Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Boy



Damp: to answer your question, over in Japan, Japanese students attend school six days a week instead of five days like we do here, so they only have Sunday off. ^_^


AN: OMG I AM SO SORRY. Thing have been hectic with con jumping and desperately trying to make my debut as a manga-ka [failing rather -- still not quite there]. Not to mention bouncing back and forth from job to job I quite pathetically… and horribly have forgotten this fanfic while trying to work on my original stories. =w=; So, I will do my best to keep this story alive, since I do love it so much. Please read away…

And don’t kill me…


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Chapter 21

Sleepover Nightmare

[Sasuke’s POV]

We’re all very heavily staring at Naruto. I’m sure Kiba and Gaara were at least somewhat familiar with the things that Naruto liked or disliked, but that didn’t stop them from boring holes into his head in eager anticipation to hear his answers.

Our staring was aggravating the blonde. He visibly tenses and begins to profusely sweat in his growing nervousness. His behavior just made me more curious about him.

“Come onnnnnnn, Naruto!” Kiba impatiently whines, rocking back and forth on his rear with his crossed ankles clasped.

And in irritation the addressed blonde snaps with a flick of his middle finger, “Aw, fuck off!! You all know damn well what I like!!”

“Do we?” Gaara seems to almost smile around his pencil as he precariously taps his lips in waiting of an answer.

Nice one, Gaara, I had to think and I smirk knowingly as I too prepare to hear the blonde’s frustrated, but quickly blurted answer.

“You guys have ALL fucking lost it!” Naruto angrily declares and begins to scramble away until the three of us quickly move to grab for him, shouts of “Oh, no you don’t,” following.

One by one all of us crash to the floor noisily, grunts and oomph’s heard as I’m crushed between Naruto and Gaara with Kiba being on top and the poor blonde beneath all three of us. Nobody moves for a good minute as we try to dizzily register what happened and finally pain and realization hit as Naruto lets out a painful screech, Kiba whoops in delighted laughter and Gaara grunts in discomfort beneath a squirming brunette, mumbling something like, “Get off,” between his teeth.

I’m sure I had rug burn on the bottom of my chin from the slide across the carpet because said spot burned slightly. And so I wince uncomfortably and struggle to lift my pinned weight, at least succeeding in moving the upper most part of my body and suddenly find myself as I turn, face-to-face with Naruto – literally. There was brief, but soft contact between us and my lips suddenly tingled like they were on fire! Coal eyes augmented with blue ones and both our faces after the realization of what happened shot a deep crimson.

Naruto splutters madly, “Everyone get the hell OFF OF ME!”

Now it was my turn to go crazy and I begin a wild squirm under Gaara and the redhead grunts more and blushes slightly, growling firmly at me, “Stop moving, Uchiha!”

Glaring at the redhead I crane my head slightly so eyes could shoot him said angry look and I finally understand why Gaara had told me to stop moving. I wiggle again in embarrassment when I see that my ass was badly centered in Gaara’s … pelvic region – oh GOD DAMNIT! If this situation couldn’t possibly be more influenced by a horny-girl’s dream come true…

“GET OFF~!” Naruto strains loudly, fighting roughly beneath the three of us, Kiba still laughing in his evident hysteria.

“MOVE KIBA,” is Gaara’s next command, looking twice as uncomfortable as before and I felt my left eye twitch in horror when Gaara’s pants feel tighter above me. Aggravated, Naruto continues to wrestle at the bottom of the pile, tossing me around unceremoniously, which made Gaara frustrated – and I mean that with all sincerity.

Gaara, now getting pissy grabs Kiba’s arm with a harsh twist of his body and flings him effortlessly across my bedroom. Flung brunette shrieks in surprise and skids on the far side toward the balcony doors. The redhead now freed, stands quickly and I’m the next to abruptly recover and dodge out of Gaara’s way in just enough time for a fistful of Naruto’s shirt to be caught in his fury.

The redhead drags him close to his face in red-faced rage and gave him a glare so nasty paint would curl. “You – this is YOUR fault!” he yells enraged.

“ME?!” Naruto shrieks in utter dismay. “If you guys would just shut the hell up about this stupid fucking project—!”

