Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Hazy Shade of Winter ❯ Someone Always Spikes the Punch ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

For those of you who DON'T KNOW… this is the SEQUEL to From Here to Eternity. You may or may not want to read that first, considering how confused you'll probably be if you don't.

Fic shall contain: Yaoi, yuri, rape, child molestation, child pornography (you'll see), rape, disease, kidnapping, pregnancy, under-age sex, prostitution, drugs, booze, creepy teachers, fast cars, child abuse, and Sai. I think that covers everything.

And, just so we're clear? I do NOT rip people off. This is all my own writing. (You know, except the characters and stuff.) If I take inspiration from a book or music something, I say it. Thank you.

Authoress: Why, hello there, Dear Reader! Back so soon? I knew you would be. I'm just too luscious to resist-

Soriko: Put a sock in it, lady.

Sai: Penis.

Karene: YES!

Authoress: All right, all right, all right, don't get your panties in a wad.

Firstly, I present to thee an updated list of the current pairings, in the convenience of anyone who forgot. -cough me cough-

Ten-Ten x Tayuya

Zabuza x Haku

Sasori x Deidara

Iruka x Yashamaru

Neji x Naruto

Sasuke x Gaara

Iruka x Yashamaru

Authoress: There's probably more that I forgot about, but… for now, this is how it shall be. But! This is just how the pairings are at the beginning of this fic. They WILL change.

… -cough-

Well. Yes! The pairings will change! Be aware! This is just for the beginning!

To everyone who called me names and was apparently very pissed off that I ended FHtE “without telling you” that I was writing a sequel: You're a little bit stupid, aren't ya? =) Try reading the whole chapter before leaving us a nasty review.

Thanks for sticking with us, guys! I can't believe you're still here! Please, read on! And remember…

YOU WERE WARNED.

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It was dark and cloudy when Naruto arrived at the party on Seventh Avenue. The house itself wasn't dark, of course; it was nine o'clock. The party had been going on for an hour.

It was Saturday, two days before Christmas, and the blonde could not have been at more of a loss as to what to do. He'd tried calling Gaara, but there was no answer at the Kaze household. He'd tried calling Neji, but he hadn't been home. He'd tried Kiba, but he was out with Hinata. Damn it, he'd even tried Sasuke, but again, neither he nor Itachi were home.

It seemed that everyone had gone to the party that he'd been intent on avoiding. After all, he knew what went on at parties now. And Naruto wasn't sure he wanted to be brought home by the police at two in the morning.

After all, Iruka and Yashamaru were back at the apartment. Iruka had asked him why he wasn't out; it was Saturday. So Naruto had gone out. There was nothing else to do tonight but the party, so… party, ho!

When he arrived at the house, he was surprised to see people outside, under the glow of Christmas lights, dancing to the beat of music from inside the house. The grass was flattened from the weight of so many people.

It was surprisingly warm for the end of December. Actually, the people on the news were saying how it was the hottest it had ever been at this time of year in decades.

Naruto didn't see what all the fuss was about. It wasn't even seventy out.

He stepped around the moving crowd into the house, searching desperately for someone he knew. But no luck; most of the people here weren't even in his grade.

He sighed, and resigned himself to hanging out at the snack bar. He would have to writhe in his misery... hey! Dip!

Naruto helped himself. He also helped himself to the punch. He sipped a small paper cup gently, then downed the whole thing.

Not bad. He filled another cup.

His stutter was under control. He hadn't had any more nightmares.

(not that many anyways)

Really, everything was going pretty damn good.

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Sasuke had felt so confused since the ride back from the game four days ago that he had actually ended up going to that stupid party.

It wasn't like Orochimaru had been nasty to him, or anything... no, quite the opposite. Orochimaru had been nothing but nice to him for weeks, now. Almost too nice for a teacher to be.

But, hell, maybe the guy felt sorry for Sasuke. That thought disgusted the Uchiha, he discovered. He didn't want Orochimaru to feel sorry for him... he wanted...

He wanted...

He wasn't sure.

"SASUKE!"

Oh. Fuck.

Sasuke glanced up from one of the punch bowls to see Sakura Haruno, wearing her infamous black tube top that was held up by hope and prayer. He looked back down to the red liquid quickly.

"All Mighty God, if You have any mercy, please will strike me where I stand," he prayed under his breath, filling a cup, and nonchalantly glancing around for a way to get out quick. He downed the punch in one drink, then immediately regretted it. It tasted like crap.

