Pairing: Genma x Hinata
AN: Originally part of CHALLENGE. Inspired by Suspicious Character by The Blood Arm. Club scene.
"I like all the girls and all the girls like me." Her voice was like smooth silk flowing over the words. She repeated the first line, her hips rocking to the beat. Her capris bounced the lights into the faces of the people in the crowd, tainting them violet. Her pale hands hung above her head and moved with her hips. Her long dark hair fell down her back and framed her light face. "I'd do anything to find a solution." She gave the men in the crowd a glance as she walked her way back to the stairs, her black stilettos clicking on the blue marble top.
"Change my name, in twelve states." She tossed her hair and threw her arms in front of her, hips gyrating to the beat. "Just to escape this prosecution." She tapped her wrists and shimmied down the other set of stairs. "You know why? Cuz I like all the girls and all the girls like me."
Genma Shiranui walked into the club and up to the bar to order a drink. "Hey!" he called to the closest bartender, a young girl. Her blue eyes were fixated on the other side of the club. Genma turned and looked into the direction of every other male within a 10 foot vicinity of the bar. There was a dancer, currently facing the wall and teasing the crowd with her rip off moon walk. Her dark hair swayed this way and that with her hips, and…she was singing.
"Let's go back to my apartment and I'll show you what it's for." She looked over her shoulder; her pale eyes seemed to meet his. "I'm all about." She sang, the crowd watching her every move and singing along. Genma broke his gaze and turned back to the bar, back to the young girl. "Can I get a drink now?" He asked, annoyed that her eyes kept stealing glances at the dancer as she "tended him". The bartender flipped a napkin onto the marble and set a small glass on it.
She stopped staring long enough to reach under the counter and grab a bottle of bright green liquid. The cap flicked up and she poured it into the glass where it began fizzing. "That's how I know, that's how I K-N-O-double u." The dancer finished the song and kept dancing for a short while. The bartender closed the cap and set the bottle on the counter before looking Genma clearly in the eyes. "Happy now? I missed the rest of the show." She grumbled and shot a look at him. "Aren't you supposed to be working anyways?" Genma asked, hoping that he would somehow get this girl for his own. "Duh, but I like watching her dance, she's just too…too…sexy!" the girl exclaimed with joy. No chance of hooking up with this girl tonight. Or ever, for that thought.
"So…what's this drink?" He asked, second chances always worked for him. "Carbonated white tea, with a little color." She replied automatically. "Don't you just love her?" She asked him, eyes thoughtful and head tilted in the small stage's direction. "Yeah sure, I've never seen her here before. Is she new?" He questioned with a slick smile. "I've never seen you here before either, Are you new?" the bartender retorted. Genma rolled his eyes, "I come here every once in a while. Where can I talk to her?" The bartender looked at him, astonished that he would even think of meeting her.
"You can't meet her. She's too shy." Another robotic reply. "Yeah right and I'm a virgin. That's just a cover story but if you want to play like that…" He locked his eyes with her and grinned darkly. "I can play." "Shove off already! Let me do my job." Not even fazed by his sexiness? No woman in the world could resist him, well, other than Tsunade. He scoffed and got up, leaving his drink on the counter.
"Hey! You still need to pay for this!" She yelled angrily after him. He shrugged and continued towards the restrooms. He walked down the hall passing under light after light. When he walked under the last neon light, he chuckled. Of course the bathrooms would be way back here, seeing as there were also living spaces back here…who lived in the club? "Nice job Genma." He praised himself silently, glancing around the corner of the first room. Men's clothes littered the floor and furniture. Genma shook his head and continued down the hall, passing door after door.
The last door was lavender, too pale and pastel to belong to a worker. There were scraps of paper taped to the door around the name. "Hidden Sun." A handful of scraps had drawings of setting suns and rabbits. The rest had scribbles and autographs on them. They were all written in the same ink on the same shade of lilac paper. 'I think this is my stop." He whispered, testing the doorknob. It turned easily and quietly, another surprise to find in a club. Clubs were usually unethically loud. He pushed the door open slightly and slipped inside.
"Well, well." It looked like this was a bedroom…a normal one. The walls were painted gray and white stripes under millions of things tacked and taped up. Papers and bulletin boards held memos and pictures. Glossed professional pictures and pencil sketches of all sorts. Genma shook his head and continued surveying. A queen size bed with normal gray jersey sheets and a plain white comforter was centered on the back wall. It had white and lavender pillowcases on the total of four pillows at the head.
There was an outfit thrown on the bed, violet capris and a silk snow white top. Genma grinned, walking over to the bed and picking the shirt up. The slinky, silky material slipped through his fingers. Then it hit him. "That dancer…wearing…shirt like…this one…" He dropped the shirt and searched the walls until his eyes passed a single white door with a rubber duck on the knob. He focused while his mind went crazy. How could he have missed that door? It was so obvious. And the fact that the shower water could be heard? So this was the dancer's room?
The running water of the shower stopped and there was a squeak as the faucet was turned off. He heard the dancer humming, the same song she had just sang for her performance. The doorknob turned, the rubber duck falling off, and she pushed the door open. She wore a violet silk robe, tied at the waist with a long strip of fabric. She picked up the duck and replaced it before attempting her moonwalk again in what she thought was the privacy of her room.
Her foot hit something and she turned quickly, getting ready to fall onto her bed. Her dark hair swished around her shoulders and she smiled with her eyes shut. When she let herself fall, a warm hand stopped her. It pressed against her flat stomach and she opened her eyes. "Huh?" Genma smirked before letting his hands trail down to her hips, flipping her onto her white comforter. "Well, well." He murmured; voice low and rough.
"I came in here looking for Hidden Sun and I find a beautiful moon instead, I wonder why?" He questioned, arching a brown brow. Her pale purple opal like eyes widened and she let out a puff of air. Genma grinned wide as she studied his face, eyes lowering to his straight nose then down to his lips. Then her expression became serious. "How did you get into my apartment?" Her smooth voice sounding far more firm than earlier on stage.
"Hmm." Genma furrowed is brows for a second before sitting up, pushing the dancer with him. "I remember walking through the door. But maybe it could have gone different. Maybe you seduced me after that number on the stage. Maybe-" "Okay! I've had enough of you." She screeched, pulling away from Genma and breaking free of his hands. "Why so violent? Geez, I just wanted to meet you." He replied to her outburst. "But-but you…you…" She stopped her stutter and paused. Genma could tell she was thinking hard about something because a cute little crease in her forehead showed itself, right between her dark eyebrows.
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