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The Highest in Class	By : MissMissy Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Highest in Class
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“What’s the snarl for, man?” Shikamaru asked, lacing his fingers behind his head and tilting his chair back, causing it to emit a loud creak. Neji turned to him, distaste etched into every line of his face, and pointed in the direction of a small gathering of people on the other side of the restaurant. In the middle of the ring of people, a shock of yellow hair was visible, and the sound of long, drawn out belching could be heard over the whooping laughs of the male’s gathered friends.

“I remember when you couldn’t get past the seating hostess if you were wearing jeans,” Neji reminisced angrily. “And now, this type of scum is a common occurrence.”

“What are you going to do?” Shikamaru pondered, shrugging his shoulders lazily. “It’s not like you can exactly demand a pedigree in a public restaurant.” Shikamaru turned to the raven-haired man sitting to his left, tucked in the corner of the booth, an expression of pure hatred bubbling to a head on his face. The brunette’s eyebrows drew together over dark eyes and he considered the surly male.

“Can I help you?” Sasuke asked icily, as his glare suddenly turned in Shikamaru’s direction.

“What’s with you?” The object of the question asked, taking no offense in Sasuke’s typical attitude. Angry black eyes closed, as if in hopes to contain some of their secrets, and opened again a moment later, forcefully blank.

“The same thing you two are ailing from affects me,” Sasuke responded, and when he was met with two questioning gazes, he paused to clarify. “I am breathing the same air that is forced to fill the lungs of that riff-raff.”

As Neji chuckled his dark humor modestly, the waitress appeared, drinks spaced evenly on her tray so as not to cause uneven weight on the precociously balanced surface. She kicked open a small stand so that she could set the carrier down and take their orders. She cast a flirty glance at the brooding Sasuke as she flipped her bubblegum-pink hair over her shoulder. She leaned forward over the table slightly in his direction.

“Is there anything I can get you?” The woman asked in a voice dripping with gobs of honey. Sasuke snorted and rolled his eyes in the opposite direction.

“I have a question,” Neji asked, causing Shikamaru to smirk. It was clear from Neji’s tone that the woman was about to have her flirtatious smile scrubbed from her unnaturally pink lips.

“Yes?” The pink-haired girl asked, turning to face Neji. Though in her mind, this man was far less intriguing as the quiet male leaning against the back of the booth, he was still devastatingly gorgeous. His deep chestnut hair fell neatly to his waist in silky curtains, contrasting with the stark white button-up shirt he wore, sleeves rolled to just before his elbow. His pressed black slacks and shined black shoes screamed class, as did the wire-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“Has the management changed?”

“No,” the girl, whose nametag read “Sakura”, said with some thought. “Fountains has always been run by the same man.”

“Then has someone decided that it is appropriate to allow animals such as that,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the rowdy group of college students, “to eat in public places with the rest of society?”

Sakura stopped considering the group’s overall physical appearances to frown at this presumptuous man sitting before her. The corners of her full lips turned down in distaste at the question that dropped disdainfully from Neji’s tongue.

“Excuse me, sir,” Sakura said, attempting to keep the majority of the bite out of her voice. “Those are very close friends of mine, here to celebrate my boyfriend’s birthday with him.”

“Oh,” said Neji, an evil smile forming on his mouth. “And I assume your boyfriend is the charming dog in the middle, hosting the eructation festival that is currently taking place?” Before Sakura could respond, Neji stood, removing his napkin from his lap in a quick maneuver and dropping it neatly on the table. As if on cue, Sasuke and Shikamaru stood, as well. “In any case,” Neji said. “I do not think I will waste my money anywhere that this closely resembles a petting-zoo.”

The three men stalked past the sputtering waitress and swung the doors open, emerging quietly onto the cobbled road in the large college town. Shikamaru shoved his fists into the deepest recesses of his pockets and began striding forward.

“Nice show of vocabulary and all, Neji,” he said, irritation lining his voice lightly. “But now where are we going to spend our evenings?” Neji smiled slightly at Shikamaru’s compliment and then shrugged when he posted his question.

“What’s that place that Ino is always talking about?” Sasuke asked vaguely, looking in the direction of a bright orange dirt bike, encrusted with dark smears of mud. He frowned for a moment and turned back to face his friends.

“It’s called Eager’s,” Shikamaru remembered easily. “But it’s a nightclub, hardly a place where we will want to spend much of our time. It is full of single, horny college students, and slutty girls.”

“Not all nightclubs are a complete waste of space, Shikamaru,” Neji said thoughtfully. “Though I am sure that because Ino bartends there, you are less than willing to spend more than one evening in that particular club.”

