It's Shikamaru!

Now that their number had been brought up to eleven, a few new chopsticks had to be added to the game. Once they were all taken, it was Shikamaru who turned his ones around to reveal a red mark on it.

He sighed. "Well, I could take advantage of this, but then again... right now I'm more for watching than action anyway...", he said.

The guys groaned a little. If it were them, they would surely order someone to pleasure them right then and there, instead of what Shikamaru was doing right now. Kiba was obviously frustrated the most with Shikamaru. "Dude, you can order anything! Just be careful that it's got nothing to do with us guys doing... 'things'... to each other, okay?", Kiba reminded him.

Naruko noticed that the boys were giving Shikamaru a covert handsign to tell him which number they were... 'So they are collaborating with each other...' she thought amusedly. Well, she wouldn't rat them out just yet, after all, it could only get better from here on.

"#3 and #8 will frenchkiss each other now.", Shikamaru finally ordered.

"Dammit, why me again?", Sasuko asked while slamming a chopstick on the table that read '3'. Sighing but ultimately surrendering to the order, she looked around the table, looking for whoever had the matching number. All she could do was hope that it wasn't one of the guys, Naruko or her fangirls...