The Chemicals Between Us

A/N: Rae- So Dom's off sleeping >> and I'm here to post another chapter to ya. Hope you like this, i think it could count as a filler XD

The Chemicals Between Us

Sasuke looked over at Shikaku as the limo made another turn, this time onto Tsume's block.

"Please tell me she didn’t..."

"We are just picking her up."

Sasuke turned to the door which was opened as soon as the car stopped. The brunette had hustled out of her house grinning wildly as she jogged to the car and slipped inside.

"Oi, Sasuke," she greeted. "So I found a house for you, but until the movers get your things, you'll be staying with me."

"I need to go back to that house, and get a few things.... "

Tsume instantly furrowed her brows, shooting a look over the Uchiha to raise a brow at Shikaku. "You're not going back in that house," she said flatly.

"I have to get them, I'm sure you over looked them." Sasuke caught the disapproving look he was getting from the woman. "I'll be fine. I'm a big boy, Tsume."

"Just go in with him if you're worried..." Shikaku said as the woman got comfortable in the plush leather seat.

She snorted, crossing her legs as the driver shut the door and went around to his end to start the car. "Shikaku, you go in, I'm sure he's told you everything." Tsume huffed, slightly hurt by the fact she wasn’t the one Sasuke opened up to.

The youngest looked over at Tsume as they pulled away from the curb.

"Alright." The male brunette replied.

They rode in silence until the limo turned onto Sasuke's street and the raven turned to stare out the window.

"Have they gone through and cleaned yet?" He asked not turning to look at Tsume.

"Mostly," she said, avoiding the boy's gaze. "I was in there to get some of your things. It still smells."

The car rolled to a stop. "I won’t be long."

Sasuke opened the door before the driver could get around to the side he looked up at the rather short man was suddenly reminded Jin as he pulled himself out of the dark vehicle. Shikaku climbed out of the car after Sasuke, carefully watching the younger as they walked up the long path to the front door, Sasuke pushed the yellow tape up and out of the way, ducking under it as the broken door swung open easily.

Shikaku shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing around the practically empty house. The lights were off, but the shades were up, providing enough light to navigate though the rooms. They passed the kitchen and the elder man found his that his gaze was caught by the cracked marble that Itachi had shot at.

He sighed dully, following after the younger man as they slowly climbed the stairs. Instantly he became aware of the smell Tsume had been talking about. Sex, blood, and sweat were a mixture impossible to miss.

Sasuke didn't change his expression, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he could smell it too. He pushed open the bedroom door and immediately walked to the desk quickly starting to rummaged through the drawers.

He pulled out a few papers that weren't his before heading over to the bed which had been stripped of the sheets and pillows but the large red stain in the middle of the mattress was unmistakable.

Shikaku stared at the mess, crinkling his nose in disgust as he sighed, sliding his gaze back to Sasuke. "Are you almost done here?"

"Almost." Sasuke moved his eyes over the bed stand, seeing a face down frame he didn't remember. Picking up the wood frame, he looked the picture over, seeing two faces he wasn't used to and one he was.

"Grab those papers on the desk, would you?" Sasuke said over his shoulder as he pulled open the nightstand.

He found a stack of more pictures, some were of Iruka and his parents and some were of what he assumed to be students. At the bottom there were a few pictures of Sasuke and Itachi and then one picture of his mother. Sasuke growled and picked up the stack, slamming the drawer closed.

"Alright. Let's go." Sasuke turned around, holding onto the frame and the loose photographs, a few of them had singed edges and the frame still smelled of gasoline.

Shikaku looked around, picturing what the boy had told him about what happened. He had been standing in bathroom for the past few minutes, taking in the broken window and the small spots of blood someone had overlooked.

"Are you sure you want to leave so soon?" he asked in a lazy drawl, wondering if the younger wanted to deal with this.

Sasuke walked up behind Shikaku, looking over the bathroom. "There's not anything I haven't seen." He answered. "They should just tear down the house."

The younger turned, catching his reflection in the broken mirror. He clenched is jaw before turning around the rest of the way. "I'll get those papers."

The Nara gave a sigh and placed a heavy hand on the younger's shoulder, unable to provide more comfort than that. He walked over to the stack and straightened them sharply against the desk before staring at the bed again.

"You should stay at Tsume's for a while," he said. "Being around..."

Damn it, he didn't want to say 'a mother figure'. "…someone like her might help."

"I don't need looking after." Sasuke walked up behind Shikaku. "I just want to forget it."

"It's not something you can forget," the older man drawled. "As much as you want to."

"I know." Sasuke headed out of the room. "Its something he'll pay for too."

Shikaku sighed, not really able to muster the energy at the moment to argue further. He followed Sasuke down the stairs, willing himself to at least give it a last ditch effort.

"If you don't stay with Tsume for at least a week, I'll tell her you cried."

Sasuke stopped and turned. "I didn't cry and you know it...." He glared. The elder man stood stock still and simply stared.

"Fine." Sasuke turned back around and walked outside, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

The two men were already walking down the path to the waiting car. Shikaku gave a sly grin, "Good."

"I knew he got it from you." Sasuke said as they climbed back into the limo.

"I got it from his mother," the older man retorted as he slid in next.

Tsume looked over, instantly inspecting Sasuke like she expected him to be a wailing mass of tears she could cuddle into her lap and comfort.

"Don't even..." Sasuke started but saw the look he was getting from the busty woman.

"I'm not..." he started again but had made the simple mistake of sitting next to Tsume who instantly pulled him into a tight hug.

The brunette petted the younger man happily, glancing over at Shikaku who wisely pressed himself as close as he could to the opposite door. Tsume pressed Sasuke's face into her bosom, stroking his back comfortingly.

