The Beautiful Green Bachelor Of Konoha
A story by Songstone
Songstone: WHEE! Chapter 2! I'm so proud. XD My sister kept bugging me about this since she was anxious to know what would happen and I wouldn't tell her. Muahaha. I'm so evil. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or The Bachelor
Chapter 2: Rules and a slight glitch in the plan
"Ladies. I want to thank all of you for coming tonight. My name is Iruka Umino and I'll be your host tonight on The Bachelor."
Gaara and all of the other women looked up from where they had been instructed to stand. Gaara was grateful that Temari was a row behind him and that she couldn't see his face. She would recognize him right away, not only because of his eyes, but because of his tattoo which, as hard as he tried, wasn't covered all the way by his bangs. He looked the older man in front of him over. Iruka was tall and had tan skin. A light scar over his nose stuck out, though, and his brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He smiled and most of the women did the same, though Gaara chose to keep his face impassive.
"Now, I'd like to introduce you all to The Bachelor, himself. Please, come on out." He turned to the side and waved a bit. Soon enough, that tall man with the black hair and eyes that had been greeting the women outside was standing besides Iruka, smiling from ear to ear and waving to his guests. "Ladies," Iruka began again. "This is Rock Lee. He's twenty-two and is a pro-football player. He's the star quarterback of Konoha's team." All the women 'ooh'ed and 'ahh'ed at that part, since they knew that because of his occupation, he would just berolling in money. Gaara rolled his eyes inwardly.
At that point in time, Lee had stepped forward and had stuck out his hand to one of the women at the end of the line. "Nice to meet you." He was saying. The girl's name was TenTen, if Gaara remembered their very brief conversation correctly, and she smiled widely and nodded her head.
TenTen was rather pretty. She had tan skin, as most people from Konoha did (Lee included), and round brown eyes. Her hair was a deep shade of brown and was pulled back in two Chinese style buns on her head. Her face was small and round and her nose was tiny, so Gaara wouldn't go as far to say that she was 'beautiful' more than 'cute.' Still, very good looking. And sporty, as her well shaped biceps indicated. "Glad to meet you as well, Lee." Her voice was tiny as well, sounding almost like a child, but it went well with her looks and her smile.
As Lee moved down the line, he shook hands with a few girls that had introduced themselves to Gaara. Sakura Haruno was one. She had the oddest colored hair since her shoulder length locks were a light pink. Gaara wondered if it was natural or if she colored it, but decided that she looked all right with that shade. Her eyes were almost the same color as Gaara's, though, being a bright green. Her face was a bit sharper than TenTen's, her chin more prominent, but her forehead was rather large in comparison to the other ladies'. Still, she managed to pull the look off; Her skin wasn't as dark as TenTen's or Lee's, but it wasn't as pale as Gaara's either. "Hello. So glad to be here." A stronger voice too.
Ino Yamanaka was a couple of women down the line from Sakura. When Lee was introducing himself to her, she didn't just stick to shaking his hand, instead stepping forward to wrap her skinny arms around the football player's shoulders. "Ooh, nice to meet you!" She said in a louder and more flirtatious way than any other woman so far. She had long blonde hair styled all the way down to where it ended around the middle of her back. She had blue eyes with long lashes and her skin had a healthy glow to it; Not entirely pale but not too dark either. She was probably one of the taller women as well since she reached Lee nose to lips instead of having her face to his neck or chin like everyone else.
Lee was a bit taken aback by her sudden embrace, but he was smiling soon enough and had returned the gesture. He chuckled a bit when they parted and held out his hand to shake this time. "Glad to see that you're so excited about this." He said, sharing a quick laugh with Ino before he moved on down the line of women. He stopped on Gaara's line and held out his hand to the lady next to the redhead, offering that award winning smile of his. "Hi! Glad to have you."
Geez . . . Is this guy really a football player? He could be a toothpaste model . . .
The woman that Lee had addressed was named Hinata. Gaara remembered her better than anyone else for some reason. Probably because she seemed like the nicest girl around. Her face was a bit fuller than everyone else's, her cheeks always a flushed pink color. Her skin was a shade or two darker than Sakura's and her face was heart shaped, though it was hard to tell since she spent most of her time twidling her thumbs with her chin tucked into her chest. Her hair was the type of black that seemed more blue than anything, and her big round eyes were opal colored. They were probably the most exotic eyes that Gaara had ever seen on anyone. Besides himself, of course. Finally, Hinata worked up some courage and looked up all the way, her full height allowing her to look directly at Lee's jaw.
"N-nice to m . . . m-meet you too." She finally squeaked that out, though her face went a silly shade of red and she ducked her head again. She did manage to shake his hand, though, and once that was over, she placed both hands over her heart as if she was trying to keep it in her chest rather than have it burst forth from her.
But Gaara had to stop thinking about the other women since Lee was now standing in front of him. The redhead blinked up at Lee, a bit intimidated since his normal height would only allow him to stare at the older man's adams apple. For once, he was grateful that the heels made him appear taller than he really was even if they were giving him multiple blisters. The dress wasn't that pleasant either; Gaara couldn't wait to be alone so that he could adjust his underwear, which had been pulled and streched in all sorts of directions. It was all so very uncomfortable. How could women stand to do this all the time?
