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Don’t destroy me. This is my first Naruto ficcie. Please don’t…I like my arms and legs.
I’m not really sure for the second genre on this, so it’s a mix between Humor/Angst.
Edit: 11/22/07. Jesus, its like midnight. I spent hours editing this, I hadn't realized how horrible my old writing used to be. S'all good now. I can't believe it took me a year and a half to actually move my ass and edit this chapter, though.
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Disclaimer:I don’t own anyone in Naruto. I don’t own Naruto. I don’t own Sasuke. But Kakashi shall illegally beat you with a stick.
Warnings:This is Yaoi, NaruSasu, Shounen-ai, whatever you like to call it. There is also lots of cursing, alcohol, present-day, freakishly long chapters, SlightlyDrunken!Naruto, and perverted college professors named Kakashi. Beware the power.
Also, if you don’t like my story, don’t read it. Intelligent flames are acceptable if you must, but don’t be stupid about it. If you like my story, review, and do that often. That’s what keeps me motivated and from going completely insane.
Naruto sat at his old, crappy desk, laying back and not paying any attention to what Professor Hatake was rambling on and on about. He preferred doodling. It was much more entertaining than whatever he was saying; genetics and stuff or some junk he didn’t care about. He started to draw a little picture of him in his board shorts at the beach with Sakura standing right beside him in a super-skimpy bathing suit, admiring his bod. Naruto loved himself for his mad stick-figure drawing skillz. All he had to do was draw a little circle and straight lines. Yes, it was a difficult task that he had mastered.
The blonde’s desk creaked loudly, being older than all the rest, ranking number one in both crappy anddisgusting. Curses and other not-so-appropriate things that he’d rather not mention were written all over it. He hated this desk, so he drew a picture of it burning. It came out looking like some deranged rectangle-square thing or a newly invented shape, so he just erased it. Professor Hatake’s nonsense blabbing (in Naruto’s terms at least, anything that wasn’t ramen, ramen, chicks, surfing was nonsense) got even louder, leaving Naruto exasperated and wishing that he would shut the hell up. So he drew his professor in a little box, a sound proof one, to be exact. He reminded him of a mime….
“Naruto--!!” The silver-haired man shouted at him, very close to a delicate ear that belonged to Naruto. He looked up and smiled sheepishly, seeing that Professor Hatake was right there with a somewhat ominous meter stick in hand. Naruto wasn’t sure if beating your students with a stick was against the law or not when they were eighteen or older, because technically they were adults. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention.
“I’m right here, you bastard, you don’t have to yell,dammit,” Naruto said right to his instructor’s face with a quick roll of cerulean eyes. He just wanted to get off campus already so that he could go party, surf, and spend time with his girlfriend. A few of his lower-on-the-social-ladder classmates snickered at him cursing in their professor’s face, but it wasn’t like his teacher even cared. Professor Hatake was the laid-back type who got along pretty damn well with his students, because once they got past the requirements he let them do whatever the hell they wanted to do unless it involved the security guys coming over or the removal of clothing. So long as he got to sit back and read his perverted books that he was so enticed in, at least.
“Can you just pay attention for once, Naruto? Once you get past that then you can draw doodles of me in a box and you getting mobbed by pink-haired girls. So, pay attention or else I shall beat you with a stick,” the silver-haired man said, not sounding as sane as Naruto would’ve hoped. The blond slid down into his seat, still grinning sheepishly like an idiot. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that his girlfriend, Sakura Haruno, was blushing from the pink-haired girl remark.
Maybe she shouldn’t have dyed her naturally blonde hair pink in the eighth grade. But right now, Naruto didn’t care about whatever bizarre hair color his girlfriend had, but more so whether or not he was going escape this class without any welts.
“Isn’t that like, um, illegal or something?” Naruto asked his college professor in a uncertain voice, that was unbearably appealing. Some of the girls looked at the over six-foot tall, all-muscle, scorching hot surfer wistfully. Professor Hatake looked at him straight in his cerulean eyes with his dull, sleepy-looking eyes that screamed boredom.
“I don’t care if it’s illegal, I’ll do it. It’s not like this job pays much anyway,” he said dully, his floppy silver hair flopping over his face in an attractive way that made all the female ass-kissers swoon. Naruto grimaced, wondering if he was serious or not. Professor Hatake leaned on the meter stick, a little bit too hard, and it snapped into three pieces. One of the shorter ends spiraled away from him (who was now regaining his balance) and came straight towards Naruto. The blond boy stared, startled, and ducked quickly, his nose almost slamming into the word ‘whore’ on his desk. He turned around when he heard a sharp snap and a yelp, as the guy behind him got hit in the face with it and fell forwards, over his own desk and onto Naruto’s.
