Welcome to another fanfic. Once again, shout out to all those who've given me reviews; keep em coming! Sorry for the blatant similarities with my other SasuNaru and ShikaNeji: The Temp; I'm kind of writing them at the same time and didn't know which I was going to finish, so I reused ideas then decided to post them both to see what people liked.

Warning: Will eventually contain yaoi and lemons

Disclaimer: Who owns Naruto? Certainly not me...

Naruto Uzumaki was a twenty-five year old man in the police force. He'd killed men; saved lives; been shot and stabbed. He'd been held hostage more than once, and he'd wrestled a savage pit bull. He owned an apartment and his own car. He was in every sense, a real man.

Unfortunately, his masculine image was currently somewhat diminished by the fact that he was currently sitting in the back seat of his own police cruiser with his arms folded and a childish pout on his face.

"I'm not getting out of the car," he declared vehemently as his mother opened the backseat to glare at him; hands on her hips.

"Get out of the car, Naruto," Kushina ordered in a scolding tone. Naruto held up a wrist to indicate that he was going nowhere, "Uncuff yourself from the seat."

"No," he protested, "You can ambush me in my own home, blindfold me and kidnap me, but you cannot make me get out of this car!"

"Maybe you're being a little rough on him, dear," Minato soothed his wife, coming around to survey the spectacle his son was making.

"Why are you making such a big deal about this?" Kushina sighed crossly, "You were so happy to agree to it seven years ago!"

"Seven years ago I was in high school," Naruto snapped irritably, "And I didn't expect to want to never see any of my classmates ever again."

"You're being melodramatic," she snorted, "Now uncuff yourself before I get Tsunade out here; she's the one that insisted you come." Naruto paled at the mention of his crazy, aggressive godmother, but merely averted his eyes and refolded his arms.

"Come on Naruto, it's only a high school reunion," his father tried to play good cop; a tactic he was well suited for; being a cop himself, "It'll be over in a week."

"I'll be dead by the end of the week!" he exclaimed, and that was when his mother dove into the car to grab him, grabbing the keys for his cuffs and proceeding to wrestle with her son in the attempt to free him. Minato just sighed heavily and gave a weak glance to the man who had just appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Hello Kakashi," he greeted with a smile.

"Naruto's having second thoughts on this reunion week?" Kakashi raised an eyebrow at the shaking car.

"So much that Kushina and I kidnapped him," the blonde man admitted with a sigh, "I don't get it; he was so excited in his final year at Konoha High that you'd be hosting a reunion trip when they were older; then he comes back from his senior field trip and never mentions it again."

"I'm sure he'll cheer up," Kakashi shrugged brightly, noticing that Kushina had managed to free Naruto from what appeared to be hand cuffs and was now dragging him out of the back seat by his ankles, "Did he cuff himself to the car?" Minato just nodded with a sheepish grin.

"What's going on here?" there was suddenly a booming female voice from the deck, and Naruto instantly ceased all struggling to stare up in terror at Tsunade; the principal of his old high school –and his godmother.

"Nothing, Tsunade," he replied weakly as she strode fiercely down the stairs and picked him up by the scruff of his neck; examining him closely.

"That's what I thought," she remarked sharply; her eyes narrowing as he made a yielding noise and she released him, "Ahh, Kushina –" her eyes softened, "So good to see you! It was so nice of you to bring Naruto all the way up here."

"He was just a pleasure," Kushina replied brightly, both women understanding that Naruto had screamed himself hoarse almost the entire way up to the mountain retreat, "It was no trouble at all. It was so good of you to host this, Tsunade."

"Well, it's been in the works for a long time," the blonde principal admitted, "Anyway, it's starting to get a little cold out here; come inside and meet the other parents for orientation before they all head off."

"Naruto, dear, get your things," Kushina hollered back to her son as she followed Tsunade into the lodge.

"…First she kidnaps me…then she makes me carry my own stuff…" Naruto grumbled angrily as he collected his bag from the boot and was escorted by his father up the stairs to ensure that he didn't make a break for the road –and freedom.

