Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.. That great responsibility rests on the shoulders of Masashi Kishimoto. Which is probably best.. 'cause it'd be a yaoi fest if I did. Muwhaha..

Warning: This is a yaoi fic! To be blunt.. Boyxboy love. If you don't like that sort of thing, or it scares you, you suck. Get out. Besides that, there's probably going to be a lot of cursing, maybe some violence. And of course, my favorite, lemon! (Sorry, I'm a hentai) No lemon in this chapter though.

No idea where this fic came from, or where it's going.. I haven't been feeling too well lately, so that leaves lots of time to torture poor Naruto, and Sasuke.

ONE MORE THING! Then.. I might shut up. But, uh.. don't count on it..

This fic is dedicated to Akira! One of my very good friends. MUWAH! Go Akira! Also to his sister.. Who makes me laugh, even though we've never met. My two favorite yaoi fans!

Onto the fic! Much love. Please review.

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Sasuke's POV

Teenage ninjas such as myself really don't have to worry about substance abuse rules, at least that's the way I and many others see it. If we're old enough to put our lives on the line everyday we're old enough to have a drink or two, a smoke break if we need it. Hell, even if they didn't let us do that I have a feeling it'd go on anyway.

I've found getting drunk alone is my safest bet, which ironically, never happens. Being in the company of others while I'm in such a state only makes me want to shut them. They all either ramble on about their problems or get so shit faced they stumble about the room causing a scene shamelessly. The only idle time I have after missions, and training, have been the times when Kakashi sensei will take the team out on a special occasion, Sakura doesn't seem to enjoy it much.

She'll sit there, either next to me, or across from me, sipping at one small drink the entire time. Her cheeks grow rosy by the time she's finished, and she'll flash me a timid grin every once in a while, trying to start a conversation.

"How's your drink Sasuke?" She'll ask sweetly.

"Fine." I'll reply truthfully, but keep my reply short.

After a while of only one word responses from me she grows silent, ending up playing with the rim of her glass to keep herself entertained.

Kakashi however is a different story, he starts out with one drink, holding it up and making us all chime our glasses together in celebration of whatever the occasion is. Though his glass is emptied a short amount of time in between refills no matter how many he has his appearance never seems to change. Perhaps it's because unless we're fighting, or talking about something along serious lines, he always looks drunk. From time to time he'll encourage us to have another, or if he sees another jounin he knows he'll smile and ask if they'd like to join us. All in all, despite what I would have imagined him being like under the influence, he stays in control of himself.

Naruto, as expected, is the complete blonde we all know he is. He guzzles down drink after drink, until it becomes challenging to understand what he's saying. His mouth flaps at a rate that's even faster than before, moronic ideas flying this way and that, earning the occasional groan from Sakura and a numbered quizzical glances from Kakashi. Normally by the time he's through I feel like my ears are going to bleed, and I have to grip my glass tightly to resist from punching him out.

Now that you know what our usual bar nights are like, and the nonexistent rule of no under age drinking, you can understand why I'm dreading the invitation we've all received to join each other there tonight. Undoubtedly it's going to be the three ringed circus it always is.

Truthfully, I'd rather be strung up by my feet and used as target practice for the kids at the academy. But I know if I don't show up it'll end up being worse than going, there'll be badgering from Sakura about where I was, and annoying made up alternatives from Naruto about what I was doing instead.

"Where were you last night?" Sakura will ask me, disappointment written all over her face.

"Ah, he was probably at home, too scared to come 'cus he knew I'd out drink him." Naruto will taunt, that annoyingly wide grin becoming even bigger.

No way in hell am I putting up with that, those two are already more than my nerves can bare.

So, here I am, walking toward the bar, my hands shoved in my pockets, and my ill expression probably giving away my irritated state. My mind is swimming with reasons why I should and shouldn't go, though my feet seem unaffected by any of this, seeing as I'm still moving closer to the destination of the bar. When I get to the entrance I push past the crowd gathered at the door, making my way inside as I spot my happy trio waiting for me, all three piled up in a booth toward the back.