"Tsume, I'm fine." Sasuke's voice was muffled.

"He's gonna stay with you...." Shikaku said flatly in a semi attempt to help Sasuke.

The brunette grinned wildly, only hugging Sasuke tighter. "Good! I wasn't going to let you go anyway!"

"I will look for a new house while I'm there, and I'm sure Neji and Sai are going to keep me at the office for a few days..." Sasuke managed to turn his head so that he could speak more clearly. "Where are we going anyway?"

Tsume continued holding the Uchiha close, but not squishing him like she had been. "A late lunch," she said. "Chouza and Inoichi are already waiting."

Sasuke was greeted with a hug from the large man. "I'm glad you're staying with us! Chouza said happily before releasing Sasuke from the embrace, the younger straightened out his coat again before taking a seat between Chouza and Shikaku.

Tsume grinned roguishly. "That's right, Chouza moved in with me. You'll be around Kiba and Chouji while you're with us."

"Can't I stay with you?" Sasuke turned to Shikaku. "Your wife isn't so bad... "

The Nara widened his eyes. "...she's much worse than you can imagine."

"I'd take my chances..." Sasuke glanced over at Tsume who was already ordering drinks for everyone.

Shikaku started to agree, but one glare from the busty woman had him cowed out of instinct. "Sorry kid," he muttered, avoiding Tsume's wrath.

Sasuke sighed and picked up the glass of ice water in front of him and drank it, knowing he couldn't drink while being on pain meds.

The dinner went by faster than he thought it would with no one making any comments toward what had happened. He was grateful for that and the comfortable atmosphere. The men didn’t treat him any different and after a few drinks and Tsume stopped coddling him.

It felt normal, but awkward at the same time. It was strange for things to just go back to how they were after all that he’d been through. As foolish as it sounded Sasuke kept expecting to wake up either to find that he was still in Itachi’s clutches, or to realize that he had dreamed up the whole thing and was sleeping in Iruka’s bed.

That was another thing he couldn’t shake. While his old friends laughed and chatted around him, he found himself pulling away. He read over the menu like he was considering ordering something else, instead only thinking what dishes Iruka would probably like. When his gaze flicked to the Dutch Double Chocolate Cake he couldn’t stop the slight smirk that forced it’s way onto his lips.

He’d have to make it up to the smaller man when he was released. It bothered him that he had missed Iruka’s birthday and he was starting to hold a grudge against Anko even though he knew she was trying to act in Iruka’s best interest.

He went over the conversation he’d had with Iruka at the hospital earlier, wondering how the smaller man was doing now. Of course these thoughts brought him to whether or not the brunette could handle the trauma.

While they’d talked, Sasuke had noticed how withdrawn the professor was. He smiled and talked almost like normal, but there was a constant nervousness about him now that just couldn’t be hidden. The Uchiha could handle it. He knew he could. He’d been through it before and he wondered vaguely if it would be for the last time.

And yes, so had Iruka, but Itachi had to be vastly different from Mizuki.

Sasuke glanced up to pretend to be paying attention to the conversation. He wanted to see Iruka to make sure the brunette didn’t relate him to Mizuki. He didn’t think he would be able to handle that.

Inoichi brought him back from his dark thoughts with a few questions about where he was thinking about moving to and how long he thought he would stay home from work. Sasuke tried not to drift back into his own thoughts anymore, instead focusing as much as he could on the conversation that was going on at the table.

Chouza and he both had to bring a drunken Tsume home though she sobered a bit on the way back. She leaned on Sasuke’s shoulder in the back of the car while Chouza apologized for the mess the woman had made on the driver’s shoes.

They made it back to the large house with little incident, the two males helping the wild brunette inside.

“Chouji and Kiba are probably already asleep,” Chouza said quietly as they made their way into the kitchen.

Sasuke nodded even though a glance at the wall clock told the time only to be one in the morning. He walked to the fridge to pour Tsume a glass of orange juice as the woman groaned loudly behind him, sitting down at the table.

The kitchen was an open space, so he could fully see the living room and entryway from his position. Sasuke turned around to hand over the drink, pausing for a moment when he saw two faces pressed against one of the large windows, blinking widely at him.

Sasuke, Chouji, and Kiba stared at each other through the plane of glass for a few minutes before the raven haired man shook himself and handed over the orange juice. Chouza was talking lovingly to the wobbling brunette who was insisting that she had left her panties on the roof and needed to get them.

The younger man looked over his shoulder to watch as Kiba and Chouji eased the window open like they were government agents on a top secret mission. Kiba landed in a crouched position, instantly rolling behind the couch like he’d done this many times before.

Chouji was less graceful and fell through. Luckily Tsume laughed loudly at the same time and the noise was muffled.

The large boy stood up, brushing himself off before looking over at his father, nervously biting his lip. He tapped his fingers against his jeans, looking like he was going to confess where they’d been even though they hadn’t been discovered yet, looking immensely guilty.

Kiba tackled Chouji to the ground as his mother laughed again, throwing his weight into it as he dragged the other boy behind the couch. Sasuke raised his brow as the brunette managed to jerk his larger friend around the living room and up the wide staircase with his hand clamped over Chouji’s mouth.

Chouza looked over at Sasuke, “Oh, the boys’ rooms are upstairs, there’s another on the right of Chouji’s that’s empty. Please try not to wake them.”

Tsume snorted like she knew something. “And the dogs are outside so you don’t have to worry about them tonight.” She glanced lazily up at Sasuke.


Dark eyes moved around quickly as they scanned the all but familiar hall way, small hands held tightly to the railing of the staircase as bare feet padded across the lush carpeting. Everything looked bigger now and he was unsure why.