“All right, stop it!” I yell with a deft raise of my hands, silencing the argument and Kiba’s continuing laughter even after being tossed like a rag doll.

I turn to Naruto as he swats Gaara’s hands off of him in a tiff and I point, “It IS your fault, Naruto.” And he’s about to interject when I continue, “If you had just told us something – ANYTHING – instead of trying to escape none of,” and all three of us, save for Kiba [who was actually red in the face from laughter] blushed brightly, “THAT would have happened.”

“Sh-shutup,” Naruto grumbles, and breaks eye contact with me. Gaara’s rubbing the back of his neck and not looking at me either.

“Let’s… just finish this, okay? Give us some answers and we’ll be done with this stupid project for tonight.” Finally the blonde doesn’t seem to object and we all slowly clamber back into the bed.

Back to intently staring at Naruto like moments before he rather grudgingly spits out, “My favorite food is ramen – especially at Ichiraku’s. And I like fighting,” he scratches his head, trying to give it some honest thought, “and…” He trails off for a minute. “That’s it.”

None of us press for more and instead just begin writing down what information he was willing to give. If we pushed it any further than that Naruto would flake out again.

I clap my notebook shut and toss it carelessly on the floor among my abandoned school things and the others follow my example. I turn to Naruto, “Okay, we’re done. Thanks,” and he snorts. I glower at him a bit firmly, like an adult would scolding a child, “Make sure you get the information from one of us later – the stuff you missed out on.”

“Yea whatever,” is his unfriendly response.

“So now what?” Kiba asks energetically giving the bed a good shaking bounce.

“Um, I guess whatever,” I mumble unsurely. I hadn’t really given it much thought – I more or less invited them over strictly for the project. I hadn’t intended for them to be staying the night so there wasn’t anything in particular planned.

“You got movies?” Kiba flashes me a wild grin immediately letting me know he didn’t fail to see the huge 62” LCD flat screen in the conjoining living room to the kitchen out front.

“Duh,” I smirk with a playful roll of my eyes. What’s the point in owning a screen nearly the size of a small wall if you didn’t have movies to watch it on?

“I bet you got anime, otaku,” and Kiba gives me his cheekiest grin. I find myself blushing as if I was being teased at the sudden nickname.

So I scowl at him, “What if I do? And don’t call me that!” I quietly mutter.

Grinning the brunette gives no indication if he were to be displeased by a positive answer, “Nothing.”

I shift on the bed and ask, “Do you guys even watch anime or read manga yourselves?”

“Well, every now and again when it comes on TV, I guess,” Kiba gives a thoughtful scratch of his head, placing the opposite hand idly on his hip. “But it’s not like I don’t like it or anything…”

“ANYway,” I stress as I slide off the bed comfortably, “I don’t have just exclusively anime. I have other movies and stuff too.” With a wave of my hand I usher everyone out of the my bedroom and into the main hall.

As everyone follows me out into the main hall I suggest openly, “We can order pizza or anything later if you guys want?”

“PIZZA!” Is Kiba’s more than exuberant answer and I seem to get some agreeing nods throughout the room. Verbal answers would’ve been nice, albeit perhaps not as LOUD as Kiba’s, but nodding would have to suffice. Better than not answering at all I suppose.

Minty green eyes look from the vast collection of plastic DVD cases and Gaara asks me stonily, “Do you have any horror movies?”

For some reason the word “horror” was emphasized and I feel an uneasy knot forming in my throat, “Uh,” I stammer shortly. “I’m pretty sure there’s some in there. My brother has a horrid tendency of collecting every movie out there.”

“Your brother?” Kiba asks rather inquisitively, his head popping up next to Gaara’s and stares at me quite intently.

“Yea,” I slowly drawl, “he was here. But whatever.” And there’s an indifferent shrug to show that I could care less.

The brunette flashes me a toothy, but rotten grin and asks, “Is he as hot as you?” This earns him a more-than-deserved whack to the head courtesy of Naruto, which I silently thank him for with a tip of my head and Kiba whines in protest.

With a sigh and rolling of my eyes, irritably I place a hand on my hip, shifting weight and grit out, “Why don’t you guys all find something we can agree on? If you’re just going to be nosy and fight then go home,” the great displeasure in their misbehavior was quite noted for and there are grunts in reply.