"Hi, Sasuke!" Sakura said breathlessly, skirting up to him. "I can't believe... you showed up!"

Sasuke didn't even have to look hard to tell that she was quite drunk. He could smell the alcohol on her breath from three feet away. He was still too surprised by the sudden taste of liquor that he said nothing.

“You should dance with me!” Sakura cried suddenly, grabbing his arm, and pulling. It just so happened to be the arm that was attached to the hand carrying his cup. Red sugar water splattered everywhere, including all over his shirtsleeve.

“Oh, fuck!” he snapped, tearing his arm away from the girl. “Goddammit, Sakura!”

“Woah-ho, sorry, Sasuke-love!” Sakura said tipsily, rocking back on her heels. “My bad!” Then she started giggling so hard that she had to sit down on the floor. Sasuke stared at her in disgust, then stormed off through the crowd to the kitchen. He managed to find the sink under the crumbs and piles of garbage and empty beer bottles. He turned the water on cold, and stuck his arm under it.

(if you ever need to talk)

“Fuck!” he hissed, jerking his arm out from under the faucet. No change. He pulled down a paper towel, and patted his arm until most of the water was blotted away. All that remained was a dull, reddish-pink stain that covered half of his arm. He pushed the material up to his elbow, and rolled his eyes.

God, he hated parties.

He turned away from the sink, and left the kitchen. Maybe there was a TV in the basement.

He shoved his way down the hall, elbowing several people in the ribs as he did. Now… where was the basement door? It was around here somewhere.

He stopped at one of the doors, and pulled it open. It was a dark closet.

“Hey! Close the door!” a girl's voice said. A guy's laughter drifted out. Sasuke slammed the door shut quickly, with a small blush.

“Oops,” he mumbled, before heading to the next door. A set of powder blue, carpet-covered stairs heading downwards greeted him. “Oh, thank God.”

CRASH!

“Oh, fuck! My mom's vase! She bought that thing in fucking France, you asshole!”

Sasuke bit back a sadistic chuckle, and headed down the stairs.

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Haku was pissed.

This was odd, as Haku had a tendency to be irked, and maybe agitated.

But, no.

Haku was pissed.

What was the reason for this mood swing?

If asked, Haku would cross his arms, and tap his index finger against his arm, his expression rapidly turning dark. Much like now.

“I can NOT believe this,” he hissed, leaning against the outside wall of the house, staring at the bright, heated pool. Several people had jumped in, clothes and all. Haku wondered vacantly if they were drunk, or stoned, or some combination of the two. He also briefly thought of calling the paramedics to stand by just in case, but thought better of it.

He glanced back in through the window, and shook his head.

Zabuza was supposed to meet him here at eight. It was now going on ten thirty. He sighed, and straightened.

Fuck it. If Mr. Momochi wasn't going to be bothered to show up, then he'd just leave. See how he liked being stood up.

Haku swept back into the house, planning to cut through it to get to the front yard, as opposed to going around to the side yard. It was too dark out there… and too many cigarettes.

But the he heard the music.

When the pimp's in the crib ma

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

Haku groaned at the poor taste of music, and dramatically put his hands over his ears. But when one is trying to maneuver one's way through a crowded party, it is very stupid of one to leave one's ribs open for attack.

So Haku quickly dropped his hands, and kept his arms around his sides. He shoved his way through the TV room, where the music was the loudest. That was when he noticed Shisui, clumped up with his buddies, all holding beers and laughing.

Haku did the first thing that came to mind. He jumped inside one of the few vacant closets.

How ironic.

Shisui was here? Why didn't he know that? Haku had been there for two-and-a-half hours, and he hadn't noticed the Uchiha? Was that possible?

Then he thought something.

`Am I really going to spend the rest of my life hiding in closets?' he thought, leaning against the wall, and sliding down to the floor, his covered by the musty jackets. `I thought I was done with that.'

His mind drifted.

(Haku's freshmen year. He had been in the Konohaton school district for two years. He had been Itachi's friend for less than one. But all the same, he still considered Itachi to be his closest friend.

“Itachi…” he said, sitting down across from the older boy. They were in the library during lunch. There was no one else there… except for a few nerds at the computers, but they were blind and deaf as far as Haku was concerned. He knew the library was the best place for this. Odds were Itachi wouldn't cause a scene in such a quiet environment. “Can I tell you something?”

“Go ahead,” the fifteen-year-old said, turning a page in Grapes of Wrath. Advanced Placement English. Haku felt a stab of envy for a moment, but it faded quickly.

