A/N: Hi! Thanks for the reviews, they make me so happy :3 Ahem, to me it seems like people want to know what happens at the party. Be patient with me, kayz? (A)

Disclaimer: Asuma and Kakashi TOTALLY don't belong to me.

Chapter four

Asuma was standing in front of his bed. He was running out of time. It was now or never.

He looked at the four different outfits sprawled out on the bed before him. Asuma had always had a bad sense of fashion, and he didn't exactly follow the trends, so he had no idea what to put on. When he was working, he usually just wore one of his black or grey suits and never gave it a second thought. But for some reason he wanted to look good in front of Kakashi. And going to a party dressed in a suit didn't equal good looking, he knew that much. Which brought him back to where he started out...

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Ding-dong. Someone was at the door. 19.29. Who could it be at this hour? Asuma thought as he went to open. He didn't really have time to waste on visitors now; he hadn't concluded about the outfit yet and Kakashi would be here soon.

Still wearing his sweatpants and t-shirt, he went to open the door. "Yes?"

Uh-oh. He totally didn't expect to see - "Kakashi!"

"Hi!" Kakashi said and stepped inside, past Asuma. "What are you doing here so early?" Asuma asked, now a little panicked. He then walked past Kakashi again and leaned against the wall, closely watching his guest. Kakashi just smiled widely. "Oh, I was just bored and thought I'd come and check up on you. You wearing that?" Kakashi gestured to Asuma's clothes.

"Uh, no... I was just getting changed. Do you mind?" Asuma glanced at Kakashi. The latter seemed to be scrutinizing him, his eyes fixed on his...stomach?. "Hm, I'm not saying it doesn't look good you though."

Asuma blinked. Did Kakashi just say that? "Asuma? Are you okay? You look a little red. Ah! Do you have a fever?" Kakashi's voice got more concerned by the syllable, which Asuma thought was kinda cute. Why did Kakashi had to be like that. "I just spaced out a little," Asuma said sheepishly. Kakashi cocked his head. "You do that a lot? You look a little dizzy nonetheless, though."

"I'm okay, thank you. I'll just go and change now, I'll be ready in a minute."

He started walking towards his bedroom, but Kakashi grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "Kakashi...?" Asuma asked unsure. "You don't look good." he said simply. "Let me see if you have a fever." Before Asuma could protest, Kakashi lifted his arm and pressed his palm to Asuma's forehead. His other arm still held Asuma's - his grip was tightening, a bit protective. "I'm fine, I told you..." Asuma's voice trailed off.

Kakashi moved both of his hands to the sides of Asuma's face. "You absolutely sure? Your cheeks are burning."

Ahh, Asuma could just melt now; the feeling of Kakashi's cold hands on his face was amazing. But he couldn't let it get any further than this. At least not until later tonight.

He carefully removed the other's hands and looked him directly in the eye. "I'm perfectly fine." Asuma laughed, and continued. "You just be a 'good boy' and let me go change."

Now it was Kakashi's turn to blush. He rubbed the back of his head, and smiled. "Sure."

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Asuma bumped down on his bed with a loud 'thump'. Then he rolled over and slapped his hands to his forehead. What the hell was that in the hallway just now? He'd let Kakashi see him blush! How embarrassing! And maybe even more importantly, he still hadn't decided what to wear, and Kakashi was waiting.

Ah! Maybe he could ask Kakashi for advice? Or no, that'd make him look stupid; a grown man like Asume should be able to find himself a fitting outfit without any help from others.

As if on cue, Kakashi popped his head into the room. "Ready?" he asked, looking around the room. Then his eyes fell on the clothes scattered on the bed. "Oh, you haven't made up your mind yet, I see."

"Uh, no." Asuma coughed up a little to cover up his embarrassment - Kakashi saw through it though. "Hey, it's okay. I could always help you out," he said, reaching over to grab one of the shirts. "Hey!" Asuma protested but a little too late. Kakashi was already examining the shirt.

"..." He didn't say anything about it though, just tossed it over his shoulder, and grabbed the next. It was actually quite amusing to watch, and soon Asuma found himself enjoying watching Kakashi go through his closet.

"Hah! This one's perfect. Put it on, so I can see how it looks on you." Kakashi threw the shirt at Asuma, laughed, and apologized. He excused himself by saying he had always wanted to throw some piece of clothing at someone. Asuma stuck his tongue out at that.

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"Wow, Kakashi, I guess I'll have to admit that you've got an eye for this sort of thing."

Asuma looked at him in the self in the mirror. He was wearing the shirt that Kakashi'd picked out for him, a black one with grey, vertical stripes along with a pair of blue ripped jeans. He looked really good, if he could say so himself. He glanced at Kakashi, who was standing beside him. He looked incredible. Too bad Asuma would have tear his outfit apart later. No, Asuma. You must not think like that. No good.

"Should we leave, then?" Kakashi asked. "Yeah. Let's go."

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"Hey, what kind of party are we going to?" Asuma was sure he'd been to all the different kinds of parties there were, but he liked house parties the best. And he hated rave parties most passionately.

"Uhm, my friend Genma is holding it at some locale in town. So, knowing Genma, it's gonna be a lot of people there..."

"Rave party, then?"

"Most likely."

Asuma sighed inwardly. Oh joy. Rave party. But this would be more interesting than any rave party. Cause this time, Kakashi would be there with him.

A/N: Don't hate on me! D: The thing is, I have it all planned out, and this chapter needed to come in between the next chapter. So please review and stuff, and I'll make it up to you :)