Konnichiwa Mina-san, I'm sorry for the wait but I just what you guys need a new chapter of Dance with me, and yes, this one is longer...thank goodness.
Dance with me
Chapter Six: The Day That's Just Full Of Surprises
"Thanks ladies, have a good evening!" I called out to the models that had arrived earlier that day. Sigh...another day, another successful photo shoot. The girls all waved goodbye as they exited the studio. I was finishing cleaning up by fixing my camera, while Tenten, Ino and Hinata were cleaning up the clothes and other things. I was cleaning out my lens, when I noticed that the girls stopped what they were doing and stared at me with eager eyes. I gave them a confused look and set my camera down on the table.
"Can I help you with something ladies?" I asked as I gave them a raised eyebrow.
"Umm...Kakashi-san, we're just wondering about something." Tenten said as she walked a little closer to me.
"Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait until you guys are done, I'm going to be very busy tonight." I said as I picked up my camera again and started to pack it in the case as I folded my tripod into it as well.
"Yeah, I'm sure you are." I heard Ino snicker to herself. I turned around and gave her a puzzled look and a raised eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" I asked. Ok, now I was confused.
"Ano, what Ino-chan is trying to say, is that, we wanted to ask you something rather important." Hinata spoke up rather shyly.
"Can it wait? I really don't have time to waste." I said as I finished
Packing my equipment and walked over to my mini bar to get my backpack and a drink from the fridge. With The girls were following me the whole time.
"Please Kakashi-san we're dying to know about you and the girl at the dance studio!" Tenten blurted out.
At that moment, I froze in my tracks and slowly turned around to face them with a shocked look on my face, did I hear her right? No way! How the hell do they know? Part of me was shocked that they knew and another part of me wasn't really that surprised. But still, to actually hear it coming from them, it really made me think, just how many people knew about me and Sakura?
I immediately straightened myself out and stood in front of them as calmly as I could, even though I was still in shock-mode over it.
"How did you know about that? I don't remember telling you girls about her." I said plainly.
"You're right, we found out from Jiraiya." Ino said straightforwardly. I quickly turned my back to them and clenched my fist close to me with my lone viable eye burning with flames...'Note to self: Kill Jiraiya next time I see him.' I quickly turned around and gave the girls a look.
"I see, well how much did he tell you?" I asked curiously.
"He told us that you were stalking a pretty pink-haired girl who works at a dance studio." Hinata said with a look on her face. My eyes widen at what she said. I made a mental note to find Jiraiya and strangle him.
"He also told us that you joined the studio just so that you could shack up with her in your bedroom every night." Ino said with a smirk on her face...I stand corrected, go with my first plan and kill him.
"He also told us that since you never were with a real woman, you guys play alot of sex games that involved and , and that you guys use a every time you ." Tenten said matter-of-factly.
If it was possible, which I don't think it was, my mouth hung open so much that a whole person could just walk right in and make themselves at home. That was it, there was no doubt in my mind...I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!
"Listen girls, I have to go now, but please be rest assured that whatever he told you about me and the girl is not true. I'll tell you everything tomorrow but for now, I have to go. I'll entrust that you guys will clean up the place for me before you leave." I said as I opened the door to leave.
"Hai!" They said in unison
"Goodnight ladies." I said as I walked out of the studio and the building and into my awaiting limo to take me to my dance lessons tonight.
I got to the building very early. My classes won't start for another hour, but I didn't want to go home and think about her there, I wanted to go there and show her how dedicated I was and most importantly I was curious as to what she did before my lessons.
I opened the door and immediately I heard music coming form the studio and also I heard children's voices and laughter. The music was an upbeat song:
"Floor filler by the Ateens?" I questioned to myself when I recognized the song. I walked up the stairs and made it to the door; I slowly opened it and was surprised when I didn't see anyone in the main studio.
I walked a little further in and saw everyone in the second room. There she was...her...Sakura. I felt my heart stop when I saw her, she was with at least 12-15 little kids, she was teaching them hip-hop...I think? She was wearing a pair of cargo green Capri with sneakers and a plan white T-shirt, her hair was in two long low pigtails and she wore a matching baseball cap.
My guess is that I came at the end of classes, because once the music stopped all the kids ran out of the room and towards the women's and men's locker room, I followed since I had to go there anyway to put my stuff away.
The guys saw me and said hi, I smiled back and said hi as well, I decided to just sit in the back for awhile and read my book, I had time and there was a place to sit down and relax anyway.
"Bye guys!" I heard her say to the children as they left.
"Bye Sakura-sensei!" They all shouted back. I couldn't help but chuckle at that, 'Sakura-sensei' that was the perfect name for her. Once the kids where gone it was just her and me there, though I really didn't want her to see me, since she might want to start our lessons right away.
'I'll just read for now.' I thought to myself as I sat down and read my book. I was reading for about ten minutes when I noticed music was playing in the studio again, my guess it was another class, I didn't want to bother anyone. I kept to myself...that is until I really listen to the song. My eyes widened in shock and I dropped the book.
