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I was a lesbian.

And I had been for the past four years, that's what I had decided.

Some people might've said "What the hell? You can't just decided on your sexual orientation!"

Well, I can. I'm just awesome like that.

The fact is that up to my, say, fourteenth birthday I was more or less bisexual.

I mean, c'mon, the majority of Japanese girls under 14 didn't even really know how sex worked so it was difficult to be sure about your sexuality before you even had any experience.

But with me it was different.

While I had never really thought about my preferences one day it just clicked.

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I had attended Asarei Middle School for half a year and my birthday was approaching.

Sending me to an all girls school had been my father's desperate attempt to keep me out of trouble aka fistfights, pranks and skipping class with my friends.

My father had hoped that being surrounded by girls I would become more docile as well.

Of course it didn't work.

I still ditched class, pranked students as well as teachers and there were plenty of opportunities to get into fights outside of school.

Because of that not really lady-like behaviour most girls tried to avoid me; they didn't like my loud attitude and they did not want to get dragged into any trouble.

Somehow I could understand them.

But on the other hand acting like a boy was much more fun than being a cute, little girl.

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Of course, my father noticed that I never brought any friends from school.

And, of course, he was worried.

So, like the supportive parent he was he made up a plan: he prepared a huge party for my birthday, and while I had invited only my old friends from elementary school as well as some kids I knew from town, my father went and send out invitations to my entire class.

I was shocked.

Not only shocked about when instead of the expected fifteen guests there were suddenly thirtysix people squashed into our apartment.

I was shocked that actually most of the girls had accepted the invitation!

Of course I had a certain guess about their quick change of mind: they knew that I had a lot of male friends – and they thought that my party was the perfect opportunity to gather some valuable experience.

But despite all that I had the greatest birthday party ever.

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One of the girls from my class stood out in any crowd.

Haruno Sakura had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and even before I had gotten to know her, I had always adored her for it.

She was really pretty and if I had been as vain as most girls I would've envied her for her soft, pink hair, her sparkling, green eyes and her slender legs.

In my opinion she was perfect.

I probably wouldn't have been as enchanted had she not proved that night that she had an outstanding character as well.

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Most of the other girls from my class didn't really know what to get me as a present.

I mean, I could understand that – what do you give a person you never even really talked to?

So for my fourteenth birthday I mostly got chocolate, make up, a bracelet, a love novel and a DVD of some corny Leonardo DiCaprio movie.

Safe for the chocolate the presents were pretty much useless for someone like me, but I was still incredibly happy and thanked everyone.

That was until it was Sakura's turn to give me her presents.

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"At first I didn't know what to get you." She admitted what everyone had been trying to hide. "But then I thought really hard about what you might like and suddenly it was just so obvious."

And she presented me with a pair of orange and black striped stockings; and stockings there were two cups of instant ramen, a furry stuffed toy fox and a bright yellow tee-shirt that said "I had SUNSHINE for breakfast".

I was in tears, and man, that sure is something, considering I am not as whiny as most girls my age.

It was in that moment I realized that I should really try to become Sakura's friend.

It was in the next moment when Sakura leaned in to press a sweet kiss onto my lips that I realized I wanted to become her girlfriend as well.

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And so I became a lesbian.

Sounds easy right?

Almost like happily ever after.

But like always that wasn't going to happen.

Because as the tomboy I was I had forgotten one thing: many girls my age had the annoying habit of kissing their close friends, to say hello and goodbye, to say thank you and I'm sorry, to show their affection and sometimes just to show the boys what they could not do.

So, while I suspected that Sakura was indeed hitting on me, she had only wanted to congratulate me for my birthday.

I only found out about that much later.

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But as you see, it was already too late: I was gay.

Maybe it was just because I had felt my heart flutter at the kiss because it was my first kiss period, so I thought it was something special.

And maybe Sakura managed to unintentionally lead me on the following weeks by actually spending some time with me.

And while she wanted to really be my friend now I believed she wanted to be my girlfriend.

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A month after my birthday I decided that a change was needed; and as you know when a woman needs a change in her life, she has to do something else first: get a new haircut.

When I appeared in school at Monday I probably would've been kicked out because they thought I was a boy.

Luckily I was wearing my school uniform for girls.

Luckily all the students and teachers knew me so it just took them a few seconds to realize that it was still me.

Just with short hair.

Like... really short.

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I had been growing my hair past my shoulder blades and had thought for a while now that the long pigtails annoyed me.

The short pixie was so much easier to handle: no blow-drying, no brushing, no knots, no lost hair ties, no conditioner, no bad hair days.

I thought it was awesome and it surely felt like it; my head and my whole body felt much lighter and for the following days I walked through the world with new found self-esteem.

And again Sakura managed to lead me on.

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She thought my new hair cut was great – and together with her best friend Yamanaka Ino she returned from the coiffeur with a stylish bob that made her eyes stand out even more.

While Ino was not as happy with her own new style Sakura was thrilled.

She even thanked me for indirectly encouraging her and said that now she felt more like a woman instead of a child.

You can imagine how thrilled I was at that revelation.

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Five months and eights days I tried really hard to woo her.

But again, I was a tomboy and had no idea about subtle flirting.

And instead of making Sakura fall in love with me, she slowly began to distance herself from me.

Not like bluntly telling me that I was annoying and ending our friendship, just... not meeting each other at least once a week, not calling every evening, not having sleepovers at her house.

She was much too sweet to act like that.

Instead something else happened.

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I think it was some day after I had openly oggled Sakura while getting dressed, that some of the other girls got uncomfortable with my... odd behaviour.

And finally one of them snapped.

"Why don't you get dressed somewhere else?" one of my classmates, Hagura, pointed an accusing finger at me. "Stop eye-raping us, you stupid dyke."

Just to make things clear: I had been eye-raping Sakura-chan, not anyone else, especially not Hagura herself because she was just... ew!

So, I was more or less completely innocent and let myself get riled up by the mean insult.

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"Why do you care what I do, bitch?" although I usually not used that colourful vocabulary at school I thought that it was an appropiate reply to what she had called me.

"You're acting like this is a private peep show just for you!" Hagura yelled at me and by now she really had everyone's attention in the dressing room. "Just because you're a girl we won't allow you to look at us girls! Pervert!"

I know I am repeating myself, but I have to insist that I was only watching Sakura.