Naruto instantly recognised most of his old classmates as soon as he walked into the room and sighed heavily to show his resentment of being there. Kakashi, as his homeroom teacher, had walked up onto a small stage where Tsunade was joining him. There was also a young man with long, dark brown hair and pale eyes standing on the stage looking annoyed.

That would be Neji Hyuuga. Reputed genius; martial arts star; rich family; he was a legend through school –so of course he'd been selected as one of the two head boys, despite the fact that he had a major superiority complex and had a ginormous stick up his ass. Naruto grinned despite himself, remembering that the second time he'd met Neji, the two had come to blows. They'd had to be dragged apart by Kiba and Shikamaru, but since then, they'd managed to get on.

Speaking of the mutt; where was Kiba?

Something suddenly came whirling out of nowhere and barrelled into Naruto, almost knocking him to the floor.

"Naruto Uzumaki!" came the familiar gravelly crow of one Kiba Inuzuka, "Do my eyes deceive me, or did you actually get taller?"

"Get off, mutt," Naruto laughed good-naturedly, pushing the wild brunette away from him and smirking, "You haven't changed a goddamn bit!" They grasped hands for a moment.

"I'd like to think I have; maybe a little," Kiba admitted with a wicked grin, hands on hips, "Heard you straightened out; got on the side of justice and all."

"Something like that," Naruto chuckled, "You?"

"Vet," Kiba grinned, "…And father-to-be, I might add." Naruto's jaw dropped open.

"…You actually found some poor girl that would have sex with you?" he exclaimed incredulously.

"I'm hurt, really I am," Kiba smirked, gesturing over in the direction of several of the girls from their class, "There's my lucky lady…" Naruto's eyes squinted and then widened again, looking more astonished than ever.

"No way!" he exclaimed, "You knocked up Hinata Hyuuga?"

"Oh, you put it so harshly," Kiba sighed; the grin not leaving his face, "But yeah. We're getting married after the baby's born –you should've seen Neji's face when we told him."

"I'm guessing he looked a lot like that –" Naruto pointed up at the stage where Neji's signature irritated, stern expression was glaring out at the crowd snootily.

"Yeah, but with a lot more...murderous intent," the other man chuckled, "It's good to see you –I really didn't want to come, but Hinata insisted."

"I cuffed myself to the car seat," the blonde informed him flatly, causing Kiba to burst out laughing all over again, "I did not miss this place…"

"Oh come on –it wasn't so bad," Kiba shrugged, "A week here in senior year…I lost my virginity that trip."

"…You weren't the only one…" Naruto muttered from between gritted teeth. Kiba immediately winced and gave an apologetic look for bringing up sour memories.

"Oh jeez, sorry man; I forgot about that thing with Sasuke and Sakura…" he mumbled.

"Never mind," he shrugged with a sigh.

"I haven't seen her around…" Kiba remarked, peering around at their old classmates, "You think she's still with him? Sasuke, I mean?"

"Who cares?" Naruto hadn't quite sounded as indifferent as he would've liked, but Kiba apparently hadn't grown more observant in the last seven years.

"Oh hey! Shikamaru! Choji!" Kiba was suddenly darting off through the crowd again to greet a few more of their high school companions, leaving Naruto standing there alone and annoyed that he'd been at the lodge for literally fifteen minutes and was already plagued with bad memories.

He had just turned around to sneak out while no one was watching, when he abruptly almost crashed into someone. Startled from his near-collision, he looked up; right into the black, onyx eyes of Sasuke Uchiha.

Sasuke was everything Naruto hated, and everything he had ever wanted to be. He was cool; rich; popular. Women wanted him; men wanted to be him. He'd been named class president three years running and somehow managed to fit those duties in alongside his extra-curricular sports teams and stellar academics. Naruto had always been one step behind him; in schoolwork, in sports, and in love.

Senior year, Sasuke Uchiha had gotten Sakura Haruno; Naruto's high school crush of four years. To say he'd gotten her would be lying. She got him. She'd been the one chasing after him for years, but it was in senior year that he finally accepted her advances. That had been the biggest blow to Naruto ever.