“You’re the one that invited us over, Uchiha,” Naruto miffs coolly, filing through the movies with Gaara and Kiba. “If you didn’t want us here you shouldn’t have invited us.”

I glare at the blonde, seething and decide that it was much more mature to not dignify him with an answer. It would only prove that he was winning the childish argument. I will not let you have this one, this time, Naruto.

“You know what,” Kiba pipes up between conservative mumbling, “I want to watch anime. It sounds like a good idea, and I like it. Sasuke likes anime… And you guys to mind watching it right? And since Gaara likes gory stuff we’ll find an horror-anime.” Kiba is grinning from ear-to-ear at his ingeniousness and surprisingly enough everyone seemed to agree.

Wow, Kiba. I’ll give you props. You actually came up with a good idea for once. Bravo.

The redhead nods to himself and finally withdraws a case from the anime-portion of the movie collection and flashes to me, staring intently at me as though seeking my approval.

I blink, then smirk and nod, “Sounds good to me. You guys all okay with this?” I turn to face everyone and of course Kiba gives me a loud cry and Naruto doesn’t seem to even be paying any attention.

So it’s settled then.

“Cool, so next question.” Though I know I’m going to pay for this later. “Do you want to watch it out here on the big screen or in my bedroom?”

And of course I should have known better than to ask this question because Kiba’s the first person to respond, slinking up to me and draping a more than affectionate arm around my neck and whispers slyly, “How about your room, Sasu-chan. We can finish where we left off the other day at my place, nee?”

I feel my left eye tic and there’s a loud connection of my knuckles to the underside of Kiba’s jaw, the brunette careening backwards with a slide across the tile.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK ABOUT THAT!” I roar, fuming in both anger and mortification. DAMN that bastard for bringing that stupid kiss up! We swore on it!

Kiba sits up and hurtfully rubs along his jaw line, chuckling lightly, “I was only kidding, Sasu-chan. Ow…you’re so violent.”

This guys were going to drive me INSANE. I’m surprised I still have any sanity left!

“The big screen,” Naruto angrily decides for everyone, “out in the fucking open. Where I can see you!” And he suddenly grabs a fistful of Kiba’s shirt, who emit’s a surprised yelp, but laughs, “Keep yer fucking hands to yourself, you dumbass, smelly mutt!”

“That hurts my feelings, Naruto,” Kiba mocks, grinning wildly. Naruto looks like he’s about to pummel Kiba’s face in and under normal circumstances I’d support Naruto’s violent behavior, but not in my house.

“Okay, that’s enough! It’s settled, we’re watching it out here! Gaara, can trust you to put this in for us while I go order pizza.” The addressed redhead just looks at me in slight confusion. Maybe it was my choice of words, but there’s this rather warm glint in his eyes that suggested a thank you, perhaps and he turns to put the DVD in as instructed.

More or less I remembered what we ate at Naruto’s apartment last week. Just a few pepperoni and cheese pizzas, all large. Nothing spectacular; nothing confusing. I let my forehead touch the cool wall before me after hanging up the house phone and wondered what the hell I was fucking thinking for telling these crazies they could spend the night. I mean, of course I would’ve had to invite them to my pad at some point for the project since it’s only fair we take turns till this stupid assignment’s over. But I didn’t have to tell them it was okay to spend the night. Why… am I so stupid?


I never imagined myself cluttered on the leather sectional with these three… All we need is Neji for the whole gang to be complete. But on second thought, I’m really glad he’s not here too.

But we all shared laughter, jumping every now and again all except for Gaara, who was WAY to engrossed in the bloody anime. A ringing of the intercom told us food was finally here and pizza was passed around the room.

At ten o’ clock everything seemed a bit short lived.

The front door opens again and in trek my father and brother from being out wherever. My father I knew was at work… but Itachi had been home when I first got here with everyone. Where the hell did he go? And more importantly, why do I suddenly have a very BAD feeling? Itachi is well equipped with a slightly flushed face and a full bag of alcohol and my father looks loosened up, but tired nonetheless.

Oh god damnit.

Stupid brother.

