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Soup's On	By : OfFansAndFlames Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1793 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Sasuke hoped that a roaming police officer wouldn't pick him up as he approached the bus stop, swaying slightly from side to side. He'd never taken the bus from Kabuto's house to his own, so he was unfamiliar with the route. He studied the diagram at the stop through squinted eyes, trying to make out and process the words as they circled around each other. His memory was failing him, so he would have to focus closely on both the route number and the correct stop. He bit his lip roughly, trying to fight down the waves of nausea pouring up his stomach.
He hadn't wanted to go home like this, but what were the alternatives? He wouldn't dare call Itachi in this state. He didn't want to trouble him, and even if this weren't the case, Itachi was hours away. By the time Itachi arrived, Sasuke could very well be passed out on the side of the road. He wouldn't even know where to tell Naruto to pick him up, and like hell could he give Naruto bus routes and directions when he couldn't even see straight. Therefore, his best bet was likely bussing home.
He was tempted to tuck himself away somewhere obscure and sit out most of his high to preserve his dignity, but he was afraid of passing out. What if a cop found him? He also knew very little about GHB, or how long it would stay in his system. Was it possible to overdose on it? What if someone tried to mug him? He felt so helpless, and he tried to ignore the feelings of anxiety plaguing his mind. His brain was sluggish enough as is; he needed to keep his wits about him.
Juugo hadn't seemed anywhere near as high as he was. Now he remembered... After he was put on the highest dose of Zoloft, drinking became an entirely different experience for him. He became drunk faster, and it hurt his stomach worse. In fact, his psychiatrist told him not to drink it with alcohol at all. Ever since then, Sasuke had cut down on drinking significantly. It made sense that other drugs like GHB would affect him differently as well. Of course, Kabuto could not have been expected to know that, but this made little difference to Sasuke.
Sasuke glanced at his phone when the bus arrived and noted that it was just short of eleven. It was difficult for him to judge how much time had passed otherwise. Whether five minutes or fifteen minutes had passed on the way to the bus stop was beyond him. Fortunately, Itachi wasn't due home for several hours, but he did not look forward to facing Naruto like this. He flashed his bus card and trudged down to the last row, falling onto the seat and pulling his hood over his head to avoid being seen.
The nausea in his stomach was soon joined by a sharp pain in his lower gut. Sasuke began to regret his choice to take the back row when the bus jostled every time it hit an uneven spot of pavement, the teen barely refraining from vomiting. What was happening to his body? He was disoriented and in horrible pain. He tried to ignore his nervousness. It wasn't like this for everyone, right?
From observing the other three, he thought that his Zoloft could've had something to do with it. That was reassuring in one way, since this had likely not been Kabuto's intended effect. However, it made him wonder what else was in store for him as the drug ran its course. For a moment, he worried that he would pass out right on the bus. It took all of his discipline to stay alert, and he felt an immense relief when his stop was finally called.
Through blurred vision, he made out several familiar intersections. This was a relief, as he finally knew his way, but also a little unsettling. This particular part of the city was heavily patrolled by police. As if his thoughts had spoken, he was blinded by flashing red and blue lights zooming down the street in front of him. His mind, now stunted and prone to paranoia, wondered if they were coming for him. The car zipped past without paying him so much as a second thought. Clearly, Sasuke was not the most important thing on their agenda.
He had to be getting home quickly now. Although that cop was obviously preoccupied, he might've let others know that there was some kid stumbling around, alone and drugged, at eleven at night. Maybe this was a little paranoid, given how urgently the car had been barreling down the street, but he figured that he couldn't be too careful.
Aside from that, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stay on his feet. He could not rest. Each footstep was forced. Finally, he stumbled up to his stoop, keys scraping against the metal as they missed the keyhole. Sasuke finally succeeded in opening the door, feeling very pleased to be in the warmth and safety of his own home. He just hoped that Itachi hadn't come home early tonight.
The kitchen chair squeaked as Sasuke yanked it outward, collapsing and leaning forward on the table. He rested his forehead on his hand, kneading his temples as he groaned in pain. However, this wasn't to last as Sasuke's nausea finally got the better of him. He raced up the stairs, taking two at a time, and swung the toilet seat up. His stomach panged brutally as he finally gave in and vomited, his shoulders tense. He had not had time to close the door, and he heard footsteps behind him.
"Shit, S'uke. Someone partied a little hard tonight."
Sasuke would've been more embarrassed if he weren't in so much pain. He shooed Naruto away, but the blond refused to leave. Glued to the toilet, Sasuke couldn't exactly force him, and he couldn't find the strength to yell at him. The suffering intensified as he began to dry heave. Naruto cringed at the painful noises Sasuke was making, lifting Sasuke's hair out of his face and petting his forehead. Sasuke wished he would stop being so damned nice and leave him alone during such an unflattering moment.
