Disclaimer: I don't own it. Just this super cool story. You know, just sayin'.

So... I just found something out the other day; that Just Like Heroin, this very fan fiction, is number one in reviews under the SasuNaru rated M category. I was so stunned by that, I couldn't believe it. I knew this story meant a lot to you guys, but I didn't realize how much. So being pretty much inspired by the love, I decided to give you all the gift of re-written chapters! Filled with more drama, more action, more comedy... and best of all, more lovin' between our two favorite boys!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Here's a few songs I listened to while writing this chapter.

Fracx- In Your Memory

DJ Okawari- Flower Dance

Kreayshawn- Gucci Gucci

Dedicated to Olivia, the absolute love of my life.

JUST LIKE HEROIN

Chapter One: Keeping it Even

A bubble-gum haired girl leaned against the closed gates of Wal-Mart's Subway, her emerald eyes quickly scanning the rather large (and messy) eating area. Her lips lifted into a joyous, glossy smile as realization dawned upon her and she spun around so quickly she almost slipped and fell, a finger pointing at one of the front cash registers.

"Naaaaruto, guess what? Cleaning job is on you tonight!" she cheered while pumping a fist in the air.

A rather tall blond pouted from his position behind register three, his unruly hair stuck up in all directions and cerulean eyes instantly going into puppy mode. Sakura almost cooed at him, as if he were a newborn who needed coddled. Poor baby hated cleaning duty, she knew that for sure, but oh well. The bum should know his baby face wouldn't work on her forever.

"But Sakura-chan," Naruto sauntered over from his station and reached out to take the girl's hand, pulling it up to his lips and placing a kiss on each knuckle, "how am I supposed to pick Silo up if I don't leave on time?"

Sakura scoffed at him, yanking her hand back and swatting at him as if he were a pesky fly. Not only did the baby face not work, but the play-boy charm didn't either. Years of built tolerance, she guessed.

"Using your son to get your way again? That's nothing new," she teased.

Ignoring the jab, Naruto whined.

"Do you know what I told him before I dropped him off this morning? I told him as soon as I picked him up, we would go to the pet store. You want to know why?" he leaned in, forehead almost touching hers and eyes wide in anticipation of her reply. He grunted when she shoved him away playfully.

"Oh, I don't know," Sakura rolled her eyes, "to get him a college loan? I get it, dummy. Just go and you can take cleaning duty for me all next week. Damn you, being able to pull the 'I have a kid I love' card."

The smile that crossed Naruto's face could put the sun to shame. With a loud 'whoop!', he pulled off his navy uniform shirt to reveal a black wife beater underneath and swung the article of clothing over his shoulder. Sakura reveled in the sight, not ashamed in the slightest that she found her friend attractive. Who didn't?

She even had a theory that anyone who met the blond would either want to fuck him or marry him.

The male had the figure of Channing Tatum, but with a little less bulk. He had Magic Mike written all over him, with his six-pack abs, strong biceps, and skin the color of burnt caramel. With a knack for always wearing tight t-shirts and low-hanging cargo shorts, Naruto was definitely a sight to behold. It was almost like meeting God. Well, not exactly like meeting God, but pretty close.

But if any one of his friends were to be asked which part of him they liked the best, everyone would give a unanimous decision: his endless blue eyes. Er, everyone except Hirota Sai, one of Naruto's closest friends. What was his favorite thing about the bright ball of sunshine? "His penis," was always his reply. Joke or not, it was still weird.

"Hey, brat," a gruff voice behind the two called. It was the store's head manager, Jiraiya; an older man with even older-looking white hair pulled back into a long ponytail. He had a thick, black binder in his grasp and stared at his employees with exhaustion. Wal-Mart was in no way a walk-in-the-park company and he was very ready to go home and pass out with a bottle of gin in one hand. "Before you rush off to pick up your little Kuma-chan, you have to sign for your holiday bonus. Forget about it?"

Naruto's eyes widened into big, blue saucers as he took the pen offered to him and signed his name in the binder quickly. Looking to the left of his signature, he saw his bonus amount and his jaw almost hit the floor. Not only had he forgotten about the bonus, but he'd forgotten how awesome it was supposed to be. Five-hundred buck-a-roos added on to his normal check of four-hundred and fifty-something... it looked like he and his son would be having the best Christmas in years.

"You look like you're going to faint!" Sakura laughed and smacked her friend on the back. "Make sure you get Silo something nice, 'kay? Now get going, it's almost eight-thirty and everything closes at nine."

