CCNote: Alrighty then! This is a request ficlet from Katarina-hime. It's a sequel to Get Your Kid so go read and review that first before diving into this. ANYWAY! Enjoy and I'll be updating 'Love' later in the week.

Chapter One

High school, Kiba had decided, was a humongous waste of his time. He would have dropped out a long time ago but his older sister and mother would have castrated him for it. He was partial to his lower organ, he needed it for stuff, so he refrained from checking out of the system. It wasn't all bad though. The cafeteria food was better than anything he could get at home, he got to spend time with his friends, and the girls that attended this school were far and away hotter than others from the surrounding schools.

It was probably because of their family's money that they looked so good.

They all wore the same uniform but the designer handbags, makeup, and parade of chauffers every morning indicated a different level of class among the student populace. Again, he couldn't be bothered to care that much about the wealth of others and what they wore. However, today was an exception.

The brunette stared intently at the scene in the lunchroom. A rather bold underclassman had hired an entire mariachi band to come and serenade a girl for prom. There were balloons and roses and the jealous squeals of other girls. This was not even the most egregious of displays. Earlier that morning someone had hired a plane to write their proposal in the sky and another had filled an entire classroom with balloons and roses. All of this just for one night.

"Will you go to prom with me?" the boy asked. His girlfriend squealed so loud it made Kiba's ears hurt.

Prom.

The one night a year that they were 'technically' free to do whatever they wanted. Oh, how the entire school turned on its head in preparation for just a few hours of freedom. Kiba sighed and picked up his carton of chocolate milk from his tray. Absently he tried to get the straw in his mouth but he failed each time, he was too busy musing about the promposal scene.

If he wanted to ask a girl to prom would he have to create a scene? He had no idea how to do that and honestly, he didn't want to. Even if he had an inkling for how to create a spectacle who would he ask?

"Kiba."

All the girls he knew personally were off limits.

"Kiba."

Hinata was like a sister to him and he wouldn't mind going with her. She would be his top choice in this situation but that bastard of a boyfriend she had barely let her out of his sight. Ino was another sisterly option but she was a bit too bossy for his tastes. Plus, any day now Naruto would get it through his head that he liked Ino as more than a friend. There was no way he was inserting himself into that messy business.

"Guys I think he's broken."

He could ask an underclassman girl but that would just look sad.

"Earth to Kiba!" a voice shouted as they waved their hand in front of his face. "Are you fucking broken?"

Kiba blinked and finally looked up to see that the empty lunch table that he had been occupying was now half full. Naruto sat on top of the table, his face just inches away as if that was a good tactic to get his attention. Meanwhile, Shikamaru and Sasuke were moving to sit like responsible human beings in their seats, pointedly ignoring the blonde on the table.

"Get out of my face you weirdo." Kiba groused, pushing Naruto's face away from his own.

"What the hell are you thinking so hard about? You usually don't think like that." Naruto said and Kiba frowned. A comeback was on the tip of his tongue but outside in the hall more jubilant screams cut him off.

"Why is everyone all screamy lately?" the blonde asked.

"Are you serious?" Kiba snapped, roughly placing his milk carton on the table. "Do you really have no idea what's going on right now?

Blue eyes stared back at him, empty and waiting for an answer to be provided for him. Kiba huffed and turned his attention to the other boys at the table that possessed more than half a brain.

"Have you two gotten dates to prom yet?" he asked.

Shikamaru merely shrugged and pushed his tray of fries around while Sasuke didn't even dignify his question with a response. Overconfident bastards. The brunette let out a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest.

"How am I going to ask a girl out with you two wealths of information as friends." He grumbled and Naruto laughed.

"So that's why everyone keeps screaming? Oh man! Asking a girl out is easy Kiba."

"Easy for you to say! You don't care if you look stupid."

"What are you talking about? I never look stupid." Naruto enthused and threw an unwanted arm around his shoulders. "I could get a date in two seconds if I tried. I'd be even faster than Sasuke."

"There is no competition idiot." Sasuke frowned. "I already have a girlfriend."

"Yea but that doesn't mean she'll go to prom with you. You'd be a stick in the mud all night anyway."

"Hn."

"Actually!" Naruto smiled, an idea lighting up his blue eyes. It was an idea that was likely bad and was already starting to give Kiba a headache. "I think I'll ask Hinata to prom myself. She'd have more fun with me anyway since you don't dance."

Yup. This was definitely a stupid idea.

Sasuke didn't appear phased at all by Naruto's challenge but the murderous energy that rolled off of him in waves made everyone uncomfortable. The tense atmosphere didn't last long before the girls came to take up the remaining seats at the table. Ino, Sakura, and Hinata set their trays down in the empty chairs, oblivious to the turmoil they'd walked in on.

"And then I said, those shoes with that dress? You have got to be kidding me!" Ino huffed as she settled in between Naruto and Shikamaru. Sakura rolled her eyes and sat on Kiba's other side.

"How many times are you going to keep telling us this story?"

"Until you understand my outrage forehead!"

"Hey Hinata-" Naruto started but his words ended in a hissed of pain as a swift kick under the table silenced him.

"Hinata." Sasuke said flatly, silencing a continuation of Ino's pointless clothes story or Naruto's attempts to ask Hinata out. "Go with me to prom."

The petite girl in question blushed five shades darker than normal and her eyes widened immensely. Was she going to scream like all of the other girls? Or was she going to cry like that one girl he saw this morning? Kiba leaned forward, completely engrossed in what her reaction would be. However, her answer was different than anything he would have expected.

"I…I'm sorry Sasuke." She said softly as she looked down at the table. "No."

To be continued….