I can hear my mother greet my tired father with a kiss and quieted talking. The sound of their bedroom down the hall shuts and Itachi makes his way to the kitchen, looking at the leftover pizza and sets the bag of liquor on the counter and smirks at me, calling, “Sasuke, c’mere.”

Fuck.

Everyone exchanges quizzical looks and then all turn to me as I hesitate warily on the couch, a look of disaster forming across my face before I finally get up, murmuring a quick, “I’ll be right back,” to them.

All curious they turn their heads over the couch and watch me disappear into the kitchen.

“What do you want?” I none-too-nicely ask my brother, smelling the alcohol off his breath as I pass him by. Reaching for another slice of pizza Itachi seizes my wrist suddenly and pulls me to face him.

“Who are they?”

“What? Let go,” I growl angrily to my brother, not liking the scenario that was developing. Itachi stares at me firmly, telling me he wasn’t planning on releasing him until I gave him a more than satisfactory answer and I huff, “They’re my friends from school You saw them earlier!”

God he’s such an idiot! Why do I always have to repeat things?!

“Friends?” He tastes the word and gives me this look of both disbelief and suspicion. “They’re not the ones that hurt you, are they?”

I remember our brief conversation discussing my tussle on my first day of school and I find myself choking, “N-no.”

Another firm stare down and my brother lets go of my wrist and takes his eyes to the floor and murmurs lowly to me, “If they put their hands on you, I’ll kill them.”

I frown, eyes glaring at my brother and I hiss disgustedly, “Shutup, you stink of alcohol. I hate it when you go drinking with Father.”

As if nothing happened Itachi gives me this silly grin and says, “I brought some back for you~”

“I don’t want any!” I growl and shove the plastic bag away from me in distaste.

My brother frowns, looking hurt and whimpers, “But you always share a drink with me when I bring it home.”

“I’m not interested,” and I grab another slice of pizza, turning away from him. “Besides, I don’t feel like spending my only day off from school with a hangover.”

He laughs at this, finding my answers to be rather amusing and he drapes his arms lovingly over my shoulders, embracing me tightly and I can feel hot breath across my neck. Shuddering, my eyes shoot open and I shove the man away from me, “You freak! Get off!”

In mock-disappointment Itachi whines, “Little Sasuke doesn’t love me anymore~”

“Shutup, asshole!” I growl, not enthused, “Save your sick fantasies for your dreams.”

Itachi smirks at me, lounging like a panther across the countertop on the far side of the kitchen and reminds me, “That’s funny for you to say, because I recall a small child that used to climb into my bed in the middle of the night when he was scared and cling to my naked body until morning.”

My half-eaten slice of pizza slides to the floor and I feel my face turn bright red and I screech, “I NEVER DID THAT!!”

“Aw, come on, Sasuke~” Itachi huskily croons and pulls me close, “for old time’s sake?”

“You’re drunk! LET GO OF ME!” And I fight roughly to free myself from my retarded brother’s grasp when I hear a can of soda crash to the floor.

What the hell?

Turning, Itachi has his face half-buried into my neck and a thunderous blonde is standing in the kitchen entryway. Oh fuck.

There’s a look in his eyes putrid enough to make paint curl and I felt scared just looking at him. With the distraction I shove Itachi as far away as possible and splutter, “N-Naruto?!”

“I… just wanted more pizza,” the blonde mumbles darkly under his bangs and he stoops over to pick up the can of soda that was thankfully empty off the floor and sets it on the counter. He grabs the mentioned pizza and storms off into the living room.

Ohmygod. That was embarrassing. Itachi has this knowing smirk on his face and it gives him a well deserved punch to the arm and I hiss at him, “You’re a dick! Don’t harass me like that in front of my friends!” I flick him off, which was something I’d only see Naruto do and follow the blonde out. But as I wander back into the sitting area where Kiba and Gaara are still focused on the anime I notice that the blonde was not there.

“Where’s Naruto?” I ask with slight concern when he wasn’t present with the others and Gaara tells me he went to the bathroom without looking.

Frowning I turn down the hall and grumble to myself. Naruto doesn’t even KNOW where my bathroom is! Dobe.

Of course I’d be freaked out if I had been on Naruto’s side. But… I did walk in on him and Gaara that one time. I feel my face strangely get heated in a fierce anger again being reminded of that incident and I quickly shake it off. That’s NOT something I want to be thinking about!