For a moment I pondered on whether I should just lie and say that I was simply appraising Sakura's pretty, green bra and the matching panty with the smily on it, but then I decided that Hagura – or anyone else for that matter – would not believe me.

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I could feel Sakura-chan's eyes on me but still I straightened my back, squared my shoulders and stuck up my nose. "Sorry to disappoint you, Hagura, but you are definitely not the kind of girl that interests me."

There. Shocked silence. For a moment I thought it was funny.

Then I realized that it was not.

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"Ew, you're a lesbian!" Hagura made a disgusted expression and several girls joint her. "That's just... so gross! We always got dressed in front of you! I'm so gonna tell the principal – you'll get kicked out of school for that!"

For a split second my brain wondered whether it was even allowed to kick someone out of school for liking girls but then I saw how everyone was staring at me with a mixture of disgust, confusion and disbelief; I felt my face turn red and without even thinking I dashed out of the dressing room.

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Of course I did not get kicked out of school.

Instead something really amazing happened.

While I was already making plans of convincing my father to move to, say... Australia, to save myself from even more public humiliation, Sakura-chan approached me the next morning.

And she explained me that she didn't care about whether I was a lesbian or not, but that she was not and thus could only see me as a friend, because she really wanted to stay my friend, even if that included getting ogled in the dressing room.

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Ever since then we have been inseparatable, and I am incredibly grateful to have someone as amazing as her by my side.

That same day, after coming clean with my sexuality, I confronted my class, standing in front of the board, hands on my hips and declared that, yes, I was a dike, yes, I liked girls, yes, I would continue to stare at their boobs every time I got the chance to, and no, they could not change anything about that, so they should simply learn to live with it.

Funnily enough everyone was okay with it afterwards and some girls even approached me to congratulate me for finally coming to terms with myself, and to voice their adoration for my courage and self-esteem.

People are weird.

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That had been three years ago.

Now I was seventeen, still a lesbian but more or less sexually experienced, happy with my life and my sexual orientation, and finally in High School.

After having studied for months I had managed to pass the entrance exam and finally had some time to relax.

Some time means about two days, afterwards I had to start studying again because really, that's all you do in High School.

The entrance exam itself had been pretty much just a farce.

Asarei consisted of both a middle and a high school so you just had to pass the exam and were allowed to continue attending it.

The exam had been rather easy so luckily I dHadn't had any major problems; Sakura-chan, of course, passed with flying colours.

That was another advantage of not having to go looking for a new school: I could still stay with my friends.

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I had hoped that Sakura and maybe Ino would want to celebrate now that the worst part was over but the former insisted that she still had to study a lot.

Sometimes I got the feeling that she rarely did anything else.

Anyway, that was the reason that I had decided to simply party by myself.

No, not like all alone at home, but going to a club on my own.

Knowing myself I would easily get to know new people or even meet some of my other friends.

Then again that wasn't as likely – did I mention that I was currently standing in a gay bar?

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Two months ago I had returned to the easy but somewhat boring life of being single.

My ex-girlfriend, Hyuuga Hinata from my class, was an extremely pretty and really cute girl.

When I had started dating her it was because I had decided to try something new for once.

Up till now I've only ever been with girls who were a lot like me: loud and cheerful and short-tempered with the habit of always talking back.

My crush on Sakura-chan had proved that as well as my one time fling with a sexually frustrated Ino and of course Tenten, my girlfriend whom I had been with for half a year.

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So I had thought that dating Hinata was a good idea because our personalities didn't clash as violently as with my other girlfriends.

She was pretty much the completely opposite of me.

Dark hair, pale skin, petite built but with all the right curves, a timid smile that could melt ice, a soft voice and delicate fingers that had played the piano ever since she was five.

Sometimes she looked like a painting, or rather like a china doll: she was fragile, easy to break and you always had to handle her with care.

That was what made me realize that our relationship couldn't work out.

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When we kissed there was no fire and I never dared to do anything beyond kissing with her.

I bet the girl would've died out of shame if she only imagined me touching her in a sexual way.

She was cute, I liked her; I might've even loved her but when she looked at me there was no love, no attraction, only adoration for someone she wanted to be like.

She had mistaken her sisterly admiration for sexual desire and that just couldn't work.

So two months ago I had gently sat her down on her bed and told her that she was not yet ready for a homosexual relationship.

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"Maybe you should try guys first." I had told her seriously but with a smile. "When you realize that us girls are truly the best, we can try again, okay?"

To my surprise she had taken it less hard than I had thought.

She had smiled softly and nodded and said that maybe I was right and she had simply wanted to be loved by someone who was so strong.

That had nearly made me cry.

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Hinata was such a sweet girl but much so self-conscious; still I was sure that she would one day come to terms with her own personality (and sexuality) just like a had done.

Maybe she had needed me to act as her Sakura, to open her eyes and to open herself.

I liked to think of it that way instead of admitting that I was sexually frustrated – and waiting for Hinata would've taken ages.

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That's why I had decided to go hottie hunting tonight; I needed to relieve my tension but at the very least I hoped that I could flirt a bit.

Sometimes an appraising gaze was all you need to feel better again.

Fire Shadow, the best gay bar in town, was of course the best option to choose because usually most lesbians didn't walk around with flashing signs on their foreheads to declare their sexuality, and although my gaydar worked just fine I was too lazy to seek out the lesbians in a normal bar.

Currently I was standing at the counter and talking to Sai, one of the bar tenders whom I had know for a while now and who was wearing a flimsy outfit that showed off his toned abs and the glittering piercing in his belly button.

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"So, now I'm back on the market." I explained my situation with a tired sigh and he grinned at me. "I'm sure we've got something here for you. You want a drink?"

Of course the former statement was not related to my drink but to the women who were either on the dance floor or sitting around the tables in the rear part of the bar.

"A Zombie (1), please." I answered his question first and then let my gaze drift over the people on the dance floor.

Today was not a good day for me, I quickly realized when I saw that it were mostly men around and the few girls didn't catch me interest.

Some women were either already totally drunk off their asses which was the major reason I immediately erased them from my list; others were just not my type at all, and those that were were already obviously taken, closely dancing and kissing with their girlfriends.

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With a frown I spotted a group of five girls sitting around around a table; they were talking and giggling and staring over to a gay couple that was making out against a wall.

I rolled my eyes at their childish behaviour; four out of five times that I came hear you could see that kind of girls, waiting like vultures, until two sexy boys started smexing each other up.

