A Night To Remember

A.N: YO! Heh, heh. This was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. I got the idea for this fic around two a.m., when I couldn't sleep, and was listening to some Disturbed (DAVID DRAIMAN IS MY GOD!) and wondered what it would have been like for the people in Naruto to dance to Meaning of Life (The Sickness album, track 12, good song). I sort of copied this idea from a fic I read about Gaara, Hinata and Sasuke, called Techno Music and some such wonderfulness, so in case anyone is reading this, please don't sue, I admitted I sort of copied this! If the author has any objections, I can remove this fic (I have power!). All the rookies in this fic are around fifteen, except Neji's team; they're sixteen, and so on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but if I did, Kankurou wouldn't wear that dumb hood.

Pairings: Sasuke/Usual. Temari/Shikamaru. Kankurou/New character/All the other girls. No lemon or nuthin. It's just dirty dancing, muhahaha! Oh, yeah. Naruto/Hinata (I happen to think these two would be adorable together.). P.S.: Review me and tell me if you want this to turn into a chapter production ... it probably will. Yes, it will.

Chapter One: The Invitation

Sasuke groaned under his breath as he looked through his mail. Amongst the normal sales ads and notices for wanna-be future accountants, and fan mail, he found a hot pink, frilly envelope with the words YOU'RE INVITED! on the back. He sighed heavily and opened it.

"Ah, crap," he groaned. "'You're invited to celebrate Sasuke-kun's fifteenth birthday, tonight at seven at Yamanaka Ino's house! No presents, just casual'" (since we know he'll just burn them all and save himself the trouble.) "'There will be dancing, free food, and a mini bar. Be there OR WE'LL HUNT YOU DOWN WITH A SPOON!'"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "They're not serious!" He scowled and burn it. DEATH TO FRILLY PINK OBJECTS OF NO IMPORTANCE!

Naruto's house

"'Sasuke-kun's fifteenth birthday'?" Naruto crowed mockingly. "HA! I turned fifteen five weeks ago! I'M OLDER THEN SASUKE! I BEAT HIM AT BIRTH!"

It's not like he could beat him in any other sense.

Naruto ran into his closet to see if he could find anything worth dancing in. "I'm gonna go just to mock Sasuke!" he said decidedly, throwing random articles of clothing out of his closet. "And," he added, a deep blush creeping over his cheeks, "maybe even get a dance with Sakura-chan!"

Giggling madly, he went back to going through his closet.

Sand-nin's house

"Uchiha's birthday?" Kankurou asked, looking at the invitation over Temari's shoulder.

"I'm not going," Gaara said at once, from where he was leaning up against the wall.

"Oh, come on, Gaara, it'll be fun!" Temari pleaded.

"No."

"Please?"

"..."

"Pretty please?"

"..."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Shut up or I'll squish you."

"Come on, Gaara," Kankurou said, grinning weakly. "If you go, we promise not to bother you ever again!"

"If you bother me, I'll just kill you."

"Gaara, please?" Temari begged.

"..."

"Please?"

"..."

"Gaara, if you go," Kankurou said stubbornly, racking his brain for a motive, "I won't talk for a week!"

Gaara raised a nonexistent eyebrow.

"Crap..." Kankurou felt a cold sweat running down his neck.

"Fine." Gaara pushed himself off the wall and went down the hall to his room.

Kankurou groaned and looked at Temari. "I hope you're happy."

"Yep." Temari picked up the phone.

"What're you doing?"

"Getting myself a date," Temari said, going through her pockets for a certain piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Oh, yeah." She turned to Kankurou. "If you go, I forbid you from wearing your make up and hood. You're going to wear pants and a shirt. Not that stupid jump suit."

"Hey, I like my style!" he cried defensively, plucking at his jumpsuit.

"You're the ONLY one who likes your style," Temari said coldly, finding the number and dialing.

"Fine, I'll wear something else," he grumbled, stalking off.

Temari frowned when she heard a busy signal. "Who the hell could he be calling?"

Elsewhere

Shikamaru looked at his cell phone, frowning. "Who could she be calling?" He looked down at the frilly pink invitation in his hand and sighed. "Guess I'll have to go alone ...

"How troublesome."

Later

"Come on, guys!" Temari shouted down the hall. Surprisingly enough, she was the first one dressed. Gaara sulked down the hall, his arms crossed. He had left his gourd in his room, and was looking (very, very, very, very) handsome in a black silk shirt and black slacks. "Where's Kankurou?"