Turning to my bedroom I can clearly see Naruto standing outside on my balcony have a drag and I feel my shoulders slump in almost relief. He’ll come back, I figure and return to the living room to join Gaara and Kiba.

Itachi, looking a bit sober now slinks out of the kitchen area and places hands on my shoulders immediately after I sit down and I look up directly into charcoal hues that shimmered a soft crimson and I blink. Right. I turn to Gaara and Kiba as Itachi stands straight and introduce, “Guys, this is my brother Itachi. Itachi, this is Gaara,” and the redhead pans him up and down, then nods and resumes watching the tv. “And this is Kiba,” and I waited for a stupid remark from the addressed brunette.

“Goddamn, yer hot,” Kiba grins and I face palm.

Itachi just laughs, looking quite flattered and he thanks the brunette for the compliment before announcing his leave for bed. Stooping over he whispers to me, “I knew they were coming over, so I brought you guys something. But don’t be stupid about it, okay? And don’t tell mom.” I blush brightly and scowl at my stupid brother as he knowingly winks at me and waves.

What the fuck? He’s still drunk.

Kiba, overhearing the conversation leans over to look at me and has this very uncomfortable grin on his face, “Yer bro got us presents?”

I growl, thoroughly annoyed and answer with a strained, “Yes,” and groan. I direct with a careless toss of my arm toward the kitchen, “Over there, on the counter. In the bag. Just keep it down, my parents and brother went to bed.”

“Whoo!” Kiba chirps, though minding his best to be quiet after instructed to do so and hops over the back of the couch. Gaara passes glowing green eyes my way and expects me to elaborate on the “presents.”

Frowning, I appease him, “My stupid brother bought us booze.” Gaara nods and I run a stressed hand through my hair, “To be honest I’ve never had friends over even in my old house. So I guess my brother thinks this is the best way to celebrate.”

The redhead smirks some and suggests that we watch something else. As Gaara and I look for something else to watch Kiba comes with booze in tow and cracks open a can of beer, handing one to both of us and sets the bag of the others down in the middle of the floor.

My can opens with a loud hiss and I wince at the harsh, starchy taste of the beer. I didn’t drink very often and when I did, it usually wasn’t beer.

“Should we get, Naruto?” Gaara asks as he pulls out an actual movie this time.

“Where is he anyway?” I frown, figuring he should’ve been done his cigarette and have come back by now.

“He’s probably fapping,” is Kiba’s lewd answer and I spit my beer out. The brunette cackles at the disgusted expression on my face and I wipe the beer away. Ugh.

“Let’s just drink without him!” Kiba cheers, thrusting his beer can into the air as Gaara pushes in the DVD. Stupid Kiba, but I find myself smirking enthusiastically at his actions regardless.

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[Naruto’s POV]

I had nearly smoked half my pack of cigarettes. I couldn’t explain it, but that guy hanging all over Sasuke like that really pissed me off. Like how when Kiba gets stupid around him, but worse because I had no idea who the fuck he was.

Deciding that I was more or less calm again I supposed that I should see what the retards are doing. Wandering down the hall where I can hear subdued laughter, I felt myself getting confused and pissed off all over again.

There few a open beer cans laying about between Gaara, Kiba and Sasuke and I quirk a brow, staring in awe at the three of them who were slightly flushed and ask the obvious.

“You’re drinking?”

“DUH,” Kiba bellows. “It wouldn’t be a party without booze, would it?”

I glare at dog-breath and feel the need to knock him out, but refrain. I expected Kiba and Gaara and even myself for that matter to do this… But, Sasuke?! This was… way weird. I didn’t think the goody-two-shoes over here knew what alcohol WAS much less drink it!

But there we was, already on what looked to be his second beer and trying desperately to keep a collected look on his face.

Well, whatever. It’s his house anyway.

“Who got the booze?” I ask, though quite honestly I didn’t give a flying fuck as Gaara hands me a can of beer. Taking a seat between Sasuke and Gaara on the floor where the three of them had gathered, Kiba answers me.

“Sasuke’s big bro got it for us!” He’s grinning wildly, already buzzed it seemed with three empty cans around him. Fucking booze-hound.