I take my time getting over to them, still hesitant about showing up, but I end up plopped down in the only spot available. Naruto's to my left, painfully close, while across the table is Sakura who I'm now facing, and also Kakashi who's to her right.

"Sasuke! I'm so glad you came!" A smile breaks out on the pink haired girl's lips as I sit.

"Pft, what took ya so long, those skinny legs of yours can't walk any faster?" Naruto snickers, satisfied with his greeting. The dumbass comment doesn't even deserve an answer, and so I don't.

"Shut up, Naruto," Sakura glares in his direction, "I like your legs Sasuke." As soon as she says it her cheeks tint the same color of her hair, looking as if she were regretting the statement.

Great, dealing with another fangirl is exactly what I want to do tonight. Yippie.

Naruto mumbles something I can't hear, but I keep quiet none the less. This is already turning into the huge disaster I know it will be by the end of the night. It hasn't even started and yet I find myself leaning toward the exit.

"Now, now," Kakashi begins, "We're here to celebrate, not bicker." He finishes, a grin forming behind the mask that covers his face. Sometimes I wonder if he thinks this is as ridiculous as I do, then again he's the one who invites us here time after time. What a load of shit.

Soon someone comes over placing four empty glasses on our table along with a large bottle of sake. Our sensei politely pours the liquid evenly into each of them, sliding the drinks to each of us. Expect Naruto, who rudely grabs his and pulls it close with a trademark grin plastered on his face.

Kakashi expectedly lifts his glass and begins to speak, "To the best damn team in the entire village." He says, smiling still as we all ring our glasses together.

The sound makes me want to wince, but I comply all the same, bringing the glass to my lips as I take a long gulp. Kakashi somehow drinks through the fabric of his mask, Sakura takes a tiny sip, and a little bit spills over the rim of the glass as Naruto sucks his down. Placing mine back on the table I sigh, at least the taste being to my liking despite my company. When I look back up the ivory haired man is refilling his glass, and Naruto is somehow already on his second round. Sakura's smile comes into focus as I avert my gaze from the other two. I know what's coming next.

"Sasuke was your walk over okay?" She asks the first question of the night.

"Yeah," I tell her, making it a point not to go into detail.

"Mine too! It's pretty nice outside right?" The second question comes.

"I guess," I take another sip of my drink.

"How come you didn't ask me how my walk was?" I hear Naruto ask, the sound of his voice echoing because his mouth is still in his glass.

"Because you probably ran, and I don't care," She answers, not even trying to mask her irritation.

I glare at her out of reflex, she's always such an asshole to Naruto, and I don't know why but it makes me dislike her even more. I know I'm no saint to anyone around me either, but the way she's so blunt about it makes me want to scream. I have a reason to be moody to people, to push them away, so does that stupid blonde, but Sakura? Why is she so stuck up? Maybe because her brother murdered her entire clan, because she's shunned by the entire village? No.. Because she's spoiled rotten to the core by parents neither I nor Naruto have. What a brat..

And I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so. Is this not going as I predicted, stop me if I'm wrong, hm? Of course it is, and of course I knew it would be, but there's nothing I can do. I'd rather just get this whole thing over with, so I have to bare it for now.

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Somehow time passes rather quickly, to my surprise, and delight. Everything is going as it does every night, Naruto's drunk as piss, Sakura has one sip left, and Kakashi is his normal self, his belly overflowing with alcohol. You know what this means? In less than a half an hour I'll be sleeping, away from all this unwanted stupidity. Hell. Yes.

But then I get bitten in the ass.

Something happens that doesn't normally go down, and I'm almost to the point where I want to kill myself. Another hour has passed, and Naruto is still running. Normally he sacks out, getting drunker than his body can handle, where we leave him until Iruka sensei comes along, scooping him up and dragging him home. Though sadly, neither one is coming about.

