Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
The music was loud, and a group of girls were hanging out, watching the males walk past them. They laughed when one guy was turned down, but they couldn't help it. The guys were asking them, and they were saying no.
"Hey, Sakura," one of her friends shouted over the music, "That guy is looking at ya," she shouted, pointing over at a male figure that was looking in their direction.
Sakura turned her green eyes over to the figure and looked him over. He was tall, with messy brown hair and feral brown eyes. Tattooed on his cheeks were fang-like markings, and he was smirking over at them.
"He could be looking at anyone of us," Sakura shouted back.
Her friend rolled her blue eyes. "No, he's looking at you, not us," she stated.
Sakura sighed and tried to not look back over at him, but her green eyes drifted over to him. And every time they locked gazes, he smirked at her, and she turned away with a blush. It was quite funny, since she used to do the same with the opposite sex, only now, it was being done to her.
A song came up, and all her friends left her to dance. She didn't go, since she was feeling a bit nervous. Someone sat beside her, and when she turned around to face them, she saw it was the man that kept staring at her.
"I'm Kiba," he spoke into her ear.
She smiled at him, brushing a strand of pink hair behind her head. "I'm Sakura," she replied.
"Wanna dance?" he asked.
She nodded, before she stood up and followed him to the dance floor. There, he pulled her close and began to dance with her. She fought off the blush as he held her tight. He felt her tense, and chuckled, she was just too cute.
He lowered his head and breathed against her ear. "Never danced like this before?" he asked.
She shook her head, "I haven't," she told him.
He only chuckled and turned her around, before planting a kiss to her lips. Her heart fluttered beneath her chest as her breathing quickened. He pulled away with a smirk on his lips, staring at her flushed face.
"Never been kissed before?" he questioned, which only served in making her blush brighter.
He chuckled at that. It seemed he had a little virgin girl on his hands. His smirk widened at the thought, knowing it was true. With one more look down at the girl, he decided then that he would show her the world in multicolor, since he could tell that she lived a sheltered life.
"Wanna leave this dump?" he asked, holding her close, almost afraid to let her go.
She blushed heavily at the implications of his question, but she couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that rushed through her at the thought of leaving with this man, a man she didn't know existed until tonight.
She grasped his hand at that last thought and smiled at him, signifying she would go with him. He smirked at her, delighted in the blush that it brought, before he led her out of the club. Tonight would be the night that changed their lives.