Thanks for the comments all. Also, I have a new story I'm going to post up in a few days, please check it out kay? D Yes, I know, I was thinking of what could be the perfect band, and originally it was a five man band, with Shino as second guitar, but I decided against it because it would take to long for me to build up there pasts little by little.

If anyone is confused let me make something clear. Kiba is the vocalist. Gaara is Base. Shikamaru is Drums. Sasuke is Lead Guitar and Vocalist for slower songs, Kiba is more face paced and exciting, plus, can you not just imagine everyone going wild at hearing Kiba howl?

Jiraya is the manager, and Chouji who is tagging along is supposedly the personal advertiser, but Shikamaru does all that secret (and troublesome) work because it Chouji is his only friend. Talk about love. D.

Disclaimer: Naruto /not/ mine. D Else I'd be doing this on another site. D.

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The four band members of Jinchuuikri stood in the luggage area of the airport, waiting along with Chouji to receive there items and leave. They were pleased with themselves for being inconspicuous enough, it had taken quite of bit of work (and some time in tackling Gaara down) but in the end, they all seemed regular enough. Shikamaru walked over to a machine, swiping a card and muttering how completely troublesome this was, relieving two carts from the little stand to carry their luggage atop.

As soon as he got back, he gave the card back to Kiba, and watched them pack there items very carefully upon it. Of course Gaara had previously had his items at hand as well as Sasuke. musical items had been carried on board the plane. No way in hell Gaara was going to trust another living being, not to mention a whole staff of people to safely have his things. He'd rather get his clothes and every other worldly possession lost in airport traffic, as long as it meant keeping his base.

Well, it wouldn't matter to someone who was as filthy rich as that German bastard, now would it?

When everything was ready to go they started there way off, but Kiba stopped, if he hadn't said anything they would have left him behind, not the greatest kind of guys eh? "Oi, wait a second will you? Where's that damn Jiraya?" And it suddenly occurred to them, it was slightly sad to know that you could be forgotten so easily, but it wasn't really that, it was simply that...

When /ever/ was Jiraya doing what he was supposed to?

They continued going on with the vague idea to look for Jiraya, after all, without him they'd be alone in some damn foreign country, with only Kiba to lead the way. Since the time was already rather late they not all that reluctantly decided they might as well go to a hotel and try there luck on his cell.

Damn Jiraya, why was he there manager again?

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Sasuke was very pleased, yes very please. He was roomed with Shikamaru, and this boy was always the easiest to have around, because he'd always leave for Chouji's room (who shared with Jiraya). Not that Jiraya actually used his own bed, If he ever even came back he might be drunk off his ass, and they'd have to wake up before he escape again to ask him what they could do. After all, he had to know where they were to call upon them at the right time.

The raven haired boy laid himself out on the bed that was his, putting his hands behind his head in slight wonderment.

Wonderment as to how this would all progress. He had no need to worry about his grades at the school they were to attend; after all, it wouldn't affect him in the least. Fabricating things was such a simple matter, but they didn't need to, because no one here would know them.

'Yet... ' That's what the boy told himself. No one would know them /yet, but soon they'd be very famous, and people would praise him and love him, and he could ignore them contently enough, only thinking of his music.

Only of the music...

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Kiba looked over to Gaara, regarding him curiously. He'd know the other well enough, well enough to not have a suspicion over. Damn that guy, always forced to take pills for the sake of sleep, and only when he deigned it especially necessary. Once he'd asked, heck he'd asked many times, but once he was answered.

That time, all he'd said was, 'Night terrors.' But the way he said it, it was definitely not some sort of of night terror that Kiba had recived when he was young. Oh no, one look at Gaara and those who-knows-with-what outlined eyes, showed you clearly that he was someone who was tough enough to deal with anything as small as what someone of...normalcy found to be the difficultest thing to surpass.

It didn't matter; he'd given up long ago on being anything closer to Gaara then his fellow band member. They both agreed that this was the best they'd allow there relationship to get. One out of fear, and the other of clueless ness.

"Kiba."

Someone called his name...who? Well, who else was in the room but Gaara? This was a surprising conclusion, it caused Kiba to turn towards Gaara and seem dumbfounded, making a small grunt his answer.

