Chapter 1
Brazen guest:
The black-haired swarm of girls sat listless at the bar and drank one whiskey after the other. Two very pretty women took the seats next to him and tried to persuade the handsome boy to do a `hot number´ on the toilet after every glass, but he refused every time.

"You daaa" he slurred the blond and clearly younger waiter to "Schenk ma naaach"

"So ... I think you've had enough to drink for today ..."

"Nonsense Kleina ..."

"Excuse me, but you are clearly drunk and I am clearly prohibited from serving you more alcohol"

"What kind of shit are you talking about?"

"Would you please leave our discotheque." the nervous blond rattled down the memorized text of his boss.

"I'm not doing anything here"

The waiter sighed, he wasn't prepared for something like that as a temporary worker, but because in a quarter of an hour one way or another was closed; he just turned away.
* ~ 3 a.m. sharp ~ *
All the guests had left the disco ... all of them, except for one black-haired man who loudly refused.

Annoyed, the blonde stroked his messy hair.

"Where do you live, I'll bring you home now!"

"... Good question" grinned the older one and started to laugh for some obscure reason.

"Man ... why did they leave ME alone with this ... Assi ... What should I do with him? He definitely doesn't even have a home ..."

"Okay ... I'll take you with me, but tomorrow you'll be gone!"

"I don't want to get away from here ... you haven't brought me my whiskey yet ... Play it up, you ... don't know who you have in front of you ..." he slurred one last time before his intoxication sank him into a deep sleep.

"Great ..."

Annoyed, the smaller boy heaved the drunk up and brought him to his home, where he laid him in his bed and even spent a restless night on the couch.A hell of a pain ran through his back as the blonde straightened up.

"Oh god ... everything hurts me ... Good thing I don't have school today."

Tired, the blonde padded into the bathroom and looked sullenly at his reflection.

The blond hair hung lank and even more disheveled than usual on his face, there were light black rings under his azure blue eyes and he was still wearing his clothes from the day before.

"The only thing that helps is a shower," sighed the blue-eyed man undressed and stood under the faucet.
In the next room the bright rays of the morning sun were just making their way into the pale face of a young man and tickling the tip of his nose.

Sleepy and accompanied by hellish pain, the black-haired man opened his black eyes, glazed with tiredness, and looked around, confused.

"I hadn't drunk that much ..." he thought to himself while he tried to assign the chaotic room to someone.

He tried hard to reconstruct the previous evening.

"The women ... whether one of them towed me away after all? Oh God, no, not all of that"

Still pondering heavily, he didn't realize how a freshly showered boy, only wearing a towel, carefully entered the room.

"So, also awake?" he whispered to the older man when he saw that he was awake.

"WAAAAAAAAS" he shouted out. "A ... well you are very attractive little one, but whatever happened yesterday, forget it ... I was drunk !!!"

At first uncomprehending, then pissed off, the blonde fixed the black-haired man with his azure-blue eyes that flashed dangerously red.

"You ... YOU DARE ... As if I would condescend to let myself get laid by a drunkard like you !!!!!!!!!!" he yelled back angrily.

"Phew ... but what am I doing here? Is this a kidnapping? You won't get any money! I'm not worth it to my father, so kill me right now!""Boy ... I think you had one too many yesterday ... I took you because you, a drunk alcoholic, didn't know where you lived and I didn't want to put you on the street!"

"Really ?"

"YES! And I would be very grateful if you finally left my house ... Or my room for now, so that I can get dressed undisturbed."

"Not that snotty little one" grinned the older one cheekily and disappeared into the living room and looked around.

"But he doesn't seem to think much of order ... and uääähhh what is that ..." disgusted, he lifted one of the boxes with his thumb and forefinger, which were scattered all over the room.

-fresh instant noodles from Wan Tan- stand on it.

"They are definitely not fresh anymore ..." remarked the boy, suppressing his gagging urge.
"Are you still there?" the blonde asked in surprise.

"Well ... actually I wanted to ask you if ... if I can stay a little longer ..."

"I knew it ... you are an asylum seeker who is addicted to alcohol and you want to stay here to steal money, no no, without me, pull the leash!"

"Please what ?" replied the older one, horrified, and trudged menacingly towards the younger one.

"Listen, you half a portion, my name is Uchiha and I definitely have a home. To be precise, a villa !!!"

"No, how nice for you. Why don't you, rich snob, curl up into your ass and have a five-course brunch?"

