a/n: won't come as a surprise, but this isn't the last chapter. it kept going on forever, so, huzzah, we get one more chapter. thanks to the folks who sent me a starbuck's card or a kofi recently. very helpful for me. thank you.

Dedicated to netamashii whose fantastic art has brought them to life many times over since summer.

I think too much, and I hate it
I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring
Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence
"Silence" ~ Marshmello ft. Khalid

"And here I thought you'd dumped me for your old childhood friend," Sai said over the phone as Naruto stirred his cup of hot cocoa.

"He's been here a few days is all, of course m'gonna spend some time with him, but how could I ever forget about you?" Naruto smiled slightly, having attempted to block out most of the events of the other night at the police station and after Itachi dropped him off.

"Do you need a DD or something?"

"Jesus, Sai, would you stop bein' a drama queen and say you'll go?"

"...Aren't you worried Sasuke will be there?"

Naruto thread his thumb through the mug handle, rubbing over it anxiously. "I dunno. Rin said he was gonna be doin' somethin' else, but even if he shows up, who cares, right?"

"You do," Sai mumbled, but Naruto ignored it.

"Are you in or out, or is that a silly question?" He sipped at his drink, not really savoring the taste of the chocolate.

"Is taking a stab at my sexuality how you think you'll get me to go with you guys?"

Naruto thought he detected irritation in Sai's voice, so he decided to back off. "...Sorry. I was only kiddin'. I'd like you to go, that's why I asked, but if you've got other plans, it's cool."

"What time are you going?" Sai asked.

Naruto gave an unconscious glance at the clock on the microwave. "Seven to grab somethin' to eat, over there by 9? We'll come and get you."

"I can meet you there. It's out of your way."

"Alright... Is… everything okay?"

"I know what you told me about the other night, and I hate to tell you this, Naruto, but—"

"What?" He asked, brow wrinkling.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm on Sasuke's side."

The other teen hung up, leaving Naruto with his mouth hanging open.

"Tch." He set his phone on the counter and, without having finished his drink, threw the rest of the contents into the sink.

Naruto could still hear the shower going and, not having anything else to do with his own irritation, walked down the hallway to his bedroom, pulling up the waistband of his pajama pants on the way. There were clothes scattered all over the floor. Gaara hated the clutter, so he'd been sleeping on the couch, even though Naruto had offered his dad's bed. It's not as if he didn't know he'd fucked up, but he'd only felt bad about inconveniencing Itachi. Disappointing the older man didn't feel great either; it's just that protecting Gaara… he'd do it all over again if he had the chance. Sasuke, he knew, while some of that might've been genuine concern—Sasuke was cold, but he wasn't completely soulless—a lot of it seemed to be a case of misplaced anger. Naruto wanted to punch him in the face for being so oblivious and stubborn. That was saying a lot given those were qualities people frequently used to describe himself.

For the time being, he'd decided to push it to the side and ignore it. He wasn't in a place where he wanted to second guess the things Sasuke told him that day. Even if Sasuke really did feel the same, it didn't excuse his behavior, those things he'd said, or the the whole month he'd spent ignoring him. So, what? He got worried when he thought Naruto had been hurt? Yeah, well. If Naruto had learned anything from having lost his mom, it would be to fucking appreciate the people in your life while they were alive. Eventually there would be a day Sasuke would understand this concept. Until then, Naruto could only, surprisingly, see him as immature. Wasn't it just little kids who lashed out at the person they liked because they were too afraid to say how they really felt? Did Sasuke truly think it had been easy to tell him his feelings?

Holy shit; that night he'd nearly had a heart attack trying to work up the courage to confess!

There might've been a small part of him (a very sadistic part) that didn't mind the idea of running into Sasuke tonight because there's a lot he could say. They definitely would've gotten into it if Gaara and Itachi hadn't interfered. Not that he wanted to cause drama for Rin, but, in that moment, the thought of fighting Sasuke for real… excited him. Maybe it was that stupidly pretty face or those damn dark eyes of his that could stop his train of thought with one look.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Naruto stared at the photos of friends pinned above his dresser. There were some of Sasuke. He got up and went over to look. Taking the pin out of one, Naruto held it close to his face. It was Sasuke at one of his gigs, playing his black and white Fender, hair sticking with sweat to his forehead and cheeks. Despite how hurt he continued to feel, it didn't stop his chest from swelling with pride. Sasuke's potential was just so…

It had him in awe. It always had.

In his heart, he knew Sasuke would be successful at whatever he did in life. So, there was definitely a feeling of being left behind after getting rejected so horribly. Sasuke didn't need him around in order to become successful. It felt like he'd be fine whether Naruto was at his side or not, whether as friends or… otherwise. Whereas, for Naruto… he felt more himself while at Sasuke's side. He felt… understood. Even if they were both so very different.

"Naruto?"

Naruto nearly dropped the photo he'd been holding when he saw Gaara, towel around his waist, standing in the doorway.

"Uh…" He grinned, put the photo back, and scratched behind his head.

Gaara raised an eyebrow. "Is that friend of yours going tonight?"

"I think so. He was kinda pissed at me, I think? ...Heh."

"Why are you laughing?" Gaara took a step into the room, though he did give a wary glance at the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Nervous, I guess."

"Why? Because you think he and Sasuke had a point?"

Naruto rolled his eyes, turning his back on his friend to glance at his dark laptop screen. He could see Gaara in the reflection, looking somewhat disapproving.

"Are you gonna ride my ass, too?" He asked, voice considerably colder than seconds earlier.

"If you feel bad about it," said Gaara. "Apologize. Him not apologizing to you doesn't have anything to do with it. As long as I've known you, you've always done the right thing. As annoying as it's been sometimes."

Naruto looked at him over his shoulder. "I'm annoying, eh?" He gave an empty laugh while tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. "I get that a lot. Must be true, huh? To have so many people say it?"

"It's too early in the night for you to already be feeling sorry for yourself," said Gaara, and, coming up behind him, slapped Naruto hard on the back.

"Ow, what the hell?" Naruto rounded on him, grabbing his friend's arms until they were playfighting out into the hallway.

"Watch the towel, Uzumaki," Gaara growled. "Your boyfriend might get jealous."

"Oh. Aren't you the one who's jealous?" Naruto taunted, trying to trip him up.

"Hardly. I already know you hope he shows up tonight."

"Shut up, you don't know what you're talkin' about!" Naruto finally got him pinned face-first into the wall, one arm behind his back. "Take that. At least Sasuke would've put up more of a fight."

"Yeah, since that's how the two of you seem to get off."

"Tch." Naruto pushed him away. He wasn't wrong, but no need to say it out loud. "Who cares whether he's there or not? Sasuke can be a bit of a pussy, so he probably won't even have the balls to show up. If he does show up, what can I say, I might feel some respect for him again."

"I wonder," said Gaara, using the towel around his neck to dry his hair, "If you see him tonight, will you end up trying to punch him… or kiss him? Because it looked to me both of you were about to go at it on the sidewalk. Right in front of us unfortunate bystanders."