Those girls had never kissed anyone but their grandmothers, couldn't properly walk in the high heels they wore and watched gay soft porn to get their share of sexual experience.

I hated them.

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With an annoyed sigh I turned back to Sai who was still devotedly preparing my Zombie.

I eyed my reflection that was staring my at me out of the huge mirror that covered half of the wall.

My eyes had been given the honour of being graced with make up today.

I wasn't one to spend three hours in the bathroom but once Sakura had introduced me to the wonders of kohl and mascara I found that I liked how it enhanced my gaze.

Lip gloss and lipstick were much too sticky and tasted weird, and since I was naturally tan I rarely even bothered with applying powder or rouge.

My hair, though, hadn't seen a brush in a while, and again I tried to flatten some of the wild strands that made me look as if I had just crawled out of a dumpster; in the end, though, I decided to just ignore it.

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Since I hated my school uniform (getting groped by old geezers is even more disturbing when you don't like men at all) I rarely ever wore skirts outside school.

Thus my outfit consisted of my favourite pair of jeans that hung lowly on my hips, black and white chucks, a red teeshirt and a stylish white vest that I only wore because tonight was Black Light Night at Fire Shadow's.

Most people wore some combination of black and white and the crowd looked like a buzzing swarm of contaminated fire flies.

Especially Sai looked funny in his black cargo pants, the white belt and the zebra top.

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"Here you go, Naruto-kun." He turned around and placed my Zombie in front of me. "Remember, there's alcohol in there. Don't drink too much."

Sai always loved to treat me like a girl.

Well, sure, I was a girl, but he made it sound like I was a girl who needed help with everything.

With that he usually managed to get me really riled up.

"Thanks, Sai." I just answered now, not in the mood to let myself be angered by him.

"Ah, please excuse me for a moment." Sai had spotted another costumer at the other end of the counter. "I'll be right back, Dickless."

To hell with my mood.

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"Sai, you god damn-"

I had jumped up from my bar stool and my shoulder had knocked right into someone.

"Whoa! Sorry!" I apologized at once and looked at the boy who now scowled at me.

Apparently he had been standing next to me when I had jumped up, and my shoulder had bumped against his arm, nearly making him lose his grip on the glass he held in his hand.

"Be careful, idiot." He growled and placed the glass on the counter.

"I already said I'm sorry." I bared my teeth at him; what was it with that asshole?

After all the glass had already been empty so it was not like I had made him spill his drink.

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"You should pay attention to your surroundings before you move, stupid." He told me and I wanted to accidentally spill my drink all over his face.

"Yeah, well, sorry, mister, but it's not my fault you were standing so close next to me!" I retorted angrily, and in fact I wondered how he had managed to sneak up on me like that.

Sure, the music was rather loud and I had been distracted by Sai but it was not like me to get easily surprised – usually it was me who surprised everyone else.

While I glared at him, though, I realized that he was probably the only person in this bar who was not wearing something white.

He was completely dressed in black and maybe dark blue (hard to tell in this light), so unlike everyone else he did not glow like he had swallowed some fluid illuminant, and maybe that was the reason why I hadn't seen him.

I wondered whether he had simply forgotten that is was Black Light Night or whether he was just too stuck up to follow the dress code.

Looking at his superior smirk I decided that it was most likely the latter.

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"I was standing close to you?" He repeated my accusation and cocked an eyebrow. "Please, you make it sound like you're something special."

"You bastard!" I lifted myself completely from my stool now and squared my shoulders as I glared at up him, hating the fact that I was only a tiny girl and the ass towered several inches over me. "Who do you think you are?"

"That I won't tell you. But I know what you are." He smirked again. "Not worth my time."

I scrunched up my nose. "What? Can't you at least come up with some original insult?"

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"You're not worth an original insult either." He replied smoothly, but I could see his eyebrow twitch – a proof that his mask was slipping, that I was robbing him off his poise.

Realizing that, I pressed my hands onto my hips, a grin on my lips and new confidence because now I was sure that I could talk that bastard down.

"Listen, pretty boy." I began, inching closer, hoping that he would feel somewhat intimidated. "Just because you're too-"

"Naruto-kun!" suddenly Sai was back again. "What have I told you about harassing our costumers?"

"I wasn't-" I tried to defend himself but the bastard cut me off by addressing Sai himself. "So, I take it it's a hobby of that idiot?"

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"Pretty much." Sai answered with a smile. "But be careful, I may protect you now but you would not be the first one to get beaten to a bloody pulp by Dickless."

"Hah!" I huffed in pride and crossed my arms, happy that Sai was siding up with me after all.

The next words made me fume again.

"Dickless?" the bastard repeated with a smirk. "Seems fitting."

"I'm gonna kill ya!" and with that I launched myself as the cocky bastard, getting a hold of his designer dress shirt and trying to shake the living day lights out of him.

He grabbed my wrists, trying to get rid off me, but although I might not look like it: I was strong when I wanted to be.

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"Naruto-kun!" Sai warned me again; after all his reminder of me beating up people hadn't been an empty threat.

"Let go, you freak!" the asshole gritted his teeth when he realized that I was not going to give up easily.

"Make me, teme!" I only growled and only tightened my hold.

"If you don't cease this at once I'll have you removed from the building." Sai threatened and at once the bastard and I let go of each other – Fire Shadow was one of the best bars in town and the entrance ticket had been much too expensive to risk getting thrown out because of a mere argument.

The bastard seemed to think the same because he only straightened his collar and looked away as if nothing had ever happened.

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"Now." Sai said in a pleasing voice; I was seriously beginning to hate that annoying smile of his. "Why don't the two of you make up and be friends again."

Friends again – my eyebrow twitched at the choice of words; he made it sound as if we had been friends before.

Sai's gaze moved from the bastard to me and back again. "Naruto-kun? Sasuke-kun?"

Ah, so the asshole had a name; good to know because I hated to bother myself with beheading people I didn't even know the names of.

"We're fine." Sasuke-teme growled out, giving the answer Sai wanted to hear, and I gave an unwilling nod.

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"Wonderful." Sai clapped his hands. "Then why don't you treat Naruto-kun to a drink? I'll even add an extra straw for you."

"That won't be necessary." Sasuke hissed but Sai only continued to smile. "Are you sure? I'm certain the security guards will be just delighted to see that you are getting along so well."

The bastard bit his lower lips and I could see how he was fighting against himself, but then the words finally erupted from his mouth. "Fine. What do you want to drink, dobe?"