The pressure on Naruto’s desk was just too much, and he had a feeling that the ol’ piece of crap was going to collapse, so he hopped out of his seat and watched the mortified kid land on it, thus shattering it into a pile of crap with him on top. Naruto stood there awkwardly as the freshman class broke out in hysterics.
“Um, are you okay?” Naruto asked, unable to keep himself from snickering. The guy just groaned and seemed like he needed a hospital, or aspirin. Their professor sensed this and got up, dragging the poor kid along.
“Come on, sonny; let’s get you to the nurse’s office or whatever.” They exited the classroom and the guy was groaning, due to his unorthodox professor dragging him carelessly, so Kakashi just propped him up and carried him like he was a one-hundred fifty pound baby. The class snickered lightly. Who knew their professor had muscles under that professor’s suit he always wore?
Once they left, everyone broke out into hysteria and chatter, socializing like normal human beings. Naruto also was laughing along with everyone else, and one kid starting choking on air, but nobody really noticed, or cared. Naruto’s eyes skimmed over this one guy, who wasn’t laughing at all. He was pale and skinny, and had raven hair that almost covered his eyes and spiked up in the back, resembling a duck’s butt.
Naruto stopped laughing and just stared at him. He had a dark expression like he was scowling at everyone for living, existing. He didn’t want to be there, that was quite obvious. His eyes were pitch black and narrow, and they contrasted greatly against his white face. The black-haired kid just sat there and glowered, and never once cracked a hint of a smile or grin, when everyone was basically pissing their pants from laughter. When Naruto thought about it, that guy had never once smiled every time he happened to glance at him. That was kind of incredulous. If he was so dark and scary-looking, why wasn’t he enjoying some other kid’s pain like a normal sadist?
The bell rang in everyone stampeded towards the exit like a herd of cattle. Naruto managed to squeeze through the crowd and safely make his way to his crew, the most well-known and well-liked (and not to mention attractive) people on campus.
“Hey, Naruto!” His girlfriend waved at him exuberantly and her long, straight pink hair swayed. He rushed over to her and greeted her with a chaste kiss on her pink lips, then wrapped an arm around her waist.
“I love the new jeans,” he teased and stretched out a piece of her black designer ultra low-rise Capri’s. It snapped back, hit her skin, and she squealed the slapped his hand away. “They’re real tight,” he grinned at her foxily.
“Shut up and stop flirting already,” she said, her face returning to its normal color. She brushed back her hair with her hand and then returned her black Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses back into it.
“That was sure entertaining in class today,” a tall, gorgeous blonde in a tight black micro-mini and an equally tight baby blue tube top said. Ino Yamanaka leaned against the back wall showing of her endlessly long legs and gleaming, long blonde pony tail. Males gawked at her as they strolled by and she smirked. That was what Ino was known for, along with Sakura. Dressing like a slut and getting into the dean’s office every single day for dressing inappropriately, but they didn’t listen at all, so lately the dean had been letting them get off easy out of pure laziness.
“Ino, stop dressing like a whore. You’re driving all the guys into walls by strutting around it that mini skirt,” Naruto said and Ino just smirked. She strolled over and pinched the tall blond boy’s cheek.
“You know you like it,” she teased, receiving a nasty look from Sakura. She grasped Naruto possessively and he just smiled at her, wondering if Sakura was this serious about him. She should know better, they had been dating for three years, and Ino was only kidding.
“That’s my boyfriend you’re plucking at, slut,” she spat and latched onto his arm. Ino made a face at her then both girls started to giggle. Their sense of humor was quite odd. Neji Hyuuga and Gaara Sabakuno strolled over, coming from the class that they were just released from. They were both pretty serious guys, and just blinked at the two girls, wondering why they were laughing.
“Hey Naruto,” Neji said greeting him, not bothering to say anything to the girls because they were obviously in their own thing. They started whispering and giggling, then snatched a hold of the innocent bystander and friend, Gaara. Who knows what they would do to him? Neji thought they were pretty insane chicks.
“Anything interesting happen?” He asked, looking at the tall blonde with creamy eyes. They were about the same height, but Neji was a bit taller. The white-eyed boy was dressed clad in black as he usually did, and it made his creamy eyes stand out. His eyes were so white it made it almost impossible to see his pupils, especially in the light, and only made his eyes look even more mysterious and captivating. Most of the female population swooned over Neji’s eyes alone, but he would die before he did the same to any of them.