"If by 'go at it' you mean we were gonna fight, then sure. It's been building for a while now." Naruto, spinning on his heels, leaned against the wall.

"Either way, it's clear you need closure, and Sasuke, well, I think what he needs only you can give him." Gaara gave him a long look, but Naruto didn't immediately understand.

"Meaning what?" He asked.

"Seriously?" Gaara walked by him, into the bathroom. "You really are as dumb as you look."

Naruto followed, calling his name until, eventually, Gaara slammed the door in his face when he wouldn't get out of the doorway. For a minute, he knocked on the door, wanting to annoy his friend further, but then he was left to wonder what Gaara meant. Something Sasuke needed that only he could give him? While Naruto was leaning with his back to the door, it suddenly opened, and he nearly fell as he slipped on the wet tiles. Gaara caught him by the elbow.

"A good fucking," Gaara answered. "That's what Sasuke needs. For you. To fuck his brains out. It's what he's waiting for whether he'll admit to it or not. It's obvious he's into you, Naruto. Only you two know the reason, or maybe only him, or maybe he doesn't even know. Even I can tell. His brother can tell, and I'm surprised other people at your school can't tell, but it figures you might hang with a bunch of dumbasses. Sasuke loves you. Both of you need to grow up, fuck, and then move on with your lives."

After that, while Naruto stood with his mouth hanging open (for a second time), Gaara pushed him out of the room and slammed the door in his face again.

"Well… shit."

He blinked at the door, wanting to knock on it, but then let his hand drop to his side.

"Okay, then," Naruto muttered. "Good talk."

"I was surprised to get a call from you. And why the fuck are we here? This place makes me feel so suburban," Yagura complained dramatically.

Sasuke, wearing a tight frown, pushed some shirts aside on the circular rack. "Has anyone ever told you that you bitch an awful lot for a grown man?"

"I'm flattered you consider me a grown man," Yagura returned breezily, sending him a wink when Sasuke looked up from a short-sleeve shirt he'd been eyeing.

The older teen took it off the rack and held it to Sasuke's torso.

"It'd look good on you." Yagura nodded approvingly. "But," he raised his eyes. "Who are you tryin' to impress exactly? Not me. So, someone else? Expectin' to run into anyone tonight?"

"Not unless you're inviting a lot of people to your apartment." He grabbed the shirt from Yagura and wandered over to a turnstile with men's bracelets and watches.

Yagura followed. Sasuke knew what the singer was trying to get at, but he had no intention of going to Rin's party. He'd been forewarned by her already that Naruto planned on stopping by and would be bringing Gaara and another friend (Sasuke assumed it to be Sai, but maybe he'd picked up an additional hoodlum friend from the other night at the bar).

Hell, maybe he'd found a new friend while incarcerated at the station. Wouldn't that be lovely.

"Sasuke!"

"What?" He snapped, turning to look over his shoulder at the other teen.

Yagura clucked his tongue. "You fuckin' asswipe."

"What?"

"I was talkin' to you—" The young man's eyes narrowed. "Nevermind. Watchin' you self-destruct tonight will be a lotta fun, so go on and continue your girly little shoppin' spree. I'm gonna go to Starbuck's and order some goddamn coffee if you're gonna be a fuckin' bitch."

Sasuke had already stopped listening and didn't bother to send him off with so much as a glare. He picked up a brown leather band he liked and fastened it around his wrist. It looked more like something Naruto would wear than Sasuke's style.

"Sir," an upbeat young woman said from behind him, her bright look darkening when he looked up. He must've been glaring, but that's what nosy salespeople get for bothering customers while they were browsing. Did it look like he was approachable right now? It wasn't his fault if she couldn't read the fucking mood and was an oblivious idiot. How did people like this live that long? Still, she persisted after clearing her throat and plastering on that phony smile again.

"Can I help you with anything? Just so you know colognes are fifty per-"

In the middle of her sales pitch, Sasuke turned away. When he passed by the clothing display where he'd picked up the shirt, he jammed it back on the rack and walked out of the store.

"Gaara, this is Sai, Sai this is Gaara."

The three teenagers were standing near the coat rack. The restaurant was already abuzz with patrons. Luckily there'd been a cancellation at the last minute, so Naruto'd been able to make reservations. He knew it would be busy, but not being a fancy place, he thought it would be less crowded. That was fine, he was in the mood to be around lively people. With Gaara and Sai constantly sizing each other up tonight, it wasn't as if they were all starting off on the right foot.

Naruto hadn't even had a drink yet, but now he was in dire need of one. He supposed calling Itachi to come and order wine for him might not be the brightest idea.

Eventually Gaara held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you."

Sai, visibly loosening up, took hold of the redhead's hand and shook it.

After that, they seemed fine enough as Gaara, having at least some social skills, asked Sai a few questions about himself and, Sai, loving to talk about himself, easily took the bait. Not that Sai was especially superficial or self-absorbed, it was more that it took him longer than the average person to become interested in another person's existence. At least enough to ask them personal questions. Although, with him, Sai had warmed up fairly quickly. Naruto smiled at Gaara's making an effort to socialize. It wasn't his forte either, but he was likely doing it to make Naruto happy. Then again, Gaara was a person who did his own thing for his own reasons, and Naruto liked that about him. In fact, he liked to surround himself with people who enjoyed being their own person. If that made sense. However, in the back of his mind he heard Sasuke's voice saying: That doesn't seem to be the case with the girlfriend's you choose.

It was true Naruto dated cheerleaders. He liked upbeat girls, or even girls who were a little more wild. Dating in high school—as they'd talked about the first week they'd met—wasn't something Naruto took seriously. It was dating. It was normal for teens to do. He doubted Sasuke would even like the act of dating since he'd be certain to think of it as forced socialization or caving to some archaic patriarchal institution or whatever he'd once said about it. Naruto agreed to some extent, but he considered it more like a right of passage. He didn't think you had to be in love with someone to date them. You just had to be able to get along, have fun, and have a few things in common so that the conversation flowed easily. He did notice he got bored easily. Putting the romantic interest he learned he had in Sasuke aside—even as friends there was something electric about being in his company.

For as long as they'd known each other, Sasuke thrilled him, challenged him, kept him on his toes, and made Naruto feel so… what was the word?

Exhilarated…

He heard it in his own voice, echoed from another time. When things weren't so busted and broken between the two of them. Now though, their relationship was full of unnecessary drama. While it excited him, it also made him feel as though he was gradually drifting away from Sasuke and what they had. He wondered if this was him moving on, but then he thought of the way Sasuke looked at him the other night. Naruto knew that Sasuke wanted to kiss him. He'd seen that look a million times and felt that spark of electricity whenever their bodies were close.

"Naruto."

Naruto glanced up from his menu. "Huh?"

"Sai was asking you what you wanted," Gaara followed up for Sai. "You spaced out."