"Uh?" I eyed my long drink that was nowhere near finished. "I don't know."

"How about a Black Sun?" he offered and I was going to shrug, but then realized his intention as my gaze fell on his empty glass on the counter.

The sneaky bastard probably tried to get me to order the drink he had wanted to buy anyway.

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"Naaah." I said lazily and let my eyes drift over the names of the drinks that were listed on a sign above our heads. "I'll take the... Yellow Sex on the Beach"

I had always wanted to try the most expensive drink on the menu.

Sasuke immediately glared at me when it was now his turn to notice my intention. "You little-" "

"Yellow Sex on the Beach it is!" Sai repeated my order cheerfully. "The security guards will be happy to hear about your choice."

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I couldn't stop the grin from splitting my face in halves as I watched the bastard's face darken.

His hand slipped into the back pocket of his jeans and he pulled out his wallet, tossing some bills onto the counter. "Sai, make me a Vermillon and bring it over to my table, understood?"

And Sasuke turned around and vanished into the crowd before Sai could security guard threaten him into sitting down and drinking with me.

"Sure thing, Sasuke-kun." Sai smiled to himself, took the money and started to mix up first the Yellow Sex on the Beach and then the Vermillon.

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I continued to sip my Zombie while watching Sai's skilled movements, the way his hands filled dashes of different drinks into the shaker, how he juggled with four lemons before taking one and squeezing the juice out, how his hips swayed gently with the music around us.

"Why are you grinning like that?" my curiousity finally got the better of me and he stopped to give me a knowing look. "On normal days Sasuke-kun always orders a Black Sun. When something's bothering him he needs a Devil Stepping B. But when he's in a good mood and feels refreshed he wants a Vermillon. You might not believe it but once he's had some of those you won't be able to get him off of the dance floor."

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I frowned at that. "That stuck up asshole? I doubt it. Anyway, why would he be in a good mood? I just made him pay 1000 yen for a drink."

"Sasuke-kun is a strange guy." Sai just mused and set down the two drinks in front of me. "Do me a favor and bring him his Vermillon, okay?"

"But-" I started to protest but he only cut me off. "Have you met our new security guard? I've heard rumors that he once worked for the Yakuza but they thought he was too dangerous so they kicked him out. Maybe I should introduce you to him?"

"Okay, okay!" I stopped him and slammed my hand onto the counter. "Gosh, I get it, I get it. Just let me finish my drink."

"How sweet of you." And Sai left me again to miserably sip my Zombie.

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I glared at the glass that was filled with cinnabar coloured liquid, and my glare only intensified as I imagined it were the bastard himself.

At first I pondered on just grabbing my two drinks and leaving the counter to hide in the crowd but then I reminded myself with a gulp that Sai could actually send the Yakuza guy to search for me.

Casting aside any worries I downed the last bit of my Zombie and it send a rush of dizziness to my head, but I still stood up, grabbed both my Yellow Sex on the Beach and the teme's Vermillon and made my way over to where the tables stood.

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Carefully I avoided the dance floor and any people whose elbows might've threatened my fragile luggage but still I couldn't help but notice how everyone was in a good mood.

Lesbians around or not, I decided to throw myself into the dancing crowd the moment I had fulfilled my mission and finished my second drink.

Craning my neck I tried to make out were that Sasuke guy was sitting, wondering who in their right minds would accompany an asshole like him to actually share a table with him.

Again I cursed my lack of height but sure enough after some more moments of glaring around I spotted a table in a secluded area of the club.

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To my surprise I saw four people sitting with the dick.

To my even greater surprise I recognized two of them.

Shaking my head in confusion I approached them, hoping that my eyes were blacking tricks on me.

They were not.

"Temari?" I asked with disbelief once I was in hearing range. "Gaara?"

"Naru-sweety!" Temari grinned at me the moment she realized that it was me. "Should have expected to meet you here."

"Naruto-kun." Gaara nodded at me. "Nice to see you."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still completely dumb-founded. "Gaara I understand, but you Temari... Hey, you haven't decided to-"

"No." Temari cut me off at once. "I'm here with my boyfriend."

And she slung her arm around the boy who was sitting next to her.

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Just to make things clear for you guys:

I had met Gaara in my earlier days, a while after finding out about my sexuality.

It had been a meeting were gay kids could talk about their experience and get support from others.

Personally I didn't really believe that it would help me with being gay but I saw the brochure at school and thought that it might be fun.

And it really was.

Some gay teacher from another school had organized everything and in the end it was less about talking about being gay but knowing that there were other kids who felt the same.

Somehow it was reassuring.

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Even back then at age fourteen Gaara had been an interesting person who stood out in the crowd.

It wasn't that he was a queer as a fork and screamed it out to the world like Sai did for example.

But Gaara had immediately managed to catch me eye.

Blood red hair, a tattoo on his forehead (my father would've killed me!), and no eyebrows although I never understood why he shaved them off; he was just weird like that.

And for some reason I was the only one who managed to get close to him; the proof that he liked me as well had been that he told his siblings about me.

That's how I met Temari.

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Temari was the reincarnation of an ancient Greek lesbian Goddess

I mean, there was an island named Lesbos(2), right, and I'm pretty sure they believed in someone who looked like Temari and built temples and statues to honor her.

Man, I would've loved to go on vacation there.

Temari was like a wet dream on legs - long, smooth, tan legs.

She was three years older than me and at that time she looked already like a woman.

A woman with a perfectly formed bust, toned abs, slim waist and a sensual gaze that just screamed sexiness.

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After my first, naive crush on Sakura-chan Temari became the one whom I started to fantasize about when I touched myself under the shower.

And I never tried to hide that I had totally fallen for her.

Gaara was kinda annoyed that I always wanted to come over only to see his sister; their brother Kankuro found it extremely amusing; and Temari soon turned from Aw, ain't she cute? to WTF! You're seriously creeping me out!

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I wasn't stalking her or anything I just kept randomly popping up at the places where I knew she would be and I send her cheesy love letters and one time even a bouquet of flowers that I had picked personally.

Sooner or later, though, I had to realize that she was definitely not interested in me.

I still believe that at one point she had some homosexual experience although she doesn't want to admit it.

But maybe one day when she feels lonely I will be there to cheer her up. Heh.

As it seemed, though, that wasn't going to be the case as she now was draped all over her new boyfriend.

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I placed my Yellow Sex on the Beach on the table and reached over to shake the guy's hand.