“Well, tomorrow I have no place to sit since my crappy desk got crushed and my perverted professor almost beat me with a stick. How about you?” Naruto said with a toothy grin.
Neji looked at him for a moment and then blinked. His serious face formed into a grin just imagining that and he chuckled lightly. “I wish I was in your class. Professor Hatake seems pretty cool,” he said.
“You think having a pervert professor is cool? Don’t tell me your one too…” he said warily, widening his blue eyes. Neji punched his arm and grinned at one of his best friends.
“Fine, I won’t tell you,” Neji joked.
Sakura and Ino came back from talking with Gaara about who-knows-what and the redhead just looked at them with his green eyes, wondering what he missed out on.
“I’ll tell you later over some surf,” Naruto said reassuringly. It seemed that someone had pressed the fast-forward button on the college students, and everyone began to head out to go get something to eat for lunch. But really, no one would care if Naruto and his crew just stayed and hanged in the hallway. They started slowly walking together to go outside and grab some pizza at Pizza Hut when Naruto noticed something. He saw a flash of black hair and pale, milky skin. It was that guy.
Naruto blinked his large eyes at him, wondering why he never smiled. Maybe his life was screwed up, maybe he had no idea. With his dark hair that framed his face, his aloof gaze and his captivating black eyes, Naruto had to admit, made him extremely attractive. Everyone always acknowledged Naruto as the best looking guy on campus, but had they failed to notice him? If that guy would just open up and say something, put on a few cocky grins, he would’ve been in.
The dark-haired boy turned to him and noticed that Naruto was staring. Naruto grinned toothily and waved to the raven-haired guy. He really hadn’t meant to be gawking but it was kind of hard when musing on how the hell a person has a smiling disorder. Even evil people smiled sometimes.
The guy just looked at him for a second, surprised that someone like Naruto would be casually waving at someone like him. His eyes narrowed into a glower and he looked at him, his lips unsmiling, and took off. Naruto blinked his cerulean eyes, stunned. That was the most vicious and deadly glare he had ever seen, and it was directed at him. Somehow, that hurt.
“Why are you looking at him?” Naruto heard Gaara’s serious and soothing voice sound. He turned around and looked at his friend, blinking innocently.
“I saw that guy earlier, and I noticed I’ve never seen him smile, once,” Naruto stated, wondering if any of his friends had any idea about what was up with that kid. Who could have such a problem that they couldn’t crack a grin? Naruto was an orphan and had trouble growing up alone, but he turned to the brightside. There was rarely a time when the blond wasn’t grinning.
“Why’s it your problem, Naruto? You’re just way too curious about everything,” Sakura said, walking side-by-side with her best friend. She popped a piece of gum into her mouth and started chomping away, along with Ino, and they both tried to blow a larger bubble than the other. Being formerly rivals, the girls got very…into their game. Naruto decided that it would be best not to disturb their, er…bubble-blowing contest.
“He’s Sasuke Uchiha,” Neji said simply and continued to stride along. Gaara and Naruto looked at each other and blinked. How did he know about him? Naruto started to list the many possibilities of how he knew that in his head, but that just didn’t work out. Neji and Naruto had been tight since middle school, and the blond thought that maybe Sasuke and Neji could’ve been friends before that.
“I’m not even going to ask how you know that,” Gaara said cooly. Ever since he had moved here about halfway through freshman year in high school, he had been part of Naruto’s crew. They were constantly hanging out together, and instead of being a tight group of friends it was like they were family, because one was never without another. That was all what Gaara knew. Naruto figured that he probably didn’t think they talked much to anybody else and it was like that even before him, but they did talk. Naruto had many friends outside of their little clique, and he had a tendency to talk to girls quite a bit.
“Number-two athlete back in high school, outstanding GPA, stoic guy, overall perfectionist, though he seems incapable of smiling,” Neji said, almost grinning, but the smile faltered. His expression became serious and he laughed weakly, something that Nejis certainly aren’t supposed to do. “We were best friends in elementary school, you know.” He said as if that explained everything. And well, it actually did. Naruto nodded as if understanding and Gaara raised his eyebrows.
“Oh,” Naruto said simply.
“Where are Sakura and Ino?” Gaara asked, looking around for their friends. Naruto and Gaara looked at each other. Then they blinked at each other. Then they blinked again. Then they repeated that a few more times. None of them had seen them leave or go anywhere.
