so you going to Ino's party?" Kiba's mundane rambling finally ended in the form of a question.

He shrugged. "I was invited."

"Alright, well I'm going to go pay for these," Sakura announced suddenly, stealing the poptarts back and making her way up from to the registers. Slowly, Sasuke's gaze subconsciously wandered to the petite woman's backside as she departed, before a deep chuckle roused him from his unknown fantasies.

"I see you watching her ass, Uchiha." Kiba chuckled, narrowing his eyes in an informative manner. "But I'm warning you... I've been her best friend longer than you've been fucking girls, and I've seen that look before on lots of other gu–"

"You don't need to look out for me, Inuzuka." He gave him a look. "Besides, I barely even know her."

"Whatever dude. I'm just saying that once she's in your mind, there's no getting her out." Sasuke raised an eyebrow. It was kind of a cryptic message, so unlike the dog-boy's usual nature. But then he just shrugged and said, "Alright then Uchiha, see you around," and walked away.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and checked his phone.

"Douche bag."

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"So... why are we here again?" Kiba asked.

He looked up at the towering apartment building in front of him. It loomed, almost appearing to sway slightly in the nonexistent breeze, its weathered brick covered in muddled graffiti. The sound of barking dogs and police sirens littered the background noise, standing out against the hum of cars in motion. Sakura stood on the doorstep of the edifice, trailing her finger down a list of names before stopping and pressing the worn white button next to it.

She turned fully to him, leaning against the electronically locked door. "Because Shino owes me, and Shika's on lock dow–"

"Yeah?" A static voice ground out through the outdated intercom.

Sakura pressed and held the button. "Open up, it's me."

A few seconds passed and a nasally sort of buzzer sounded, unlocking the electronic door. They entered the unkempt lobby of sorts, the dirty black and white tiles dotted with trash and other unsanitary things. Kiba kicked some fast-food wrappers out of his way and looked around the place with disgusted sneer, taking in the unusual stench of the vicinity. Little clicks of the keypad resounded as Sakura finished her text message with a snap of her phone. As she looked up, she gave the place a quick once over, her eyes landing on the shoddy elevator near the entrance.

"Let's take the stairs."

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"Are... we there... yet?"

Sakura glanced over at the huffing Kiba as they rounded the third floor. They ascended the dark wooden staircase silently, the only noise being her companion's ragged breath and the individual din coming from the apartments above and below. Though she was also tired of climbing–probably not as much as he was–she refused to touch anything on the grimy stairwell to aid her.

"Almost."

"... Fantastic." Kiba breathed out, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Goddamn it, I'm so out of shape."

Their venture leveled out as they made it to the fourth floor. From there they strolled, their steps quieted by the stained faded green carpet underneath their sneakers. Obscenities leaked from underneath doorways as they passed, slightly covered by TV sitcom laugh tracks turned up too high. They stopped in front of a door, the gold mildly varnished numbers 426 looking back at them. Music pounded from behind the door, so naturally Kiba locked twice as loud.

The music became noticeably quieter, as a plethora of locks could be heard being undone before the door was swung open and they were ushered inside quickly. They waited, standing on the ugly diarrhea brown carpet of the living room while their host secured the locks and turned with a small lazy, crawling smile.

"So... what can I do for you?" He paused, and–Sakura assumed–looked for a third member of their party through his dark sun glasses. "Hm, I was expecting Shikamaru."

"I told you, I'm doing a favor for him since something came up kind of suddenly." Sakura barely contained a roll of her eyes at the guy's antics, as he sipped at his china tea cup. "You know why I'm here, Shino."

"Yeah, yeah." Then, "What came up?"

"He and Ino got caught doin' the dirty." Kiba piped in with a feral grin.

"Oh?" He led them into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as they sat at the kitchen table. Setting his cup down to refill, he also pulled out about a half ounce bag of weed from his sweatshirt pocket and placed it on the countertop. Grabbing an electronic scale from the top of the refrigerator, he set it next to the bag and went for two tea cups from the cupboards. Filling the cups, he placed them in front of the two. "This going to take a few minutes, so I'd thought you'd like some tea to pass the time," he said in his usual soft spoken self.

"Thanks man." Kiba grinned, taking a big gulp. He took a look at the devil's lettuce. "Shit, you always carry that much on you Aburame?"

"Only in my own abode, Kiba," he mumbled, measuring out the proper amount. "I'm proud to say I grown my own strains, right here."

Sakura swished the tea around in her cup, slightly wary of its contents. "What's in this?" She watched as his the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

A full-fledged grin found its way to his lips, as he placed a white bag in front of her that read 'Thank You Come Again' in big red letters. "Shrooms," he explained, still grinning cheekily. "Makes it set in faster."

"Great." Sakura stood, looping the bag around her arm, clearly not pleased. Now, she was going to have to take care of Kiba, and make sure he didn't get into every little thing on the way home. He was already a pain in the ass, best friend or not. "C'mon Kiba, let's go."

Blinking once, he slowly turned his head toward her, gradually taking in the information. Sakura swore, the drug had already taken affect–his pupils were already beginning to become to the size of dinner plates. He took a long look at her, processing the information and nodded, standing. Walking past Shino, he patted his shoulder. "Thanks again, Aburame."

At the door, Sakura held out her hand. When Kiba finally noticed it, he gave confused look, which she responded to with her own pointed look. "All you're going to want to do is explore and knowing you, I'm going to take my eyes off of you for five seconds, and you're going to be in the middle of the street or something. And I don't have that time to chase you all around the city, so take my hand so we can go."

Reluctantly, Kiba took her hand in his. Then slowly, his face transformed into one of fascination. He stroked her hand, feeling the texture and eventually bringing his face to her hand, rubbing it against his cheek. "Sakura... you're hand is so soft. Why's it so soft, and small? I never noticed it before..." he inquired, as the rosette brought their hands back down to normal level.

Sakura sighed like an exasperated mother, and side glanced at Shino before leaving. "Thanks." She smiled tightly and shut the door, somewhat dragging Kiba behind her. Once they were out, she had to use every ounce of calmness she had not bust his head open when he wanted to stop and examine ever design and pattern on the walls, ceilings, and floors.

As they emerged, the sun shone high in the early afternoon, illuminating everything from the autumn trees to the cracked asphalt. And Kiba didn't not take notice. Sakura thanked her stars that she had taken his hand when she did, because they would've been standing at the same stop sign for at least twenty minutes.

"Hey Sakura..." Kiba mumbled thoughfully, as they walked down the sidewalk, swaying their arms hand-in-hand.

"Hm?"

"...."

"Yes Kiba?"

"... Have you ever noticed how green your eyes are, or that your hair's so pink?"

"Kiba?"

"Yeeeah?"

"Please, shut the fuck up."

sorry the ending's really random.
but everything will make sense... eventually.
for the record this is SASUSAKU, so anything between kiba and sakura is purely the fact of them being best friends.
and for everyone not in the know;
marijuana is grown in different strains, that's why there's several different names for it.
ex. purple haze, og kush, sour diesel, etc.
shrooms do make you want to explore places and examine things.
so yup :) there's chaper 4 for you, hope you liked it.

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