Sharp brows furrowed into a scowl that matched the one on his lips. "Mom? ...Dad?"

His voice was alien to him, younger but not too young. "Mom! Dad!" Panic.

He opened the door to his and his brother’s room at the lavish summer home his family owned. He was suddenly confused... this was the right dream, the right nightmare that he had millions of times after finding his whole family murdered... but where was the blood, the bodies?

Younger Sasuke continued on. “Mom? Dad?” His voice changed again, it was deeper, almost the same as it was now, but not quite.

He pushed open the next door; his hand was suddenly larger than before. The cuff to a well pressed suit coat slipped smoothly over his wrist before he dropped his hand, noticing that he had on shoes before the large red streak of blood staining the peach carpet caught his eye.

He took a step, looking back up and seeing the edge of his parent’s bed. The comforter was askew and stained with a milky calf hanging lifelessly over the edge of the bed. He blinked and quickly it all changed.

He was standing in his bedroom staring down at his own blood soaked bed. The pale leg that had been his mothers was now a deep honey. The same, but much older, dark eyes quickly scanned the bed, the walls, and the room, anything that they could take in. The sound of his own breathing echoed in his head as he reached out for the deep red comforter covering up what he already knew was there.

“…Iruka…” He pulled the cover away and he was gone.

There was a loud noise behind him and Sasuke turned.

“Hello, Little Brother.” Itachi smirked before Kisame’s toothy grin appeared as well as the sharp pain of getting hit in the side of the head with a gun. “See you soon.”

Sasuke’s body jerked awake but he was unable to move. His arms and legs pinned. The sun was bright on his face against the darkness he was just lucid in. He groaned in discomfort before closing his eyes, willing whatever it was he couldn’t see to let him move.


When Chouji passed by the open doorway of the room Sasuke had taken up residence in, he didn't look twice. After all, the dogs loved to lay on that bed every chance they got, why should now be any different?

Had he looked a bit closer while passing instead of trying to decide which bagel he should eat first, he would have noticed a pale hand clenching and flexing in effort to dislodge the literal dog pile.

Kuromaru, Tsume's prized breeding dog, lifted his great black head, looking slightly lopsided with his missing right eye and left ear. The wolfish dog yawned widely, shifting slightly to pool more of his heavy weight over the twitching man beneath him.

Akamaru rolled onto his side, lying across Sasuke's legs as he licked his chops, dreaming of that steak Kiba promised him last night in return for not barking and alerting his mother to his early morning return. Five more dogs were piled onto various limbs, none of them yet having grown to the enormous size the other two possessed.

Sasuke growled in frustration. At first he wasn't sure if it was the dogs or if he was still dreaming, it wasn't until he felt the two larger animals move that he knew what was pinning him to the bed.

"KIBA! Get your damn dogs off me!" Sasuke yelled though he slightly muffled and completely unaware of Chouji standing in the doorway. "Akamaru, Kuromaru.... get off me...."

Sasuke moved his feet feeling the white fur of Kiba's best friend brushing against his toes.

"I'll get you the largest steaks...."

Neither dog moved and Sasuke stilled with a sigh, knowing he wasn't going to get out of the bed for a while. He closed his eyes, trying once more in vain to get free.

Chouji, who was by now at the end of the hall, came padding back, peering inside the open doorway. "Sasuke? Are you in here?"

"Chouji?" Sasuke tried to lift his head to see, but there was a large light brown fuzz ball laying high across his chest.

The larger man blinked before realization hit him. "Oh! Sasuke-kun, wait and I'll help you!"

Chouji almost too easily hefted the large animals, one by one, off the younger, not dropping either bagel in the process.

The Uchiha took in a deep breath completely unaware that his breathing had been inhibited, but apparently it had been for a while. His sides throbbed as the blood came flowing back to areas that it had had limited access to seconds prior.

Sasuke sat up with a groan, holding his side. "I guess being injured doesn't matter to them,” he seethed as the smaller dogs slinked out of the room still tired.

Akamaru and Kuromaru sat at the foot of the bed as they waited for Sasuke to vacate the comfortable mattress.

Chouji smiled brightly, offering his blueberry bagel. "You should be more careful about leaving your door open Sasuke-kun," the large man said happily. "They like this room the best. It used to belong to Hana-san."

Sasuke shook his head as he held up his other hand, slowly catching his breath. "I had the door closed. She must have rigged it." He looked up Chouji. "What time is it?"

The other boy looked at his watch, holding the rejected bagel to his chest like he'd been offended. "It's a little after two in the afternoon. Tsume-san told us not to wake you."

Sasuke stood, slowly heading for his bag on top of the vanity.

"Thanks for the help..." He glanced back at the plump boy as he dug though the bag containing his bottles of medications.

Akamaru and Kuromaru jumped on the bed and laid down exactly where Sasuke had been laying, the younger dog giving a small whine as he yawned.

He wasn't used to the rather clipped tone Sasuke used, but figured it was probably because he had just woken up so Chouji smiled brightly again, munching on his bagel. "Dad said you'd be staying with us for a while. That's great!"

Sasuke said nothing as he tossed a handful of pills in his mouth and swallowed before continuing to dig into his bag for some clothes, not finding any suits for him to go to work in. He furrowed his brows, looking around the room before his dark gaze stopped on Chouji.

"Yeah, I'll be here until I get another house." Sasuke waited before asking the question that he knew the answer to anyway. "Tsume came in here didn't she?"

Chouji nodded, his rather long hair flailing behind him.