“Idiots,” Neji’s creamy eyes stared them down and he cursed a bit under his breath. “They blew such big bubbles that they popped all over their faces and they ran to the bathrooms laughing and screaming about there hair at the same time,” he explained in a monotonic voice, as if they should’ve automatically known this. So Gaara and Naruto did they only thing that they could. They blinked at Neji. The white-eyed boy looked at their innocent (Gaara? Innocent? Bah.) faces and smirked slightly.
“Alright, well, let’s get going. Sakura and Ino will catch up…” Naruto said swinging the car keys of his brand new bright-orange (how did you guess?) Lamborghini Diablo.
Naruto spun the keys and got into his car. He absolutely loved his car. Naruto had just recently turned eighteen and all his friends put their money together to buy him this car. Naruto could never even hope to be able to gift someone with something as expensive as his car, being an orphan that merely lived in the dorms and all. Besides, it wasn’t like it was hard for them to buy him this car, since they were all incredibly rich. He turned on the engine and the car let out a delightful rumble, and he slammed on the gas. This thing was a speed demon.
“…Eventually,” he murmured and sped down the street like he was insane. What did Naruto care? It was fast, thrilling, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He grinned and looked into his rear view mirror, where he saw his friends following him close behind.
Neji was right behind him in his black Saleen S7, speedily cruising by and evading a bunch of slow-poke cars as Naruto was. Gaara was almost right beside the Hyuuga, trying to evade cars, in his red Dodge Viper Hennessey Venom, with red tinted windows. It made it look like Gaara was driving some sort of badass demon car. Far, far behind that was a large bright pink dot, which Naruto assumed was Sakura’s and Ino’s convertible Corvette Coupe that was speedily gaining on them. He grinned foxily and continued to cruise at a fast speed.
Naruto heard a loud noise and he blinked and looked to his left. There was a black Enzo Ferrari trying to cut in front of Naruto. He smiled and slammed his foot on the gas, sending the car speeding ahead. The black Enzo stayed right beside him, still trying to pass him. The blond wondered who it was and saw a pale flash in there, but the rest was black. He blinked his large blue eyes and then grinned. He had an idea.
He pressed a button that opened the window next to him.
“Hey!!! It’s Sasuke, right?!” He shouted, pestering him until he would open his window. Sasuke glared when the freakishly and horrendously bright orange Lamborghini beside him that he was currently trying to pass starting making really obnoxious noises. He looked out the window and realized that it was not the car that was screaming. It was that blond Uzumaki guy, leaning out of his window and screaming his name, and also not paying attention to where he was going. Sasuke disliked Naruto and his kind of people, but now he also found out that they were completely insane.
“Saaaaaasukeeee!That’s your name, right? Come on out, Uchiha!” The blond guy kept on saying over and over again, trying to get him to roll down his window. He must have a pretty loud and obnoxious voice if Sasuke could hear him through the racing of two very fast cars. But right now, the only thing he was wondering was how the hell in this insane world did he find out his name, and what did he want out of Sasuke?
He rolled down the window and flipped Naruto off, Uchiha style. He then sped ahead and cut Naruto off, now driving in front of him. Naruto grunted, his brow furrowed, and his lower lip stuck out a little. His so-called solution, tailgating Sasuke’s Enzo.
Geez, I just want to be friendly and get the guy to smile. Maybe he is smiling now though, after flipping me the fucking finger and winning his so-called victory. Hey, but I made him smile, didn’t I? Naruto stopped grimacing now thinking he accomplished some good. Naruto, even though he was satisfied now, was still tailgating Sasuke for the hell of it. Pissing of people who looked like they were about to kill you was oddly entertaining and thrilling.
He heard a loud engine, turned from his fun, and saw Neji’s Saleen beside him, since they got caught in traffic. He pulled down his window and his blank eyes stared at his best friend. Why the hell was Naruto bugging Sasuke? Even though he had matured a lot, the blond was still pretty childish at times. That was Naruto, always the thrill-seeker. He leaned over and shouted to Naruto.
“What are you doing? Stop being annoying and bugging the hell out of Sasuke,” Neji demanded with a roll of his white eyes. He and Sasuke were very much alike, believe it or not, even though Neji was one of the most popular guys in the city. He wouldn’t want to be bugged by Uzumaki here if he had gone through what Sasuke did…actually, he wouldn’t want to be bothered by him, period.