Sasuke turned and saw Shikamaru flush a bit at Neji’s comment. He raised an eyebrow in the brunette’s direction. The last Sasuke had heard, Shikamaru and Ino had disappeared into Shikamaru’s dorm at the local private university. Ino had left the next morning wearing Shikamaru’s shirt, hair a complete mess, and wobbling slightly. Sasuke had laughed, at the time, at the mental image that followed the gossip, but now wondered what actually had happened.

“I thought that you and Ino were…” Sasuke stopped and rethought his approach. “As it was dictated to me, I was under the assumption that you and Ino were an item.” Sasuke watched as Shikamaru rolled his eyes and gestured violently with his hands.

“No, no, no!” Shikamaru exclaimed. “I’ve been telling everyone that they are dead wrong. The night that I’m sure was dictated to you happened about two weeks ago. She had almost drowned herself in vodka, and decided it was an appropriate time to guilt me into letting her stay the night in my dorm. Apparently, her parents had just had a fight or whatever. So, the next morning, she chases her hangover off with… you guessed it, more vodka. After she finished off my finest, the troublesome woman put on my shirt and walked her drunken ass home.”

By the end of the story, Neji and Sasuke were chuckling modestly and clapping their friend on the back as he gritted his teeth in anger, cursing whoever had seen her leave his dorm and decided to tell all of the University. Neji, the voice of reason, looked up at their surroundings, which happened to be the main street running through the college town.

“Do you know how to get to Eager’s?”

“If,” Shikamaru said with a heavy sigh, “that means that we are still going, then yes. It’s at the end of the road, before the bridge to the public college.” Neji nodded and took off in his long strides, leaving the other two strolling along lazily in his wake. Sasuke chanced a glance at Shikamaru and directed a shifty grin in his direction.

“Why do you think Neji is so desperate to get out tonight?” Two sets of dark eyes narrowed slightly as they thought of all of the possible reasons that the older male would want to be tearing up the city at the current time.

“Well,” Shikamaru said. “Hinata has returned from her studying abroad. Perhaps he is celebrating?”

“Or avoiding something?”

“Why are you so determined to think the worst of everyone?” asked Shikamaru with a laugh. Sasuke grinned back at his friend and shrugged. Neji looked back over his shoulder suspiciously, before realizing that the city tram was pulling up to the stop he had just passed.

“Hey, I know we hate public transportation, but these shoes are new and giving me blisters,” he said, walking briskly back towards the stop. He leapt nimbly onto the crackled plaster floor of the open-sided vehicle and offered a hand to assist each of his friends in their boarding.

A few minutes later, the three males found themselves outside of a rather foreboding looking warehouse with a blinking neon sign that advertised something called “Eager Beaver’s”. Neji’s brow furrowed as he took in the overall appearance of the shabby looking walls and the door that was almost hanging off of its hinges. A small thumping could be heard from down the dark hallway, which, in reality, was not the most enticing of all invitations.

“So,” Sasuke said with a smirk. “Is this really the relaxing retreat you expected after leaving Fountains?”

“No, I am afraid not,” Neji responded, looking doubtfully down the dark hall. “We are, however, here and I do not feel like turning back now.” He took a deep breath and stepped into the shadows followed by two incredulous friends, each wondering if Sasuke had been right about Neji avoiding something.

As they approached the entrance, none of them turned to the others to ask if they had the money to get in. That they all had money went without saying, and to inquire as such to any of them would be an insult to not only them, but the prominent families that they belonged to. Their prominent families, however, did not frequent nightclubs, and thus each man was carded at the entrance.

Though, they all had to admit, the entrance did not seem to be an actual entrance. After being carded and checked for dangerous items, the three were directed down another dark hallway, in which the thumping sound grew louder with each step further down the corridor. When, finally, they faced a large, heavy wooden door set with large metal locks, the thumping had become more of a pounding and none of them knew what might be causing such a sound.

Until the door swung open. Immediately after the heavy door creaked open to admit them, the pounding seemed to come from the floor and the walls and pulsing half-dressed people on the dance floor.

“It’s the bass,” Shikamaru said, surprised when his words were lost in the noise. From across the room, however, as if she had heard him, a blonde woman looked up from the bar. She raised a perfectly manicured hand in greeting and waved the trio to the bar, a half-flight of stairs higher than where they were standing now.

The gathering re-grouped slightly, allowing Shikamaru to unwillingly lead to where the blonde woman was grinning excitedly. They pushed their way through the crowds, each fighting off a sneer as they were groped slightly at every turn.

“They’re animals, I know!” Ino shouted over the music as she placed a large cup under the tap. Sasuke winced at her high-pitched voice, as it added to his suddenly pounding headache. He sat himself down at a barstool while Ino chatted idly with Neji and Shikamaru. Neji’s eyes darkened as he gestured and rolled his eyes, and Sasuke got the immediate impression that he was telling the story about Bubbling Fountains.