"Hi, I'm Uzumaki Naruto."

The boy's hand was slack in my fierce grip, just like his whole appearance showed his laziness.

"Nara Shikamaru." He gave me a nod, not unfriendly but still just too laid back to do anything more.

"So, you're the guy who turned Temari straight again?" I asked with a grin and of course she glared at me, especially when her Shikamaru gave her a strange look.

"I was never and will never be homosexual!" she insisted, tightening her hold on her boyfriend.

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"Sure, honey." I winked at her. "You do know that you are currently sitting in a gay bar?"

"We're here with friends." Temari replied with a huff. "Ask Gaara."

I turned to her brother who only shrugged. "It was actually her idea."

And back to Temari who was now fuming.

"Thanks for your help!" she barked at her youngest sibling and then glared back at me. "Fine, you nosy idiot! Shika and I wanted to go on a date but then we thought that it was time to get to know each other's friends. As it turned out three out of five people were gay so we ended up here. Kankuro wanted to come at first but when he realized that instead of groping girls he might be getting groped by guys he called it quits."

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"Aw, but he's such a pretty boy." I cooed, knowing full well that Kankuro was probably the straightest thing on earth. Well, safe for my godfather, of course, but that man was the god of porn so no surprise there.

"Do you intent to hold my drink until it's warmed up or do I get do drink it before it tastes like tea?"

My face darkened as I was reminded of the reason why I had even come to this table.

"Teme!" I glared at the bastard who sat in one of the chairs, cross-legged and cross-armed and looking just as stuck up as before.

Pity, I had just started to enjoy the evening.

I

"My drink." He reminded me again and with as much force as intended I slammed the glass down in front of him.

Like in all moments like this, instead of intimidating him I only managed to embarrass myself by spilling some of the red fluid over my hand.

I cursed.

"Usuratonkachi." Sasuke mumbled and shook his head.

"Shut it, teme!" I growled while wiping my hand against the fabric of my jeans. "Be grateful I brought you your pussy drink."

"Pussy drink?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Obviously that shit is something only a girl would order." I replied cockily. "So, you're a pussy."

"Says the one who wanted Sex on the Beach."

I

Instead of reminding him that as a girl (with a pussy, thank you very much) I was allowed to do that, I just laughed at him. "Because you had to pay 1000 yen for it!"

At that everyone stared at the bastard.

"You treated Naruto-kun to a drink?" Temari asked with disbelief in her voice. "Wow."

"No!" Sasuke objected with a fierce voice. "I was forced to do it."

"Forced?" asked the guy with long, shiny hair who was sitting next to Sasuke and whom I had ignored up till how.

Sasuke looked at his friend. "Sai did it."

"That explains it all." That guy seemed to be as used to Sai's attitude as anyone who came here on a regular basis.

I

"You and the bastard boyfriends or what?" I asked cheekily and I had to bid back a laugh as Sasuke, who was just taking a sip of his Vermillon, nearly chocked on it and had to spit it back into the glass.

"God! No!" he rasped out, obviously referring to my question.

His friend gave him a long, hard stare. "Good to know how you think of me, Sasuke. I had no idea you found me as unappealing as you just demonstrated."

"Cut the crap, Neji." Sasuke rolled his eyes at him. "You making jokes is weirding me out."

Okay, so if that Neji guy had actually tried to be funny with his statement then I had obviously missed it.

I

Anyway, I knew my manners and offered him my hand to shake his.

"Nice to meet you." I smiled and he nodded back. "Uzumaki-san. My name is Hyuuga Neji."

"Huh, funny, I know someone named Hyuuga." I laughed. "But call me Naruto. You don't have to be so formal. We're among friends."

I stretched the last word a bit and glared at Sasuke-teme again who just ignored me.

"Sit down with us, Naruto-kun." Gaara told me in a tone that sounded like an order but I knew that it was rather an offer and a plea; he probably felt stupid with Temari and Shikamaru clinging to each other, while Sasuke and Neji probably preferred to talk among themselves.

Like the good person I was I grinned at him, nodded and grabbed a nearby chair to let myself slump down onto it.

I

"They raised the prices, haven't they?" Neji let his eyes wander over the menu in his hands.

"Yeah, I was surprised, too." I told him, intent on getting a conversation going. "But Sai told me they did that already four months ago. I haven't been here in a while so I only noticed today."

"Studying for the exams?" Neji asked and I nodded with a smile. "Hehe, good guess at that."

"He wasn't guessing." The bastard didn't even look at me when he threw insults at me. "It was obvious that someone like you would have to study for months to actually pass any exam."

"You complete and utter asshole!" I ground out but was cut off by Temari who asked. "So, Naruto, how's your love life? Still smexing up innocent virgins?"

"Nah." I scratched the tip of my nose. "I've been single for two months."

"Oh?" Temari seemed surprised. "Didn't you say she was such a cute one? What was her name again?"

I

"Hinata." I replied, taking a sip of my drink through the straw. "And yes, she was cute. Just not yet ready for that kind of relationship."

"Wait a moment." Neji gave me a confused look. "You said you know someone by the name of Hyuuga. Hyuuga Hinata, by any chance?"

"Yeah." I nodded surprised. "You're her relative? You kinda look alike."

"I'm her cousin." Neji answered. "But you said... she was your girlfriend?"

"Yeah." Again I nodded but quickly realized that he would probably start acting like an over-protective brother if he thought that I had done something naughty to her.

"Don't worry, though!" I hurried to say. "I broke up with her. She didn't want to go any further than kissing."

I

Wrong thing to say. Neji's face darkened. "You broke up with her because she didn't want to have sex with you?"

"No!" I raised my hands in case I had to block any fists that might've come flying at me. "No, no! That came out totally wrong! I meant to say that I broke up with her because I knew that I wasn't the one she should have a relationship with! We just didn't work out."

"Believe me, Uzumaki, I will ask her about the circumstances and should I hear that you have hurt her, I swear, you'll have to fear for your life." Neji's voice was deathly, showing me that he really meant it.

"I got it!" I shrieked, slightly hysteric. "Believe me!"

I

Temari seemed to realize that I had a knack for aggravating the people around me so she quickly thought of a subject that hopefully wouldn't cause any harm.

"Have you seen the new Mulan movie (3) yet?" she asked and thankful for her help I turned to her, relief written all over my face. "Yeah, I've seen it with Kiba last month. Usually I'm not that fond of Chinese movies but that one was really good."