Her words snapped the blond back to reality and he saluted the two of them before grabbing his bonus check and jogging to the front kiosk to clock out. He then bid his farewells to the night-shift co-workers and ran out through the grocery store entrance to his beat-up red Chevy. Unlocking the door and climbing in without hitting the neighboring car, he revved up the engine, backed up, and was out of the parking lot in a flash.

He apologized to Mother Earth as coiling smoke sputtered from his tail-pipe and mumbled a promise of getting a more environmentally friendly vehicle as soon as he could afford one. If things kept up at work, he could possibly be looking forward to a raise in the upcoming weeks and having the money to get a better used car than his piece of junk. He loved Chachi (don't make fun of her name), he really did, but she looked ready to keel over any day now.

Not only that, but the apartment he and his son were currently staying in was not cutting it. Just the other day, Naruto found black mold in their bathroom. Since Silo was deathly allergic to it and maintenance didn't seem to give two shits, it looked like a new change of address would be in order.

Naruto heaved a long, drawn-out sign and ran fingers through his messy hair. Wal-Mart was definitely not the job to have if he needed to afford all of this, but without a college degree and with the economy being so terrible, he'd have to do his best with what he had. For right now, he'd focus on getting a new car so he could get to work and his son could get to school and after-care, then work on new living arrangements. Ugh, no one was joking when they said being a single, young parent was hard.

"This is what you get for whipping your dick out on the first date, Uzumaki," he grumbled to himself.

Arriving at the after-school care center ten minutes later, Naruto hopped out of his truck, slammed the door shut and jogged to the front door to let himself in. Peeking down the long hallway littered in finger-paintings, he spotted his son with a few of his friends in the toy room, all sitting together on a bright red rug while trying to put together what looked like a thousand piece puzzle.

Naruto was about to call out to get the boy's attention, but a smaller woman came up behind him and called to her little sister, waving a hand to her with a pretty smile on her face. All of the kids in the room said good-bye to their play-mate, then noticed Naruto standing in the hall. One boy nudged Silo's shoulder, whispering something to him. In an instant, the small child shot up, grabbed his back pack and ran to meet his dad with the largest grin on his face.

"Chichiue!" Silo greeted him happily.

"Sorry I'm late, kiddo. Work held me up, but we'll just go ahead and say it's all Sakura-chan's fault, okay?"

The boy laughed and grabbed his dad's hand, gripping tightly with small fingers. He looked just like his mother in all aspects, from his blueish-black hair and fair skin to his dimples and almond-shaped eyes. Even his personality was similar to his mom's. The only thing that let other people know he was Naruto's was his sky blue eyes.

"I forgive you," Silo walked hand-in-hand with Naruto to their truck and climbed in to his back car-seat with ease. While he was being buckled in, he reached up and tugged on a lock of the man's sunflower-kissed hair, smiling. "Are we still going to the pet store?"

"Yep!" Naruto replied. "You get to pick out whatever you want, just no... snakes," he cleared his throat.

Silo blinked.

"How come?" he questioned, curious.

"Just respect your father's wishes."

"But my friend has one. I think he said it was a corn snake? I kind of wanted one," the boy pressed.

"No."

"But-"

"Silo, if I let you get a snake I can't guarantee that it will live for more than one hour. I will admit that I'm deathly afraid of any slithery creatures and when a man admits to his fears that means you should respect that," Naruto tried to sound serious, but looked terribly embarrassed while doing so.

"You're weird," Silo giggled. "Fine, no snake. How about a tiger?"

"No tiger, those are illegal and I don't think you can get anything bigger than a dog in a pet store, anyway."

"Hm... a monkey?"

A sigh. "Silo, where would we keep a monkey in our apartment?"

"I'll just stick with a puppy, then," the child wiggled around in his car seat. "Hurry, the store's gonna close!"

Naruto rolled his eyes before jumping into the truck.

Kids. Sheesh.

….

…..

Standing beside a Cinnabon inside the visitor area of the Dulles International Airport was a silver-haired gentleman with a medical mask covering his face from the nose down. He was flipping through an orange book, one good eye scanning every page thoroughly, brows lifted in amusement at whatever he was reading. He was too engrossed in his literature to notice passing children pointing and staring, their mothers hushing them and telling them not to be rude.

He didn't even notice someone stop in front of him until he heard them clear their throat. Sparing a glance, the man chuckled.

"Welcome to the states, Sasuke."