"Because ... because my father will kill me when he sees me again ... again ...-"

"That you let yourself run like an alcoholic ?!"

Looking ashamed to the side, the Uchiha nodded barely noticeably.

"Hm .. well ... I'm Naruto ..." the blonde mumbled while walking into the kitchen.

The Uchiha looked up in surprise and replied: "You can call me Sasuke ..."

"Well ... Sasuke ... then move your rich ass into the kitchen and make yourself useful.You make the cocoa and I'll go next door to get some rolls. Naruto whispered and turned in an elegant movement to the black-haired man who was just entering the kitchen.

"Very well, James ..." Sasuke fooled with the temporary waiter, as if they were forever friends.

Laughing and wrapped in his warm winter coat, he left the house and didn't know why he had so much trust in the man in his apartment.
"Ts ... where did I end up here?" Thought the Uchiha, shaking his head and looking for the cocoa machine.

"Kuso ... how can you find anything in the chaos ... but such a machine is not that small ..." he cursed and bumped his head on a cupboard when suddenly that melodic laugh rang out behind him again

"The powder is in the lower left cupboard, right at the front ... or would you prefer a coffee?"

"Nah ... but what powder?"

"Well, the cocoa powder, how else are you going to make cocoa?"

"With such a machine!"

Another cheerful laugh rang out.

"Tell me, how snobby are you actually ... Normal people or, for you, rather lowly people stir their cocoa themselves, with milk and cocoa powder."

Staggering between amazement and anger, he looked at Naruto a little dazed, so that Naruto began to giggle.

"What did I get into the house ... Kami-sama stand by me ..." he grinned to himself while he got the powder.

"Warm or cold ?"

"Huh? ... oh so ... cold ... please."

"Hm ... at least you've been taught manners." the blonde fluted cheekily and hopped happily through the kitchen, whistling.

"Uh can I help?" asked the Uchiha when he really woke up from his thoughts ...

"Sure ... grab plates from the sink and set the table ... if you know how to do it ..." Naruto grinned happily while he prepared the cocoa.Said and done. More skillfully than the blonde had given his guest credit for, the latter set the table.

"Music?"

"Huh?"

"Shall I turn on some music?" the assistant waiter repeated his question.

"Clear !"

"What do you hear?"

"Hmm ... do you have Linkin Park?"

"Clear !"

"So ... then we can eat now!" Naruto grinned and sat down at the table with the cocoa. "Well, good hunger," he added, grabbed a roll and smeared it with Nutella.

"You too," replied the black-haired man and took a bite without covering his bun.

Silence spreads in the small eat-in kitchen and drowned the food in it.

"How ... how long can I stay?" Sasuke hesitantly broke the silence and looked up from his cocoa cup.

The blonde, too, had just taken a long swig when he looked up in surprise.

But before he could give an answer, the black-haired man burst out laughing.

"What ?" asked the waiter in astonishment and tilted his head, which only drove the older man's laughter into euphoria.

And just as Naruto was about to ask again, he felt two delicate fingers gently stroking his cheek and mouth.

Startled, the Uzumaki stared at his guest, who only replied with a grin: "You had a cocoa snout" and withdrew his fingers.

Embarrassed, the blonde changed the color of his face to red and looked embarrassed at his crumb-strewn plate.

"So how's it going?" smiled the Uchiha.

"Uh ... well ... if you behave ... well ... then feel free to stay until tonight ..."

"Thank you so much." Sasuke said happily, jumping up and hugging the still a little dazed waiter.

When he realized the hug, however, his complexion sank into a complete tomato red and he jumped back, mumbling something to himself.

"A ... well ... uh ... do you actually live here alone?And how old are you ? You must be over 18 ... I wouldn't have guessed you that old. "

Naruto grinned sheepishly.

"Well ... actually I'm only 17 ...-"

"Ah, then you ran away from home !?"

"Nonsense ... my ... parents I never met and I specially looked for a school far away from my children's home. The home should primarily ensure a good future for the children. And I have a good school Looking far away and being financed by the home, but in a few months I'll be 18 and have to look after myself, that's why I've been going to work since I was 16 to be able to survive, well and then go to school on the side . But that with the 'good future' doesn't seem to work when I bring in a drunkard. "

"What is that supposed to mean? ... I don't drink normally, I just felt like shit," Sasuke said with a sigh.

"So please, what is supposed to be