'You've got to be kidding me, right here, right now. No Way!! This is just wrong' I thought in compete shock as the song: Sexyback by Justin
Timberlake was playing on the loud speaker. Something was telling me that I should just stay where I was and read my book, but my body was urging me to do otherwise. I finally gave into my body's urges and slowly walked to the main studio.
At first I didn't see much of anything and then I walked a little more and soon froze in my tracks, there she was, on the floor, she had a change of outfit. My eyes traced her entire body as I examined what she wore which was a very, VERY short black mini skirt that showed off her silky thighs and her white panties when she moved her hips, she also wore a white quarter sleeve mid-drift shirt. Her hair was left out long so it swayed perfectly with the rest of her body and lastly was her black and white knee-high stockings (A/N: one leg was white and the other was black, just that you should know).
I watched in a mesmerized daze as she moved her body to the beat of the music, moving in all these other sexy moves that you would only find in a night club or a very exotic club, much of her moves involving the small pole that was placed in the center of the studio. I watched, aroused, as she sexily danced her way around the pole. My body was instantly burning with the urge to run up to her and have my way with her right there and then.
I watched her writhe against the pole and felt a small wet spot on my mask. I was salivating and I knew it, but I didn't give a damn. I wanted her. She was like a goddess sent down from the heavens, mocking the mortals with her unattainable beauty. I dragged my gaze up from her legs to her face, her lips curled in a wickedly smug smirk.
"I'm afraid the show's over Hatake-san."
I blinked. "I'm sorry?"
She slowly removed her entwined arms from the pole, pulling down the hem of her skirt and I silently lamented the lost view. She grabbed a water bottle off a bench and took a gulp before looking over to me.
"Shouldn't you get ready Hatake-san? Class starts in a few minutes." She said as she gave me glance.
I looked up at the clock. "Already? It didn't seem that long." I thought.
I heard her clear her throat and I turned my gaze to her. "Hatake-san, did you not hear me the first time?" She asked, her laughing tone now gone.
"Gomen." I apologized before walking into the locker room. From where I stood, I could hear her change too and I silently wondered what she would teach me today.
I stepped out of the locker room and saw her in her usual garb, her arms crossed over her chest while her foot tapped impatiently.
"Sorry I took so long." I said, offering my patented eye-crease. She simply huffed.
"Last time, we tested the waters. You learn quickly for a beginner, but you have much to learn. First of all, your posture is horrible."
I stared across the room to see my reflection. My legs were slightly bent, my shoulders were stooped, and I was leaning forward with my hands stuffed into my pockets. So my posture wasn't that great. It had taken years to perfect my lazy gait and everything else about me. With the fact that I had no back problems, I was perfectly content with my way of standing, but I guess that was just me.
I looked at her. "So what do I do?" As soon as I asked that, she handed me a wooden pole.
"You will be using this." I blinked and moved my hand towards
the pole when she moved it away from me. "Ah-ah-ah. First, you warm up. I will not have you stop just because you have a stitch in your side. And stop looking at me like that." She snapped and I changed my incredulous stare into my normal droopy-eyed one.
"What's the warm-up?" I asked in a slight of indifference in my voice.
Judging by the shocked stare she was sending me, she thought I was a complete dunce. "What do you mean? The one I taught you the last lesson we had."
"You jumped right into the lesson. We didn't have a warm-up." She blushed; the pink color gracing her features made her look adorable.
"Oh. Sorry. Just follow what I do."
I watched her move around the room, her arms outstretched at her sides and her legs moving under her.
"Well?" she asked, her eyes never leaving her focal point.
"Sorry." I apologized, quickly following after her. I was doing a lot
of apologizing today. I followed after her and she left, leaving me to my warm-up.
"How long do I do this for?"
"Go around the studio three times and do this before every
lesson." I nodded and went around the room two more times before stopping near where I started. She handed me a pole before picking up one of her own.
I stared at the pole, taking notice of the wood-grain. "What do I do with this?" She slammed one end of the pole into the floor as she held her arms out.
"Go into this position, and then balance the pole across your arms. You will dance the steps I taught you last time, but your arms will hold that pole. By keeping it balanced in your arms, you will improve your posture."
I nodded in understanding and balanced the pole in my arms. I moved two steps into the routine before the pole fell. I picked up and tried again only to have the same thing happen. I heard her chuckle.
"Not as easy as it seems, is it?"
"Hn."
I held my arms out, moving the pole into the crooks of my elbows. I stared into the mirror with conviction and straightened out my back, noticing my height increase by at least an inch.
'Maybe there is something to this straight posture thing after all,' I thought.
I danced the steps, stumbling a bit at the beginning. It was strange with this new challenge, but soon, the movements flowed easily. I looked at her with a triumphant smirk.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this."
"Yes you are." she agreed, a pleased smile on her lips. I felt myself become lighter with the compliment. "But those aren't the right steps. It's supposed to be forward, heel, toe, toe. Not that." Scratch that, my happiness was shot, crushed into pieces, and then burnt to a crisp.