“Why? Come on, Nej!” He said, pouting, and using the Hyuuga’s pet nickname. “I made Sasuke smile.”He did his trademark fox-like grin at Neji as they slowly advanced through the traffic. Neji blinked at him for a second, deciding whether or not to believe him, and chances of Sasuke smiling for Naruto were pretty slim. He brushed his long, loose brown hair out of his face and returned to his conversation.
“No offense, Naruto, but I can just about bet that you will not ever make that kid smile,” Neji said tauntingly.
“Oh yeah? I bet I can. What do I win when I do?” He said arrogantly, showing he was determined by gripping the leather of his steering wheel tighter. Neji flipped out his Chocolate and smirked a bit.
If he could get him to smile, he means. I was friends with Sasuke once, and I believe I should know. Who Knows? Maybe he’d be the person to crack him. He smiled lightly as he speed-dialed Ino’s number.
“Oh, we’ll think of something great.”
Naruto finished off the last of his ice cream and ate the cone in one bite. Ino and Sakura ‘eww-ed’ and started to laugh at him. They all stopped laughing when Naruto pointed something out on Neji’s face.
“Hey, Nej, why is there ice cream all over your face? It totally kills the I’m-evil-fear-me look that you’re going for,” Naruto laughed at him. Neji blinked while Gaara handed him a napkin and smirked.
“I believe you will need this,” the red-head said, throwing it into the Hyuuga’s finger-gloved hands. He smiled appreciatively, but somewhat sheepishly. He wiped it off his face as the others laughed.
Naruto heard a large engine roar and he immediately thought of the Uchiha’s black car. He turned around and almost slipped on his baggy pants in the process, but he was right. Sasuke’s Enzo was storming through the traffic and people were beeping there horns and cursing at him, while the Uchiha flipped them off without a single change of expression as he sped along. Naruto had to admit, that guy was kind of cool.
“Hey, there’s that Uchiha-bastard!” Naruto said, smiling.
Sakura smiled, rolled her eyes, and then leaned back stretching out. She yawned a bit then mischievously smiled at her boyfriend.
“Go get ‘em, fox,” she said in a bored-like voice, but she was obviously acting. Sakura always called Naruto that, courtesy of his trademark foxy grin. He waved goodbye to his friends and gave Sakura a deep kiss before hoping into his orange car. He put his car into drive and zoomed down the street, his car standing out vibrantly from all the others. No wonder why Sakura had picked that car for him. It was a lot like Naruto if you thought about it, and orange was his favorite color anyway…
Naruto sped along the highway and carefully followed Sasuke’s car. He was trying to be inconspicuous, but it was slightly difficult when you car was almost glow-in-the-dark and loudly speeding after the other car. He had to drive fast in order to keep the Ferrari in his line of sight, not that he minded much, since the black-haired boy was apparently some sort of speed maniac. So, he wasn’t turning out to be as unnoticeable as he had hoped. Naruto would get over it. He turned a sharp corner probably figuring out he was being followed, in attempt of losing Naruto, but not in a challenging, let’s-have-a-street-race-now-dammit way. He speedily turned his Lamborghini and his tires screeched.
Naruto blinked his large blue eyes, surprised, and parked his car. He lived in the college dorms, which was sort of odd. Okay, Naruto did also live there, but he had never notified Sasuke’s existence. It wouldn’t have been hard either. Almost nobody lived in the dormitories of Konoha College, since everyone was rich and living in some huge mansion (much like his own friends), or at least had their own house nearby, since the town they lived in all the students strictly went there. It was a community college; why they had dorms in the first place beside him. Only the kids that had no families or were too pissed or suicidal towards their families lived in there…Naruto lived there because of the first reason; he had no family.
It was hard for him to grow up with no one, living at the orphanage. He stayed there until he had started working, then he got enough money to start buying nice things, and he began to start saving up for his own place to stay. Once he became friends with Neji, though, he was allowed to stay with his family until he got a college dorm/apartment of his own. He stepped out of the automatically opening door and pressed the button connected to his keys to lock it. Sasuke had been long gone, but he was already certain about which rooms were absolutely deserted and Naruto had pretty good hearing, so it couldn’t be thathard.
After a good ten minutes, he finally found in which he supposed as the Uchiha’s dorm, and it was on the same level as his, except all the way on the other end of the long hallway. What luck for Sasuke. Naruto knocked a few times but nobody ever came to the door, and he assumed that Sasuke didn’t want him coming in. The blond put his arms up behind his head, as if he was leaning against a wall that could not be seen, closed his eyes, and waited. Nothing happened, and due to extremely short patience, Naruto murmured a few curses under his breath and winged it. He kicked the door open (being able to do that since he works out at the gym three times a week) and stormed right in. It wasn’t as if Sasuke was going to come at him with aknifeor anything. How right Naruto was. He came at him with a completely different object.