"Did I?" He forced a chuckle. "Guess there are too many choices. Must've scrambled my brain. Surprised there wasn't smoke comin' out of it while I was sittin' here."

Because he could tell by their faces that neither believed him, Naruto immediately returned to staring at the menu. He knew Sai knew that he always got the same thing, but he didn't want to talk about Sasuke tonight. He didn't want them to think he was thinking about Sasuke.

Because he wasn't. Or, well. He wasn't going to from now on. They were going to have a nice meal, maybe go to Sai's for some pre-partying drinks, and then to Rin's for more drinks.

The thought of hanging out with Rin perked him up. She was upbeat and cool. They'd spoken earlier on the phone since he wanted to confirm that he was bringing two guests. He hadn't asked, but she'd told him she hadn't yet heard if Sasuke would be stopping by the party.

"Guess I'll get the—"

"Classic," Sai finished for him before clapping the menu shut. "I'll share it with you."

"Heh." Naruto smiled at him. "Thought you'd scold me for orderin' the same thing."

"I have better things I could be scolding you for," Sai replied, but he at least offered him a grin.

"Gaara, you want in on this?" Naruto turned to him, but Gaara appeared deep in thought. "What's up with you?"

"Hm?" Slowly, the other teen raised his eyes.

"Too many choices for ya?" He asked.

"I was just thinking," Gaara replied without elaborating. "That one sounds fine. It's interesting they have Chicago-style pizza in Seattle."

"I like it. Comforting in a way." He grabbed for his water and sipped, itching to check his phone.

"You've always been sentimental," Gaara murmured, picking up his Dr Pepper.

"I've always thought the same," Sai added.

"Oi, you two are gonna gang up on me all night, aren't you?" Naruto didn't take offense. He knew Sai would warm up to him as the night went on (and also more toward Gaara, too).

"Someone has to keep you in check." Sai threw a balled up straw wrapper at him.

"What's with people throwin' shit at me lately?" Naruto asked.

"What?" Sai smirked. "You mean shade?"

Rolling his eyes, Naruto snorted. "See what I put up with?" He asked Gaara.

"You've definitely met some very interesting people here," Gaara answered. "But it does seem like they keep you on your toes. You're unlikely to get bored anytime soon. I'm also interested in meeting this Rin. Everyone in your life seems… very colorful."

"Is that a stab at Sai's sexuality?" Naruto leaned into the boy, nudging him with an elbow.

"Only if he's also implying Sasuke is gay," Sai stated casually, and yet Naruto lost control of his neutral expression for a fraction of a second.

Sai glanced over.

"Naruto?" He asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost?"

"I do?" Naruto forced a laugh. "Nah. Just hungry. Haven't eaten much all day. Have we, Gaara?"

"I guess." Gaara shrugged.

"Where's the waitress?" Naruto mumbled fidgeting in his seat as he looked around the room for the older woman.

"You seem nervous," Gaara said in a low voice. "Are you going to make it through the night?"

"I'll be fine. Why? Worried about me?" He smiled, thinking it wasn't surprising how easy it was for Gaara to read him right now.

"I think you can handle yourself, but at the same time, I do peg this Sasuke as a fairly unpredictable person. Or, I should say that the two of you, when you come into contact, seem to have a rather strong, unpredictable effect on one another."

"You think?" Naruto, averting his eyes, picked up his glass again and sipped from the straw. Ah. Gaara really was far too perceptive. He couldn't hide anything from him.

"I'll have your back, though. If you're worried."

"I'm not worried," he said under his breath. "You always do."

Then, Naruto turned to Sai, not wanting to exclude him from the conversation since it probably looked as if they were conspiring.

"I was tellin' Gaara how much you think my dancin' sucks. I bet we're gonna be dancin' tonight."

"It's a New Year's party," Sai said flatly, "Not a Halloween party. So, you shouldn't be trying to scare everyone away."

"Har har." Naruto leaned into him. "I've learned a few lessons from you and your friends. I'd say I'm much better than I was 10 months ago."

"I'd need another 10 years to make much of a difference," Sai replied, smiling in full this time.

"Well, teach me a few more tonight then. Or, I'll be your wingman. Should be lots of hot dudes there tonight. I told Rin to introduce us to anyone she thinks is cool."

"We'll see. Are you excited to see Rin again?"

"Uh…" Naruto scratched the back of his head. "I am actually. Haven't seen her since that one night, but I've talked to her. Will be… nice, but I'm also here with you guys, so…"

Sai put up a hand. "I understand. Part of me hopes Sasuke won't turn up tonight, so we can avoid drama, but at the same time it feels weird the two of you still aren't on speaking terms."

"You're gettin' soft on Sasuke, eh?" Naruto asked, reading the other boy's face closely.

"I never thought of him that way. But if you ignore his personality, he's a good looking guy with some not so horrible qualities."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? Somethin' you wanna tell me?"

"I don't know. Anything you want to tell me?"

"What do you mean?"

Sai searched him for a while before replying, "Nothing."

The waitress finally returned, and Naruto was so grateful for her timing that he nearly knocked over his water trying to gather the menus for her. After he ordered their pizza and some breadsticks, they did end up falling into an easy conversation. Gaara was more of a listener, so it was mostly Naruto and Sai doing the talking., though in the back of his mind, Naruto kept experiencing this niggling sensation that Sai had something on his mind but wasn't coming out and saying it. Then again, it was also possible Naruto was simply being paranoid.

Still, he didn't let it bother him because once they made it back to Sai's for drinks later, there'd be much more fun things to talk about like…

Who the hell was Naruto going to kiss when the ball dropped at midnight?

Sasuke had been staring at the same spot on the wall for 10 minutes. With a drink in hand, he closed his eyes as he listened to the music playing in the background. Yagura was haphazardly slamming cabinet doors, and it was almost enough to keep him grounded in the moment. They'd been drinking hard and a lot already. It felt great.

Love only left me alone

But I'm at one with the silence

Eventually Yagura came back into the room, double-fisting two red solo cups, one of which he passed to Sasuke just as he finished his previous vodka-infused Coca-Cola.

"I like this line," said Yagura and sang, "I found peace in your violence."

Sasuke grunted, taking a sip of yet another pungent cocktail.

"What do ya think it means?" Yagura plopped down beside him on the couch, a little too close for Sasuke's comfort, but he wasn't in the mood to expend energy on it.

He wished the singer would stop talking. He talked too damn much. Like Naruto. He'd scanned the blond's social media earlier and knew he was out with Sai and Gaara. It irritated him. How could Naruto not realize that Gaara was a bad influence? Was he trying to rub it in Sasuke's face that he was fine without him because he had so many other friends?

"Makes me think of you," Yagura continued, words slurring together. "Always thought you were a masochist."

"Shut up," Sasuke replied, his voice coming out hoarse.

