Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
My Sugar Plum
(-) PART ONE (-)
A gentle summer breeze blew across Hinata's face as she, and the hair of her best friend, Ino, flew wildly in the wind. They were each patiently awaiting the arrival of their transportation home: the bus. Hinata took a seat on the nearest bench, as the sunset gracefully shined for the last time today.
"Hinata, did you hear the news?" asked her best friend. She always knew what was going on in Konoha High School, but refused to admit she loved to gossip, which amused Hinata to no end. "What news, Ino?" she asked while concealing her curiosity. Hinata would never admit it, but she was always interested in what her friend had to say. "Please don't tell me I'm turning into a gossip too!" she thought.
"Well, I heard from Tenten, who heard from Naruto, who heard from Rock Lee, who heard from his friend, who heard from his sister that there's going to be a new kid at our school!" Ino said with a squeal and an ear-to-ear grin to match that contagious excitement. Hinata's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Wait a second, who's sister are we talking about again?"
The blonde sighed, "Rock Lee's friend's sister, duh! You really got to keep up with what's going on Hinata."
"Sorry Ino, you were talking too fast." A blush crept up on her face as she lowered her head. Although Hinata was almost sixteen, she still could be put down easily, but overall, she was a more confident person who also is happier with her life.
"Sweetie, don't put yourself down like that! I know you're strong and independent, so show it," and although Ino was less than a year older, she acted like a mother at times, but still a best friend. Hinata smiled shyly and slowly tilted her head to face Ino. "That's more like it, you better start to show your confidence if you want to get this new kid to be you boyfriend an-"
"What? Who said I wanted a boyfriend!?" Hinata's blush turned a dark shade of pink. "Who even said it was a guy? I don't want to get into a relationship with someone right now! I d-don't think that aft-after I just got…" her voice trailed off as she- once again- lowered her head in shame and embarrassment, but this time with a pinch of sorrow mixed in there.
"Hina, is that a tear running down your cheek? I am so sorry! I didn't know you'd cry! I'm so sorry! Damn me! Why am I always the one who brings us bad luck?"
"Ino, it's fine, I'm just not over what he did to me, but I'm fine now!"
"You sure?"
"Yup, I'm sure."
"You sure you're sure?"
"Ino, I'm positive."
"Okay, if you say so, but I still think that you should at least give him a chance, unless-"
"-Ino, stop it!"
"Sorry, gosh, don't sound all angry with me when I am the innocent one in this case!"
"Excuse me, but I think I'm the victim here, and as far as I can tell, you guiltier than the next guy!"
"Who's the next guy?"
"He's someone who happens to be very guilty!"
"Whatever, so can we do it?" Ino asked with impatience. "I can't flirt with him! I don't even know him! What if he's a big jerk? I can't do it, but what if it makes- I'VE GOT IT!" By this time, Hinata's facial expressions had changed from worried, to skeptical, back to worried, to ecstatic- all in the short time of three seconds!
"Fine, but only for one reason," said Hinata with a smirk she rarely ever used. Now, Ino was at full attention, "And what's that? Or is it a secret?"
Hinata leaned forward as Ino kneeled down to whisper something loud enough for only her friend's ears to hear. "OH! Why didn't I think of that? And while this is happening, you'll be taken, so all he can do is watch. Brilliant! But you promise you won't back out of this?"
"Promise," Hinata said as she spit in her hand, while Ino did the same, and shook hers. "… I still think this is disgusting…" Ino commented on the handshake.
"Me too, I just hope that my 'My Sugar Plum' is worth it," Hinata giggled out as she wiped the remaining spit on Ino's baby blue sweater. "Really, I mean it. Thanks."
"That's what I'm here for," replied Hinata with a bright smile as her short hair that reached her chin was blown harder by the wind. "You know Hinata," began Ino who took a seat next to her on the bench, "this is your sweater," Hinata stopped smiling, "and I'm not going to wash it when I give it back."
The raven haired girl stood up and stomped her left foot as if she were a child who was being deprived of the joy of playing with a toy. "Now I really hope 'My Sugar Plum' is worth it all!" Hinata plopped herself back down and muttered something barely audible: "Stupid jacket…"
(-) PART TWO (-)
"Damn it Temari," Kankuro yelled down the hallway from his room, "Where did you put my clean underwear? You know I hate it when you clean my room, I can never find anything. You know that all my clean undies go underneath my bed. Damn you, bitch! Why-"
"Did you just call me a bitch you man whore!?" Temari yelled from the bathroom, "Do you know the shit I went through trying to find my eyeliner in all of your useless crap? It was hell! And by the way, you should thank me for cleaning it up, Kankuro," she said.
"Temari, where's my 'man magazines'?"
"Wait, you mean your dirty magazines? Oh, I threw those things away."
"Why? I thought you loved me… does this mean you don't love me anymore?" Kankuro left his room and went to Temari as she continued applying make-up to her face and brushing her hair- she has a date tonight. "Did you at least keep Stacey? Please, if you loved me for even a second you would know to at least let me keep Stacey."
She turned to him and raised an eyebrow, "Stacey? Kankuro, you're pathetic. Did you know that? And no, Stacey, along with the other women who lost their dignity, is in the garbage. So if you want to be with her, I suggest you go live in the trash, not that I'd think you'd mind. After all, most of your stuff is in there with 'Stacey'..."