"This airport is nothing like the one in Narita," the man commented with a quick glance over the crowd.

He lifted his sunglasses up to rest on the top of his raven hair, long bangs being pushed behind his ears. On his lithe frame, he wore an Emporio Armani jacket with a gray cardigan, blue wool trousers, and derby-style crock-print shoes the color of chocolate. If he was trying to attract attention, he was succeeding. Hundreds of people were looking his way and whispering. Unfortunately, he'd wanted the opposite effect.

"Exactly what we wanted," the other man's mask crinkled from a smile. "Though, your state of dress is drawing a few too many eyes. I thought the Uchiha family were masters of subtlety."

Sasuke scowled.

"Jokes aside, Kakashi, I expect that you're the only one who will know of my location for the next few weeks?"

"No one will be bothering you," Kakashi replied bemusedly. "I do, however, believe that the news of your disappearance will spread like wild fire. I can see the headlines now: 'Uchiha Sasuke, world famous actor, disappears over night'," he held back a chuckle. "Imagine your brother's reaction."

Sasuke snorted and began his walk to the luggage belt a few feet away. He reached out and took his single black suitcase, but Kakashi pulled it away to hold it himself. He nodded his head and the raven resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"My brother knows I'll be gone, he just doesn't know where."

"Well," Kakashi began, "all I can say is that I hope you enjoy your time here. I've called Kiba and he's prepared a room for you, but he wanted me to mention that if we arrive too late we'll have to sleep in the rental car."

"I thought I was staying in a hotel," Sasuke raised a plucked brow.

"I'd informed Kiba of your stay in the U.S. and he was very happy to spend time with an old friend, so he offered up a room. I wasn't going to deny someone who seemed so... excited to see you. How often does that happen?" the joke was good-natured.

Despite the jab, the Uchiha began his walk to the parking lot. He placed his sunglasses back over his eyes to hide his face from the people around him, in case anyone outside of the airport recognized him. He'd wanted a vacation from all of the spot light and finally he was about to have one; the first in two years. He could practically feel all of the tension and stress melt from his muscles and he released a small, relieved sigh.

"I think it would be nice to stay with him, since I haven't seem him in so long."

Kakashi sped up to stay in step with the other man, continuing to smile beneath his mask.

"Now, I know this is your time off, but I think it would be best for you to think about who you'd like to co-star with you in your upcoming film. I've brought a file filled with who your brother suggests, another with who you've been looking at, and a final one with actors who've shown interest in working with you. Or maybe you'll find a handsome American man to fill the role while you're here?"

Sasuke snorted at his manager.

"I'm sure," he said sarcastically.

…

…

"Chichiue, the doors are locked..."

Silo tugged on the doors to the local Petsmart, but they wouldn't budge. The happy expression he'd been wearing the entire drive there slipped off of his face immediately. He was trying not to whine, but he was failing miserably, tears swelling up in his eyes. Letting go of the door handles, he turned and latched onto his father's leg, burying his face in his hip.

Naruto smoothed his hand over his boy's hair, pressing his forehead against the glass of the door to look inside. The lights were not yet off since it'd just turned nine o'clock and employees were bustling around, cleaning, restocking, and preparing the animals for the night. He knocked a few times, but no one paid him any mind. They either couldn't hear him or they were being ass holes. Naruto was leaning toward the latter of the two.

"What place closes exactly at nine? Dammit," he sighed and looked down at Silo, the boy on the verge of crying. "I'm sorry, musuko (1)."

Silo sniffed quietly and wiped at his eyes. "It's okay," he mumbled, voice trembling, "we can come back some other time, right?"

The blond bent down and pulled his son into a bear hug, giving him a playful noogie.

"I'm sorry I suck as a dad," he apologized.

The little crow buried his face against the man's shoulder, then shook his head.

"Nuh-uh, you're the best."

…

…

"Gucci Gucci Louis Louis Fendi Fendi Prada! Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't eve-" (2)

Sasuke took one look at the ID flashing on his touch screen, tapped to accept the call and put it on speaker. Tossing a heated glare in the driver's direction, he reminded himself to do something about his ring tone later. He didn't even know how Kakashi had gotten a hold of his phone to change it in the first place.

"Hello, Inuzuka. Too excited to wait for me? I'm only ten minutes away."

His friend snorted on the other end of the line.

"As if, Uchiha, don't flatter yourself. I'm one of those select people who don't want in your pants."

Sasuke smirked.