"You've been pretty pissy today." Yagura flipped his hair behind his shoulder. "I'm used to it by now, but it's even gettin' on my nerves. Thought drinkin' would cool you off, but it seems to have made it worse. Not that it's my problem. Why don't you just go? Stop broodin' like a little bitch, and if he's there—punch him, kiss him, beat the shit out of him. Or just fuckin' ignore him, Sasuke. It's not like you to let people get to you like this. Always thought you were so cool." Yagura scoffed mockingly, shaking his drink in the air. "Now it's like you're on your period 24/7."

Turning his head, Sasuke let loose a glare that would've shriveled the balls off of anyone else, had them scampering away into the closest hole, but with Yagura… the effect on someone so narcissistic and self-centered was nearly lost. Oblivious wasn't the right word. He just didn't give a fuck about people's feelings, which if Sasuke was honest, was an appealing quality.

Yagura, even if people didn't want to hear it or appreciate it, spoke the truth. He didn't do it tactfully, but sometimes neither did Sasuke. At least he knew what he was getting. Unlike Naruto. Being with Naruto was unpredictable. Something that, for him, was both exhilarating and terrifying. He brought those qualities out in Sasuke, too. Emotions, which he'd never had difficulty controlling before he'd moved to Seattle, suddenly felt raw and tumultuous. The other night when they'd been close to fighting, it had sparked that feeling. Made him lose himself, and he hated that. He hated that Naruto could have that effect on him, so much that—deep, deep down—there was a part of him that wished Naruto would disappear. If Naruto did disappear, would this feeling go away? Didn't he want it to? Was Yagura right and Sasuke was afraid to see him tonight? Afraid, though? Really? Him? Sasuke Uchiha?

"You, uh. Kinda got somethin' on your face there," Yagura said suddenly, leaning into his space and excruciatingly close to Sasuke's face. "I think they call it murderous intent."

"You really think I should go?" He murmured.

"Huh? What? To the party?" Yagura scratched the back of his head and then threw his arm around Sasuke's shoulders. "I mean, not really. I think it'll be a bunch of lesbos and other pretentious debutantes from the scene, but… I think it'd be hella entertainin' if you ran into that blond. If you think you can put up with him mackin' on Rin right in front of you."

"I like Rin," he replied, meeting the older teen's gaze. "Naruto is free to do what he wants."

"That's what your mouth says, but those pretty eyes of yours are sayin' somethin' completely different." Laughing, Yagura slapped his thigh. "Ya can't even be honest with yourself, can you? I'm findin' this hilarious as fuck. Yeah, let's go. I think it'll be a blast."

"You don't have to go."

"No, no. I wanna go. We can Uber there. I'm already too far gone to drive us. Ah, wanna bring one of the guitars? In case we have an impromptu jam session?"

"Only if you want," he replied, picking at a string on the knee of his ripped black jeans.

Sasuke glanced up when Yagura covered the naked part of his knee with his hand, flashing him a rather sly look.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke asked.

"If your boy turns you down tonight, I might be willin' to let you pop my gay cherry."

He sneered. "That will never happen."

Yagura shrugged, removing his hand. "Ya never know. Just sayin' I'm willin' to provide that kind of comfort just to make sure your bipolar tendencies of late won't fuck up the band."

"Of all the things you've ever said, that will go down in history as one of the most moronic."

"Sure, babe." Yagura got to his feet and lightly slapped Sasuke's right cheek. "Whatever you say. Talk to me when you realize that boy is over you and tired of your shit."

He walked off, leaving Sasuke alone on the couch. The emotions stirring within him were hard to pinpoint, having been muddled by the alcohol. There was anger, resentment, jealousy… a desire to hurt, but, most of all, there was a desire to see Naruto. To feel that thing that occurred whenever they first made eye contact or were simply in the same room. Would Naruto confront him, or would he play it cool and try to ignore Sasuke? He would bet on the latter. Even without being sober, he knew Naruto well enough that he wouldn't start drama if he could help it. Not at Rin's place, not in front of her. Naruto would consider that rude. Yet, Sasuke knew he was very capable of eliciting a reaction out of Naruto in the same way Naruto did him. He knew how to manipulate that, but as Yagura pointed out, even Sasuke was tired of the mind games.

When he reappeared from his bedroom, Yagura had his acoustic guitar strapped to his back, coat and hat on, and was checking his phone.

"Our Uber'll be here in five, we should head out. Get your coat."

Sasuke stood slowly, wobbling as Yagura snatched the cup from his hand without taking his eyes off the screen. He went to retrieve his coat from the back of one of the chairs and, with sluggish movements, managed to get his arms through the sleeves. When he was ready, he came to a stop at Yagura's side. The older teen's silver hair was slicked back. He wore a gray leather jacket and a hint of black eyeliner that brought out the purple of his color contacts. Being an attention whore, he was always wearing different colored contacts.

Yagura gave him a hard slap to the back. "Snap out of it."

As annoying as the gesture was, it worked. Sasuke roused himself from his thoughts, which felt as though they were turning especially dark. There was anxiety swirling below the surface of all of those other things he'd been sensing earlier. Something would happen tonight, for better or worse. He didn't intend to instigate it. It was more like a premonition. If he didn't go, nothing would change, but if he did go… Sasuke thought he'd get his answers one way or another.

When the three of them arrived at Rin's, the apartment was already crowded. There was loud music and food and drinks set out. There were a fuck ton of guitars around, too. It was obvious most of these people were musicians, almost making him feel like a groupie since neither himself, Gaara, or Sai had any real musical talent. No, scratch that. He'd heard Gaara play the piano once, and Sai had a really good singing voice. Naruto, on the other hand, was tone deaf, though it didn't ever stop him from singing in the car or shower.

Almost on reflex, he gave the crowd a quick scan, inquisitive blue eyes searching out that stylish haircut that belonged solely to Sasuke Uchiha. Not seeing him, Naruto felt himself breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, there was something else. Disappointment? He doubted it. He hadn't expected Sasuke to show up. He didn't like parties, and he certainly knew that Naruto would be here. Considering this past month, he'd bet on Sasuke continuing to avoid him.

Gaara wasn't one for crowds or parties either. He had basically come to humor Naruto. Sai, meanwhile, loved parties and had already wandered off on his own, having seen someone he knew. That left Naruto and Gaara. Naruto took off his coat upon seeing a rack next to one of the brick walls. He took Gaara's, as well, and hung them up with the rest.

"Well, which one's Rin?" Gaara asked, standing next to him.

Gaara had borrowed some of Naruto's clothes for tonight since most of his attire consisted of hoodies and jeans. He looked good in one of Naruto's olive green sweaters and a nicer pair of jeans. Naruto had on one of the new shirts his dad bought him for Christmas (they had fairly similar tastes, with Naruto occasionally wearing his dad's sweaters and button-up shirts). It was a long-sleeve, tighter fitting gray shirt with thin navy blue lines that covered only the front. The blue jeans were new, too, as was the brown belt and beanie he'd been wearing all night.

"Hey there, stranger!"