"Yes! She took your suits so that you couldn't go to work," he paused in his cheery tone after Sasuke started scowling, scratching the back his head nervously. "Should I not have helped her?"

The raven took in a deep breath as if he were about to say something but then stopped. "No...it's alright. Where did she have you put them?" He asked.

Chouji took another bite of his bagel, "She took them herself. She thought I'd give in too easily."

Sasuke turned back to the bag, most of the clothes looking like they belonged to a college kid. "Is she here?" he asked, finding a pair of khakis at the bottom of the large bag.

The large brunette's shaggy mane went flying again as he shook his head, finishing off his bagel. "No, she left around noon."

Sasuke smirked slightly. "Two more questions, Is Kiba here? and What car did she take?" He turned finding a flat grey button up shirt tucked neatly between the folded pants legs.

"Yes, and she took her limo, I think she had a meeting. Dad went with her," Chouji furrowed his brows, rubbing his stomach as it grumbled. "Why?”

Sasuke smirked. "Tell Kiba to get dressed would you? He's going to take me to her in the Ferrari."

Chouji's eyes widened and he quickly forgot his hunger. "I...you can't do that!" he whispered quickly, glancing around as if Tsume had spies. "She'll kill you."

"It's alright." Sasuke said as he headed for the bathroom. "It's better than having it painted pink again."

The larger boy stared blankly at the raven haired billionaire. "B-but...she'll kill you!"

"Who'll kill who?" Kiba snapped as he lazily strolled in with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was dripping and matted against his head and he smelled strongly of chlorine. "I didn't do it whatever it was."

The Uchiha stopped and turned around. "Get dressed. You're taking me to your mother."

"Fuck you," the built brunette retorted on instinct. "I'm not doing shit."

"I can't drive taking these meds, I wouldn't want to crash the Ferrari," Sasuke smirked when Kiba's lips curled into a grin.

Chouji turned from one shorter male to the other, looking mortified. "You can't do that! Tsume will kill you!"

"Shut up virgin boy," Kiba said, cocking his head as he took a step toward Sasuke.

The larger boy suddenly glared, fisting his hands, "I told you not to call me that!"

"What's in it for me?" Kiba asked. "And I'm not getting my ass kicked for you!"

"Besides an inside man when you sneak in at one in the morning?" Sasuke waited until the brunette lifted a brow in question. "How about that motorcycle she won’t buy you?"

Kiba's eyes rolled back as a look of intense pleasure passed over his features. "You'll...Harley...buy..." he twitch as a grin fastened itself over his features.

The atmosphere soon became uncomfortable when the other two realized Kiba was now sporting a huge boner that tented the towel as he daydreamed about his bike.

Chouji blushed and looked away, grumbling to himself.

Sasuke shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Go relieve yourself and get dressed, would you?" he looked over at Chouji. "She took my phone too, didn't she?"

The larger man nodded, refusing to look at either one of them. Kiba purred loudly, a look of pure ecstasy taking over.

"Deal for the bike..." he seemed to come back to himself after a few moments, "Wait, and we have to get Chouji laid."

Chouji choked, grabbing onto the bed frame to keep himself steady as he gagged in surprise.

Sasuke blinked a few times looking over at the plump boy as he lightly pounded on his upper chest with his fist.

"Right now?" He looked back at Kiba with slight annoyance. "One thing at a time."

The wild boy crossed his arms over his chest, completely comfortable with the hard on he was sporting. "What the fuck? Hell no not right now. What did you think I was trying to do last night?"

"I don't need help!" Chouji yelled, going a furious shade of red as he glared at Kiba.

Sasuke looked between the two. "Just get dressed for right now, I'll see what I can do. I just need a phone." He dropped the clothes on the end of the bed before pulling off the shirt he had been given.

Kiba gave a lopsided grin, "See Chubby, I told you I'd get you laid."

The long haired man threw a sudden punch, missing by inches and crushing the plaster of the wall.

The smaller brunette paled drastically and bolted. "I meant chubby in an affectionate way!"

Chouji growled as he barreled after the other, "Don't call me that!"


Sasuke changed after a quick shower, redressing his injury with the fully stocked first aid kit in the bathroom Tsume had left for him. Once dressed, he headed downstairs where Chouji was eating in the kitchen; Kiba was apparently hiding or still in the shower.

The large boy looked up, face instantly going a brilliant red. "I don't want you to find me someone!" he said. "I don't need help!"

Sasuke arched a brow. "Don't worry, He'll be too preoccupied with the bike." he answered as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

Chouji swallowed thickly, staring down at his half eaten sandwich. "Um...can I ask you something?"

Sasuke turned while opening the bottle and taking a drink as he eyed the other who’s embarrassment and discomfort was obvious. "Sure." He answered lightly.

The brunette refused to let his gaze stop for more than a second, giving him a dizzy look as his eyes flitted around the kitchen. "So...how old were you when...you know..."

"Thirteen." Sasuke answered without hesitating as he lifted the bottle up for another quick drink. He leaned back against the counter instantly noticing the red that flushed across the plump cheeks.

Chouji held his face in his hands and groaned. "He's right, I am a loser."

Sasuke looked over at the brunette, having known Kiba since he could remember. "Don't listen to him."

As he moved closer to Chouji the raven's tone dropped to a whisper. "He's a lot of talk. He didn't get any till senior year in high school."

Chouji looked up in surprise, a bright smile breaking over his lips, "Really?"

"Bullshit," Kiba sang happily as he trotted down the stairs, dressed and looking extremely sated. "Twelve, and I've got pictures to prove it."

"Bullshit." Sasuke instantly retorted. "Sophomore year at least... And I want to see the so-called proof." he smirked, turning as he leaned back against the counter next to Chouji.

