The house smells amazing and has all day. Nagato got here this morning and has been in the kitchen with my mother since about noon, baking pies and finally getting the 12-pound turkey into the oven. Sasuke and I have a game on in the living room and surprisingly things aren't as awkward as I thought they would be when my dad told me to invite him to dinner. He didn't think it was right that he spend it alone when he could be part of our dinner, and it made sense so I agreed.

Earlier in the week, I talked to Sakura and she told me about her talk with Sasuke that got her nowhere. It was now up to me and quite frankly I was too exhausted to be mad at him anymore, so I was going to try and just be his friend. So when he got here I was straight with him and let him know that I wasn't going to let him get between Sakura and Kiba.

As always he shrugged me off.

So now we sit on the couch the clock slowly creeping towards four pm, the time when Kiba and his family will arrive for some family activities and eventually dinner. I thought about letting Kiba know that Sasuke was going to be here but that would give him a reason not to come and I honestly wanted to talk to him. I have yet to properly apologize for everything.

"So you know Kiba will be over soon right? Are you going to be able to control yourself?" I ask Sasuke suddenly, needing to know his answer before my other friend walks through the door and either all hell breaks loose or we all get along.

Sasuke sighs. "Don't worry about it." He mumbles, continuing to play the game we have upon the television.

I pause the game and look around to make sure no one is around. "Sasuke I'm serious. I know you talked to Sakura and she made it clear how she feels. What I don't get is that you still think you can have her." I half-whisper, not wanting anyone to hear our conversation but trying to get my point across.

Sasuke leans his head back on the couch and stares up at the ceiling, a look of hurt flashing across his face. "I don't know what I think at the moment so can we just drop it?"

His response is a shock to me and leaves me with more questions than answers. I open my mouth to ask the first one that comes to mind, what changed, but he cuts me off with a dark look. "Drop it okay."

I throw my hands up in defense. "Okay, consider it dropped," I say, not wanting to fight with him after having such a calm day together. It feels good to have my best friend back.

Before we can unpause our game and get back to Sasuke beating my ass at racing the doorbell rings causing my heart to jump into my throat and my stomach to instantly go sour. Not caring about whether I lose or not I drop my controller onto the couch and book it to the door getting there just in time to find Nagato greeting Hana and her family.

The last thing I expected to see was Sakura and her father behind them.

Panicking slightly I step into Sakura and push her back onto the front porch, Kiba right on my tail. "Why are you here?!" I demand in a whisper quickly closing the front door so that Sasuke can't hear.

Sakura gives me a weird look as Kiba sigh dramatically. "I asked her to come because this whole being a family thing is weird okay." He grumbles, ruffling his hair. "It's important to Hana so I knew if Sakura came I'd be on my best behavior."

Makes sense. Being related isn't exactly rainbows and butterflies for me either. That still doesn't erase the fact that I, once again have fucked up majorly. "I didn't know you were coming, if I had I would have never invited him..." I trail off, the words coming and going from my mind as to how I am going to explain Sasuke's presence.

Sakura narrows her eyes in confusion while Kiba just looks at me with a deadpan expression. "Please tell me you didn't..." He demands darkly.

"Naruto what is going on?" Sakura asks hesitantly.

I fill my cheeks with air and slowly let out my breath. "Sasuke is here."

I said it! And now I instantly regret ever feeling the urge to include Sasuke in a dinner that I knew Kiba would be at and could have guessed Sakura would be as well. The look of shock on Sakura's face and the one of pure anger on Kiba's tell me that this was the worst idea my father has ever had in the history of dad ideas.