Throughout high school, though he and Sasuke competed against each other in practically everything they did; Sakura had always been a no-go zone. Naruto had made it very obvious that he wanted her, and for some reason, Sasuke Uchiha had kept his distance –Naruto had even thought that maybe it was because there was some kind of weird friendship between them.

Of course, senior year had changed that.

"Sasuke," he remarked indifferently.

"Naruto," came the low purr of his name in response. Naruto looked the other man up and down, taking in the casual, yet stylish suit; raven bangs and pale skin –it was as he remembered; just older.

"I heard you became a big shot, fancy prosecutor," he commented politely.

"I heard you hunt down the criminals I put away," Sasuke replied in a flat tone that Naruto hated and just sensed was mocking him.

"Someone has to do the dirty work," Naruto remarked with a snort and a slight glare.

"Well, I'm sure grunt work is more suited to your intellectual capabilities," Sasuke's tone was not sitting well with the blonde, and he was struggling to not let that show. Then, his face curled into that superior smirk that Naruto had found infuriating seven years ago and which he found he still hated after all this time.

"I see you're still a smug bastard," he commented snidely.

" –I see you're still an idiotic loser," Sasuke retorted with a scowl.

"Say that one more time," Naruto challenged, to which the raven just raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Naruto? You still haven't grown up, have you?" he sniffed in that superior tone. Naruto, unable to stand him any longer already, was about to draw back a fist to punch the smug bastard in the face, when he felt something latch onto his arm.

Filled with a sense of dread, he turned around slowly to see Kakashi standing right behind him, having just caught a hold of his fist.

"Ten minutes in the same room as each other and they're already fighting," he sighed heavily to Kushina, who had appeared nearby to greet Mikoto Uchiha pleasantly, "Naruto; Sasuke; if I catch the two of you fighting, there will be repercussions."

"Kakashi, you haven't been our teacher in seven years; you're going to give us detention for fighting?" Naruto snorted.

"…If required," Kakashi shrugged simply, "You haven't been at school for seven years –I'm hoping you've grown up a little since then."

"Apparently not," Sasuke remarked with a small smirk.

"Sasuke Uchiha, be nice," Mikoto scolded, earning a small snigger from Naruto and a glare sent his way from the Uchiha. Kakashi clapped his hands together after releasing Naruto, having made himself clear, and wandered back up to the stage, where an annoyed Neji was now standing with the two head girls –Temari and Sakura.

"Welcome back!" Kakashi announced suddenly, causing hush to descend on the room, "Seven years ago you lot were the graduating class of Konoha High School and had your senior field trip at this very lodge. Since you were such a lovely lot back then, we arranged to have a week-long reunion here seven years later to see how you've done in life. We have the lovely principal here to say a few words."

Neji Hyuuga was fuming. He didn't show it as Tsunade stepped forward to speak, but he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck bristle as he scanned the crowd. This was just like Shikamaru; leaving him standing up there by himself with the two girls –he was probably too lazy to climb the stairs of the stage. Typical, useless head boy.

Some things never changed.

Shikamaru Nara was the other head boy. He'd been selected for the role because he had the intelligence of a genius and was loved and respected by all. Neji grimaced bitterly at the memory. Everyone loved Shikamaru.

Neji couldn't understand it himself; the guy was lazy, disorganised; perpetually late for everything and didn't have an ounce of work ethic in him. How he managed to graduate top of their class with such minimal effort was somehow beyond the Hyuuga.

And now, here he was, seven years after high school, waiting for the bloody Nara to show himself. Ah; there he was; skulking down in the back with Choji and that Kiba. Neji sent his glare towards the other man; who really looked as if he hadn't changed a bit since high school –maybe gotten a bit taller; a bit broader –but still the same jeans and t-shirt and that ridiculous ponytail. The man looked like he'd just crawled out of a trailer park, for god's sake! Unable to say anything just now, Neji settled with his patented glare and folded his arms across his chest.

Shikamaru had always had a sixth sense that told him that Neji was displeased with him. Ever since freshman year, the Hyuuga boy had always had an aura of disdain that was directed at him. Neji had always been a top-rate student; worked hard despite his natural abilities and was always the best.

