Title: Drabble #1 (Aka 'Hawaiian Shirts')
Disclaimer: Obviously the mind that developed this is not the same that came up with the Naruto series.
Rating: PG, I guess.
A/N: I keep getting these weird ideas at work that I want to write out, but there's no way I could possibly fit the majority of them into a fanfic and get away with it. Especially since they usually involve near-impossible and highly out of character situations. They amuse me. Of course, this one didn't turn out quite likeI imagined it. It had the potential to be so much funnier. It's probably more heavily edited and redone than any fiction I've posted to date, sad since it's only two pages.
Naruto had received an invitation to an exclusive party approximately two weeks ago. He didn't actually know who had sent it or why they had bothered to invite him, but that wasn't important. He had never been invited to a party before.
So he was going.
The question was, what did someone wear to a party? Something festive, he was sure.
The trick was, not to show up wearing the same thing as someone else. Wear something someone else would wear but hopefully not to the event, not something someone just wouldn't simply wear.
Simple enough.
It was as he was knocking on the door, that he found himself tugging on his shirt nervously. He wasn't exactly given permission to leave Konoha, mostly because he didn't ask, so he sort of, snuck out.
The other reason he was nervous was he wasn't sure if he had chosen the right thing to wear. Also, he would've brought something, but he decided to screw the idea of giving something to someone he didn't know. Plus he wasn't sure if he was dressed right. Black pants, festive shirt.
Although it did suit him. It was loud and attention-grabbing. Best of all, it was Hawaiian.
Orange Hawaiian. That is what made it sweet, and better than all that had come before.
The door opened in front of him, and not knowing what else to do, lamely handed the invitation to the man standing there, who smiled broadly and ushered him inside.
"Glad you could make it, the party's out back. Follow me."
Naruto found it strange that he still had no idea who the hell this was. Yet he was following him… through his house… to an invite-only party…
He hoped it wasn't a plot to kill him. Such things had tendencies to end badly.
He was led out two sliding glass doors into a fairly large backyard. There were people milling about everywhere.
"There's a buffet table over to the side there, a bar next to it, and we've got some karaoke towards the back… welcome to the party!" the man clapped his back jovially before waving to someone who called out to him and walking away. Unsure of what to do with himself, Naruto made his way towards the buffet table. He was grabbing some punch when he bumped into someone. Turning around, he started to say an apology when his eyes widened.
"Orochimaru?" Naruto asked, shocked. It was beginning to look like a plot to kill him. A nefarious plot, since most plots to kill him were quite nefarious.
The snake sannin's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to reply when he was interrupted.
"Naruto-kun? Orochimaru?" the offender, having overheard familiar voices asked, managing to sound as if their presence wasn't anticipated, but somehow not astonishing.
"Itachi?" Naruto asked, wondering if he should make a break for it.
"We're wearing the same shirts," Itachi noted, the corner of his mouth twitching downward slightly.
"I'm so embarrassed," Orochimaru muttered, although it was doubtful he wanted either of them to hear. They did anyway.
"Damn it! I screwed up my first damn party!" Naruto cursed, wondering if he should just give up and leave. Upon further reflection, he realized that a better reason to leave would be because he was surrounded by two enemies, who combined, were significantly stronger than him, let alone apart. Also, this was still probably a nefarious plot to kill him, against a celebratory backdrop. Unfortunately or no, he wasn't a quitter.
"Um… why are you two wearing orange Hawaiian shirts anyway?" Naruto felt it unnecessary to point out that the two really didn't seem the type.
"This is a party and they're festive," Itachi answered, tonelessly. He wasn't the festive type.
Orochimaru glared at Naruto and his orange shirt. The snake sannin would've stalked away, but he didn't know anyone else there. "Go to hell."
This entire drabble was based off the idea if Itachi, Orochimaru, and Naruto all inexplicably ending up at the same party, and to their dismay, find they're all wearing the same Hawaiian shirt. Picture Orochimaru in a Hawaiian shirt and tell me it doesn't make you smile. It was also based off the idea of Orochimaru in said shirt telling Naruto to "Go to hell." That's it, the whole motivation behind this drabble. That, and lately I'm going nowhere with the other fics I've been writing, so why not try something new? I expect to write another one of these, I have another idea involving Orochimaru and Naruto interaction which is funnier, but I forgot half of it. I plan on writing it anyway. Don't expect timely updates, or really updates, because I don't know how many of these I'll write. I think I might turn this one into a comic, if I ever get around to it. I'll let you know if I do.
Letta