A smile already in place, Naruto turned just in time to have Rin crash into him. With her own big grin, she gave him a hug and even a kiss on the cheek before turning to greet Gaara.

"Hello," she said brightly, tucking her auburn hair behind an ear. She held out her small hand. "I'm Rin Nohara. You must be Gaara."

"I am," said Gaara, taking hold of her hand and offering a polite smile. "I've heard a lot about you from Naruto. Thanks for the invite. Naruto's been looking forward to it all day."

"Ah, shit, Gaara. Really?" Naruto flushed beet red and scratched at the back of his head, peeling off his beanie and shoving it into his back pocket.

"No?" Rin asked. "You weren't excited to see me again and come to my party?"

Her fake pout really melted his heart. Having been in a down mood most of the evening, her cheerfulness and genuine pleasure at seeing him led Naruto to pick her up again in a bear hug.

Rin gave him a playful kick. "Put me down! I'm older than you!"

Naruto did set her down. She looked as cute and stylish as usual. She had on a short, black cropped jacket, gray tank top that tied above her stomach, a mid-thigh black skirt with zippers on the pockets, patterned tights, and chunky, mid-calf black boots with three silver buckles.

"Only by a couple of years," he remarked, itching to tuck a wayward strand of bang to the side. "By the way, Sai's here, but he already saw someone he knew. Surprisingly, the guy's a social butterfly when it comes to parties."

"Why surprisingly?"

Naruto became distracted by a tiny piece of something that was on her eyebrow and smoothed it off with his thumb. When he realized he'd moved on instinct, he let his arm drop to his side. He laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry, you had a little somethin'." He shrugged and dug his hands into his pockets.

"It's okay." Rin bit her lip. "Well, if you follow me to the kitchen, I'll get you a couple glasses of the good stuff." She gave him a wink. "Not that I'm tryin' to get you drunk or anything."

"Oi, Rin. Tryin' to take advantage of me already? S'okay. We drank some at Sai's."

He and Gaara followed her into the kitchen where she introduced them to several of her friends who'd gathered next to the refrigerator. There were a couple new photos on the fridge, and Naruto checked them out, wincing when he saw one with Sasuke in the background.

Rin noticed him looking. "That's from rehearsal for our show."

"It's okay." He smiled at her to show it was cool. "It's a good picture. I know you were excited to have him play with your band, and Sasuke's a really great musician."

"He is. I still haven't heard that he's stopping by, so... "

"If he does," said Naruto, "We can be civil. I doubt either of us would want to cause a scene at your party. No worries."

"I'm not really worried," she replied, her smile waning. "It still makes me sad. Like I told you. I'd rather the two of you make up. In fact, I was hoping he would come so you two could talk it out. But, from what you told me, I suppose there's still some, you know, resentment."

"That's puttin' it mildly," he said, sighing. This wasn't a subject he wanted to continue. "How's that trip comin' along for spring? Excited to see your family?"

"Uh, yes." She opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of different bottles. "I've got my ticket and all that, and I've been eyeing a new suitcase. What about you?"

"I don't think I'll be goin' to Brazil this spring…"

Rin laughed. "No, I mean any other trips. Since you just went to Chicago. When are you heading back, Gaara?"

"Day after tomorrow," Gaara answered. He'd been busy observing his surroundings, often liking to size up the people around him. It took him time to warm up to new environments.

"Nah. I don't have any upcoming trips in mind, though I'd like to go to Vancouver or Portland soon. Maybe to snowboard. Haven't done it in so long, probably gettin' rusty. Gaara and I used to go to a place in Northern Illinois, but, yeah. Then my mom got sick, so didn't get out much."

Rin nodded, handing both of them their drinks. "I hope you like. Should be strong, but not too sweet. Um, I have to check on a few folks I promised to talk to, but let's bump into each other soon, yeah? Let me know if you need anything. Make yourself at home, and if it gets too crowded and either of you need room to breathe, you can hide in my bedroom."

"Heh. I like parties and meetin' new people," he said. "Gaara, though. Might take you up on your offer. Eh, Gaara?"

Gaara gave him a bland look. "I think I can manage."

Rin laughed, much to Naruto's annoyance.

"Don't encourage him," Naruto told her, though he smiled.

"I can tell he knows you well." Rin touched his arm briefly. "Have fun, okay? I'll check up on you in a little. Your friend's welcome to help himself, too, if you ever find him again. Lots more people showed up than I expected, but it's nice, right? We'll be playing some stuff later."

"Sounds good."

Naruto watched her go, feeling momentarily light as she left the kitchen and headed for the living room. His gaze swept back toward Gaara, who was giving him a look.

"What?" He asked.

Gaara's thin eyebrow was arched. "Nothing."

"Oh, c'mon. You've got somethin' to say. I can tell. You didn't like her?"

"No, I do. She reminds me of you."

"So, what is it?"

The other boy shrugged. "It's nothing."

That irritated him. Gaara wasn't usually one to mince words.

"Alright, well, whatever," he said. "Can we get out of here, though? Startin' to get a little crowded. Maybe we should go and find Sai."

Right after that, the music in the living room increased exponentially in volume, a popular hip-hop song they seemed to always play in the clubs these days. When they walked out into the hallway, several of the lights in the living room had turned off, and there was a hanging strobe light where the stereo was set up (next to a large-screen TV). A lot of people were clearly already tipsy or drunk. A few of the girls were dancing in groups. Naruto smiled. A lot of them were pretty cute. He watched for a while, just enjoying the fact people were having a good time. He hoped some of it would rub off on him and, actually, it was starting to lift his mood.

"What do you think about dancin'?" Naruto asked Gaara, already knowing the answer.

"I think you already know the answer to that."

"Heh. I'd go, but what if Sai's right and I scare everyone away?"

"I don't think you'd care if you did," Gaara replied. "You always do what you want to do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, taking it in a negative context.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way." Gaara's tone also changed. "I meant it's not usually like you to care what other people think. If you want to dance, then dance. Find Rin or Sai."

"Fine. You're right. I should do what I want and stop givin' a fuck what other people think." He sipped at his drink, mouth puckering. God, that was strong. "I deserve to have a good time."

"I never said you didn't."

Naruto glanced at Gaara, unsure why his friend was giving him a hard time.

"What's up with you?" He asked.

"I should ask the same," Gaara replied.

Naruto shook his head. "I'm not in the mood for this, man. If you're gonna be cryptic, I'm just gonna start gettin' pissy."

"You've been pissy on your own lately anyway."

"For Christ's sake, drink your drink." He pushed it toward Gaara, who swatted his hand away.

"Just because you're pissed at Sasuke doesn't mean you should be taking it out on me. Or Sai. Or anyone. If you've got a problem with him, deal with it."

"How exactly am I supposed to do that if he's not here and always avoidin' me?"

Gaara shrugged. "Well, you seem to know everything. You figure it out."

With that, Gaara walked away from him and headed toward a less crowded corner of the large living space while Naruto was left standing there on his own.