Sasuke knew that if anyone would understand Neji’s high class peeves, it would be Ino. Shikamaru, who belonged a family just as large as Sasuke’s own or Ino’s, was not the opposite of classy… He was just more laid back. Sasuke, himself, was spoiled, and he could admit as much, but he was not nearly as bad as Neji. Then again, no one was as bad as Neji. Sasuke was surprised that his friend had not yet tried to draft some law about separate sidewalks.

As the conversation danced around several different topics, Sasuke’s attention was snatched by something else. Under the pulsing strobes that were adding to developing headache, Sasuke’s gaze was drawn to a bright orange shirt. It was not a brand that he could recognize immediately, but then again, no reasonable clothing brand would ever dare to make shirts as bright as this. Even if they had, the manner in which the shirt was worn made it nearly impossible to tell what brand it was. The sleeves were scrunched up the arms of the wearer, and front unbuttoned, bearing a stark white undershirt to the entire club.

It was then that Sasuke’s thoughts were caught by the person in the clothing. He was slightly shorter than Sasuke himself, with a shock of the brightest blonde hair he had ever seen in his life. Where the other male was shorter, however, he was built with more muscle; all covered by a tan colored skin that spoke of many days at the local riverside. Then, Sasuke recognized who it was that he was currently watching from across the room.

He did not know the name of the kid, nor, judging by the way the male was grinding against his pink-haired female companion, did much care to. He was, though, without a doubt, the same guy who had been holding the belching contest. It seemed in that moment that Sasuke knew quite a lot about the blonde. He was dating the waitress named Sakura, who was not ashamed of flirting with other males. The relationship was probably physical for the most-part, and that thought was only bolstered further by the sexual way in which he was dancing. It was the kid’s birthday and if he had to lay money on it, Sasuke would bet he was also the driver of the bright orange dirt bike that had been parked by the curb of the restaurant.

“Sasuke?” Shikamaru shouted, interrupting the raven-haired male’s thoughts. A hand waving in front of his face brought his attention back to his friends. Neji had several empty shot glasses at his arm, and Shikamaru had a half-empty bottle in his hand. How long had he been dazing out?

“Yes?”

“Is there some reason you’re staring at the dance floor? I thought you didn’t dance.”

“I don’t,” Sasuke said quickly, because several girls around the bar had looked up hopefully. He shook his head to further express his point. As he did so, however, he came up short. Why was he looking off in that direction? Why was he staring so hard? A tap on the shoulder distracted him further.

“Look who it is,” Neji said, his words stretching out a little longer than they would if had not had going on five shots of whiskey. His finger pointed down the line that Sasuke had just been staring, right at the blonde and the Sakura girl. Sasuke chuckled. Neji… always the astute observer. “Seems like the riff-raff follows us,” he stated.

“Man, quit calling them riff-raff. Not everyone is born into good standing,” Shikamaru said.

“It’s not just about money,” Sasuke said, surprising himself. “Look at how he’s dressed. Look at the way he is dancing with her. Think about how he acted at the restaurant. You don’t have to have money to act like you have some sense.”

“Sasuke, my friend, I disagree. When you are born with money, you are born with class. If you do not have money, you have no idea to act like you have it. It is beyond comprehension,” said Neji, shaking his head as if consoling someone with a lost case.

“No way, man. I bet someone could teach even that blonde kid how to behave.” Shikamaru turned to look at the orange-shirted male once more before turning back to the conversation with a nod.

“Then what are the terms?” Neji asked, tapping his glass impatiently on the bar.

“What terms?” It was Shikamaru’s turn to ask the question this time.

“To the bet! You bet that someone could teach that blonde kid to act like he has some class. So, what do I win if I win?”

“How about you lose something instead? Like, if I win then you have to take the DJ’s microphone here one night and admit that you’re still a vir-“

“Okay! That is enough of that! Fine, but if I win, you have to give the roster on the DJ’s microphone and you,” Neji said, turning his wavering gaze at Sasuke. “You have to kiss a guy of your choosing. On the mouth. No family.”

“That’s messed up, man!” Shikamaru said, his eyes tearing up with laughter. Sasuke’s face slipped all-too-easily into a scowl. Leave it to his friends to remember that he never went back on bets… and leave it to his friends to pick his one weak spot to bet on.

“Why do I have to kiss a guy?”

“Because,” Neji said matter-of-factly. “You deny every girl who comes your way, and I’m dying to get you to admit you like it up the-“

“Whoa!” Shikamaru interrupted, clutching his sides as laughter ripped through him. “Alright, the bet is set up, but who trains the kid?”

“Sasuke started it!” Neji said immediately, and swung a finger in his friend’s direction. Fantastic, thought Sasuke. Just fantastic. Not only do I have to meet and greet with that kid, now I have to teach him to be normal.
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