“Go Away.” Sasuke threatened darkly as he straddled Naruto. He had tacked him and was currently holding a slightly broken beer bottle to the blonde’s neck. Naruto looked at Sasuke like he was insane, and then glanced at the glass bottle near his throat. He was almost certain that Sasuke was going to kill him now, because how could he just get up and go away while the dark-haired boy was sittingon him and holding a weapon to his neck, therefore preventing him from moving? It didn’t look like Sasuke was about to budge anytime soon, either. So, Naruto just gave him some very pathetic, wide-eyed look accompanied by some noise sounding much like a puppy dog cry.
Sasuke looked at him strangely and then got up from sitting on him.
“Why are you here?” He demanded in a cold voice. Naruto felt around his neck and was relieved that he had only received a scratch or two, then scrambled to his feet and got up in front of Sasuke. He was way taller then him, so that kind of killed the Uchiha’s intimidating act. “Really…” He said, glowering up at the blonde. “…you’ve never talked to me before, and your one of them.Why come out of no where and start fuckin’ wavingsuddenly? Tell me why you’re here, freak stalker, or I’ll be forced to hold that bottle against you’re neck again,” he said so nonchalantly it was as if he used that sentence in everyday life. Naruto blinked his blue eyes. That was kind of wow for him saying that to a guy that was bigger, stronger, and well…far more well-liked than he was.
“Hey, can’t I just get to know a guy?” He said, smiling in a sort of don’t-hurt-me way, even though Naruto could most likely pound the daylights out of Sasuke pretty damn well with minimal effort, but he really didn’t want to get into a fight right now.
“Leave.”
“Come on--.”
“Leave.”
“I just want--.”
“Get packing…”
“Please--?”
“Stalker.”
“Hey, I’m not--.”
“Bastard-Stalker.”
“It’s for a bet, alright? Happy, you damn Uchiha-bastard?” Naruto finally said, getting fed up with all the get-out-now-or-die talk. He wasn’t really sure if the ever-so evil looking Sasuke would take that as a serious answer, being that he probably didn’t trust people like Naruto, and of course there was the fact that he approached him randomly and out of the blue. Those were other reasons not to believe him. For all Sasuke could of guessed, this could be anything up to trying to humiliate him somehow. They were popular, otherwise known as a synonym for the word evil.
“Are you serious?” Sasuke hissed, his black eyes narrowing. Naruto just blinked his large blue eyes innocently and nodded. Sasuke had to admit, Naruto did not look in anyway whatsoever evil, but looks could be deceiving.
“A bet?” Sasuke said, still interpreting it. Naruto nodded again, wondering how many more times he would have to repeat it or nod to get it through that ignorant guy’s thick skull.
“Well, that’s…interesting. But whatever it is, it’s not going to happen any time soon. You should thank me for sparing you life, but you’re not going to be around for any longer to say it, because you are leaving,”he said harshly, and attempted to slam the door in the Naruto’s face.
Naruto stuck out his arm and grabbed the door, leaving a small crack where he could still see one of Sasuke’s dark eyes.
“Come on, I can’t leave without you smiling,” he said, putting his face closer to the door, hoping that Sasuke could see the pleading look in his eyes. In response, he just tired to slam the door even harder, so that this time Naruto’s nose would get caught in the door frame, since he was standing so close.
“So, let me guess. You win something really big and cool and disgustingly orange if you get me to smile. How selfish of you, but it’s not going to happen,” he said coldly, sneering at him through the small crevice. Naruto was just shocked. He said it in such a monotone and calm voice with no surprise in it at all. It wasn’t like people came around everyday with bets about Sasuke smiling. After the Uchiha’s crude insult, he wasn’t sure if he should go on with this or not, because really it was selfish of him. He figured he’d just give it one more try, maybe not for the super cool thing that would most likely be orange, but after seeing Sasuke’s very dark (and only) side, it might be nice and more than accomplishing to see him smile. One more shot, Naruto promised himself. He opened the door and yanked Sasuke by the arm.
“C’mon,” Naruto said, dragging the black-haired boy. “I’m gonna give it one more shot for the hell of it, and to get you back on that previous orange comment you made.” They scrambled down the hallway and Naruto pulled out his keys and swung them expertly around his ring finger.
