She shot up and looked around suspiciously when she found herself on her bed tucked in. Her hands immediately moved the sheets, heart pouncing as she found herself still fully dressed. Damn me and my dirty thoughts. Almost coincidentally her neck felt tingly. What the hell happened yesterday? Oh. Itachi and alcohol. She remembered drinking, five to six shots before becoming flat out drunk and it was all blank from there. So I have low tolerance and no hangovers? Cool. She hated her body very much but this, this she was proud of.

Sasuke groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the aftermath of yesterday hitting him like a ton of bricks. He paused and traced his bare upper arm with his fingers where... he almost...

He blamed it all on Itachi. Now he knew alcohol plus Kushina is bad (and fun) and alcohol plus Sasuke is bad (meaning loosening up), and together they were bad bad. Do I have some alcohol in me, because I'm clearly still drunk. He sighed as he scratched his back, knowing for the fact that he was beyond whipped.

Naruto groggy and sweating, pushed his head off...the toilet seat? He remembered nothing. Who the hell am I? After staring at the toilet seat for a few minutes his head started to pound. Oh yeah, Naruto. Alcohol brings amnesia? He felt his stomach churn in all sorts of directions then dipped his head and emptied the contents of his stomach. He passed out after that, vowing to search online for ways to subdue hangovers, because like hell would he ever stop drinking.

Kushina made a bubble bath for herself and got in, sighing when the coldness of the water hit her nerves and slowly began to comfort her. She poked some bubbles absent mindedly while whistling. Her hair was in a shower cap (she'd wash it later, when she finds the effort needed for thigh length hair) as the calmness lulled her to stay forever. I can, if food was available...

The thought of eating digestive biscuits and a nice mug of hot chocolate forced her to move quickly, scrubbing every inch of her body before jumping out of the tub and racing to find some comfortable clothes.

Sasuke took a cold shower too. More like he just stood there while the showerhead spouted cold water onto his body. He blamed Itachi yet again for a migraine that came along and cursed as the water made it even worse. He carefully got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and got dressed with all the intention of burning that weasel's hair to smithereens.

Naruto was eagerly tapping on Kushina's laptop, eyes lighting up as he saw a billion cures for hangovers. He saved the page as a favorite for future references and closed the tab. The blonde snickered to himself when he got an amazing idea.

Sasuke cocked an eyebrow amused when he saw an email from Kushina, debating on whether to open it and prove he was dependable, or make her wait and show that he was cool and non-clingy. Succumbing to the first option begrudgingly, he tapped the message icon and the screen lit up.

From: Queen Uzumaki
Hello Sasuke, are you doing anything important? If not, could you come over cuz this house is super boring.

He felt his heart dance with glee after not only being invited by Kushina but also her admitting that he was fun. Something froze inside him. She only says my name face to face, never on chats. And if she was bored, she would've come over regardless of whatever I was busy with. None of it added up to him. She never got bored of watching movies online, Hinata, food or sleeping, then what was up?

Naruto put on an evil smirk when Sasuke not only took the bait, but fallen for his genius plan.

From: U-Sasuke
Fine. I'm coming.

He moved quickly out of his yard and turned into the Uzumaki residence, ringing the doorbell and impatiently tapping his foot. Kushina opened the door glaring, a round thick biscuit held between her lips. If it was nonexistent, her face would've been in the form of a scowl.

"What?!" It was muffled by the biscuit.

"You told me to come?" She took it out of her mouth and cocked her head.

"Why would I do that? You're no thriller, we've already established that." Sasuke snatched the biscuit from her hand and bit off more than half.

"Hey! My biscuit!"

"Tastes amazing."

"Damn you Uchiha."

"Can I come inside?"

"No." She said firmly. He's had it. Pulling her up from her waist, he stepped inside and put her down outside.

"Excuse me? That didn't make any sense."

"Do you want to come inside?"

"Yes..." she said cautiously.

"Well too bad." He smirked.