He asked the most unexpected question, it was very unlike him, and it broke a slightly fragile bond that was their existence.

"You've lived in America before, and here, no less."

It didn't seem like a question, oh but it was. It was indeed. Kiba knew him long enough to translate some of that oh so wacky language that was Gaara.

"Yeah, I did, I lived here for a while before going to Japan to live with my sister." He leaned back, suddenly feeling the need to softly pet Akamaru. What was this strange thing that was occurring? What was Gaara getting to?

"You said that you knew someone here," Gaara paused momentarily as if to add to a suspenseful build up (but probably to just torture Kiba). "Is he your friend?" Ah Gaara, successful in making the most perfect and immense awkward silence Kiba had known in history.

Gaara didn't seem to know such a feeling.

"Eh...well...he used to be, I can't say that he still is..." He scratched his head slightly, laughing nervously.

"This...boy, what's he like?" Why was he so interested in this? But then it occurred to Kiba, it wasn't really the boy that was alluring, it was the idea. The four couldn't consider themselves friends, more like...sort of business partners. It was then that an odd, and sad idea occurred to him.

Gaara had never had a friend.

"He was, well...a giant goofball. He was really funny, and laugh and smiled all the time." He tilted his head up and got his own glazed eyed reminiscent look. "It was a little bit before I got Akamaru, so I was pretty lonely myself. The fact that I asked him to play soccer with me, just woah, he went completely crazy with happyness, I thought he was going to like...combust right there."

"He sounds like you." Gaara noted.

Kiba laughed, "Yeah...kind of." Dare he think it, but it had been sort of...nice talking to Gaara.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

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Naruto hated being told something and not knowing. Like some fuzzy memory buried way back in his mind, this would definitely kill him, there was no doubt in his mind. He strummed his fingers idly, not paying attention to his teacher's lecture. Still...who could it possibly be? Someone who didn't live around here called him? He had so many friends leave him over the years, or just plain stop being his friend, he didn't know what to think.

A few more recent ones had left him frighteningly analyzing something he rather not be analyzing.

For example, it was currently after lunch, and he was sitting in his most boring class of the day, when suddenly thoughts of that morning drifted through his head, and he found his eyes trailing over to a familiar very effeminate male. A pout formed about his lips slightly, and he closed his eyes forming something like little lines in that very classic way. 'He's not so beautiful...'

It was suddenly and ironically at that moment that Neji turned around, and there eyes locked. Naruto's grew wider, as if coming out of a daze, and Neji's stayed as elegantly calm as ever, with a hint of surprise and...was that amusement? Damn him! It was Naruto who broke the gaze, fervently searching for a head of pink hair to fakely swoon over for the rest of the day. "Sakura-chan is so smart..." But it was obvious to a certain someone that his thoughts were elsewhere.

Neji of course, smirked.

Why wouldn't he? The object of his affection was finally taking notice in him, and he could have sworn a tint was starting to form...

But it wasn't there now was it?

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There was definitely something tedious about finding other people's addresses, he was glad to see that going on the net (while it seemed to confusing and difficult) was not so hard after all. He'd had Shikamaru help him onto the dreaded Google, and from there to a place called 'map quest'. With this he would definitely find hid way to his old friend's home, with the coordinates safely printed out he turned to leave the small office like area, only to find Jiraya glumly heading in.

"Tomorrow...we will tour the town and get you signed up for school!" He lifted a bottle and laughed oddly before retreating to the floor and slumber.

Damn, he'd been planning to see his friend on that day, what was he going to do now?

Wait, school? Ah right, live the life of a normal teenager. It wouldn't be too hard to persuade Jiraya to an old school of a certain someone.

He was mentally preparing himself, yes, harassing the blonde would be fun. He had taken it upon himself to be just as 'endearing' when it came to Naruto as Naruto had been with him. Hah, let the best man win. He'd like to see Naruto try.

Kiba's grin grew, and he muttered to himself, "It's been years, you must have gotten better, but when it comes to ball and Karaoke, I can still whoop your ass Naruto."

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Kiba and Naruto will definitely meet in the next chapter!

Did I just hear Karaoke? o. We'll see Kiba, we'll see...-snicker-

Oh, and also, Gaara will not be a possible suitor for Naruto, I feel bad for Gaara because I luff him.. So no. Sadly.