Kiba grinned roguishly, taking out his wallet. "My violin tutor, Ms. Suck-Me Fuck-Me." He whipped out a photo, shoving it in Chouji's face.

The larger man looked at it for a few seconds, going purple. "Kiba!!! She's like...fifty years old!"

Kiba cackled. "The older the better, they're desperate.” His gazed moved over to the raven. “Which is probably the only reason why Sasuke here finally got hooked up."

Sasuke snorted and rolled his eyes as he glared at the shaggy brunette before snatching the photo from his hand, Kiba turned to get a drink from the fridge as well as the raven arched a brow, rotating the photo so it was at a normal angle.

"I can't believe you’re proud of that," he turned his nose up and tossed the photo back at Kiba like a Frisbee.

"Shut up, I like pussy so don't get all huffy just because the last time you saw one you were coming out of it," Kiba snapped, collecting the photo and sliding it tenderly into his wallet.

"Where is she now?" Chouji asked, getting up and throwing away his sandwich after recognizing the table the younger Kiba and the much older woman had been using.

The shaggy brunette shrugged, grabbing a soda. "Dunno, think she's dead."

"I'm not gay you moron." Sasuke rolled his eyes as he took another drink. "Are you ready to go or not?"

Kiba snorted his soda, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Dude you suck cock. You're gay."

"You have too, so don't even pull that shit; and that doesn't mean I haven't been with a woman. It's called I just don't care." Sasuke watched as Chouji slowly turned redder with the progression of their conversation.

Kiba blanched. "Shut up, it was once and I was drunk."

Sasuke chuckled. "Bullshit."

"Bite me!" Kiba snapped.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? ...I remember Anko telling me-" Sasuke was cut off by a hand over his mouth.

"Fuck. Off," the shaggy brunette growled, having leapt the distance between them. "Do you really want me to start in on your past flings? Or your current one?"

Sasuke peeled Kiba’s had from his face. "Don't play with me. You want the bike or not?" Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

"You want the fucking car?!" Kiba snapped back.

Sasuke smirked. "I know you're just itching to drive it, you always have been"

The slightly smaller man paused before grinning wildly. "Let's do it..." he glanced behind him, his gaze almost seductive. ”Chouji-kun...I know my mom is smart enough not to leave the keys around...she gave them to you didn't she?"

Chouji's expression told them both that Kiba had guessed right.

Sasuke waited while Kiba coaxed Chouji into giving him the keys, but only after agreeing to let him come with them. The three headed out to the garage where Tsume's 'baby' was parked. The Ferrari glowed an almost brilliant red as they stared at it.

"This is it boys and sissy-virgins," Kiba said lovingly. "A 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California. My mother's pride and joy. She loves this thing more than me and Hana combined."

Chouji glared at the smaller brunette before stomping over to his bright yellow Hummer. Kiba sighed, doing a little waltz to the beautiful vehicle, singing to himself.

"I'm already injured... remember that." Sasuke said as he climbed in with Kiba. Chouji pulled out of the large garage, waiting at the end of the wide driveway for Kiba.

The brunette quivered as he slid into the seat, holding his breath and biting his bottom lip as he started up the engine. "Holy fuck this is better than sex."

"Apparently older isn't better." Sasuke quipped as Kiba ran his hands over the steering wheel.

"I'm telling your boyfriend you said that," the smaller snapped as he eased out of the garage.

"There's a difference between years and decades." Sasuke retorted.

Once Kiba reached the open street his lead foot kicked in and they took off, Chouji having a bit of a hard time keeping up with the brunette as he swerved around the slower drivers. He was almost crying with joy as he sped through the streets, really flooring it once they hit the highway.

"Dude we might have to pull over so I can jack off," Kiba warned happily, the wind coming over the shield almost whipping his words away.

"So easy." Sasuke rolled his eyes and glanced behind them, seeing Chouji's hummer in the far left lane with his blinker on, attempting to get over to them in the fast lane.

Kiba grinned roguishly as he glanced over. "So, we need to talk about getting Chouji laid."

"What about it?" Sasuke looked over at Kiba, arching a brow. "I'm not going to hire a hooker."

The brunette snorted. "I already tried that, he's too prissy though. Timid ya know? Like he's never even dated before."

"Just concentrating on driving, let me think." Sasuke replied as Kiba quickly veered around a car, receiving a long honk and the finger.

Despite his rowdy attitude and disregard for the speed limits, Kiba actually was a brilliant driver and soon they were nearing the tall cluster of buildings named Inuzuka Corp. in bold letters. The brunette slowed down and started circling the huge block, giving Chouji time to catch up and let Sasuke give him further instruction.

Once the plump boy had caught up they parked and the three headed inside. Kiba was led up to Tsume's office without question. All three boys stopped as if they had walked into a brick wall when Kiba burst through the doors of his mother's office on the very top floor.

Chouji made an odd choking noise in the back of his throat; it might have been a dry sob or gagging. Kiba's jaw was scrapping his shoes, a distinctly disgusted and mentally damaged looked sprinting across his face. Sasuke tried to hold in his own anguish, but it was no use. He dry heaved.

For there, making the desk creak and groan was none other than Tsume and Chouza going at it like wild dogs.

After regaining his composure, even though he didn't dare take another step forward, Sasuke diverted his eyes to a spot on the wall just behind the two, Chouza desperately tryed to pull away from the busty woman but to no avail, the blush that crossed his cheeks was only rivaled by Kiba's and Chouji's.

"I want my suits and my phone, as well as anything else you hid."

Tsume grinned at him from her upside down position, strong legs firmly locked around Chouza's body as he hid his red face in her cleavage. "And if I say no?"