"Heeey.. you guyzz.. Pull my finger!" Naruto shouts, giggling afterward.

Kami, please let him pass out sometime soon.

"Shut up, dope," I ground out, now on my sixth drink.

The alcohol is starting to make things a little blurry, but I'm good at bluffing so I probably seem alright to everyone else. It's close to one a.m., and I'm starting to think I'll never be free of these people.

Sakura gives me a regretful look and I suddenly find myself wondering why. Then it comes.

"I have to go," She says, and I almost want to get on my knees and thank the heavens for letting this end. But then I'm bitten in the ass yet again, because as she gets up, Kakashi speaks.

"Yeah, that's it for me too." He smiles, scooting out of the booth himself. I hear Sakura say goodbye as she hugs me around the neck rather boldly, then slip away quickly before I can tell her to get off. Kakashi pats me on the back, and also disappears. What the hell?

Then it hits me why they're leaving so soon, and so quickly.

Naruto is making a complete ass of himself, and they don't want to be the ones to drag him home. Those loons are ditching me, and leaving him as my responsibility. Which means I can kiss my earlier assumption of going home goodbye. I'm in an even fouler mood than before, just coming to realize how I was bitten in the ass.

"Awwww... why'd they leave?" Naruto whines, bumping into me as he sways back and forth.

I hope they run into a demonic reincarnation of a naked Gai, the bastards.

"Because they're smart," I reply back, sighing deeply at my misfortune. "C'mon.. let's get out of here." I tell him, getting to my feet. The sooner I take him home, the sooner I can get back to my own.

"What the hell is that su'pose ta' mean?" Naruto's eyes squint as he stumbles out of the booth, coming to lean on me like a drunken floozie.

"Shut up," I tell him, surprised at myself, allowing him to use me as support for his drunken frame.

By the grace of a higher existence we make it out of the bar, but not without some swearing, and unnecessary babbling from Naruto. I now have his arm draped over my shoulder, helping him limp along as we walk, something neither of us seem to like. I try to keep my eyes in the direction of our destination, something that's becoming quite challenging.

I shouldn't have had that many drinks.

Not that I could help it, the damn alcohol seemed to be the only thing that drowned out all three of them when we were at the table. Now my indulgence in the substance is betraying me, and I mentally curse a blue streak.

"Nghhh.. I think I'm going to be sick." Comes the mumble of my companion

"Shimatta.. do we need to stop?" I ask, not really keen on the idea of being covered in bile.

I almost lose my balance as he jerks away, running to kneel over in an alley as he empties his stomach onto the ground. Wincing, I turn my head, feeling a bit of pity tug at my chest. The sound of him heaving makes me want to join him, but somehow I manage to walk toward him. I place my hand on his back, crouching down beside him as I move my palm over his spine in comforting circular motions. Soon his muscles relax, and I hear him panting in exasperation over the activity.

"Kuso.. " He croaks out, still trying to catch his breath.

"You alright?" I hear myself ask. Why do I sound so concerned?

He nods his head weakly, wiping his mouth with his sleeve sloppily. Before I go to stand I make eye contact with him, his blue eyes seem to plead with my own darks orbs, trying to ask me something. I have no idea what he wants from me, but I keep his gaze locked with my own. Suddenly his eyelids fall, and his body slumps forward helplessly. Before he can face plant into the contents, that were moments before in his stomach, I catch his shoulders. I refrain from shaking him, knowing that he's already passed out. I glare wordlessly as his head meets my chest, but I hear myself sigh rather dreamily while looking down on him.

What is going on? Why is my heart beating so quickly?

It can't be-..No.. Stupid alcohol..

That's it, I'm never drinking again.

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Blah.. I know, kinda crappy, ne? Or maybe not? TELL ME!

ANYWAY! I'll see about updating soon, but right now I have cigarettes to smoke, and Pepsi to drink. Gee, I sure know how to take care of myself when I'm sick, huh? Haha. Ja!

Xoxoxo!

-Ryuzaki