I stared at my feet, wondering what I was doing wrong as I watched them move of their own accord. "But this is what you taught me last lesson. I don't understand." I watched her eyes become wide with surprise and…was that…guilt?
She panicked. "I'm so sorry. I started you off on the wrong dance. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!"
"It's okay. I mean-"
"No, it's not okay. I know we were just testing how far your skills were, but I started this all wrong. I'm such an idiot. Please forgive me, I-" Firm hands gripped her wrists and she looked up, startled and detached from her body, looking up in distant wonder.
"It's fine. I don't mind. Really." I comforted. She nodded, guilt still
hanging over her head.
I frowned mentally; she could really hold onto something. I wordlessly picked up my fallen pole and rested against it.
"Aren't you going to teach me Haruno-san?" She looked up startled, nearly jumping out of her skin at the sound of my voice and I chuckled. It seems I caught her off-guard. She nodded and walked over to me.
"First, you…"
I panted heavily. For the past fifteen minutes, my pink-haired teacher had taught me everything I needed to learn for today's lesson. As I rested against the wall with my legs in front of me, the pole resting on my collarbone, I let my mind wander. I noticed all throughout the lesson, she seemed to be pushing herself.
Maybe a form of self-punishment? It seemed a bit extreme for her and me because as she pushed herself, I had to clamber after her to catch up. Also, it seemed absurd. People are known to make mistakes from time to time, i.e. the incident between the model and Jiraiya. My thoughts were soon cut short by the door slamming open and a familiar voice sounding throughout the room.
"Forehead girl!"
Eyes snapped over to the door, wondering who had the audacity to call her by that name. In the doorway was a sapphire-eyed, blonde girl holding large paper bags in her hands. I watched Sakura turn her head, her fists clenched, but her face scarily tranquil.
"Pig."
I felt my eyes widen in their sockets for two reasons. 1. Sakura had just insulted the woman and 2. That woman was my secretary. Judging by the tension crackling between them, it would be best for me(and my attached limbs) to stay where I was and be quiet.
Ino's blonde brow twitched dangerously. "What'd you call me?"
"Pig, have you lost your hearing already? My, my, I never had any clue you were so much of an octogenarian that you needed a hearing aid." Sakura chuckled with a smug look on her face.
"Sakura" Ino warned.
She simply sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, a small amount of saliva beginning to form in my mouth. "Ino, what did you come here for and so late too?"
I watched Ino huff. "Well, you know what I'm here for and I wouldn't have been late if my lazy-ass boss hadn't told me to clean up the room after he left. I swear, he can't do anything for himself, though I heard gay men were supposed to be able to take care of themselves" She pondered.
Suddenly, a menacing killer aura floated through the room as my arms crossed over my chest, a look of indifference on my face. "I never knew you felt that way about me, Yamanaka-san."
I watched her turn towards me, her eyes wide in shock as her face fell. I could see that she was scared beyond belief. If I told her anything more, she would've wet her pants, but I didn't give a damn. I didn't care that she insulted my lazy habits or my existence, but I would not stand for her to comment about my sexual preference. Nope, this was a matter of pride.
I walked over to her, my footsteps echoing in the studio as I watched her cower. I stopped in front of her, my face centimeters away from hers as I fixed my dark gaze on her.
"Well? Didn't you have anything more to say about me?" She
continued to stare. "I'm surprised. You have nothing to say?" She managed to shake her head. "Very well, after I grab my things, you will explain to me what you are doing here."
As I walked into the locker room, I heard her let out a sigh of relief. A wry smile made it's way onto my face. 'Sometimes, it's good to be the boss.'
When I returned, I found my secretary sitting in a chair, her eyes looking to the side. I walked over to her, standing menacingly over her.
"Well?"
Ino looked up and sighed. "Well, I've known her since we were kids. When I heard about her moving back-" I saw Sakura's face darken a bit. "I offered to help her teach on the weekends in exchange for letting me practice here for free whenever I want." I nodded and stepped over to the window, looking out at the glittering city.
I heard Ino huff again. "Sakura, why didn't you tell me you were the pink-haired woman with my boss?" She hissed. I mentally sighed. 'Honestly, how many women in the city had pink hair and taught dance? Idiot.'
I watched my limo pull up to the building and pushed away from the ledge. "Well, my ride's here. Goodnight Ino, Haruno-san." I grabbed my coat off the rack and I stopped in the doorway. "Oh, and Ino."
"Yes?" She said as she gave me a plan look
I turned back, my face holding a benign eye-crease as malicious intent exuded off me in waves. "I believe it goes without saying that if you tell anyone about this, that I will make sure your job becomes worse tenfold." She nodded rapidly and I smiled placidly.
"Good."
I left, slipping into the limo. I knew it didn't matter that I threatened her. Ino was one the largest gossip mongers in the building. There was a small chance she'd actually keep quiet, but only time would tell. Tomorrow would be interesting.