He wasn't alone long, however, as almost a minute later, his arm was grabbed and he was dragged toward the dance floor by Sai, who immediately put him into place and started dancing with him. Naruto stood there, staring. He could only manage to blink.

"Don't embarrass me," said Sai. "Also, I'm trying to make that guy over there jealous, so act like you're into me. Don't dance like a straight boy either. Dance like I taught you."

Naruto tried to look and see who Sai was referring to, but when he did, Sai put a hand to his cheek and wouldn't let him.

"Don't look!" Sai scolded. "You're being too obvious."

"Jesus, do we really have to do this?"

Sai raised an eyebrow. "Yes."

"Fine, fine." Naruto let Sai put a hand on his hip and began to dance with him. It wasn't too unusual given they'd gone out to clubs together a lot. To be fair, Sai was a good dancer.

"Good boy," said Sai. "And here I thought you were only obedient when it came to Sasuke."

Naruto stiffened, but Sai gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"I'm kidding. You don't have to think about Sasuke tonight if you don't want."

"Glad I've got your permission," he mumbled.

"What was that?" Sai asked. The music had become even louder.

"Nothing," he said. "Just keep your hands above the waist."

Sai smiled and wrapped his arms around Naruto's neck.

"Of course, dear." Sai grinned. "Whatever you say."

Naruto chuckled, gripping at one side of Sai's slim waist. "You're such a bastard. Y'know that? Aaah, but thanks for makin' me laugh. I was startin' to get uptight."

"I know," said Sai. "I could tell."

"You know me pretty well, huh?"

"I think so. I think Sasuke knows you better."

"I thought you said—"

"That's the last thing I'll say," Sai cut him off. "Now shut up and make that guy over there notice how good my ass looks in these jeans."

"What about my ass?" Naruto asked.

"Your ass always looks good, so shut the fuck up and stop bragging." Sai stuck his nose in the air, actually appearing offended.

Naruto laughed aloud. "My ass is pretty nice, isn't it? Takes a lotta work to look this good."

"At least you're modest."

"That makes one of us," he returned, grinning widely now.

"Touché, Uzumaki," said Sai. "Touché."

Before they entered Rin's apartment complex, he and Yagura found a spot against the wall (away from the entrance) where they could share a cigarette. He didn't want to admit it, but he was feeling anxious. Yagura being quiet made it even worse as usually the older teen had a lot to say about everything. Sasuke would've expected the singer to be mocking him by now.

"Deja vu," he mumbled.

"Hm?" Yagura glanced at him, plucking the cigarette from in between his fingers.

"I feel like I was just doing this with Rin. At her last party."

"So, you're becomin' a smoker now? That's gonna get in the way of your singin' career."

Sasuke looked over at him to find Yagura smirking.

"It was a one-time thing," Sasuke replied flatly. "I did it as a favor to Rin."

Yagura shrugged. "I don't have a problem with it. Like I said. Thought you looked hot."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, starting to feel like Yagura might actually be coming onto him but too preoccupied to do anything about it or really care. He tilted his head against the brick, looked up at the sky for a brief moment, and then shut his eyes.

"He's gotta be in there, y'know," Yagura said.

"Probably."

"Are you stalling?"

"It's… possible."

Yagura chuckled, leading Sasuke to frown.

"I'll make you a deal. Why don't we go in? And if he acts like a dick when he sees you, I'll see if I can help play matchmaker… or we could make him jealous."

Opening his eyes, Sasuke slid his gaze over to him. "What are you playing at?"

"Nothin'." Yagura threw the cigarette on the ground, stamping it out with his boot. "Just think the two of you are entertainin' in your own ways, but I also think he's bein' just as stubborn. Feel like causin' some trouble, I guess. It's New Year's. Might get bored otherwise."

He should've been annoyed. The idea of Yagura instigating something should be absurd. It was immature and childish, yet it was true that the singer had often gotten the right kind of reaction out of Naruto with his antics. Sasuke didn't really want to get Naruto to do anything specific, but since he'd been such a brat lately, it might be amusing to provoke him. Just a little.

"Fine."

He pushed off of the wall and unzipped his coat.

"Does that mean you're cool with the idea of me fuckin' with him?"

"You're your own person," he said. "Do what you want."

"Ah, uh huh. I know what that means."

Sasuke headed for the entrance, holding the door open behind him for Yagura. They went up the stairwell to Rin's floor. It sounded as if other parties were going on as they approached her unit. There was a sign on the door that read they should let themselves in, so he opened it and they were welcomed by booming music, a makeshift dance floor, and a crowd of people overflowing into Rin's huge living space and kitchen. A few candles were lit on some floating shelves, casting a soft orange glow across the parts of the room not reached by the strobe light.

"She really went all out, huh?" Yagura said next to him. "Must be nice havin' rich parents."

He didn't answer because when his eyes swept across the dance floor, he spotted something that bothered him so unexpectedly, he immediately made a beeline for the kitchen.

"Hey, where are you goin'?" Yagura called after him, attempting to follow as Sasuke not so politely pushed his way through a chatting group of women.

Without hesitation, Sasuke picked up one of the red plastic cups on Rin's counter and began pouring a mix of different alcohol into it—everything from vodka to rum to whiskey.

"Wow, you're really bent on self-destruction tonight, huh?" Yagura asked, sliding up next to him. It took all of Sasuke's restraint not to push him off. "Hey, you okay? It feels like you're shakin'."

"I'm fine," he said, and, unfortunately, a musician they both knew came over to say hello.

While Sasuke continued to chug his drink, Yagura carried on an annoying conversation with the other person. It was a drummer from another popular band. Sasuke was surprised Yagura was keeping up the conversation since he thought the two didn't get along. He guessed even Yagura could show some restraint on occasion. Or, maybe they'd reversed roles for the night? Either way, Sasuke didn't especially care. He was still trying to erase the image of Naruto and Sai dancing. Closely. With Naruto's hands on the other teen's waist and Sai's arms around the blond's neck. Did they have to do that in public? Wasn't it embarrassing for them? Did Sai have to come across so… desperate? Wasn't it enough Naruto had already rejected him? Who would keep trying that hard when they knew they had no shot—

A hard slap on his back didn't allow him to finish the thought.

"There ya go. I got rid of him for you," Yagura said, turning around to lean against the counter and looking very pleased with himself.

"I didn't ask you to," he replied.

"Better hope they have room on the liver transplant list if you keep drinkin' like that."

"No one asked you. Mind your own business." Sasuke wiped at his mouth and, having finished his drink, went to make another.

Yagura stopped him before he could grab the cup. "What the hell's gotten into you, Sasuke?"

Sasuke smacked his hand away and continued to concoct a second drink, stronger than the first because that one had already done an amazing job of making his brain go fuzzy.

"You're the one who encouraged me to come," he replied coldly. "Why don't you go run along and play, Yagura. You had all that mischief planned. Just let me drink."