"And you're one of those select people I don't want in my pants. Is there a reason you're calling?"

"Che, same old bastard. Heh. But hey, I called to ask if you could do me a solid."

"A what?"

Kakashi leaned over a bit while driving, "A solid is what young people call a favor these days."

Kiba laughed on the other end.

"What the old man said. I need you to pick up some scratch feed and Ol' Roy's dog food from the Petsmart near where I live; fifty pound bags for both. Akamaru is driving me up the wall because he's hungry and I wasn't able to run out this afternoon like usual. You mind?"

Sasuke crossed his legs and ran a thumb over the tip of his shoe, not too thrilled with the sudden errand.

"Don't you think the store will be closed? It's late."

"I know it's closed, but it just hit nine, so it wouldn't have been closed for long. Just use your celebrity charm on whatever cute girl or flamboyant boy works there. I've seen the 'Look' in person and it's crazy effective."

Sasuke sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Text me the address and I'll log it into my phone."

"Thanks, man. See you later."

Sasuke hung up and patiently waited for Kiba's text, narrowing his eyes in Kakashi's direction.

"So, about my ring tone."

…

…

Lifting the upset little boy into his arms, Naruto thought of whatever he could do to cheer him up. It was getting pretty late and he had work early in the morning (not to mention Silo had school), but he couldn't just let him go to bed upset. Maybe a trip back to Wal-Mart to grab him a toy? Ice cream?

"How about we go grab a carton of ice cream from my work, huh? Any flavor you want," he suggested.

Wiping at his eyes, Silo nodded cutely. "Pumpkin ice cream?"

"We'll eat 'til we're sick," Naruto grinned and lifted the boy into the air, wiggling his fingers against his sides.

Laughing loudly, Silo put on a million-dollar smile. "Thank you, Chichiue. You're the greatest."

Naruto's heart squeezed tightly in his chest at that. He ruffled Silo's hair and carried him to the truck while naming off all the different types of ice cream he could have. Peanut butter? Double fudge brownie? Maybe even triple chocolate moose tracks? All he knew was that he wanted something unhealthy.

Opening the car door, Naruto was about to push the driver's seat forward to let Silo crawl into the back, but the high beams of a car blinded him and sent him stumbling back. Silo squeaked in his arms and gripped onto his shoulders tightly, shrieking a 'hey' rather loudly. With a couple of exaggerated blinks, Naruto managed to fix his vision a bit and eyed the sleek, black car that parked a few spaces in front of him. He was sure the driver hadn't meant to blind him, but the urge to flip him or her off didn't subside in the least.

"You okay?" Silo asked.

Naruto grumbled a 'yes' in reply, watching a raven-haired man step out of the passenger seat of the vehicle. He was lifting his sunglasses up to the top of his head while talking to the silver-haired driver who got out a moment later. The younger of the two looked like he was about ready to trample some kittens, his brows knitted together in a way Naruto was sure would leave stress lines in the future. A finger was pointing at the front doors of the pet store, the driver replying to his irritation with a hearty chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders.

Not sparing a single glance in the blond's way, the nameless brood approached the closed store and knocked until he finally received the attention of one of the associates. The small brunette that Naruto could see from his truck had the most surprised expression on her face as she ran to the door, immediately unlocking it with her set of keys and greeting her visitor with pink dusted on her cheeks.

As soon as he saw the girl mouth a 'please, come in," Naruto was holding Silo close and booking it to catch up before the door was shut behind them. The associate gave him a frightened look and stumbled back so she wouldn't get mowed over if he couldn't stop in time. He was sure he looked like he was ready to stab someone, but he hoped the fact that he was holding a small child in his arms made them perceive him as less of a threat. But, you know, it could also have the opposite effect.

"Excuse me!" he skid to a stop beside the pale-skinned man and grinned in apology when two startled, obsidian eyes flashed to him. "I was knocking just a few minutes ago and I don't think anyone heard me, but I promised my son that I'd let him pick out a -"

"I'm very sorry, sir, but we're currently closed," the brunette tutted quickly, cutting him off.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure you let this dude in even though you're closed," Naruto pointed beside him.

Said 'dude' tossed him a sour look. Naruto only continued on.

"Please let me in for, like, five minutes if you're letting this guy in too," he pleaded.

"I want a kitten," Silo piped up suddenly, wearing an adorable smile and clutching onto his dad's shirt.