Kiba closed his eyes, "Can I borrow that letter opener under your ass? I have to dig this mental image out of my brain."

"I continue to let Kiba drive your car like a maniac," Sasuke replied as he ignored the fact that Kiba was furiously rubbing his eyes.

Tsume's eyes flashed. "What?!"

Kiba jolted at the sharp tone, pointing at Sasuke. "He made me! I didn't even want to go!"

Sasuke glanced over at the brunette to his side. "I couldn't drive being on medication, how else would I get here?"

Sasuke tilted his head to the side just enough to look as if he was seriously asking a question.

Kiba slowly started backing up.

"In another fucking car!" Tsume roared in answer.

Chouza was released as the woman snarled viciously, eyes slitting dangerously as she snatched up her boyfriend's overly large shirt and bared her teeth.

"Where are my things?" Sasuke asked stepping in front of Kiba as well as taking a single step further into the office.

Tsume shot her arms through the shirt, whipping it on as she took a wide stance, looking like she was preparing to pounce. "You can't have them brat!"

"I have a company to run." Sasuke watched as Chouza attempted to hurriedly, but carefully zip up his pants, wanting to stop Tsume before she did anything irrational. "I'm not a child."

"You're my child and damn it if I'm not going to treat you as such," Tsume spat, taking a step forward.

Chouji and Kiba bolted for the safety of the elevator.

Sasuke shook his head and scoffed. "I'm not your child. I'm injured and I would like my things back so I can work."

Chouza rushed up behind Tsume. "I'm sure you can compromise.... "

The busty woman punched Sasuke in the chin, making the tall man fall back against the wall. She snarled at the younger as he obviously was just far too medicated to deal with her speed.

"Now you listen to me brat," she said lowly, glaring at Sasuke as she crossed her arms. "I may not be your real mother, but you're as good as my son. You should relearn that quick. And no, you're not going back to work, the doctor hasn't cleared you for that yet. You're lucky I didn't just tie your ass to the bed and leave you with the dogs!"

Sasuke straightened back up, licking away the small amount of blood that threatened to roll down his chin as he rubbed the now sore spot where he had been hit.

"That doesn't give you the right to steal my clothes or my phone. I'm well enough to walk, I'm well enough to work, I don't give a damn what the doctor says."

Tsume narrowed her sharp eyes. "You're not working until the doctor says you can. That's final."

"Fine, I'll be back in an hour." Sasuke turned heading out of Tsume's office. "I want to know where my cars are as well."

Tsume snorted, smirking roguishly. "Just go back to the house brat, you aren't getting anything."

"We'll see," Sasuke pulled the doors shut behind him.

Kiba and Chouji were waiting by the elevator, the smaller brunette holding the doors open as they waited.

The ride down to the ground floor was uncomfortably silent. Each boy found something different to stare at to occupy their interests so they didn't think back on what they'd seen. Sasuke stood between the other two, glaring thoughtfully at the numbers as they lit up. Kiba blinked and suddenly gagged. Chouji and Sasuke looked over at him.

The shaggy brunette glanced up. "Sorry, whenever I close my eyes I can see them."

"Just think of something else, it’s not that hard." Sasuke answered as they stopped.

A few men in business suits got onto the elevator with them.

"Remember what you're getting out of all this." He looked over at Chouji who seemed to be lost in thought.

Kiba licked his lips obscenely. "Mmm...Harley...life just got better," he glanced over at the larger boy as well. "What? Was that the first time you saw caught your dad fucking?"

His crude language attracted stares from the other men as Chouji went a furious shade of red, stoutly ignoring everything.

"I think he was taught manners and not to go busting into people’s offices..." Sasuke arched a brow noticing how the two older men regarded him in the same manner as they did the other two.

"That’s not the point." The elevator stopped on a lower floor and another man got on.

Kiba snickered, "Hey Sasuke, any of these guys turning you on? I know how you like the older cock."

The three men turned around to eye the younger passengers behind them. Sasuke glanced over at Chouji who was suddenly now an even deeper shade of red. Luckily the elevator stopped on the ground floor and the men in suits hurriedly got off.

"You want that bike or not?"

Kiba chuckled darkly, glancing passed Sasuke. "Yo, I never asked if you like dicks or chicks."

Chouji closed his eyes as his fists tightened, walking out of the elevator with long strides, not bothering to answer. The shaggy brunette scowled.

"You're a moron." Sasuke followed after Chouji, Kiba giving him a low growl before catching up.

The shorter brunette minded the speed limits this time as he drove down the highway, keeping sight of Chouji's yellow Hummer in the rearview mirror. He looked over at Sasuke, blowing his wild hair from his face.

"You have Gay-dar right? So is Chouji straight or not?"

"How many times do I need to remind you that I'm not gay?" Sasuke sighed slightly. "You could actually be a person and ask him..."

He glanced at his office building as it came into view. "He's straight."

"You are so gay," Kiba laughed as he cut another vehicle off. "How can you fuck a guy, even if he's slightly girly looking, on a regular basis and not think you're gay?"

"There's a difference between fucking only guys and fucking both men and women... You're going to miss the turn off." Sasuke stated just before Kiba swerved onto the off ramp.

The brunette shrugged. "Are you gonna fuck a chick after this guy?"

"Are you going to tell your mom you're still seeing Anko?"

"Ooh, question dodge," Kiba grinned. "Hey, as long as you and this guy are fucking, that means Anko and I are fucking. I am definitely on your side, no need to be defensive."

"And when you get bored?" Sasuke asked as Kiba pulled up in front of his building.

The smaller man shrugged as they passed the guards and went into the parking lot. "Then I'll just get someone else, why?"

