LightMage said:
On the topic of the GIF, what movie is that from?
Citizen Kane.
[X] So what's the use in going home until the break of day?
Hm. Yeah, you don't really wanna go blabbing about this in front of Kiba and Akamaru.
"Tell ya later," you tell Ami. "Promise."
Her eyes narrow, but she nods and goes back to her meal.
"What, did he need secret Yamanaka hair-care tips or something?" Kiba asks, snickering.
"If anyone needs them, it's him," you joke. "Nah, he just had a little too much to drink, that's all."
Ami looks up, frown deepening. "You didn't send him home alone, did you?"
"No, no!" you say hastily, "I dumped him on the couch at my place. My mom's keeping an eye on him."
She breathes a sigh of relief. "Good. That's good. I don't like the thought of him walking back to his apartment by himself this late at night."
You, Kiba and Asuma share a raised eyebrow, then look back at Ami. She blushes and glares.
"I know it doesn't make any sense, I just feel better knowing he isn't on his own!"
"Sasuke has an apartment?" Kiba asks. He jerks his head in your direction. "Didn't he move in with Ino after his parents died?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Ami says archly. "The future Head of the Uchiha clan can't be adopted by the Yamanaka; how would it look?" Something occurs to her and she shoots you a slightly panicked look. "Nobody saw you, did they?"
"Aside from one or two cats and another guy who was just as drunk as he was, no," you say, a bit flustered, wondering how 'tell you later' suddenly became 'tell you now'.
Ami slumps in relief again. "Thank heavens. The last thing he needs is a reputation as a drunkard." Her eyes flick sharply in Kiba's direction.
He raises his barbecue sauce-covered hands defensively. "Not a word, I promise. Chill out."
"Depending on where he intends to go in his career path, you could be very much mistaken, Ami," Asuma puts in, slurping his soba. "ANBU is always on the lookout for boozehounds. They give special precedence to those with multiple deceased loved ones and friends."
Mercifully, the desserts arrive, sparing you another one of Ami's disapproving rants.
=
"He asked you to marry him, didn't he?" Menka asks when the two of you part ways with the others.
You boggle at Menka. "Can you speak into the microphone, talking cat? I'm not sure the spies and the rabid fangirls at the back can hear you." True, at this point the fact that Menka isn't a normal cat is an open secret among your friends, but it'd be nice to think that at least your
enemies don't know yet.
He sighs, and twitches his whiskers. "Did you give him an answer?"
"I... kind of said no," you admit awkwardly, "but after I got a very meandering explanation out of him it didn't even sound like what he's looking for is a wife at all. So I suggested we become roomies, him and Ami and Shika-chan and me. And you," you add, sensing another philosophical debate brewing about what constitutes a 'pet' and what constitutes a 'roommate'.
"In an apartment that size?" Menka looks skeptical as only a cat can.
"No, 'course not, I figured we could all find a new place."
A nice yellow house with a walled garden and a big tree, or a farmhouse on a hill...
"Anyway, let's not get carried away," you say, shaking your head to clear it. "He may feel differently about the whole thing when he wakes up."
=
The next morning (10:30? What the hell?!), you come downstairs to find Sasuke gone.
"He said to tell you he thanks you for what you did," Mom says as you make yourself some toast, "and he'd like to apologize again for what he said last night."
"Which part?" you ask, with some trepidation.
Mom smiles. "I'm not sure he knows himself. I'm sure he'll tell you in person when next you see him; he was quite adamant that he'd made a mistake of some kind."
You swing by his apartment before training, but it appears he went straight to meet up with his team when he left your house.
"Good~ morning, everybody," you trill as you arrive among your own team.
"It's noon," Kiba grumbles.
"It's 11:45. Still technically the morning."
"Every generation has one," Asuma mutters, before clearing his throat. "Now that you're all here, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. In a month, the chuunin exams will take place here in Konoha, and if all of you show significant improvement in the next thirty days, I'll nominate you for participation."
Your mouth drops open, and Kiba's follows close behind.
"Really?" Ami asks excitedly. "Oh, sensei, you think we're ready?"
"I'm not ready," you protest weakly, fully cognizant of the fact that you had to get in a lucky shot to defeat a taijutsu school dropout one-on-one. "Ami, people die in those exams, you know that, right?"
"Honestly, Ino, you're such a worrywart," she says, waving away your concerns, oblivious to your stunned expression. "If Asuma-sensei says we can handle it, we can!"
"Sensei," Kiba says, "are you really sure about this? I mean, not that I don't want to, but we haven't even been a team for six months yet; isn't it a bit soon to be trying to get promoted?"
Asuma's grin is a trifle vicious. "We'll see in thirty days, won't we?"
Ami nods, beaming. "What do we have to do, sensei?"
"We aren't going to get any say in this, are we?" you ask Kiba.
"Welcome to my life," he says, resigned.
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After training (and hearing about the wonderful new bruises you're going to get over the next thirty days, give or take), you decide to check in on Sasuke:
[X] Alone
[X] With someone else (who?)