Yagura took hold of his wrist. "Y'know. I've been pretty patient, puttin' up with your adolescent high school drama bullshit. I used to think you were cooler than that, but clearly you're no different than all of the egotistical little punks playin' pretend musician."

"Fuck off." Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "You should talk."

"And just what's that supposed to mean, pretty boy?" Yagura's grip on his wrist tightened, and he pulled Sasuke so close he could smell the cigarette smoke on the singer's breath.

"Maybe if you spent less time trying to get into everyone's pants you might take music more seriously," he snapped back. "You've been sloppier than usual lately. I've put up with you all this time because I thought you had talent. Now that your charm's worn off and your performances have become lacking, I should find a new singer."

"Ah, so the truth comes out," Yagura replied, licking his lips and grinning predatorily. "Is that the real reason you decided to sing at that gig? Think you can take over and do my job? Sorry, kiddo. You might have some talent, but you'll never lead a band. You're far too bossy, too much of a control freak, and far too emotionally immature to handle the pressure."

"Pressure?" Sasuke scoffed. "You rely on everyone to do the work for you. All you do is stagger out on stage, sing a few songs, and then wander off to do coke in the back with your groupies while everyone else clears off the stage and packs everything up."

"Funny." Yagura somehow managed to pull him even closer, to the point their lips could've accidently brushed if someone happened to bump into them right then. "Never heard you complainin' before. Since you got so popular playin' in my band."

Sasuke felt him growing self-conscious of their proximity, though he didn't try to pull away in order to save face. "Your band?"

"It's certainly not yours," Yagura spat. "Though you've grown cocky enough to think so. Think you're so much better than everyone, don't you? I liked that about you. Liked how much of a dick you could be one minute and then suddenly you're some savvy business asshole."

"Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"You would be proud of that. Me? I know I'm an asshole, but you? Sasuke, you always pretend to be so perfect, but look at you. Nicest guy in the world won't even talk to you, goes out of his way to ignore you, and why do you think that is? Because even he's given up on you. So you better take a look at yourself before you start castin' stones, brother."

Yagura gave him a harder than necessary "pat" to his cheek and stormed off, bumping his shoulder on the way out of the kitchen. Sasuke glared at his back. What the fuck did that jerk know anyway? They hung out only when they were playing or when either of them needed to get drunk. Yagura didn't know him at all and hardly had the attention span or observational skills to pick up on anything meaningful or true. He was just pissed off Sasuke'd called him out on his shit. Just like Naruto. He couldn't take any criticism without getting defensive.

"Tch."

Sasuke sipped his drink, licking the strong taste of alcohol from his lips. He kept picturing Sai and Naruto dancing close enough anyone might mistake them for a couple. It irritated and frustrated him. Is this what they got up to when he wasn't around? Did Naruto have to flirt with everyone? To him, it was disgusting to be so openly affectionate toward someone. Great for Sai that he was out, and Naruto could continue pretending he wasn't bothered by what others' thought. Because he was straight and born with that privilege, whereas Sasuke had no choice—

A hand gripped his shoulder, and Sasuke reflexively pushed the person away out of anger when he realized it was Rin.

"What the—"

Seeing that he'd caused her to spill some of her drink on her top, Sasuke immediately felt horrible and extremely guilty for allowing his emotions to get the better of him.

"Rin," he said, not knowing what to do at first.

"It's fine," she said, trying to rub it out with her hand first. "I shouldn't have surprised you like that. I just saw you alone, so I figured I'd say hello."

"Jesus, I'm sorry." He set down his drink. "Can I get you a rag?"

"No, it's fine." She smiled. "I'll go into the bedroom and change real quick. It's no biggie. How about you? Are you okay? I thought someone said you came in with Yagura."

"We did." Feeling awkward, he slipped his hands into his jean pockets.

"If you give me your coat, I can put it in my room?"

"Sure." He smiled apologetically and shrugged out of his jacket, handing it to her.

"I don't suppose you bumped into Naruto already? You knew he was coming?"

"I figured," Sasuke answered. "Yagura convinced me to come."

"Well, I'm glad you did! I wasn't expecting you to come at all, but I'd love to have you play later. Maybe we can have a mini-reunion? Make it up to me for spilling your drink on my shirt?"

"Uh…"

"I'm only kidding," she said. "I'm not used to you being clumsy, Sasuke. You're not uncomfortable are you? Does Naruto know you're here?"

"I doubt it," he said, going with a half-truth. "We headed straight for the kitchen."

Rin nodded. "Ah, okay. I think I saw him dancin' with that friend of his… Sai?"

"Ah."

"Okay. You can come with me to my room if you want?"

"Come with you while you change?" He clarified.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be interested in what you're going to see, but you can always turn around. How was Christmas, by the way? I've only talked to you a little since then."

She grabbed for his arm, looping it with hers, still carrying his jacket.

"You look good, by the way. Very handsome. As usual."

He smirked. "Glad you think so."

Rin giggled. "What about me?"

"Of course you look very beautiful," he said. "I'm sorry I ruined your outfit. I'm sure you put a lot of thought into it. I'll help you out if I can."

"My own personal stylist?" She asked. "How can I say no? By the way… just to, you know, clarify… that friend of Naruto's goes to your school?"

"Yes."

"So… does he know you're gay?"

"No." He shook his head.

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind. Can I ask you a personal question?"

They were making their way through the hallway to her bedroom. There were a few people lining the wall, but most of the guests were out in the living space. The bathroom looked preoccupied, too. Rin opened the door to her bedroom. He'd noticed various new photos taped to the front of her and her bandmates as well as other people he didn't recognize.

Once they were inside her room, Rin hung his jacket in her closet. He approached cautiously, still feeling foolish about earlier. At least she'd shown up at just the right time to de-escalate his foul mood. If she hadn't, he didn't know what he would've done.

"I can just throw on another top," she said.

For a few minutes, she showed him a couple of options, and he ended up suggesting a three-quarter sleeved black crop top that revealed a fair bit of her flat stomach. Her hair, which she'd had up, she let down over her shoulders and applied some more eyeliner.

Sasuke had taken a seat on the edge of her bed.

"You're so quiet," Rin said.

He watched her in the mirror. "A lot on my mind."

"Naruto?"

Sasuke frowned.

"It's to be expected. I think it'd be fine if you ignore him, or if you want to try and be friendly. I don't really know what's going on, but I'd like for the both of you to have a good time."

"You don't have to worry about it," he said quietly, not wanting to reveal he'd actually come with ill intentions, but now that he'd seen Rin, it made him feel even more foolish.

Sasuke wanted to blame Yagura for talking him into it, but found he could only blame himself.

"Of course I'm going to worry," she replied, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "You're both my friends. It'd be nice if you could get along, but I understand why it's awkward."

"Rin," he started to say, but didn't know how to finish the thought and sound sincere. He'd wanted to say if you like Naruto, I shouldn't prevent you two from getting closer.