"Sasuke, are you...sure you're okay?"
"Ye..."
Any attempts to speak elicited a powerful wave of nausea, so he merely nodded his head. Naruto watched Sasuke apprehensively, the concern on his face evident. In several minutes, Sasuke's body seemed to have emptied all of its contents. This, of course, seemed to take much longer to Sasuke. His stomach was already beginning to feel better, but the bathroom walls were still lengthening and shortening. He felt as if something was pushing him from side to side, and his legs were numb and tingly. He panted over the toilet bowl, his body covered in sweat.
Naruto guided him into the bedroom, one hand on each shoulder as Sasuke's numb feet dragged over each other. Sasuke fell into his bed with a huff.
"Jesus Christ, how much did you drink?"
"A beer," Sasuke replied weakly.
Naruto paused before speaking.
"I don't think one beer can do that."
Sober, this would have been against Sasuke's better judgment. As always, he would've wanted to keep Naruto separate from the other attributes of his life. But in his current state, his inhibitions were silent.
"One of my friends put somethin' in it."
Lying hadn't even occurred to Sasuke. He had no concept of secrecy, as most of his energy was being dedicated to staying conscious.
"What?! Well, what was it?"
"GHB," he admitted, his breathing becoming long as he closed his eyes.
Naruto gaped, momentarily at a loss for words. He'd been taught about that in his eighth grade health class. The only thing he remembered about it was that it was used to knock people out. Why would someone drug Sasuke? Had they wanted to do something to him?
"No offense, but your friends are fucking douchebags."
"'M aware," Sasuke groused.
Naruto sat next to Sasuke, watching Sasuke's face as his eyes shut, face into the pillow. Naruto sharply nudged his back, but Sasuke didn't stir. His pale forehead was sweaty, and his lips were cold.
"Sasuke?"
His eyes were shut tight.
"Sasuke, you're scaring me..."
Naruto's voice was urgent, causing Sasuke to groan back at him.
"I have no idea what this drug does or how dangerous it is, but I'm not letting you fall asleep."
Sasuke nodded, allowing Naruto to prop his head up against the wall with a pillow and get him a glass of water to sip on. Sasuke had no idea what he would be doing right now had Naruto not been here, and he was immensely grateful for his presence. He was too tired to do much speaking, but Naruto chattered, trying to keep his friend alert. The raven only caught about half of it, but he did his best to focus.
Almost two hours had passed since Sasuke came home. Naruto's words were making more sense to him, and he was able to comfortably respond through a mild slur. Sasuke lifted himself out of bed and washed his mouth out. He brushed his teeth thoroughly. Afterward, he swigged Listerine for much longer than was probably necessary. That felt much better. He returned back to the bed with unsure footsteps. Naruto lay down next to him, allowing himself to relax after Sasuke had improved.
"What kind of people are you hanging out with, Sasuke?"
His wit was slow, and even sober, he wasn't sure he would've known how to answer that.
"Douchebags, remember?"
Sasuke's voice would go in and out, between echoing in his skull and sounding somewhat normal. He was beginning to sober up, but his progress was rocky. He had moments of lucidity scattered amidst a diminishing daze.
"I'm being serious."
Sasuke sighed, his glazed eyes looking back towards Naruto.
"Not the best crowd."
Naruto shook his head, rubbing Sasuke's temple.
"Do you know what I would do to be in your situation? You're lucky, Sasuke. Especially when you're such a good kid, this seems like a waste."
Sasuke grunted, realizing he was right. He must've seemed so spoiled to Naruto right now. Some people would indeed kill to have the resources Sasuke had at his disposal. He wished that he could give Naruto these resources too. Naruto deserved them; it just wasn't fair. But was Sasuke really one of the good kids?
"After this? I'm done."
Juugo was the only one amidst the lot of him that Sasuke was interested in staying in contact with. It just didn't seem worth it anymore.
"Make sure it stays that way. I've seen what it can do."
Sasuke nodded. He had a strong will, and he knew he could shake them if he really wanted to. He also felt that he didn't have a real emotional attachment with them to begin with, other than Juugo. They took the edge off, but now he had Naruto to distract him. Sasuke believed his resolve would be much stronger with him around, though he would not allow himself to abandon Juugo. Interactions might become a little complicated from here on out, but he'd consider the details while in a clearer state of mind.
"I'm sorry, Naruto. I didn't mean to do this to you. I feel like an idiot."
