I do not own Naruto, I write purely for fun.
This is about two men getting together, if you don't like that please turn around.
Thoughts
Iruka Umino groaned. Why? Why? Why did I agree to this? I feel so ridiculous. I know I must look ridiculous. Why do I always let myself get talked into things beginning with 'I need your help?'
Iruka was currently standing backstage of Konoha's small auditorium. He was wearing a black silk evening dress, a white corsage stood out against his tan wrist, hair down framing his face, said face covered in makeup to hide his scar and make him look "pretty." The padded bra giving him the illusion of small breasts was digging uncomfortably into his skin. Thankfully his black shoes were at least relatively flat and not high heels.
He went to the mirror to examine himself again. I still can't believe that women will do this to themselves everyday. My face feels heavy from all the foundation used to cover my scar. I know they needed to do that to keep my identity a secret, but did they really need to put on lipstick and eye shadow as well? Next time I am going to thoroughly investigate what's being asked of me before agreeing to it.
Iruka looked around to see who else was ready. Kurenai Yuhi sat in a chair nearby. She wore a red dress that almost matched her eyes. Her hair was partially pulled back and held in place with a ribbon the same color as the dress. Kurenai also had a white corsage on her right wrist, but she had been given high heels to wear.
Hana Inuzuka stood near the stage like she was trying to peak out at the audience. Her dress was dark blue and the hair she normally kept up in a ponytail hung down across her back. Iruka could clearly see the red tattoos on her cheeks and realized she was the one he had heard refusing makeup earlier. Her blue shoes were flat like Iruka's shoes and she also had a white corsage.
Anko Mitarashi was wobbling to and fro as she tried to get use to wearing high heels. She wore a gray dress and did not look nearly as comfortable in it as Kurenai and Hana did. Her hair was down and she was twisting a strand around her fingers as she tried to walk strait. She as well had a white corsage donned on her wrist.
There was one person left. Iruka looked around and saw that Genma Shiranui was still getting his hair done. Genma had a sour expression on his face that Iruka figured was from having his senbon taken away. He was in a dark green dress and his foot was twitching impatiently in its green flat shoe. A woman Iruka did not know was brushing and fluffing Genma's normally covered hair. She was finally satisfied and left him to his sulking. Iruka wanted to speak with Genma and find out how he had been tricked into this mess, but Iruka decided it looked safer to stay away. It was almost time to start anyhow.