Fifty Shades of Sasuke [Sasuke Uchiha X Reader]

Chapter Fifteen

He's surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, it's more like I'm surprised to even be calling him. Then my ripped brain registers . . . how does he know it's me?
"Why did you send me these books?" I slur at him.
"[Name], are you alright? You're not sounding normal to me." I can recognize the concern in his voice.
"I'm not the strange one here, you are." There -- I told him. Maybe not face-to-face, but I certainly made my point, though by the help of my alcohol fueled courage.
"[Name], are you . . . drunk?" He is hesitant with his inquiry, perhaps because I don't seem like the drinking type -- well, it's not like I suspected to make a drunk call, either.
"What's it to you?"
"I'm . . . curious. Where are you?"
"In a bar," I slur, giggling drunk afterwards. Why's he so interested in my whereabouts?
"Which bar?" He sounds exasperated.
"A bar in Kirigakure."
"The South?"
"Maybe~" Well, that totally gave me away.
"How are you getting home?"
"I'll find myself a way." This conversation is not going how I expected -- if I ever had expectations in this phone call anyway.
"Which bar are you in?" He is persistent, but I won't give myself fully away. I don't need him to come, and look at my drunk state. It's already worse enough that he hears my talking, which leads me back to the question; why am I even calling him? Ah right.
"Why did you send me the books, Sasuke?"
"[Name], where are you? Tell me. Now." His tone is so . . . so demanding, dictatorial, his typical control-freak self; the Sasuke Uchiha I interviewed not too long ago. I can literally imagine him as a movie director, with an old-fashioned megaphone, and that hilariously looking cap; and he would shout at everyone and everything. I laugh at my colorful imagination.
"You're so . . . domineering." I giggle.
"[Name], for crying out loud, where the f*ck are you?"
Sasuke Uchiha is swearing at me. The frustration in him is real. I giggle again. "I'm in Kirigakure, in a bar-" I bite on my nail, suppressing my urge to let out a distinctive laugh. "And you, Mister Sasuke Uchiha, are in Konohagakure, miles away from me." I feel superior, enjoying his desperate demands and questions.
"Where in Kirigakure?"
"Good night, Sasuke."
"[Name]!"
I hang up. Ha, what now Sasuke? Though the realization comes over me -- he didn't tell me about the books. I frown. What a f*cker! Mission so not accomplished. I am really quite drunk -- my head swims uncomfortably as I shuffle with the line. Well, the object of the exercise was to get drunk; I have succeeded. In a way. This is what's it like -- probably not an experience to be repeated. The line has moved, and now it's my turn. I stare blankly at the poster on the back of the toilet door that extols the virtue of safe sex. My eyes widen. Holy, damn shit! Did I really just call Sasuke Uchiha? Shit. My phone rings and it makes me jump. To my utmost surprise it's yours surly.
"Hi," I bleat timidly in to the phone. I hadn't reckoned on this.
"I'm coming to get you," he says, and hangs up, leaving me breathless. Only Sasuke Uchiha could sound so calm and scary at the same time.
Holy moly! I pull my jeans up. My heart is thumping. Coming to get me? As if! He's just messing with my head. Yeah, that has to be it. It's impossible to "come and get me" in such little period. He's in Konoha, I'm in Kiri -- only the flash could manage that. And also, I didn't tell him where I was. He can't know my current whereabouts. Hours of getting to Kirigakure, and even more hours to find the correct bar. Satisfied, I wash my hands and check my face in the mirror. I look flushed and slightly unfocused. Must be the tequila.

I wait at the bar for what feels like an eternity for the pitcher of beer and eventually return to the table.
"You've been gone so long," Rin scolds me. "Where were you?"
"I was in the line for the restroom."
Suigetsu and Levi are having some heated debate about our local baseball team. Suigetsu pauses in his tirade to pour us our beers, and I take a long sip. Feels damn good!
"Rin, I think I'd better step outside and get some fresh air."
"[Name], you're such a lightweight."
"I'll be five minutes."
I make my way through the crowd again. I am beginning to feel nauseated, my head is spinning uncomfortably, and I am a little unsteady on my feet. More unsteady than the usual, clumsy me.
Drinking in the cool evening air in the parking lot makes me realize how drunk I am. More cuss words used, more confused as usual, and the mere fact that I push the alcohol down my throat in the middle of the night are enough reason for that statement. My vision has been affected, and I'm seeing the double or triple of everything, and it's blurred, too. I think I'm going to be sick. That or I'll wake up with the definition of a hangover tomorrow morning, perhaps afternoon. Maybe I will experience both. Why did I let myself get this messed up. I literally look like shit, alcohol reeking shit.
"[Name]," Suigetsu has joined me. "You okay?"
"I think I've just had a bit too much to drink." I smile weakly at him.
"Me, too," he murmurs, and his violet eyes are regarding me intently. "Do you need a hand?" he asks and steps closer, putting his arm around me.
"Suigetsu, I'm fine. I've got this." I try to push him away rather feebly. He sighs.
"[Name], please," he whispers, and now he's drawing me closer to him, me in his arms, not quite understanding the situation.
"Suigetsu, what are you doing?"
"You know I like you, [name]." He has one hand at my back, the other one is moving upwards, to my chin. Holy f*ck . . . he's going to kiss me!
"No, Suigetsu, stop -- no." I push him, but he's a wall of hard muscle, and I cannot shift him. His hand slipped into my hair, and he's holding my head in place.
"Please, [name]," he whispers against my lips. His breath is soft and smells too sweet -- of margarita and beer. He gently trails kisses along my jaw up to the sides of my mouth. I am not feeling well, I feel anxious. Why am I not reacting, why can't I just fight him? Well, it's Suigetsu, I am drunk, out of control because all I've had on my mind the past days was Sasuke Uchiha, and here I am, being kissed by an old friend -- f*ck my life.
"Suigetsu, no," I plead. I don't want this. I never did, and never will. You are my friend, and these circumstances make me throw up.
"I think the lady said no."

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disclaimer: I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey or Naruto. Naruto solely belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. The Fifty Shades Trilogy belongs to E.L James.

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