150I look at the white haired fool who had the nerve to bring his bastard grandson, then at itachi, and then at the blond who was looking down at his shoes sheepishly like a nervous schoolgirl.
"I know the invite said no kids, but I thought that was a little harsh...so I talked to Mikoto beforehand and she said she's been dying to meet the little runt and said he's welcome to come", the old pervert explained. "So here he is...I'm sure neither of you mind, right? It's not like you've got anything against this little squirt, right?"
"No", I reply calmly. "Not at all...But you are both late. And the invite specifically said not to be late"
"Oh yeah, well you know how New York traffic can be, and it took me forever to find your mother the perfect gift, and…"
All of these excuses are terrible. He had plenty of time to find my mother a gift and he should have left the house soon-
The white haired man looked scornfully at his grandson. "Some people take forever to get dressed"
Of course.
"No worries" Itachi says with a smile. "We're very pleased that you came. The party was just getting started"
The white haired pervert gave my brother a toothy smile, and nodded his head. "So what are we waiting for?", he says after he joyfully slaps his grandson on the back who straightens up at the unpleasant surprise. "Let's get in there and make sure the birthday girl has the time of her life!"
The three walk off, while I struggle on deciding whether not I'm even going to stay, but once they realize I'm not following behind them, all three of them stop.
"You comin' or not, Sasuke?", the white haired man asks. "Don't tell me you were thinking about leaving, already"
My brother chuckles, and I hold the urge to roll my eyes at the old man's childlike behavior. And I thought Naruto was a handful…
The elder man and the less-nervous than before blond followed behind my brother, climbing up the stairs in a manner that didn't show the slightest bit of class. Some people, who I knew damn well only showed up for media attention, showed looks of confusion and disgust as the two bounced up the stairs enthusiastically waving and greeting everyone they passed by. Others chuckled, either out of how foolish they looked or how charming they thought they were being. It was hard to tell.
Some could easily recognize the well-established author, chattering about him and his grandson once they believed they were too far to hear them. To my surprise, most of the attention wasn't focused on the old pervert, but his just as equally perverted grandson. The comments ranged from "Look at that adorable ray of sunshine!" to "Why the hell would his grandfather let him out of the house with out his dress-shirt ironed and his hair combed?". Even the security guards, who could have been mistaken for weird statues, hadn't even flinched when I'd walked out of the party with Hinata chasing behind me, now showed looks of amusement and confusion. And as soon as we got outside of the dimly lit front entrance and inside the dining fall, I realized that the dumb blond's unpressed shirt and unruly hair was surely something that would not go unnoticed. Especially by a perfectionist like my father.
Well, whether I like it or not...they're here...
I see my mother rushing over to them along with a swarm of people who were most likely dying to get an autograph, and even though there had to be over seven hundred people in this space, Naruto and his grandfather were the easiest people to spot. Not because of their social status or their wealth, but more because of the white haired man's reputation that came with writing perverse novels. Seems like as soon as they stepped in everyone stopped what they were doing, pointed, and started gossiping or waving politely.
With all the attention the blond will be getting tonight, I'm sure I won't even see him at all tonight…
I watched as girls my age and older gawked over the pervert's grandson and begged the oh-so-handsome and creative author to sign whatever pieces of paper they had lying around in their two thousand dollar purses.
"I love his hair!", the young-adults squaled. "It's so wild and fun!"
That comment, and the giggles it elicited afterwards, caused the blond to turn a vibrant shade of pink.
Maybe staying isn't such a bad idea...I think I could survive a few more hours
"Ladies and gentleman", my mother announces into the microphone. "We have two very special guests here tonight"
All the commotion in the room comes to a halt, as everyone stops whatever it is they're doing to get a glimpse of the "V.I.P's".
"Is this really all that necessary?", I murmur to no one in particular.
"I don't even think they're D-list celebrities", I hear a familiar voice grumble.
There was no mistaking who that voice belonged to. It was no other than my "fashionably late" Uncle Madara, who was known for being almost nearly as grouchy as my father.
"Pitiful", he adds as my mother continued to joyfully introduce the two.
I couldn't help but snort at his cruelty. If there was one thing I liked about Madara, and it's a pretty big stretch for me to use the word "like" considering it's hard for me to like much of anything about anybody, it's that he's honest even if it's brutal. And of course, as always, he'd crossed the line and a few angry looking 20-something year old women turned around and snarled at him. He simply just rolled his eyes, folded his arms, and tried to keep quiet.
"How about we give them a round of applause?"
The clapping started off kind of small, but gradually, everyone began to clap, whether it was to keep my mother happy, or to simply not be rude.
"Now, let's get this party started, shall we?"
Almost half the room erupted with excitement, most of the excitement coming from young men and women, but even a few people my mother's age looked like they were ready to get on the dance floor or swing over to the bar area. Sadly, none of this surprised me too much.
"Well, I'm sure the paparazzi got a few good pictures of me walking in", my Uncle casually informs me. "I think it's time for me to head out since your mom's midlife crisis is so bad she had to invite clowns to the party"
If this came from anyone elses mouth, I would have been slightly insulted, but since the jab was more-so directed to the people who I didn't really care about at the moment, I let it slide.
"It was nice seeing you...I guess"
And like half the liquor at the bar, he was gone.