"It was corny." Gaara objected and I shrugged. "Sure it was, but they want to keep up with Hollywood, right? And I think they did a great job. Especially the actress who played Mulan. What was her name again?"

"Zhao Wei." The bastard spoke up, again not looking at me. "Not that hard to remember, dobe."

My forehead started to hurt from all the frowning I had done by thinking about that asshole during the past thirty minutes.

I

"Listen, bastard." I told him. "Not all of us were born with a photographic memory."

"I don't have a photographic memory." He retorted. "I just keep in mind what I read."

"Then maybe you should read that!" I growled and showed him my middle finger, sticking my tongue out at the same time.

"Ah, yes." He nodded as if he had just realized something really important. "It says that you are a childish, immature idiot with major issues."

"What a surprise there, we have so much in common." I fluttered my eye flashes at him. "Wonderful, isn't it?"

I

"Ew." He made a face and shuddered. "If that's the case I would prefer suicide. Seppuku (4) will make sure that I've got some honor left in death. The mere thought of even belonging to the same race as you is simply gross."

"Yeah, but luckily you obviously are a sea cucumber. You certainly look like one."

"Hn, you- Wait, sea cucumber?" he seemed to think about the insult. "That doesn't even make sense!"

"Sure it does." I explained easily. "Sea cucumbers are slimy and ugly and just yuck! And nobody knows what they exist for. Just like you. Awesome, huh? Did you know that some sea cucumbers call spit out their innards when they feel threatened (5)? Can you do the same?"

"No, but if I continue looking at your ugly face I might spill the content of my stomach."

I

For a moment I was simply staring at his face; then I burst out in loud laughter.

"Oh my God!" I held my aching stomach. "That's so rich!"

"What?" Sasuke demanded to know. "What are you laughing about?"

"Just-" I tried to gulp in a huge breath of air before I continued talking. "You act all high and mighty, telling me how childish I am, and then you go and engage me in an equally childish argument, exchanging stupid insult as if you were a five year old. Hah! Can't deny that, huh?"

"Actually you have to admit that's true, Sasuke." Temari's boyfriend, Shikamaru, stretched lazily in his chair as if he were a cat getting comfortable on its favourite pillow.

"Shut it, Shika." Sasuke growled out, obviously angry that his friend wasn't backing him up.

"Why don't we just stop arguing and continue – uh – start to act like reasonable, sensible grown ups?" Temari asked in a friendly tone that made clear that she would not stay friendly if we didn't behave ourselves.

I

We continued talking about different things, preferably not about school, though, because since Shikamaru, Sasuke and I had just finished our exams we didn't want to think about it anymore.

I was actually surprised because at first I had thought that Shikamaru was older than me, and Temari dating someone who was three years younger than her was just not like her.

Then again maybe she really liked that lazy ass and to her he was someone special.

He was nice to hang around with, I guessed, and I liked his dry sense of humor but he was probably not the one to go partying with all night long.

I

Neji was a weird guy who liked to talk about politics and economics, but when it came to that Sasuke and Shikamaru seemed interested so Temari and I hurried to change the subject, managing to at least start talking about sports.

With that Temari still felt left out but I was happily participating in the conversation, surprised when it turned out that Neji and Sasuke had actually met in the Kyudo (6)club of their school.

At Asarai, though, there weren't any cool clubs, only the choir, the orchestra, an art group, the athletic team, the gymnastic team and a jazz dance club.

Nothing that interested me, not even a soccer team and that really sucked.

I explained that I had always wanted to do Kendo (7) but had never gotten around to actually try it; at that comment Sasuke only laughed at me.

I

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the bastard.

Then again there's nothing much to say: he continued being a bastard.

Whatever I said or did he had to make fun of me: I laughed – he told me it sounded like a pig in heat; I nearly knocked over my glass – he said that it was my own fault for being such a klutz; he mentioned that I had only gotten a C in maths – he explained that he couldn't understand how I even managed to attend school in the first place, after all other monkeys weren't allowed either.

You get why I didn't exactly like him?

Still, I was having fun and by the time I finished my Yellow Sex on the Beach I was in a great mood.

I

At that moment one of my favourite songs started to erupt from the giant speakers on the walls, and a smile spread on my face when I remembered my previous intention.

"Hey, Gaara, care to dance?" I asked him with bright eyes, already getting up from my chair.

I knew that he actually liked to dance but he would never ask me himself and he would never dance with a stranger either – he hated touching people he didn't know and even shaking hands was a big no no for him.

Since it was me, though, he gave a curt nod and lifted himself from his chair, moving around the table to follow me to the dance floor.

I

"How about you, Temari?" I asked her – she was an amazing dancer.

She only gave me a meaningful look and made a gesture to her boyfriend. "Not yet. I'll have to wait until he's drunk enough."

I laughed, imagining a tipsy Shikamaru trying to dance the Samba, grabbed Gaara's hand and tugged him along until we stood not in the crowd (because the redhead would surely start to feel suffocated) but rather somewhere secluded where I had still enough space to spin him this was and that way.

Somewhere in the middle of the song he made me switch so he had the upper hand, leading me as if I were his puppet and making me do incredible moves, and had I not been with a friend I would have felt stupid, but making me first bend backwards and then take a step back so I nearly tripped over his feet was Gaara's way of showing that he was enjoying himself.

I

I was having just as much fun, even if by the end of the song I really managed to slip and fall down onto my ass; I sat there, dumb-founded and then started laughing until Gaara offered me his hand and helped me up.

The next song was much slower, and dancing a blues with a boy was always funny for me.

Since I viewed myself as the man in a relationship, the one who had to protect and take care, I didn't hesitate but encircled Gaara's waist with my arms.

Luckily enough he had no qualms about being my girl and he reached up to fold his hands behind my head.

He was half an inch shorter than me (which was always a boost to my self-esteem) and as we started to move in sensual, slow steps from one side to other, I bend down a tiny bit and touched my forehead against his.

Gaara let it happened and it made me smile because it was a valid proof that he really trusted me.

I

I had to giggle at the thought.

"You know that you're slightly tipsy?" Gaara informed me and I giggled again, nodding my head.

I had never been good at holding my liquor, and drinking a Sex on the Beach and a Zombie in less than an hour hadn't been such a good idea.

"Maybe I should get really drunk tonight." I mused and snickered at his sour expression; as far as I knew Gaara had never even smelled at anything that resembled alcohol.