“Um…” Haku bit his lip, and stared at his hands. “Do you promise not to kill me?”

Itachi looked up for a moment, then looked back down to the tiny text. “I suppose.”

“I'm…” Haku's hands clenched into fists. ”Itachi, I'm gay.”

Haku braced himself for the rejection that was sure to come.

Fag.

Queer.

Dick-licker.

Get out of my sight.

But instead, all Itachi said was, “You can bet your ass you are.”

“Pardon?” Haku choked out, not expecting this.

“Oh, sweetie,” Itachi said, not glancing up from his book. “I've known since I met you.”

“You… what?”

Itachi smiled, looking up, and closing his book.

“What… did you expect me to be all shocked like I had no idea?” he said. “I'm insulted that you think so lightly of me, Haku.”

“I… I don't!” Haku protested.

“Were you worried I would hate you? Did you think I would stoop so low as to dislike a friend just for his sexuality?”

“No!”

(friend friend he called me his friend)

Itachi looked at him with an omniscient expression on his face, his lips still turned up into a faint smile. His voice had never raised in those few minutes.

“Well… yes,” Haku admitted, feeling his face turn red. “I'm… I'm sorry, Itachi, I was just…”

“I know,” Itachi said, reopening his book. “You think you're the first person to come out to me?” Then he chuckled, his eyes drifting off, as though he was remembering something. Or someone. Haku wondered whom. “Have you told anyone else?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Itachi offered a small shrug. “I feel so honored.”

Haku stared at him for a moment, then allowed his chin to fall forward into his hands.

“You're a mystery, Itachi Uchiha,” he said softly, with a smile.

“Yes, I know.”)

Haku opened his eyes.

Enough of this foolishness. He wasn't going to just sit here like a… like a…

(scared yet, faggot?)

girl! No! He was going to march out there, find his boyfriend, and give him a heaping helping of a piece of his mind!

Despite the fact that this made little to no sense to Haku, it energized him.

He took a stance, then kicked the door open so hard that it slammed into the adjacent wall. Half the party turned to stare at him, but he hardly noticed as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Drop it Like it's Hot,” had stopped playing, thank God. But now Sean Paul's “Temperature” was vibrating through the house at six hundred decibels, and Haku's ears were beginning to hurt. He hurried through the kitchen, into the front room. But then he realized something; he had no idea where the front door was.

So, like any intelligent young man hell-bent on revenge, he began throwing open doors and turning on lights everywhere, walking in on more than one couple doing something that would have gotten them arrested or burned at the stake.

But when he opened one door, he found something he would forever wish he hadn't seen. The door had been to the laundry room.

Zabuza Momochi.

Kissing.

Neji Hyuga.

Zabuza and Neji were caught in a passionate lip-lock, up against a washing machine. Zabuza's shirt was off, and Neji's pants were quite literally hanging off his hips. They didn't even notice Haku until he cleared his throat.

“Ahem?” he said comically, feeling his insides turn to lead. Zabuza and Neji broke apart, and turned to stare at Haku like he was an alien. “Oh, ex-scuz me, did I interrupt?”

“H…Haku?” Zabuza choked out. “I th-thought you left!”

“Ah, no, I was just waiting for you to show up, so I could tell you how much I loved you, and wanted to be with you for the rest of my life!” Haku said, choking back tears, his lips turning up into a smile. Everything felt numb.

“Th-this isn't what it looks like,” Zabuza said, trying to stay calm. Neji said nothing, surveying Haku and Zabuza both with feigned interest.

“Oh, I bet it's not,” Haku said, his voice strangled and forced, before slamming the door.

“Fuck,” Zabuza hissed, pulling on his shirt.

“What's the big deal?” Neji said. “I thought you were done with that little whore.”

“No…” Zabuza said slowly. “No, I'm not.” He left the laundry room, and Neji bit the inside of his cheek in his rage.

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Authoress: -sigh- I feel as though I should keep going, but… I want to get this up before it gets too late. I should have chapter two done by the end of the weekend… three-day-weekend, bitches! w00t!

Karene: It's sooo goood to be baaaaack!

Soriko: Why did you bring us back to give you nothing but this incomprehensible dribble?

Authoress: SHUT UP, WHORE. -coughs- Feedback is appreciated!

Oh, and BTW: A whole shitload of people demanded that I e-mail them when I posted this, so if I forget you, I'm sorry, but, you know what? I'm busy.

Gambatte kudasai