"Kami-sama", I hiss as I begin to realize exactly what type of party this was going to be within the next hour or two. "Don't make this night any harder for me".
Once the music started playing, everything wasn't too untolerable. Of course, I hated almost all the songs that played since they ranged from 80's pop to old school 90's hip/hop, both music genre's I'd never really been fond of, but I laid low with my brother by following him around and pretending to mingle while curiously looking around the room for the two knuckle heads. For the most part, they were just doing what we were doing, and eventually, Naruto broke away from Jiraiya, when four girls in revealing party dresses approached him and clearly tried to get him on the dancefloor. And from that moment forward, everything went from classy birthday dinner with soft classical music in the background to drunken prom after-party in Atlanta.
"What the hell?", I whisper to my brother.
My brother only chuckled and put his arm on my shoulder.
"Relax, you act like you've never been in an environment where more than half the people are wasted", he teases.
"Now's not the time for jokes", I warn him. "I never would have supported this if I knew this was going to be the outcome"
"Listen, Sasuke", my brother says the way he usually does when he's about to explain something that might be a little out of my moral understanding.
"Tonight is your mother's night. We've been over thi-"
"But this is ridi-"
"This is the one time she'll get to feel young, let her have it", he cuts me off.
I sigh, look around the room, and realize he's right. Even though she'd clearly drank too much liquor, it was clear as day that she was having the time of her life.
"See, look at how much..."
The pause was enough for me to take my eyes off of my brother who was scolding me, and onto whatever the hell it was he was looking at.
"Holy shit, is she out of her mind?!"
It wasn't like me to lose my cool so quickly, but what I'd just saw nearly made me have a heart attack.
"Where the hell is Dad anyways? Do you know how infuriated he'd be if he saw this?"
"He left", my brother pointed out. "Along with all our other family members"
"They...left?", I ask as I look around the now dimly lit room.
"They said they didn't care for whatever happened after the dinner portion of the night. Apparently they all had some 'important business' to take care of. Some family members had to take the Elders home early anyways, and they didn't seem like they were going to come back for the party anyways"
"I can't believe this is happening right now...she's too old for this! And don't you think she's maybe had a little too much to drink?"
My brother now had his attention on my mother who is dancing wildly with a group of girls almost her age, and the dance moves they were showing off surely would bring shame to the Uchiha name.
"Perhaps", he acknowledges. "But for now, I say we let this go. There's no point in getting so uptight"
"Are you really going over to the bar?", I ask with thinning patience.
"Yes", he says with little shame. "Would you care to join me? This is a party, after all. And it's not like I came to get drunk out of my mind, if that's what you were thinking"
I look back at the dance floor one last time, and finally spot Naruto, who seems to have no problem getting up-close and personal with complete strangers whose handbags and watches might be worth more than his entire wardrobe.
Does he even know that he's dancing with millionaires? Maybe even a few billionaires?
After a while I'd stopped counting the amount of shots I'd taken. It took a my brother a little more convincing, but I finally gave into the fact that things would be best if I acted like this was the way things were supposed to be for the night.
"Goodness Sasuke, and I thought I might've drank too much", he snickered.
"M'fine", I say carelessly as I get out of my seat. "Gotta go to the bathroom"
As I walk away I can feel my brother still chuckling at me.
Dammit, Itachi had always been known for being the responsible and rational one, and the one time he's not responsible or rational, I listen to him! How the hell am I going to get home?
My shoulder collides with a drunken man, who bows in apology, nearly stumbling in the process.
How the hell is anyone going to get home!? I hope these people have some designated drivers! Where the fuck is Neji? He said he'd be here!
"So m'ny fuckin' people", I mutter under my breath.
Finally, after swerving my way around people who were on the same level of mind-numbing intoxication as I was, I'd finally reached the restroom.
"Well, well, well", I say to the blond who had probably had too much to drink to himself.
"Hope you're having fun dancing like the careless fool that you are "
Alarmed by whoever's voice he thought it was, the hand soap slipped right out of his palms and into the sink. After eyeing me warily for what felt like minutes, he finally let out some verbal reaction.
"Sorry Sasuke", he says teasingly. "But I came here to have a good time"
I snort at his retort.
"And I'm not gonna spend the time I have left bickering with you because you disapprove of my life choices", he adds with a shrug. "To be honest, I suggest you start focusing more on yourself and stop being so salty. If you want to be happy in your life, start focusing on what you want and what you need", he says pointing a finder at me everytime he says "you" for emphasis. "Fuck what you think is best for me"
With that being said, he walked past me as if we'd just met and ended a conversation full of small talk.
"If you want something", he grumbled thinking I couldn't hear. "You make it happen"
And that's when I snapped. I couldn't contain all the pent up anger and frustration and denial I was carrying inside myself. My drunken legs moved on their own, my arm stretched out to grab his wrist before he could walk any further.
"Fine", I whisper huskily in his ear. "This is what I want, and for tonight, I'm gonna make it happen"
A/N: Longtime no update cause life throws you curveballs but I'm back and better than ever and will try and have this story finished by the end of the Summer because I feel like it would just be right that way. It started in the Summer, so it would only be right if it ended in the Summer.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I know Sasuke is being a hypocrite, but this is a SasuNaru story and he will feel uneasy about anything he does with Naruto since he's a minor.