Drunken Space Ninjutsu

Chapter 4

Flock team had reached the third floor, after sending the map of their entry point to HQ.

They were silently advancing in a straight line, moving alongside an hallway.

The now doomed to eternal sobriety Canary was closing the line, walking backwards and watching his team-mates backs. 

'Maybe if  I do a good job on the rest of the mission, I will not be expelled!'

That was his thought just before he heard his foot tread on something.

In the completely silent building, the otherwise ignorable sound seemed much louder, like it had an echo of its own. Time seemed to freeze before the team was sure nobody heard that.

He looked down. His foot was on a small patch of ... sand?

'Sand? WHY IS SAND HERE?!'  he thought frantically as he turned to watch his team.

They were looking at him, their expressionless masks hiding their disapproval. 

The body language of his team leader was speaking volumes about his future.

He inwardly despaired, his last hope to save his career in shambles.

Canary really wanted to cry.

Gaara snapped opened his eyes. And immediately regretted it.

"Uuuhg ..." he groaned, unable to emit any coherent sound.

His head hurt really bad, really bad.

He had a terrible taste in his mouth, and the faint light in the sand-room was blinding him.

Wait.

Sand-filled room?

Raising his head a little, he verified that he was, indeed, lying down in a sand-filled room he was not familiar with.

'How ... did I get here?'  he thought, having to do a strain hard to elaborate the thought.

He tried to move - Great Wind, his head hurt so much - and it was then that he noticed that his arm was trapped under something ... soft?

Partially turning on his left flank, he found himself staring at the back of Matsuri's head.

And her naked spine.

'Wha ...?'  he thought, trying to remember through the pain what occurred last night.

It was also the moment he realised he was missing his clothes.

'Oh,'  was the only rational thing his mind could produce as he remembered certain ... details of  last night, while his eyes widened and he blushed a little.

And for him even a little was very, very much.

Apart from those memories, he could now start to remember how the welcome back's party went out of control...

- Flashback - 

"I hereby announce the beginning of the first Bijuu-Jinchuuriki tag-team arm wrestling tournament!" shouted a happy and slightly tipsy Sakura.

Thanks to her medical jutsu, the pinkette was able to let the others - and herself - drink much more alcohol than normal without, well, dying of alcohol poisoning.