These were words that would have never been spoken had Sasuke been sober. He had only felt this way a handful of times, and even then, like hell would he admit it. It brought a smile out of Naruto as he stroked his fingers through Sasuke's bangs.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm sure you're smart enough not to take drinks from strangers. Your guard was down because it was your friend. Just be more careful next time."
"Huh?" Sasuke answered. He felt his high creeping back again, confusing him. His brain somehow ceased function half way into Naruto's sentences. It took a few seconds for him to replay Naruto's words in his mind and make sense out of them. "Never mind, I got it."
Sasuke sighed, wiping the sweat on his forehead away with his sleeve.
"God, this is so embarrassing," he spoke with the slightest slur.
He hated how honest this substance made him. It seemed like the second he thought something, his mouth was speaking it. Admitting embarrassment had to be almost as embarrassing for Sasuke as what had happened beforehand. He decided to focus his eyes on a random book he'd placed on his desk. Naruto chuckled.
"Imagine how I feel. I sound like that all the time."
Sasuke smiled back at Naruto, appreciating the self-deprecating humor. It reassured him that he wasn't being judged.
"Hm. Good point."
"You asshole!" Naruto shouted through laughter. "You're supposed to contradict me! I was trying to make you feel better!"
Naruto playfully pushed Sasuke, which made Sasuke feel like there were miraculously more food particles that needed to be abruptly purged from his body. Sasuke quickly held his stomach.
"Ugh, don't do that."
"Ah, sorry…"
Sasuke frowned, rubbing at his sore temples. Naruto had told him to be more careful next time. Up until he realized he'd been drugged, he thought he was playing it safe.
"I usually have at least a couple drinks, but I didn't want to disappoint Itachi again. I had nothing until they finally talked me into one beer, which was enough I guess."
That's what really disturbed Sasuke. It would have been one thing if he were being knowingly reckless and ended up like this, but this showed him that his "careful" was not careful enough. He could've had several beers, some hard liquor, smoked some weed… Hell, maybe he could've even done some coke with the college students, though he'd never considered it for an instant. But no, he stayed in a corner reluctantly entertaining drunkards over a pack of cigarettes until he decided to have a mere eight ounces of beer.
Sasuke took a sip of water, trying to focus his eyes on the glass as he held it in front of his face. He would never have been so talkative in any other situation. He wasn't attempting to make excuses. In any other state of mind, those words would have never been anything but thoughts.
"That was me trying to be careful. I get it now though. Like you say, I just shouldn't put myself in these situations."
Naruto nodded, glad that Sasuke was understanding his situation. He just hoped that these revelations wouldn't be forgotten by morning.
"I'll hold you to that later."
Naruto took Sasuke's water cup and took a swig out of it, feeling a little thirsty himself. Wasn't Sasuke a little young to be drinking anyhow? He'd never heard Sasuke mention drinking before tonight, actually. For all he knew, Sasuke could've never had a sip of alcohol in his life. He always seemed to be finding out new things about Sasuke, and it made him wonder what else lay ahead.
"Do you drink a lot?"
Maybe it wasn't the best idea for Sasuke to drink, especially at his age. But Naruto knew how Sasuke hated to be lectured. They'd made enough progress for one night, so he'd let it rest for now.
"No… Not really. Only with friends, and even then only a little."
At least this much was reassuring. Naruto perked a brow, trying not to let his curiosity get the best of him.
"Have you ever been drunk?"
"Once. Smashed," Sasuke admitted.
Naruto rested his head on his hand, intrigued when he really shouldn't have been.
"What was it like?"
Was it wrong to be curious? He'd seen people drunk many times. Hell, his most recent foster parent seemed more than fond of drinking. But it had never been something he was comfortable inquiring about. It rarely came up in daily conversation, and even if it had, it was a rather humiliating question to ask anyone, especially an adult. Sasuke, however… He was comfortable with him.
"Horrible. Don't know what people see in it."
"Really? I couldn't figure out whether it was good or bad. Some people start laughing and others start crying or yelling… It's one confusing liquid."
Sasuke shrugged.
"I just don't like not knowing what I'm doing."
Like now, for instance. He only had partial control over what he was saying and understanding, and he hated it. Fortunately, he seemed to slowly be gaining awareness. It could not come quickly enough.
Sasuke needed to have a certain barrier that separated him from the outside world, and substances seemed to knock this carefully constructed wall down. A buzz was fine, but anything beyond that brought him more discomfort than pleasure. He knew his limits and stuck by them religiously.
"You've never been drunk?" Sasuke asked quietly.
Naruto smiled nervously, feeling a bit innocent now.
"Nope! Some other bum offered me beer once, but he was kinda creepy so I told him no. Though I've had wine coolers before."
"I see," Sasuke nodded. "Those are very sweet."
Naruto squinted his eyes and scratched his chin.