“So basically,” Sasuke said dryly, “you’re kidnapping me.” He started to pull him down the stairs and they got outside. Naruto pressed the button on his keys and the lights flashed as the car unlocked. Sasuke tried to yank away for a bit but Naruto kept his tight grip on his pale, slim wrist, and Sasuke stopped being a hardass. Temporarily, at least.
“Not necessarily, since you don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight. It’s almost like your willinglyfollowing me, loser. It’s also implausibly easy to drag you along, weakling.” Naruto laughed and received a growl from Sasuke, but he followed him nonetheless, almost tripping when he was shoved into the passenger’s seat of the car. The blond quickly hopped into the other side and locked his Lamborghini, incase the black-haired boy tried to pull off any escape stunts.
Naruto swung his keys once more and grinned foxily at Sasuke, before jabbing in the keys and starting up the engine. “You better not break the windows trying to escape, this car’s new.”
“Can I break other things?” Sasuke said, with a hint of sarcasm. “Likelegs?” He decided to add a death threat too, apparently.
Unbeknownst to Naruto, Sasuke was quite satisfied to be out also, because not only did he not like cramped spaces, he did not personally enjoy Naruto’s ranting and foxy grins, which made him only angrier because they made him almostsmile. It was unbelievably horrible, and if he let that stupid super-popular blonde win the satisfaction of making the ever-so dark Sasuke Uchiha smile at something he said or did, not only would he win the sinfully orange object, (which was still quite selfish in Sasuke’s point of view) but disastrous for his reputation. When Sasuke, along with Naruto, looked up to see that they had ended up at some bar, he almost preferred the car. Almost.
Naruto started up his ever-so annoying (for some people at least) foxy grins again towards Sasuke when he saw the look on his face. He wasn’t sure whether he was shocked or somewhat happy or afraid that he was going to cave in here, but yes, there was some sort of fear in his eyes. Maybe he’d never been in a bar before. Somehow though, Sasuke wasn’t soincredibly shocked that he picked this place, because usually people related smiling and bars/alcohol to each other. It was amazing how being under the influence could entirely alter someone’s personality and behavior. They were both aware of that.
“What, Sasuke? Has the little Uchiha never been in a bar before?” He teased, in a way that was somewhat insulting, yet not like he was intimidating or making fun of him. Like he was simply playing around with Sasuke. He almost ran away for a second, but he wasn’t a pussy, and he was just about sure if he did run Naruto would start doing the ever-so embarrassing chicken-wings thing. Um, not like Sasuke cared. But it was his damn Uchiha pride that kept him from running, and now he was certain that was what was going to kill him some day.
“You wish,” he growled. Naruto looked Sasuke with his blue eyes for a moment, and finally understood that he wasn’t about to go anywhere, and was waiting for Naruto to go in first. Odd. Did he want it to look like he was being forced into there incase anyone saw him? Naruto didn’t know Sasuke very well, but from what he could tell what he was thinking just sounded way too un-Uchiha-like.
“What are you waiting for?” Sasuke growled. “Are we going to go in or not?” He said, even though he didn’t want to go in. The sun was about to set and the temperature would drop significantly, and he wasn’t in the mood to freeze to death. Naruto smiled at him with, clearly satisfied, grabbed Sasuke’s thin wrist, and pulled him into the bar. The last thing Naruto would most likely remember was the jingling bell of the entrance door, because Sasuke was sure this blond was going to get himself drunk off his ass. At least then, he wouldn’t really notice if Sasuke left.
“Let’s sit here,” Naruto said as he sat them down on the spinning stools that were right at the bar. Naruto was ordering their liquor (ordering more for Sasuke than for himself) while the Uchiha was observing his surroundings. There were drunken people, mostly men, lying around, and the smell of hard liquor was lingering unpleasantly in the air. It almost made him cringe. Okay, so he hadn’t ever been to a bar before, but it’s not like Naruto needed to know that.
“Here you go.” Naruto shoved him a glass of liquor. Sasuke just looked at it then glowered evilly at Naruto. He didn’t get what was the big deal. It was just a little drink. It wasn’t like that would hurt.
“It’s not going to hurt you, Uchiha,” he said in a teasing voice and as if trying to coax him into drinking it. Naruto had already downed two, and was around ordering his third one, still looking pretty sober. He could probably hold down a lot, due to tolerance, but he could most likely tell that Sasuke was an inexperienced drinker, and would get drunk reasonably fast.