"STACEY! Baby, I'm coming for you!" Kankuro screamed as he ran out the bathroom, out the backdoor of the house, and directly towards the trashcan. "Kankuro, I didn't mean literally!"
Ring, ring, ring, ring…
Temari walked over and picked up the phone, "Hello?" she said as she walked over to the window to find that Kankuro's head was inside the trashcan as people were walking by and hearing him pant things like "Stacey!" or "Just tell me where you are" or "Give me a sign" or better yet "Speak to me!"
"Hello, might I be able to speak to a Miss Sabaku No Temari?" a perky voice of a young woman asked on the other end.
"I'm Miss Sabaku No Temari, how may I help you?"
"Of course you are," the lady said, which annoyed Temari, "I understand that you are the current guardian of the young gentlemen, Sabaku No Gaara, who is also, might I add his older sister, am I correct?"
"Guilty as charged," she said, trying to lighten up the conversation. "Right, right, right…" the girl pretended to be amused, "If these documentations I am holding in my hands are correct, your little brother will be free to go from this horrid place by tomorrow around… 6: 45 A.M.? Isn't that wonderful? So we will be expecting you around that time, is that alright with you?"
She contemplated on what she said for a second, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but-"
"STACEY! What has my sister done to you?"
"KANKURO! SHUT THE HELL UP I'M TRYING TO TALK ON THE PHONE!!" she yelled from the window. Maybe she should have mentioned that she also burnt all of his magazines. "Please ignore the idiot mourning in the background."
"Of course, but who is Stacey?"
"… You do not want to know. Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted, I can't pick him up by then, I have to go to work while my other brother doesn't have a car."
"Well, if you'd like, we could provide transportation for him. He will be enrolled in Konoha High School and that is a fifteen minute drive, so we will be more than happy to release him there; you will be able to pick him up in the afternoon."
"Oh, thank you so much! You have absolutely no idea what this means to me. Thank you, really," Temari said with a sigh of relief. "Not a problem, but he will be released under special conditions, but I highly doubt he will be able pull anything with authority figures surrounding him. I expect his arrival to be safe for everyone. So you will be able to pick up in the afternoon and see him once more, but for now you should get a goodnight's rest. Tootles!"
Click… Temari hung up the phone, not caring whether or not the lady had expected her to say something back like "thank you" or "goodbye". "Temari, I would like you to meet Veronica," Kankuro stated from behind. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Temari's eyes widened as she stared at a cut-out of a brunette in a yellow bikini advertising beer. "She is a gift from God… And from that old dude down the street who understood my pain…"
Temari grabbed the matches on the table and lit one up, scaring the hell out of Kankuro. "Don't do it, sis. You know what will happen if I drop her." She looked at the cardboard girl, then at the interior design of her house. The walls were a beautiful shade of red, not dark enough to be a blood red but light enough to allow the hallway to appear more spacious. The floor was made of solid oak that went great with the furnishings that were giving the hall some life. There was a small, stainless steel table with a glass vase filled with orange daisies, a stainless steel lamp, and there were frames of she and her brothers arranged on the walls. The window was large and arched, while a pillow was placed on the beautiful, sturdy, antique rocking chair near that. It would be a shame if anything in the room was damaged. Temari quickly blew out the fire on the match, and pouted like a child. "Fine, you can keep her as long as you hide her in your closet.
"You've got yourself a deal! You hear that Veronica? You get to stay! Now give daddy some sugar," Kankuro's lips met the cold, unsanitary, card boarded lips in an awkward "kiss". "And as long as you don't do that when Gaara's back."
"Wait a minute; he's finally out of juvi? I thought that he still had another month, guess I was wrong," Kankuro said, lips never leaving "hers". "Nope, he'll be back tomorrow afternoon. I just hope he doesn't get himself into trouble like last time, but I don't think that'll be possible for him!"
"Yeah, that kid's got a real mouth, huh? I wonder where he gets it from."
"Probably us, actually, I wouldn't be surprised if ends up being a pervert like you," she said with a smirk on her face. "Hey, I am not a pervert. I just happen to admire the outer beauty in most attractive females, like Stacey and Veronica," he stated. Temari opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it as she glanced at the clock. "Oh crap! It's already 6: 47? I'm going to be late for my date," she said frantically, "Kankuro I've got to go, bye!"
"Good luck on your date!" exclaimed Kankuro as his sister grabbed her dress, purse, car keys, and cell phone and ran out the door, but quickly came back to kiss her little brother goodbye. But to her dismay, he wiped it off after she closed the door behind her. "Love you, too," Kankuro said as he went back into his room to figure out where his underwear was.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone! That was just my very first chapter of my very first story ever! YAY! I'm so proud of myself that I just might do a happy dance!
(-) (-) (-) (-) (-) … Unless it sucks terribly, then I'ma look like this (TT)... Please review! Constructive criticism is encouraged and speak your mind why don't you (Unless you being mean)! Expect the next chapter to be up some time soon (but not too soon cause my internet connection always is very low; it usually loses the connection!), and for me to stop typing right about… now! MissPoprocks'n'Coke out!