"No reason." Sasuke said as they stopped, Chouji pulling into the parking space beside them.

"You two don't have to come in..." Sasuke stated once they were out of the car.

"How long are you going to take?" Kiba complained.

"I don't know, I'm sure your mom has gotten to Neji and Sai." Sasuke headed for the elevator in the parking garage.

The brunettes glanced at each other before following after the Uchiha. Kiba yawned lazily, scratching his mass of unruly hair before sliding his gaze to Chouji as they entered the elevator.

"So...er...Chouji, do you like girls or boys?”

The larger boy blushed a dark red, glaring at Kiba. "I told you I don't need your help!"

The shorter man raised a brow, "Dude...you're twenty-two and still a virgin. You need help I may not be able to provide."

"What the mutt is trying to ask is: Do you have an interest in anyone?" Sasuke asked not bothering to regard the glare he was receiving from Kiba, instead his dark gaze fell on Chouji as the elevator doors closed behind them.

The light brown mane shook from side to side as Chouji denied the question. "No...not really anyway."

Kiba snorted. "C'mon, everyone likes someone."

Chouji shrugged, wishing he could somehow vanish on the spot. "I don't know...maybe."

Sasuke arched a brow. "Maybe?" He glanced at the floor number before turning back to Chouji. "Who is she?"

The Akimichi went a few more shades of deep red, staring at his toes. "Well...no one really. No! I don't mean she's nobody! She's certainly somebody...she's...perfect..."

Kiba rolled his eyes. "I need a name dude, we aren't in grade school anymore."

Chouji shuffled his feet, "It's pointless anyway alright? Forget it!"

"It’s not pointless." Sasuke stated. "I'm sure we could get you a date with her."

The elevator dinged on the top floor and the doors slid open. Sasuke stepped out and headed down the hall, Sai blinking a few times in disbelief. Chouji shook his head again, sighing depressingly.

Kiba snorted, glaring at Sai when the short haired raven started checking him out. The smaller haired man didn't seem at all put out. He made a beeline around Sasuke, completely ignoring his boss as he stood in front of Kiba and smiled.

"Hello, I'm Sai. We have things in common."

The shaggy brunette's brow twitched. "Dude...no. We Don't."

Sai smiled even brighter. "We've both slept with Yamanaka Inoichi."

Chouji choked and nearly fell over as Kiba made to take a swing at Sai.

"Sai, where's Neji?" Sasuke asked as the shorter man easily dodged Kiba's punch causing the scruffy brunette to stumble forward a few steps.

"He's in his office." Sai answered pointedly.

Sasuke immediately headed down the hall towards Neji's office, Chouji dragging Kiba behind them.

The stockier brunette seethed, growling like a wild animal. "Fuck him! It was only once and I only blew him 'cause I was pissed drunk!"

"Calm down Kiba!" Chouji said, trying to soothe the other.

Sasuke smirked knowing Sai wouldn't leave it alone.

"Apparently you were on bottom, and you begged like a girl."

Kiba flailed and Chouji only held on tighter. Neji flung his door open and ran right into Sasuke who seethed in pain.

"Hey...oh, Sorry." Neji looked up at Sasuke who was straightening back up.

Kiba broke free and there was a yelp from Sai before the chase began. Chouji bounded after them, trying to grab Kiba and keep him from choking the smaller male. Neji raised a careful brow before ignoring them and staring at Sasuke.

"You're not supposed to be at work..." he commented.

"Yeah, give me my laptop." Sasuke ignored the wild screech from Kiba as Sai had apparently said something else to him and Chouji's distressed call for help as he attempted to hold back his friend from killing the Uchiha’s assistant.

"Whatever she has on you, it’s nothing."

Neji shook his head. "I'm sorry Sasuke, but I agree with her. You shouldn't be under any stress until the doctors say you're well enough to be. Find a hobby."

"And you’re the one who was always nagging at me for not working..." Sasuke studied Neji's expression. "At least give me my phone. I need to call Shikamaru and I know you have it."

He held out his hand for Neji to pass him the new phone he had gotten after Kisame had smashed his previous one.

The Hyuuga sighed and left to go digging though his desk drawer. He came back with the phone and gave it over, glancing at Sai as the man hopped around the desk, keeping it between him and Kiba.

From the look on the shorter man's face, it was obvious that he thought this was some strange version of flirting. Kiba looked like he was going to kill the other.

"Let's go, she got to him too." Sasuke stated giving Neji an annoyed glance before turning toward the elevator but stopped.

"Where are my cars?" He asked. "I at least want the keys to the Skyline."

The Hyuuga raised a brow, glancing at Sai pointedly.

"Sai!" Sasuke called.

The short haired raven darted away from the desk and over to Sasuke. When Kiba came following Sasuke stuck out his foot and tripped the slightly shorter male.

"We're going once I get the keys." He looked at Sai.

The paler male smiled brightly. "Tsume-san asked me not to, I'm sorry Uchiha-san."

"Keys." Sasuke held out his hand. "And the location."

Sai shrugged. "So sorry!" he chirped brightly.

"I can fire you both." Sasuke waited for Kiba to get up, glaring at him, then Sai.

The smaller male almost looked like he was pouting. "But I know so many company secrets."

"I wasn't asking." Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

When neither Sai nor Neji moved he huffed and pushed past them, climbing on the elevator with no regard for Kiba or Chouji at the moment. Sai looked absolutely delighted in the fact that he was able to deny his boss something and waved a happy goodbye as Chouji dragged a snarling Kiba to Sasuke's side.

The doors closed behind them with a ding and the shaggy brunette finally escaped the hold the larger boy had on him.