"Then don't expect me to lead you home again." Gaara's lips thinned and I wasn't sure whether it was to show his disapproval or to hide a smile. "Just because you vomited all over your friend Kiba doesn't mean I'll allow you to do the same with me."

I

I pouted at him. "Don't act like I walk around thinking about whom I should puke on next."

"Oh, right, you find it more interesting to spill your innards on people."

At that I had to laugh again. "Yeah, well, it would certainly do the bastard good because maybe then he would barf out the stick that's stuck in his ass."

"Naruto, this is a gay bar." Gaara reminded me. "Most men here don't mind hard objects up their asses."

"Uh, gross!" I shook my head, trying to get rid of the unbidden images that had entered my head at once.

I

Just because I was a gay girl it didn't mean I wanted to think about gay guys doing kinky things.

It didn't help that Sai had one time told me every single detail about his latest one night stand.

I am sure that because of those disturbing memories that have been burned into my brain, I couldn't properly remember the chemical formula that I would've needed for my exam.

It was all Sai's fault.

And Gaara's because he knew what was currently going on in my hand, and surely enough that had been his intention because the little dickhead was a hopeless sadist.
Sometimes I wondered whether he was into bondage and whips and collars and all that stuff and- Ah! Here we go, this time it was my fault.

I

"Talking about hard objects in your ass." I decided that now it didn't matter anymore because it was already too late. "No hot guys for you around here? You don't want to scare away any possible suitors by dancing with me, right?"

"I actually thought that I should concentrate on school for a wh-"

I cut him off by banging my forehead against his. "Are you %%#$+? I just finished my exams! You still got the whole year left until it's your time!"

"But boyfriends are so distracting." Gaara had an annoyed expression on his face. "And always... clingy."

"Man, I thought you were always bottom?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Aren't you supposed to act like the girl?"

I

"Be careful with what you say, Uzumaki. I still got a whole lot more dick than you." A tiny smirk appeared on Gaara's pale lips. "Ask Sai, he will tell you the same."

"Sai is just still peeved because he mistook me for a boy the first time he saw me." Naruto replied smugly. "And when he shoved his hand down my pants and had to realize that I was a girl he felt stupid. That's why he calls me dickless. He tries to make me felt embarrassed so he won't have to anymore."

"And I'm afraid he isn't the only one who makes this mistake." Gaara mused but I hadn't really listened to him.

"Huh?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on Temari who had managed to drag Shikamaru onto the dance floor.

But Gaara only shook his head with a slight smile. "Nothing."

I

The following twenty minutes Gaara and I made each other sweat on the dance floor.

He wore a white shirt with a %%#$+ pattern on it and when I looked at it too long while he danced it made my head spin; I forced my eyes away, immediately spotting Temari again in her white cocktail dress glowing in the dark; the fabric barely covered her body, and while she danced it slid up her tights, revealing even more smooth skin, and her breast bounced every time she moved.

Man, Shikamaru was such a lucky bastard, I really envied him.

I

I looked back to our table and realized that Neji was gone, Sasuke sitting alone, arms propped up, his chin resting in his hands as he continued to stare off into the air.

Just like Gaara he probably wasn't the one to ask people for a dance, and with the scowl on his face surely no one wanted to ask him.

I wondered where Neji had gone since I couldn't spot him anywhere on the dance floor.

Suddenly I felt somewhat bad for the teme; he had come here to have fun and now he was waiting for the evening to end.

I

"Hey, Gaara, let's sit down again." I told him and he nodded; we were both already rather exhausted and sweaty, and I desperately needed something to drink.

"Hey." I greeted as I claimed Neji's chair for myself and sat down next to Sasuke; Gaara had excused himself to go to the bathroom.

I immediately regretted feeling sorry for Sasuke when the bastard again refused to look at me; instead he continued to stare at some spot on the wall.

"Look, teme, I don't know what kind of problem you have with me but you better suck it up, because you're ruining everyone's mood with your behaviour." I scolded him and this time he glared at me for a second, but then returning his gaze to try and pierce the wall again.

I gave an exaggerated sigh at his childishness when my eyes fell onto the empty glasses in front of him.

I

What had Sai said again?

"On normal days Sasuke-kun always orders a Black Sun. When something's bothering him he needs a Devil Stepping B. But when he's in a good mood and feels refreshed he wants a Vermillon."

Those glasses had neither been filled with red Vermillon and not with Black Sun either.

Devil Stepping B and bad mood then.

So, in the course of the evening he had gone from normal to good to bad.

Very bad considering that he had already finished two Devils.

Maybe the drink-mood thingy worked both ways and ordering him another Vermillon would cheer him up again?

But someone already made that decision for me.

I

Temari and Shikamaru returned to the table as well as Neji along with – surprisingly – Sai.

The bar tender was carrying a plate in his hand, skillfully moving through the crowd without spilling a single drop of the drinks he was delivering.

"A Latin Lover." Sai placed a cocktail in front of Temari when she had sat down, and winked at her. "Although I'm sure that you don't need one anymore. Sake Sunrise for Shikamaru-kun. Neji-kun, your Evolution 2008. And here, Gaara-kun's Pussy Foot, without alcohol, of course."

"Hey, Sai, can you get me a-" I snapped my mouth shut as he set down two more glasses on the table. "Short Hello and Long Goodbye for both Naruto-kun and Sasuke-kun."

I

"But I didn't-" I tried to refuse but again I was cut off.

"Don't worry." Sai smiled. "This is one the house."

"But I-"

"Shut it, dobe." With wide eyes I saw that Sasuke had already finished half of his cocktail. "Just drink it."

"Then... just tell me what's in there, Sai!" I demanded but he only grinned. "Won't tell."

"Huh? For all I knew you could've drugged it up with some narcotic stuff!"

"Naruto." Temari rubbed her temples. "Even if it were drugged up he wouldn't tell you."

I

I only stuck my tongue out at her and then took a sip. "Hm, that herbal taste..."

Another sip. "I've tasted that before."

Some more. "Orange and... Vodka. Some rum maybe? And, dude, is that Absinthe?"

I moved the fluid around in my mouth and then swallowed it down. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"I'll get you another one." Sai smiled and turned to head back to his counter.

"Eh?" I looked after him, then at Temari and her boyfriend; from the corner of my eye, though, I saw that the bastard had already emptied his glass.

I

"Teme!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "You know that there's absinthe in there? Ever heard of the Green Fairy? That's her, man, and believe me, you don't want to get to know her."