"..."

"Ok." Temari went down the hall and rapped her knuckles on her older brother's bedroom door (which was covered with posters of skulls and death metal bands. (A/N: Yeah, I know, it's an anime, but he strikes me as the kind who would like that kind of music.). When she got no answer, she opened the door. "Kankurou?"

The room was empty. And messy. There were clothes, magazines, scrolls, and shoes all over the floor. The bed was unmade, a jumble of blankets and sheets. On the pillow (which was at the foot of the bed, away from his fellows) was a note. She picked it up.

"Went out shopping for 'decent' clothes, will meet you at the dance, I have the directions," she read. She shrugged and went back down the hall, where, to her surprise, Gaara was waiting for her. "He's meeting us there. Let's go."

Gaara said nothing, currently occupied with rolling up his sleeves so they reached only three quarters of the way down his arm. Temari had a feeling she knew why Kankurou had to go shopping now.

At Ino's house

"Wow, a lot of people showed up," Sakura said, looking around. She, of course, had helped Ino plan this party. Due to that fact that the two of the were jealous creatures, they had invited none of Sasuke's fan girls except those who were in their circle of friends. At a quick glance, they found quite a lot of people: Neji, Lee, Tenten, Hinata, Kiba, Shino, Shikamaru (who was looking for someone), Chouji, Naruto, Sasuke, Temari, Gaara, Kakashi, Kurenai, Asuma, and Gai. There were also a lot of people who had been invited for the sake of having there be an even number of both genders, although there was a significantly large number of guys then there were of girls. It didn't seem like a lot, but for so many guys to show up for Sasuke's party, it was a big thing.

"Yeah," Ino said, sipping her soda. (A/N: these kids are too young to drink; the age limit is 21 or something.)

"I didn't know so many people like Sasuke," said a girl with long, dark hair and bright blue eyes. She was the only girl the girls had willingly invited, since she in no way shape or form liked Sasuke. Her name was Kyushu, or Kyu, and she was about two years older then the other two girls, but they didn't care.

"Everyone looks really nice," Sakura said, eyeing Sasuke, who looked really sort of handsome in a white shirt and black slacks. Sakura looked really nice, herself, actually. She had grown a bit in the 'A and B' region in the last year, so she didn't look flat chested anymore (that bothered me, I don't know why.), and looked sort of pretty in a green, mini-skirt and matching green spaghetti-strap top, the color matching her eyes exactly. Ino looked really nice, too, in a blue dress coming up to her mid-thigh and tiny diamonds in her hand, stuck on with Velcro (I love those things!). Kyu (who was decidedly prettier then her friends—SHE HAS TO BE, SHE'S THE MADE- UP CHARACTER!) wore a black dress with spaghetti straps and a white Chinese- style dragon across the skirt.

"When are people going to start dancing?" Ino asked frustratingly. The center of the room was completely vacant, even though music was playing over the several large speakers place in random places around the room.

"Because everyone's shy and Shikamaru and Temari haven't noticed each other yet," Sakura said, grinning.

Sure enough, the Konoha Chuunin was wandering around the room, looking for the blonde Sand Chuunin, who was looking for the Konoha Chuunin, both of them wandering in an annoying circle.

"Hey, who's that?" Kyu asked suddenly, pointing at the door.

Both Ino and Sakura turned at once, eyebrows raised. "I don't know," Ino said, just barely audible over the loud music.

"He's HOT!" Sakura said, all thought of Sasuke erased.

Standing in the doorway, looking around almost nervously was a tall guy with brown, spiky hair and lightly tanned skin. He was wearing a black shirt with the first three buttons undone, and black, slightly baggy, slacks. He was, like Sakura had said, very hot. (Guess who?)

(A/N: Hahahahahaha! I know, this chappie was kidn of boring...this isnt a comedy, it's sort of a romance, really...but again, no lemon pairings, since my mom might read it and like, throw the comp in a nearby ocena or something. lol. No, seriously. If anyone reviews this and guesses correctly on who that hot guy is, I'll email you a pick I altered in the Paint function on my comp of said character, my sisters say it looks pretty good! Review! You can't read without reviewing! I need ideas and stuff! I only finished this chappie like five minutes ago, so help me out!)