It was on the tip of Naru's tongue to say no. To shake her head and quickly run out the door but that was pretty much useless since Kakashi 1) Already knew where she lived. And 2) Would follow her and catch her anyways. So she stayed rooted to her chair as he pulled out his wallet and paid for both of their drinks then put his wallet away and looked at her and held his hand out to her.

"Come on Naru-" She didn't move at first and he reached out and grasped her hand and gently tugged her out of her seat and pulled his face mask up from around his neck to cover his face again. "Are you alright? Your very quiet." Kakashi said as he let go of her hand and instead slipped an arm around her slender shoulders. He wasn't doing it to get fresh with her, it was simply easier to maneuver her across the bar to the door without having her bump into random people in the cramped building.

Because he knew some of the people who drank in this particular bar, and knew that some of them were mean drunks and he didn't want anyone taking a swing at her because she would likely freeze up in shock and then he would have to take her home with him. And that was something that he didn't want to do unless he had no choice left.

Not because he didn't trust her or anything. It was because he had some weird sleeping and morning habits that he just didn't want to explain.

Like the one where he slipped into bed with anything warm and remotely feminine feeling. It was a subconscious action, one that he wasn't aware of. But it was also one that he knew that Naru just wouldn't like and he didn't have the mental facilities early in the morning to explain things.

Which was why he was going to ask Naru if he could stay in her guest room. The one with the nice four post bed and the evil, evil lock on the door that once was locked refused to unlock unless you jiggled it just right; which was how he knew he wouldn't be slipping into bed and curling up against Naru in his sleep.

He opened the door and waited for her to step outside before slipping out behind her when she finally asked. "Why are you going home with me?" He glanced at her and tugged at the cuff of his left shirt sleeve.

A nervous habit that he had developed around the girl three years ago when she had come back to the village after being trained by Jiraiya. "It's not for the reason that I told you earlier Naru, so you can relax. I think I've given up on getting laid tonight. I just drank a lot and I'm not sure if I can make it home." Kakashi explained gently, hoping to put her more at ease since she was obviously tense and uncomfortable around him now.

Some of the tension went out of Naru and she nodded her head in understanding and Kakashi wondered why she had tensed up and got uncomfortable just because he had told her to take him home with her. He wanted to ask, knew that whatever she had been thinking had worried her. But decided to say nothing for the moment. Not when he could simply observe her for the next few days or weeks and see what exactly it was that was bothering her.

They walked side by side in silence for about twenty minutes before Naru spoke again. "How much did you drink?"

"Twelve beers."

"Are you drunk?"

Kakashi shook his head a little bit. "No. I'm just a little bit tipsy and not sure if I can make it home before the alcohol starts screwing with me."

"You seem pretty sober." Naru pointed out to him. He grinned for a second.

"Sober enough to make bad choices all on my own." Naru made a humming sound and turned the corner and paused in mid step when Kakashi started to take a step and tipped sideways and almost fell.

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Sauske threw his coffee table across the room and over turned his recliner in a rage.

His sharigan flashing dangerously as he picked up a precious family heirloom, a hand painted porcelain egg that had once belonged to his mother and smashed it against the wall, shattering the glass to pieces.

That bitch! That dirty cum sucking whore!

How dare she deny him! How dare she strike him! How dare she look down on him as if he were nothing. He was the last of the Uchiha's! He was someone.

Feared, and respected by all. And yet she; a loser, a no body, a female of less intellect and talent, had dared to make a fool of him. He growled, the sound low and feral.

Naru would pay. He would have her on her knees before him, her lips around his dick, sucking him like the slut bitch that she was.

And he wasn't above using force to have her. He turned and looked at the black and gray ashes littering his floor and managed to calm himself down a degree and smiled evilly. She may have destroyed the photos that he had showed her, but he had copies. Enough to take to the council and have her declared unfit to lead their village.

Then once her dream was dead, he'd back her into a corner and knock her legs out from under her. Then.

He'd destroy her.