Naruto swallowed a few more and started to unconditionally smile at Sasuke. He was starting to feel a little dizzy. He needed to get Sasuke to smile...not get himself drunk. Sasuke took a little sip, then made a face of disgust, and Naruto smiled again. Well, he was kind of smiling about everything at this point. The loud music in the bar was starting to get to Naruto’s head and was pounding in his ears, and his cheeks were flushed and he was getting even dizzier. Sasuke could tell, that after only god knows how many drinks, he was now slightly drunken. People started gathering around Sasuke and bothering him to drink more, and started to buy him drinks.
“Let me get ya a drink, missus,” they mumbled, assuming that Sasuke was a girl with his slightly long, dark hair and almost feminine features, and they were also drunk too…He was about fed up with this and looked over at a drunken Naruto, who was being encouraged by several slutty-looking girls to drink more, when he was practically passing out on the table. He was still smiling though. Sasuke dumped his only drink that he had into a nearby plant and started to walk away from all the men that were offering him drinks. Females were crawling all over Naruto, but why did Sasuke have to attract drunken men? He was almost halfway out the door when he heard a large thump of an over six-foot tall, all-muscle blond passing out and hitting the floor. The girls around him started to giggle.
To leave him or not to leave him was the tempting question that he had to face. No matter how much he wanted to leave him there, Sasuke would feel somewhat guilty, but not enough to really bother him. He shrugged the thought off and the Uchiha struggled to drag the dead weight over to the car, flipping off all the drunken men in the process. He also had to fight all the rabid girls to get Naruto away.
“Come...on…you…fat...piece of…crap...” He propped Naruto on his back and struggled to drag him to the Lamborghini. He grabbed the keys to the car from the pocket of Naruto’s baggy pants. Overgrown blond bangs hung over Sasuke’s shoulders, which were grown out from pure laziness, and not wanting to spend money on a haircut, not style. From the dragging, Naruto’s loose shoes fell of once or twice since his feet were scraping against the ground. Sasuke managed to finally get to their parking spot and tossed him into the car.
“Finally, Jesus Christ, lose some weight...” He murmured and started the engine. It wasn’t a long way back to the dorms and he turned on the radio. Every time a familiar-looking car would pass by, Sasuke would duck, incase someone saw him driving a certain someone’s orange car, and that certain someone was in the car passed out, and starting to snore quite loudly. He turned up to radio louder to drown out the noise, but it wasn’t working very well.
“Shut up, geez…” He turned the sharp corner to the entrance of the dorms and Naruto’s head fell onto Sasuke’s shoulder, and his snoring seemed even louder. Naruto mumbled some incoherent words and started to unconsciously drool into Sasuke’s hair, so the Uchiha freaked and kicked him away. Now Sasuke was in grave need of a shower, and Naruto would not only wake up with a bad hangover, but a concussion also. Naruto mistook Sasuke for a pillow and tired to give him a big bear hug, so he had no choice but to restrain his arms, and it wasn’t like he minded tying him up anyway. He dragged him up the stairs and to his dorm (since it wasn’t that hard to find, because it was the only room with very orange and Naruto-like things in it) and literally threw him into the messy room, leaving Naruto knocked out on the floor with his arms tied behind his back.
“Sleep tight, dobe,” Sasuke snickered, referring to the tight ties around his hands. He shut the door and locked it, and put a chair he took from Naruto’s dorm under the knob to ensure he wouldn’t have any early-morning visitors. Too bad Naruto was unconscious and couldn’t see Sasuke’s arrogant smile.
Notes on this chapter: There are a lot of things I have to say about Gaara in this. I know that Gaara isn’t from Konoha, but hey, what else am I gonna call it? Deal :P Also, Gaara has eyebrows in this. The last thing regarding Gaara is, if any one was wondering what flavor ice cream he had, it was mango flavored. Gaara likes mango ice cream. There are some things for Naruto, as in he does not have the cute little whiskers in this, or at least not yet.And I know what you’re probably thinking, Naruto?Popular? Yes, he is popular, and you are probably also thinking, Sasuke? Not popular? The truth of it is, even though it is kind of like Trading-spaces, Naruto is very, very hot, and so is Sasuke, but the Uchiha is sort of seen as emo, and sort of kills any one that tries to approach him, so you see my reasons. And also, if you’re wondering who is the number-one athlete is, that’s Naruto, even if at the moment he is a drunken boozehound. Also, they live in a coastal Californian city in Ventura County that is populated with lots of Asian people, particularly Japanese people, because Asian people rule southern California. Their city used to be like the Asian-town of another city but it expanded and ruled the world. Ehehe. :D
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