"Sure, musuko, you can have one as soon as this nice lady lets us in," Naruto flashed his own brilliant smile, "right, beautiful?" he tried on his charm and the man beside him almost- ALMOST- rolled his eyes.

The employee was about to speak before the nameless man beat her to it.

"Let him in; he's with me."

Two sets of eyes stared at him.

Naruto's smile stretched from ear to ear, cerulean eyes sparkling under the store's florescent lighting.

"What, um, he said," he let his son down and watched him run inside excitedly, the kid scanning every nook and cranny for wherever they held the adoptable cats.

"Er, right. If you need need any help, I'll be behind a register," the worker sounded exhausted, sending a glare in the father's direction. She let her mood slip away for a split second, though, to wink at the raven before heading to the front of the store, explaining the situation with another co-worker who looked a bit baffled.

"Thank you so much," Naruto nodded his head in his savior's direction. "The name's Naruto."

"Charmed," Sasuke's rich voice spoke in reply, a smirk reaching his lips. "O namae wa Sasuke desu."

"Oh ho! Anotha brotha from Japan," Naruto laughed. "Sorry, but my Japanese is a little rusty; I haven't been back there in years. You know, as soon as I saw you I pegged you as a Kyouya for some reason... Sasuke fits you much better, though."

Sasuke lifted his brows.

"I would hope so, it is my name."

"Chichiue!" Silo cried, jumping up and down at the end of an aisle. "Chichiue, come here! I found the kitty I want!"

"Coming!" Naruto called back before smiling again at Sasuke. "I really appreciate you helping me out; I owe you one. Drop by the Guilford Drive Wal-Mart some time and I'll hook you up with a little somethin' somethin'," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before saluting and heading off in the direction of his impatient son.

"Interesting," Sasuke mumbled to himself while finally beginning his search for dog food and chicken feed. "I could be wrong, but I believe I was propositioned by a complete stranger."

Glancing to his left once he made it to the final aisle of the store, the man spotted poultry feed on sale and stooped down to hoist it over his shoulder. He was definitely not a body builder in any way, but he had enough muscle to carry both of the bags he needed with only a minor grimace. Walking back three more aisles, he noticed the dog food he'd missed and scanned all of the products before lifting an Ol Roy's 50 pound sack onto his other shoulder, his arms straining a bit as he moved to the open register. The brunette there gave him a sugary sweet smile and she happily scanned his bags while complimenting him on his strength.

"The total is $24.58," the cashier cooed, obviously lovestruck. She batted mascara-thickened eyelashes at him.

Sasuke silently cursed his lack of free hands at the moment, but before he could toss one of the bags onto the conveyer belt to pull out his wallet, a tanned hand tossed two crumbled up bills onto the metal bagging area. He looked behind him and saw Naruto standing there with a dopey grin on his face.

"Now we're even," he said while placing cat food, cat toys, a crate, and litter onto the conveyer belt.

The raven contained a brief upturn of lips, nodding his head instead.

"Thank you," he watched as the blond's son held his new cat in his arms, practically beaming, "and I hope you have fun with your new pet."

Silo blinked and stared up at the much taller adult with big, blue eyes. He grinned, exactly like his dad.

"I will!"

Sasuke told the employee to toss his receipt in the trash, but as he went to exit the store he saw her tuck it in her pocket. He forbid himself from imagining what she was going to do with it, past experiences having taught him a lesson or two. Yawning silently, he stepped out into the warm darkness and was met by a patiently waiting Kakashi, the man standing by the sliding doors with outstretched arms. Not needing to be told twice, Sasuke dropped one bag from his shoulder and let Kakashi take it.

"I saw what you did for that young man and his son. How unlike you," Kakashi teased.

"I'm too tired to deal with you right now," Sasuke grumbled. "Let's just get to Kiba's."

Kakashi chuckled as they headed to their rental car, popping the trunk with his set of keys.

"Yes, sir."

To be continued...

(1)- Musuko means son in Japanese.

(2)- This is totally Sasuke's song. Artist and song name is in the author's note above.

Alright, so in addition to my author's note, I'm going to just mention some stuff down here for those of you interested. I'm not just "fixing up" these chapters, I'm actually planning on doing some re-writing to make everything flow a little better and to keep out unimportant information and sentences that just have no business being there lol. I'm sure you've noticed that most of this chapter was completely re-written, with majority of the useless crap chopped out. If you have any suggestions on what you'd like to see taken out or added in, let me know in a review or PM me. Either works!

Thank you and review!