"Oh hell no." Sasuke slammed the door in her face and made way to the kitchen. His eyes landed on a cup of hot chocolate, the biscuits half eaten and her phone. He thought of going through it. Maybe the asshole texts her... His jealousy got the best of him.

"Teme?" Said teenager froze.

"What are you-"

"Nothing." He cut him off.

"You were just about to-"

"No I wasn't."

"UCHIHA FUCKIN SASUKE!" She stormed into the kitchen, her eyes infamously dark.

"How did you?"

"I climbed my balcony turd! Oh and boy am I gonna pummel you."

Anyone who never met her would've laughed their butts off, dismissing her as a 'minor' threat. She was short and her cheeks were puffed out and her blue eyes made her look all the more innocent. Sasuke wasn't to be fooled.

"Naruto used your laptop." He said quickly. Her eyes widened before turning her anger on to the frightened boy.

"You. Did. What."

"It...was...uh, for good reasons..." she raised an eyebrow when he couldn't form a convincing enough explanation. Sasuke smirked. He knew the idiot was the one who sent him the message.

"Okay then, you touched my laptop, and you threw me out like a dog. How very interesting." She moved her eyes between them as they nervously looked anywhere but her.

"Tomorrow, same time is when you'll wish you both were dead." She smiled sweetly before picking up her stuff and walking away to her room laughing maniacally.

"What's wrong with you! Why'd you turn on me?"

"I couldn't handle it dammit!"

"Oh great, now we're both screwed."

Sasuke couldn't sleep that night. Evil redheaded witches haunted his nightmares, begging him to fall asleep so they could get rid of him once and for all. His hand shot up and smacked his lips when his phone vibrated under his pillow.

Sasuke, you awake?

She's planning something. He could feel it.

I'm not going to do anything, I'm very innocent.

He chuckled before relaxing onto his pillow.

You're not innocent Uzumaki.

Oh yes I am. Get a life kid.

Hn. What's up?

Can I not contact you without a hidden intention?

No.

Hmph. I want to go to the cinema.

Excuse me? At this time?

It's 11.

Exactly. Why?

Austin Powers in the Gold Member is screening half an hour from now.

Why don't you go tomorrow?

Cuz I want to now. You don't have to come along if you don't want to.

Hell no. I'm going with you, not that asshole.

Shit. He didn't mean to send that.

Asshole? Who?

Never mind, just be ready.

I'm under your window.

Sasuke moved the curtain and saw her waving.

Just hurry up.

He put on black jeans and a blue v-neck, white vans and grabbed a jacket, his phone and his keys before quietly moving out of the house. He found her swaying on her heels with her hands clasped behind her back. She wore a dark blue plaid shirt opened, a black tank top tucked inside black jeans with black heeled boots. Her wrist was adorned with the bracelet and her hair was pushed to one side over her shoulder.

"Don't ask, I always dress for a funeral at night." He blinked a few times.

"Hn."

They started to walk towards the closest cinema which was three blocks down, Sasuke intertwined their fingers.

"It...isn't safe." Though he knew that no soul could harm her when he was around, he wanted to be reassured that she was there. He felt her squeeze his hand gently.

"So, why did you decide to go with me? The asshole thing."

"It's..."

"Oh, the crush. Mhmm." He winced.

"Are you seriously that upset?" He could pull her in and confess, claim her lips and show her what she had done to him these past months. That asshole wouldn't be a problem anymore then.

"Sasuke?" He couldn't do it. Chicken was all that went through his mind.

"I'm not..." he drawled, trying to put up barriers to shield her out.

"I'll tell you who it is, if you promise to not get upset after I tell you something else."

He gulped. Did he want this? To know who had gotten to her before he could, and live on in the pretence of wanting her to be happy? Could he do such an unselfish act, but knowing deep down that he wouldn't let her be with anyone but himself?

"Yes." They both stopped walking, just a few metres away from the cinema.

"Okay then, the person who I've been madly and fully in love with is..."