EEEEEE I'm so sorry I haven't updated this story in over a month! Life just caught up with me I guess, and so did the huge load of work I've had recently.

A note: This chapter contains more swearing than the others. So if you are easily offended, don't read :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

So, without further ado...

At the concert Chapter 3

Flashback

Sasuke staggered into the bathroom the next morning, clutching his head. "This hurts like hell. Why would I drink so much last night? Oh, right. Sakura." Shaking his head bemusedly at the memory of his girlfriend shoving him drinks, Sasuke examined his hair in the mirror. Sexy bedhead- check. Face- still perfect. Clothes- still on. He unlocked the door to his room and headed to Sakura's room to wake her up. Miraculously, he had stumbled back to his own room last night, with enough sense to reject Sakura's offer to sleep with him.

"I'm glad I did. I want to sleep with her for the first time on a night I'm not shitfaced drunk."

Tapping her door with a light expression on his face, Sasuke called, "Hey Sakura, I'm here bright and early..."

Pushing the door a little, he found it unlocked. "Strange- Sakura's usually paranoid about locking her doors at night. She always thinks perverts and kidnappers are out to get her." He opened the door...and found Itachi fast asleep in Sakura's bed, sheets wrapped around him. Sakura was stretched sideways, half on the floor and half on the bed. Sasuke thought for a second and his hungover brain could only draw one conclusion.

"Itachi, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

End flashback

Itachi awoke with a splitting headache and bloodshot eyes.

flashback to the previous night

Itachi staggered down the hallway. It was late, and he was ready to pass out. After drinking and watching Sakura molest Sasuke by the bar of the hotel for a few hours, he wanted nothing more than to climb into bed, wrap himself in warm covers, and sleep until noon.

Upon reaching the door to his room, Itachi rummaged through his pockets for his key. The hotel was old, and didnt use the keycard system. Pulling out the old, slightly scratched brass key, Itachi forced his jelly-like limbs to push the key into the lock. Once he had mustered up enough concentration to line the key up in its correct position, he found the door wouldn't open. "Come on. Give me a break."

Whipping out a shiny credit card from his back pocket, Itachi slid it through the crack in the hotel door between the lock and the wall. Hearing a successful click, Itachi bounded into the room and passed out upon entry into his bed.

Itachi was in such a deep REM state he didn't hear the loud, drunken giggles coming from the hallway directly outside the room as Sasuke and Sakura said good night to each other. After a few minutes, Sasuke successfully pried Sakura off his body (she had curled around him so tightly he couldn't breathe) and, using her room key, opened the door and shoved a still-hyper Sakura inside.

Sakura didn't even seem to notice that she was in her room. She staggered around, clutching the air for Sasuke, until she tripped over a pile of clothing on the floor and fell onto her bed. Sasuke, with his ear to the door, was satisfied that she wasn't going to vomit her guts out because of the sheer load of alcohol she had drank. He pulled out his own room key and journeyed down the hall, half asleep, to his own hotel room.

End flashback to the previous night

Staring wearily at his surroundings, Itachi suddenly became fully awake when a hand reached over and slapped across his chest almost dazedly. "Oh, shit. Please. I don't remember taking anybody back to my room last night, but I was really dizzy and my brain's kinda foggy..."

Turning his head to the side, afraid of who he might find next to him, Itachi's eyes confusedly found pink hair. "Hmmm. That color's really familiar. Do I know anyone with pink hair?

The answer hit him as soon as he stared into a pair of startlingly familiar, stormy green eyes, which looked at him as though the person in question wanted nothing more than to tear him to shreds.

Shit. It's Sakura.

From the moment Sasuke opened the unlocked door to Sakura's room, he only wished he hadn't.

His great, role-model, slightly anti-social but incredibly gifted brother was sleeping. Beside Sasuke's gorgeous, amazing, rock star girlfriend.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning and Sasuke knew his entire day was ruined. And possibly his entire week too, until he sorted this mess out.

He hid behind the door to the bathroom, peeking through the crack between the door and the wall as his brother and his girlfriend woke up. Sasuke closed his eyes tightly, preparing for the worst. Maybe Itachi would lean over and kiss Sakura, like he had undoubtedly done last night. Or maybe-

Sasuke's thoughts were broken off when he heard a long, almost girlish scream wrench from his brother's lips. With one look at Sakura's death-promising eyes, Itachi had been reduced to a little boy- who quickly regained his senses and glared back at Sakura.

"You little freak," Itachi hissed into Sakura's face, completely over his fear. "It's not enough to have my brother, now you have to take me when I'm drunk too?"

Sakura gaped openly at him, as if she couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "Well, excuse me for waking up in my own bed to find my BOYFRIEND'S PERVERT OF A BROTHER STARING AT ME!"