Freshman year, he'd been beaten for the first time by Shikamaru; who had admittedly slept through half of their final exam, only to come out with the top grade. That was the first time Shikamaru had felt that glare upon him; and would come to know it very well over the next four years.

When the two of them had been named Head Boys, he knew he was in for a rough year. Neji was big into organising; time management; having things right and proper. Shikamaru; not so much. So he'd endured a lot of that displeased glare.

And now, even after seven years, he recognised it. Sighing, he turned to look up at the stage to indeed find Neji glaring at him; arms folded. Oh yes, he was going to be in trouble when Tsunade stopped speaking. He just shrugged, knowing that the Hyuuga was watching him carefully, and could help but grin a little at the look that he got in return.

After Tsunade's big speech about helping them to all reconnect; and an announcement that violence (with specific reference to Naruto) would be punishable, she declared that the remainder of the afternoon before dinner was for finding their assigned rooms and getting reacquainted with one another.

"Reacquainted with each other?" Naruto snorted as he came up to Shikamaru and Kiba, "…Isn't that what this whole thing is meant to be about?"

"Supposedly," Shikamaru shrugged, "It's rather troublesome."

"Of course it's rather troublesome," came the haughty tones of Neji Hyuuga as he stalked over to greet them, "Too troublesome to join us up on the stage?"

"Wouldn't want to steal your thunder, Hyuuga," Shikamaru remarked with a small smirk.

" –After all, he did for most of high school…" Kiba snickered, and then remembered that he was speaking to the rather overprotective cousin of his wife-to-be. A cool glare from Neji silenced him.

"It's been a while," Shikamaru admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "How've you been? I heard from Tenten that you're working at your family's law firm?"

"Indeed," Neji replied, not surprised that he'd heard; the Hyuuga in Law, law firm was particularly famous; level with the Uchiha firm. He worked as a defence attorney and often tackled high profile cases, "And you, Mr Nara? I hear you dropped out of engineering…No surprises there."

"Indeed," Shikamaru echoed his words, "I do recall you often expressed your opinion that I wasn't suited to the work required for engineering…" Neji smirked, "…Oh, and by the way, it's 'Doctor'."

"Excuse me?" Neji frowned.

" –Doctor Nara," Shikamaru corrected with a shrug, "Sorry, my mum's been training me to correct people." Neji looked at him blankly as though not understanding, "…I'm a surgeon."

"You're a what?"

"…I thought you'd be pleased to know that you were so right about engineering not being right for me," Shikamaru replied simply, clapping Neji on the shoulder, "…So good to see you, Neji. It's nice to know you haven't changed a bit." He headed off with the sniggering Kiba and Naruto, leaving Neji standing there in his suit rather unable to believe his ears.

The lazy asshole was a surgeon? After sleeping his way through high school, he'd gone on to gain one of the most respected jobs in the country? And Neji had half expected him to drop out and live off government benefits for his life –he'd never expected Shikamaru to have a job; let alone a respectable one. Adjusting his suit, he went to collect the key for his room.

Naruto had a terrible, horrible feeling when he received his room key. It was room number seven –a room he remembered rather well. He'd dropped Kiba off at room eight which he was sharing with Shino; just like old times, and was standing outside the ajar door of room seven.

As soon as he pushed open the door, his very fears became reality. Sitting on one of the single beds, there was a certain Uchiha, organizing his clothes and putting them into drawers. Naruto bit his lip, looking over at the other side of the room; where seven years ago there had been a pair of bunk beds.

He shivered at the memory, and wandered over to his own bed, setting his bag down in silence. His parents had departed half an hour ago with the Uchihas –the two wives demanding a catch up sometime –leaving him to socialise with the rest of his class. It was, he admitted, nice to see some of them again, and he'd learnt that Sasuke and Sakura had broken up five years ago –not that he really wanted to speak to either of them.

And now, here he was; just like senior camp; sharing a room with the bastard. Kakashi had no doubt planned this –probably another of his futile plans to force them to get along –the man had tried for four years without success; obviously he was still trying.

Without a word between them, the two men unpacked their things and returned to the main hall.