"Keep quite, dobe." He closed his eyes but there was a small smirk on his lips. "Through your rambling I can't hear the fairy making fun off your ridiculous voice."

"Teme!" seemed my curse vocabulary was limited that day because that was all I managed to growl out.

Instead of dwelling on it I downed my own drink. It made my head spin, but in a nice way.

Sure enough a few minutes later Sai was back again, handing both of us two more of the bittersweet Short Hello and Lonng Goodbye, this time with the warning to not be so hasty this time.

I

Halfway through the fifth drink of the evening I felt my phone buzz inside of my pocket and the strange feeling against my tight made me giggle.

I fumbled to first get the tiny bitch out of my pocket and then place it against my ear.

"Hellooo?" I asked but no one answered, instead my ring tone blasted right into my auditory canal.

I pushed a button and carefully held the phone to my ear again. "Hellooo?"

"Naruto?" Sakura's voice made me smile like any other day of my life. "Where are you?"

"Hm, Fire Shadow." I replied, scratching my head. "Why?"

"Ah, just wondering." I could hear her shuffling. "Ino has come over. Turned out we were not in the mood to study after all." She laughed lightly and it was a pleasant sound. "We're having a sleep over and wanted to ask whether you wanna join us. But if you're at Fire Shadow's..."

I

"Sorry, Sakura-chan." I apologized. "But I would only puke all over your welcome mat."

Again shuffling, Sakura was probably placing the phone from one ear to the other. "Are you... are you drunk?"

"I'm not sure." I admitted. "Not yet, I guess."

"You shouldn't be drinking so much." Sakura scolded. "Your probably can't even walk in straight line anymore."

"Straight doesn't suit me either way." I retorted and that actually made her laugh. "Still. You should be careful. Who will take you home?"

"Gaara's here." I answered. "And Temari. Did you know she isn't gay? She's got a boyfriend, and dude, is that guy lazy."

I

"I can hear you, you know." Shikamaru looked up from violating Temari's neck. "And I'm just saving up my energy because this troublesome woman is pretty demanding when we're alone."

"Too much information!" I laughed but then I felt a hand, trying to pry the phone from my fingers.

"Bastard!" I elbowed Sasuke into his ribs. "I'm talking to someone right now so use your own phone!"

"Making phone calls when being with friends is impolite." The dick told me and I glared at him. "Temari and Shikamaru are making out in front of us and that doesn't bother you either. So shut up, teme!"

"Naruto!" Sakura warned me. "Don't get into trouble. "

"Don't worry." I reassured her. "That's only Sasuke-teme pissing me off."

"Sasuke?" Sakura repeated as if remembering something. "Uchiha Sasuke?"

I

"Dude, what's your full name?" I asked and it seemed that he had to think about that question for a moment.

"Uchiha Sasuke." He finally decided and I nodded into the phone. "Yup, that's him."

"Oh, Ino and me know him from evening school." Sakura cheered. "Tell him we said hi."

I was confused. "How were you so sure it would be that Sasuke?"

"Well, Ino and I tried to hit on him but it didn't work, and in the end he told us that we should stop trying because he was gay. I just figured he might be at Fire Shadow's as well."

"Ino and Sakura say hi." I told the bastard and again he seemed to think for a moment. "Haruno Ino and Yamanaka Sakura?"

"No, the other way round." I corrected but was pretty impressed – two seconds ago he didn't even seem sure about his own name.

I

"Haruno Sakura and Yamaka Ino."

"No, Yamanaka Ino."

"That's what I said."

"No, it's Yamanaka."

"Yeah, Yamaka." He repeated.

"No, not Yamaka. Ya-Ma-Na-Ka." I pronounced slowly.

"Ya- Ma." He tried but then stopped again. "Yaka. Ya... Ino."

"Yeah, Ino." I rolled my eyes; and Sakura was worried that I might be drunk.

"Whatever." Sasuke shrugged. "Where do you know them from?"

"School." I answered. "Sakura kinda is my best friend."

"Really?" Sasuke made a face. "I found her rather annoying."

"Don't say that!" I glared at him. "You're only jealous because you don't got a great friend like Sakura-chan!"

I

"Why would I need someone like her?"

"Because-" I realized that the constant beeping sound buzzing through my ears was coming from my cell phone.

Sakura had luckily hung up during our Yamanaka lesson; I pushed a button and stuffed the phone back into my pocket.

"Because," I began again. "Every gay man needs a female friend."

"I've got Neji." Sasuke retorted. "He looks like a girl."

"As Shikamaru already mentioned before," a slightly irritated Neji cut in, "We can still hear you!"

"Pussy!" Sasuke only called over his shoulder and then turned back to me. "Anyway... what were we talking about when your shell phone interrupted us?"

I giggled. "It's cell phone."

"That's what I said."

"No, you said shell phone."

"... I did not."

I grinned. "Say it again."

"...No." "C'mon." "No." "Please." "No!"

I

"Spoil sport." I pouted. "You're totally ruining the mood."

He frowned. "What mood?"

"The I'm so much better than the bastard and that I'm gonna show him-mood."

"Ah." he nodded. "Yes, that mood ought to be ruined. "

I tilted my head to the side. "And how you're gonna do that?"

The asshole seemed to be contemplating that question.

"Let's dance." he finally decided, grabbed my hand, stood up and dragged me from my chair.

"Dance?" I repeated. "Now?"

"Of course now." he looked at me over his shoulder. "I can't dance worth a shit when I'm sober."

At least now he was admitting that he was already drunk; or maybe he just admitted it because he was so smashed that he didn't even care about his pride anymore.

I laughed loudly as I allowed him to drag me to the dance floor.

Because of that, though, I didn't head Neji's and Gaara's quiet conversation.

I

"So..." Neji glanced over the rim of his glass, watching our retreating backs. "He really thinks that she's a boy."

"Obviously." Gaara swallowed some of his water. "He's flamingly gay but falling for a girl."

"Ah, not flamingly gay." Neji corrected. "He's just afraid of most girls."

"That pretty much makes him gay to me." Gaara replied.

Both watched in silence as Sasuke and I searched for a nice spot on the dance floor.

"Should we warn them?" Neji asked with slight worry in his voice. "Sasuke will be furious."

"I don't know about you." Gaara leaned back in his chair. "But I find this rather amusing."

A small smile spread on Neji's face. "True."

And they continued to enjoy the show...