But he couldn't say it. Because it would've been a lie.

"Hm?" She waited, having put her makeup away in the drawer of her vanity.

"Nothing." He attempted a reassuring smile.

Then, sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. When he looked up again, Rin was standing in front of him. She put a hand on top of his head, patting him gently.

"It'll be okay," she said and smiled at him.

Fuck. It took all of his willpower not to tear up for whatever reason. Probably the alcohol.

"Am I in that bad of shape?" He asked. "Do I look so pitiful?"

Rin's expression changed; she looked worried now. She sat next to him on the bed and draped an arm around his shoulders reassuringly.

"No, no, of course not. I just… sorry, maybe I'm pushing too hard. I guess because I know the two of you, I thought maybe I could be a go-between, but I think that's presumptuous—"

God, did she deserve Naruto more than him. Why was he standing in their way?

"I'm sorry," he said, feeling a tightening in his chest.

He needed to go, to get out of this room and get another drink. Sasuke was too proud to simply leave the party, but he didn't want to think about it anymore. He didn't want to see Naruto and Sai if he went out there again. However, if he did, he wanted to be oblivious.

"Sorry?" She asked, trying to grab for his hand, but Sasuke pulled away.

Now he felt even guiltier.

"Sasuke," Rin called worriedly.

"Sorry for ruining your shirt," he murmured. "Let me know if I need to get you a new one. I'm going to get another drink." Sasuke smiled faintly when he had his hand on the knob. "I'm going to get another drink and enjoy the party. I've taken up enough of your time."

Before she could reply, Sasuke was out the door. Making his way to the kitchen, he discovered that his drink was gone, but it only meant he could come up with one that was even stronger. That way, if he ran into Naruto, he wouldn't have to feel a thing. Even better if he could just ignore him. He'd become rather accustomed to it. If all they did was fight when in the same space, best to keep away. And Sasuke had just as much right to be here as Naruto.

When he'd finished mixing his drink, not for the first time, did someone grab his shoulder. Fearing ruining yet another girl's outfit, Sasuke turned slowly and with caution only to discover Sai standing in front of him. The other teen looked him up and down, expression unreadable.

"What?" Sasuke asked when Sai refused to say anything.

"When did you get here?"

"Why does it matter?" He returned, bringing the rim of the cup to his lips.

"It doesn't." Sai shrugged. "Naruto's here."

"I'm aware."

"So is Gaara," Sai added unnecessarily.

Sasuke studied him, suspicious. "What is it you want, Sai?"

"Nothing." The teen looked confused. "I saw you here drinking and thought I'd say hi."

What a fucking idiot.

"Shouldn't you be out in the other room, putting moves on Naruto?" Sasuke asked, immediately realizing that the alcohol was already affecting his filter.

Sai smirked. "He told me he told you about that. I don't care. I had a crush on him, big deal. Who wouldn't? Can't blame a gay guy for trying."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed further. "If you met Gaara, I suppose you heard about Naruto's brush with the law the other night."

"I did hear," Sai answered. "I wasn't very happy with him. Or Gaara."

"So you can be reasonable," Sasuke mumbled.

It was Sai studying him now.

"Are you okay?" He asked Sasuke.

That question nearly sobered him up. Sai? Taking pity on him? Shouldn't it be the other way around? After all, Sasuke had had everything Sai coveted. He should be the smug one.

"I ask because you seem to be downing that fairly quickly." Sai gestured to the cup. "I didn't think you liked parties. In fact, we all figured you wouldn't show up."

"I came with a friend." He was starting to become edgy, expecting Naruto to come walking in at any moment. It had him feeling cornered and anxious.

"Right. That singer? I saw him in the other room. I remember him from the night you played with this girl's band. Is he single?"

"He's straight," Sasuke responded.

"You sure about that?" Sai tilted his head. "I get vibes from him."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Vibes?"

"Then again," said Sai. "I used to get them from you."

Sasuke began to panic internally. "I assume you're joking."

Sai tilted his head. "You know what they say about people who assume."

"How clever," he replied drolly.

"I don't know what happened between you and Naruto," Sai told him while sliding a hand into his jean pocket. "But it's clear Naruto needs closure… and it looks like you do, too."

"What are you, an amateur psychologist?"

"No," said Sai. "Just a bystander. I'm sure it's interesting."

"What is?" He picked up a bottle of vodka and dumped a quarter of it into his cup.

Sai watched him take a drink before answering: "I'd think it would be thrilling. Having so much of Naruto's attention directed at you. I envy you, Sasuke."

"What are you talking about? Naruto's been ignoring me."

"You ignored him."

"Your point?"

"Just that even if you two aren't speaking, that alone is saying volumes." Sai reached behind him, brushing Sasuke's arm in the process of grabbing his own cup.

He wasn't sure if Sai was hinting at something in particular or was just wanting to vent in his own way. If Sasuke was in his shoes, he might be jealous. Hell, Sasuke was in his shoes and he was jealous. Yet Sai appeared so calm, and Sasuke didn't know why.

"How can you be so calm?" He asked.

Sai, after having made his own drink, glanced over at him. "What do you mean 'calm'?"

"Aren't you frustrated that Naruto didn't return your feelings?"

"Why would I be?" Sai asked. "He's straight. You can't force these things."

"So why confess to him at all?" Sasuke blurted.

Sai gave him a strange look. "Because it's how I felt."

Perplexed, he could only stare at him.

"What?" Sai asked. "Isn't it that simple? If you like someone, you should tell them so?"

Sasuke didn't know whether to laugh or beat his head against the wall.

"No wonder the two of you are friends," he said rather nastily.

"You two used to be friends." Sai turned slightly, but was looking at him over his shoulder. "Even though you're total opposites." Slowly, a smirk spread across his face. "Although, with you out of the picture," the teen continued, "I now get to spend more time with Naruto. So, some good did come out of the divorce, and I know which parent I'm siding with."

"Is that supposed to be cute?" Sasuke asked.

"Not especially." Sai shrugged again. "I think he'd be willing to talk to you. Then again, he's been volatile lately, so who knows which Naruto you'll get if you do. I'm sure being drunk won't help."

Before leaving, Sai plucked the cup from Sasuke's hand.

"By the way, Naruto wanted a drink. I'm sure you won't mind if I give him yours."

He blinked slowly as he watched the older boy return to the living room. It was almost impossible for him to sort out what the hell that had been about. Either Sai was extremely clever or he was even dumber than Naruto. Why couldn't Sasuke figure him out?

For the fourth time, he picked up a cup and made a drink, working up the (he didn't want to say courage) to go into the other room. He wouldn't confront Naruto directly, but he wouldn't go out of his way to avoid him either. He had to keep in mind this was Rin's place, too. Sasuke didn't want to cause a scene. Then again, it was New Year's and no one else was restraining themselves, so why did he have to? Because that's what people always expected of him?

At least now he had a good idea of what his New Year's resolution should be:

Stop giving a shit.

TBC

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