"Well that was a waste of fucking time," he seethed.

"Not completely." Sasuke held up his cell phone.

Kiba snorted, straightening out his shirt as he shot a glare at Chouji. "What are you going to do now?"

"Call Shikamaru. And Kill you mother." Sasuke answered as he was searching through the contacts on his phone for Shikamaru's number.

"I think you need silver bullets if you're going to kill mom," Kiba muttered as they stepped out of the elevator.

When the line finally picked up on his friend’s voicemail Sasuke hung up. "Let's just go back to the house, I'll take you get the bike as soon as I get my car."

Chouji frowned, "She's just trying to do what's best for you. You should be happy that she cares so much."

Sasuke paused pulling out his wallet and checking the amount of cash he had on had. "Lunch is on me. Where to?"

Chouji perked up instantly, shoving Kiba out of the way as he smiled brightly. "There's a great barbeque place across town! We should go there!"

The shorter brunette growled. "As long as you tell us who the hell you want to fuck so badly."

"Let’s go," Sasuke smirked at Chouji heading towards Tsume's car.

Kiba slid into the driver's seat, groaning comfortably as he shifted. The moment Sasuke got in and the brunette stuck the key in, the custom alarm on the Ferrari went off, blaring through the garage. Kiba yelped and covered his ears, wincing in pain. The sound stopped after a few moments and the three boys froze, Chouji glancing through his car window.

Sasuke's phone rang.

The raven answered his phone, slowly bringing it to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Get out of my fucking car," Tsume snapped. "The alarm is remote controlled. Get out before I set it off again."

"Give me the keys to mine and we'll get out." Sasuke replied looking around the garage knowing that Tsume had to be close enough to activate the alarm.

The blaring noise went off again, making Kiba cry out in surprise and scramble from the vehicle like it was possessed. "What the hell is going on?!"

"It’s your mother, get back here. Unless you'd rather me drive." Chouji climbed out of his hummer and looked around having come to the same conclusion as Sasuke.

Kiba blanched, "She's here?!"

The alarm quieted and the garage went eerily silent as the shaggy brunette flitted his gaze around nervously. The silence finally got to him and he shot for the safety of Chouji's Hummer, yelling that he was sorry for taking his mother's baby. Chouji rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Get. Out," Tsume said over the phone.

Sasuke hug up the phone and grabbed the keys Kiba had left in the ignition before getting out and walking over to Chouji.

"Here." He handed the plump boy a wad of cash. "There's more than enough there. Enjoy your lunch."

He backed away from the door as Chouji gave him a concerned look but Sasuke's cell rang again. "What?" He answered.

"You called?" Shikamaru droned lazily.

"Meet me at Tsume's house." Sasuke held up the Ferrari’s keys before heading for the car.

The busty woman growled and stepped from behind one of the pillars a few yards away, baring her teeth. "Don't you even think about it brat!" she snapped.

Her voice cracked like a whip, instantly sending the startled Chouji back into his car to huddle with Kiba. The two pressed their faces against the windows to watch what would happen. Shikamaru was silent on the other end of the line.

"Or what?" Sasuke turned around. Obviously the medication the young heir was on, was affecting him more than he knew.

"Ohh, I'll send you back to the hospital," she growled, heels clicking against the pavement.

"Fine." Sasuke balled the keys up in his fist, watching as the tall woman walked over to him.

Tsume leveled him with her gaze, eyeing him thoughtfully. "You can't drive with the medication you're on, why do you want your car back so badly?"

"Why are you keeping me from doing anything?" Sasuke furrowed his brows. "I know you care, it's not a question."

The tall female sighed and crossed her arms, taking a few closer steps to Sasuke before looking up.

"You scared me. I lost your mother, I almost lost you," she said quietly. "I can't help it. You'll have to put up with me. I won't have it any other way."

"You can stop treating me like I'm fourteen. I'm alive and will be for a while." Sasuke watched as Tsume's eyes glassed over slightly.

She frowned and looked away, fingers clenching over her arms as she struggled with herself.

"Fine," she sighed quietly. "I'm not your mother. I shouldn't make you do what I want just because I love you like a son. Or... because I graciously have been there for you all your life. OR the fact that I'm sharing my home with you while you recuperate.

Or even because it would really, really hurt my feelings if you didn't go home and rest. No. None of those are good enough reasons for helping you. I apologize for caring. Please do want you want regardless of how much I love you. I promise not to cry too hard."

Sasuke sighed, glaring at the area behind Tsume's head. He knew it was an act, but at the moment he didn’t care.

"Here." He held out the keys to her car. "This is why I hate women." Sasuke mumbled as Tsume took the keys. "You didn't have to take my clothes. Kiba's all smell like dog."

Tsume beamed and cackled, tossing her keys happily and catching them.

"You're so cute when you give in like a man. Go home. Get some rest. Tell Kiba I know he was out last night."

She started toward her car, pausing briefly. "And don't buy Chouji a hooker please."

"I still want my things back." Sasuke turned following after Tsume.

Shikamaru was still on the other end of the phone, giving out a long drawn out sigh. "I'll see you there."

"Alright," Sasuke pushed his phone into the pocket of the khakis.

"I love you!" the busty woman sang out happily as she got into her car.

With a wave she sped off, tires screeching as she left the garage. Chouji and Kiba deemed it safe enough to lower the window an inch.

"Is she going to kill us?" Kiba whispered afraid that his mother could still hear him.

"No." Sasuke turned around and headed for the passengers side of the hummer. "Let’s go." He said after closing the door behind him and sitting down.


A/N: Rae- Um, next chapter... plot twists and intresting things ^_^