She leaned over and slapped his face hard, leaving a bright red handprint. Itachi's head was already bursting from his hangover, and now with added pain, screaming, and anger, Itachi didn't think he could survive the rest of the day. Sakura hadn't come close to finishing her tirade yet though. "You monster of a child molestor! I am underage, in fact! I can't consent to anything! So answer me! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY BED?"

Now it was Itachi's turn to gape. "You're a real freak you know that Sakura? You probably tried to seduce me while I was asleep. You and your absolutely over the top crazy ideas. Of course, I would have resisted you if you had tried anything." As if struck by a sudden, horrifying thought, Itachi screamed and looked down. "Wait! Are my pants still on?"

Sakura amped up her death glare. "Why would I need to seduce you when I have Sasuke? You're like his carbon copy only with more defects!" She stuck out her tongue in Itachi's general direction.

From his hiding spot in the bathroom, Sasuke silently agreed with Sakura's words.

Itachi held his splitting head in between his hands and said, trying to be calm but failing miserably, "You ugly monkey, if you would just stop being a freaky bitch for two seconds of you goddamn life and looked around you would realize that-"

His words -"this is my freaking hotel room you stupid idiot"- died on his tongue when he looked around himself and noticed that, in fact, the room he was in was Sakura's hotel room.

"Well, this complicates things." Itachi thought to himself.

As Sakura continued to glare, knowing she was right, and Itachi rolled over a little to try and think, something sharp dug into his spine. "Ouch, damn it." He pulled a small piece of plastic from under his body- his credit card. Holding the card between two of his fingers, memories of last night suddenly rushed into his hungover brain. The key not working. Using a credit card to jimmy the lock open. Climbing into bed and passing out.

"Well, shit. I broke and entered a minor's hotel room. Without realizing it though."

And when Sakura leaned over to put her hands angrily around his throat (her violent temper needed to tone down a notch), the only words running through Itachi's head were, "You can't get sent to jail for a mistake, right?"

Sasuke couldn't hear anything anymore. The two had been yelling at each other seconds before, but now the room was silent. Sitting in heartwrenching nervousness over what the two could possibly be doing now- having another round, perhaps?- Sasuke leapt from his hiding place to find-

His girlfriend currently throttling Itachi and whispering quietly threats like, "You ever touch me again and I will kick you in the balls so hard before I strangle you that you will never have children," and similar death wishes.

Sasuke felt a strong surge of pride for his gutsy, angry, incredibly violent girlfriend, before he finally decided that Itachi was turning blue and would likely die in the next few minutes. And Sakura, even as angry as she was, probably didn't actually want to kill Itachi. Probably.

So to be safe, Sasuke pried Sakura gently off his brother and stared down at Itachi, who was gasping for air and massaging his neck.

Placing a struggling and kicking Sakura, whose hands were still grasping for Itachi's neck, on the floor, Sasuke asked her as calmly as he could, "Can you both please explain what happened last night?"

And Sasuke should have known better than to ask both of them to speak at once, because immediately his hungover ears were assaulted with cries of, "Sasuke, your brother's a pedo" and "Sasuke, don't listen to a word the freak says because she's got it all wrong".

Sasuke sighed once again, trying to block out Itachi and Sakura, who had long since given up trying to convince Sasuke who was right and who had gone back to arguing rather violently with each other. By the time the alarm clock and been chucked at Itachi's head and Sakura had been tied to the bed with the spare set of sheets, Sasuke decided it was time to stop spacing out and to interfere before one of them actually died this time around.

Sasuke the mediator looked directly at his girlfriend and said, "Sakura. Why don't you explain what you think happened." And while Sakura explained her side of the story, Sasuke had to suffer through Itachi's cacophony of "She's wrong" and "I didn't molest her".

Sighing heavily, Sasuke attempted to listen to Sakura's story. And when both she and Itachi had changed from interrupting each other to yelling at Sasuke, "Do you still really think I slept with that old "insert colorful insult here*? Do you honestly think I would stoop so low?" and then began to beg for Sasuke's forgiveness because they hadn't even done anything it was just a weird occurance and nothing had actually happened, Sasuke decided to forgive both of them.

Because, honestly, neither of them seemed like they had done anything wrong. And if they kept arguing, tempers would fly out of control and someone- possibly Sasuke himself- would end up dead.

"Forgive and forget is probably the easiest way to move forward. At least I won't have to listen to this conversation any more", Sasuke though to himself before he smiled at Itachi and winked at Sakura.

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And that's the end of what has become over time a slightly crack, very OOC fic. I know it makes no sense, but I had a ton of fun writing this last chapter.

Is Itachi a completely awesome person? YES. Is Sasuke a hopeless idiot? Sasuke hopelessly in love with Sakura? Sakura cool when she's violent? I happen to think so.

So yay! Thanks for waiting this long for the update, and please review!

Love, sparkleflower