"Hey." Gaara stuck out his hand and spoke first rather than wait around for Lee to do so. All he wanted to do was get out of there as fast as he could. If he acted obnoxious and full of himself then there was no way that Lee would want to keep him around.
Lee was a bit taken by Gaara's action, but that didn't seem to damper his spirits for too long. He reached out as well and took the younger's hand in his own. Though, instead of shaking it, he leaned down and pushed his lips to Gaara's knuckles, chuckling when he looked up and saw how wide the aqua colored eyes had gotten. "Hey." He repeated the other's words in a sly voice before he winked and released Gaara's hand, moving up a step to greet the remaining women.
Gaara barely heard his sister droning on about how happy she was to be there, too preoccupied with staring at his hand. He raised the limb up and just blinked at his knuckles, wondering just what on earth had made the older man do that. Gaara was trying to be rude. Why did he kiss his hand? The redhead let out a sigh and simply let his hand fall to his side, deciding to just scrub his hand roughly later with soap and water. Bleach, if need be.
Ugh. Kankuro would be laughing so hard back home. Gaara just knew it.
"Everyone!" Gaara jumped a bit, startled when he heard Lee's voice calling out to him and everyone else. With his eyes, he found the ebony haired man standing in his previous position besides Iruka. He held his arms out wide, skywards, as if trying to embrace the wind. "Welcome to your temporary home. Though, I'm sorry to say that tonight I'll have to get rid of quite a lot of you." His large, expressive eyebrows met together in an apologetic motion. "This place can only fit about ten of you guys, so tonight I need to get to know you all and decide who will be the best choice for me." He grinned and all the girls giggled. They obviously loved his straight, white teeth.
Iruka stepped up then, nodding his head to what Lee had said. "I think that he just explained the rules better than I could have." The women laughed at that, all but Gaara, who chose to roll his eyes. "Tonight, he'll find ten young ladies and offer them each a Red Rose." He gestured to a stand where there were indeed ten long stemmed roses. "If you recieve a Rose, then you'll be staying. Those who don't, they'll sadly have to leave."
I am not getting a Rose tonight. Gaara nodded to himself. There was no way that he was going to be offered one anyway, so he had nothing to worry about.
Lee moved forward again and smiled up at all of the ladies. "But let's not dwell on those matters now. Let's have some fun while we're here." He chuckled and gestured around the house while he spun in a complete circle once. "Come on!" And with that, he simply took off, running to the back porch where there was a pool and a very large lounge area.
Of course, as soon as Lee had given the signal, women were everywhere, scattering all over the place as they either went to get a drink from the kitchen or tried to go after Lee and get some alone time. Gaara, of course, had chosen to stay indoors. He took a seat on the couch in the living room and crossed his arms over his chest as he slumped down into the cushions. He heard how the camera men were approaching him from behind, trying to get good shots, but he had been told by the director to not pay them any attention. He hated that he was going to be on television. As if wearing a dress and hair extensions wasn't bad enough . . .
"Hey, you." Gaara's head perked up when he felt someone tap his shoulder and he turned around. That couldn't have been the camera crew since they were supposed to stay completely silent and only film the unfolding drama. Then who . . .
Slowly turning around, Gaara felt his heart sink down to his stomach. His eyes travelled up Temari's blue dress that was way too low cut and all the way up to her painted up face. She was all tall, blonde and green-eyed; Indeed very pretty that night. But at that moment, her lovely face was drawn downwards in a scowl that made Gaara shudder. "Oh, crud." Was all that he could say. The look that his older sister had on her face showed that she knew who she was speaking to and that she wasnot pleased.
"Mm-hmm. C'mon, honey. Your hair is a mess. Let's get you into the restroom and try and save it." She reached out and simply snatched Gaara's hand from his lap, yanking him to his feet and tugging him along towards the bathroom.
But Gaara knew as he was getting dragged away, the camera men following them, that Temari wasn't going to try and fix his hair. She was going to go berserk. She knew who he was and now she was going to kill Gaara for what he was trying to pull.
Crud. Crud. Crud. Crud. Crud. Crud.
Soon enough, Gaara was standing in front of the sink in the restroom, looking at Temari from his reflection. The blonde woman turned off the microphone that was hidden beneath her dress and then reached over to do the same thing to Gaara. After she was sure that they were off, her expression darkened even more and her blue eyes narrowed into slits as she glarred right at Gaara through the mirror. "Now. Explain yourself. Gaara."
Aw, fudge.
Songstone: XD "Aw, fudge." Can't you just picture Gaara saying that?! XD I'm sorry. I just had to do that. Besides, I'm high off of something and I'm writing this at 1:40 in the morning. I'm beat. XD Well, just please tell me what you think! I'm still highly amused with this story and I hope you are too. Please R&R so that I can continue!