"Yeah, but they're a little too strong for me."
Sasuke couldn't help but smile, but he said nothing. He wondered if Naruto knew how comparatively weak those things really were, though perhaps this was for the best. What would a drunk Naruto would be like? As if he weren't enough of a handful already…
His vision began to blur again. When would this stuff finally leave his system? He began to cough, and he wasn't sure why. He took a long gulp of water, and before he knew it, his head was in Naruto's lap. He wasn't sure how this had happened, his memory failing him. He might have ordinarily protested, but he allowed it to comfort him, nuzzling into Naruto's leg.
A few minutes must have passed, from Sasuke's judgment. Naruto would look down at Sasuke occasionally, words obviously on the tip of his tongue. Sasuke's clammy fingers clawed at Naruto's snagged sleeve as the nausea returned. Sasuke's discomfort was obvious to Naruto as his pale muscles flinched. Naruto finally bent over, kissing Sasuke's sweat-sheened forehead.
"I hope I didn't show it much, but you had me really scared."
Unfocused eyes shifted up to Naruto in response. The blond reminded him of his mother, nursing him back to health through a fever with a peck to the forehead. Naruto didn't speak much now, staring at Sasuke calmly for a few moments. Naruto seemed pretty exhausted himself, and their eyes caught each other's for several seconds.
Perhaps, in this crazy state of mind, he was able to feel more than he normally did. He experienced a surge of affection towards Naruto. His emotions had done a lot of funny things that night, but he finally felt relaxed and safe. He felt the inklings of something that might be known as love, but as drugged as he was, his emotions all muddled together. He didn't know what he was feeling; he had no words for his thoughts and emotions. Almost instinctively, he reached out towards Naruto, tugging him in by his shirt collar and pressing a resolute kiss against his lips.
For a moment, Naruto's body seemed to fail him. From the beginning of their arrangement, he had tried to ignore how badly it hurt to be so near Sasuke, yet so far. They shared a room every day, yet he knew so little of Sasuke's school, his friends, or his brother. They shared a bed, yet they'd never shared a kiss. He loved and hated waking up with Sasuke's head on his shoulder, because it was so easy to pretend, to deny the truth. Sasuke handled everyone with distance. Why would Naruto be an exception? Whether he was falling for Sasuke or not… Sasuke was who he was, and it was best to just accept that fact.
And what did Sasuke know about Naruto? Even less, perhaps. He knew the laughing Naruto, the joking Naruto, (the hungry Naruto). As little as Naruto knew about Sasuke's present, Sasuke knew even less of Naruto's past. If they started that sort of relationship, Naruto would eventually feel obligated to face his demons and explain what events in his life led him to meet Sasuke in Saint Magdalene's soup kitchen in rags. How would Sasuke's feelings change once he really got to know Naruto?
He kept his lips lightly shut, but he didn't resist either. His mind seemed to visit a million places, yet nowhere all at once. For a long time, this had been exactly what he wanted. This was what he'd dreamed of. But Sasuke was high. His voice was still slurring. Did he even understand what he was doing? Did he understand how much it would hurt him if Sasuke pretended that nothing had happened the next day? It was stuff like this that gave him false hope. Naruto pushed Sasuke away, smiling sadly as he addressed him.
"If you're going to kiss me, have it mean something."
Normally, Sasuke would've been better at hiding his hurt. This wasn't like the casual, meaningless kisses or touches he'd given out of boredom and hormones at parties. For the first time in quite a while, there was actual feeling in it. It figured that this would also be his first time being turned down. He'd even dreamed of kissing Naruto, among a wide range of other acts. He knew how much Naruto liked him, so he hadn't expected his first taste of rejection to be tonight. Yet he recovered quickly.
Fortunately, he was at least sober enough to understand where Naruto was coming from. Naruto wasn't the type of guy to do something like this when it seemed so tarnished. Sasuke guessed that Naruto was somewhat of a romantic at heart. And he understandably needed to know that this wasn't the drugs talking. Sasuke felt a little regretful over acting so impulsively.
"I'll show you what I meant later. I can wait."
Naruto smiled back at him, still both hesitant and skeptical. There was no way a guy like Sasuke could feel that way about him. Sasuke had dozens of people to choose from. How could someone as intelligent, attractive, and popular as Sasuke ever want him? Naruto would not allow Sasuke's actions to get his hopes up. It was simply too good to be true.

A/N: Another chapter! Phew. I hope everyone enjoys! Looks like the boys are getting a little closer.
Reviews, reviews! Thanks so much to everyone who's given me feedback. I love seeing how people feel about the characters and the plot. I've actually gotten a few ideas from you guys, so if you're liking what you read, it just might be there because of you. :)
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