I blink and pass an incredulous look to Sasuke, “Your brother…?” There’s a look of anger and distaste and Sasuke catches it, frowning at me, but failing to hide the flushed look on his face.

“Yea, my brother.”

I harrumph and pop open the can and proceed to chug the first one down mercilessly. It seemed like I had some catching up to do.

Opening my third can now, having finally caught up to the others who were now taking their time drinking, Kiba declares noisily, “We should play Circle of Death!”

We all, in unison tip ours heads in confusion and repeat, “Circle of Death?” Except for Gaara of course -- the Man of Many Words.

“YES!” And Kiba fists the table loudly. Sasuke, looking slightly startled defensively raises his hands and warns.

“Well if we’re going to be playing any type of game with YOU then we need to move to a quieter location.”

Good move Sasuke.

“Pack up,” Sasuke commands as he gathers his trash and current beer can, “we’re going to my room.”

“Ooh~” Kiba leers suggestively and Sasuke tosses an empty can at his head in response.

So taking the beer and ourselves to Sasuke’s bedroom we gather on a small table.

Chirping, Kiba asks, “Sasu-chan, do you have a deck of cards?”

The Uchiha looks at him questionably, blinks and has this rather puzzled look, “Uh, I think so,” and he gets up to search. Coming back with a deck of cards he hands them over to Kiba who spreads out the cards in a circle, backside up in a messy circle between us. We all stare at the cards stupidly, waiting for the mutt to explain.

“Okay! Circle of Death is a drinking game that helps you get to know yer buddies~”

Oh great. Is this another project related thing? If it is, I’m leaving.

He smiles at Sasuke stupidly and says, “This can help with our project.” But Sasuke doesn’t look convinced and instead incredibly wary now. I guess he figured it was bad enough he was drinking with us period. “The rules are based on the cards two through Ace,” he tells us after taking another swig of beer. “We should have plenty of beer to get us through at least one round…” he then says rather thoughtfully.

“Just explain the damn rules, Kiba, damnit,” I say in aggravation.

Laughing, he does, “Okay. So two is for you. That means if you draw a two you pick someone to take a drink. Three is for me, that means you have to take a drink. Four is for whores, which means all girls have to drink -- but since we have no girls we’ll do it as a social and everyone will drink. Five is social, so again everyone takes a drink. Six is for dicks, so all guys drink. Seven is heaven; whoever is the last person to raise their hand has to take a drink. Eight is for rape. That means you pick someone and you both drink. Nine is for rhyme; come up with a word and everyone in the circle has to rhyme it. Whoever can’t come up with a rhyme takes a drink. Ten is a rule. That means you can create any type of rule. For example, everyone who draws a red card has to remove an article of clothing.”

Spiking up at that, Kiba just laughs as we continue to glare him down. I’m going to kill him for this. I do NOT like where this game is going and we haven’t even started it yet.

“Anyone who draws a ten can change or modify the rule. Jack is Never-Have-I-Ever. You say, ‘Never have I ever streaked in public,’ or something like that and whoever’s done it has to drink. Queen is dare~” and he has this goofy, but lewd look on his face that makes me want to punch him. “You dare someone to do something and they HAVE to do it. Penalty for refusing a dare is drinking half of whatever ya got.”

So this is also a game to see who gets drunk the fastest. Great.

“King is category, the same as rhyme. Come up with a category and who fails to keep up has to drink. And lastly Ace.”

We’re all hunched over in anticipation surprisingly enough. Now that Kiba was down to explaining the last card that meant we were going to start.

“Ace is Waterfall. Whoever draws the Ace card starts drinking and it goes in a circle. You can’t stop drinking till the person next to you stops.” Dark eyes pan over us all in the room and he smirks daringly, “Everyone got it?”

Nodding, Kiba grins and whoops loudly.

“AWRIGHT, let’s start!”

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AAAAAND FIN!////bricked
Okay so it was a little bit longer than I anticipated~ XD
but the night is far from over! This is a REAL game that me and my friends play whenever we get the chance to afford booze XD; best played with a large group of friends that can hold their liquor [no fun only playing one round XD]

Working on the next chapter now as we speak!


Please R & R!!