This chapter should be called "how to earn your M-rating". Because yeah, we definitely earned it (we meaning "Saraa and les". sonya is Too Innocent to write something like, well, this).
Disclaimer: it's, like, never been ours?
Dedication: to... uhm... finding lost USB sticks, and GLEE.
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To: dancelikenooneiswatching
From: sharkbaithoohaha
Subject: No Subject
So, Toots… 'Sup?
-Sharky :D
To: sharkbaithoohaha
From: dancelikynooneiswatching
Subject: Why are you e-mailing me, again?
Nothing much... Just got home (ewh, I hate school), and now am trying to decide which kind of cake to make for Her Shyness's birthday.
(Which isn't even until December, but I am so indecisive, it's not even funny...)
You?
-Candii
To: dancelikenooneiswatching
From: sharkbaithoohaha
Subject: ...To get a passing grade.
Yeah, high school sucks - college's better. Oh cake! I like sweets... Can I help? (but I can't bake... but still.)
(...Wow... I have no words.)
I am just leaving out of my Calculus class. And going home.
-Sharky :D
To: sharkbaithoohaha
From: dancelikenooneiswatching
Subject: ...Your argument is rendered invalid and incorrect, and therefore useless.
I want to get out of high school, quite literally as fast as I can. Oh, right, I guess I did promise that we'd... bake... a cake... (why is part of my soul shrieking in agony? Why is this?)
(Eh, it takes a brain to form words, so yeah, that makes sense.)
Ewwh, Calculus...
Say this is stereotypical, and I will throttle you - I can't stand math. It's just so...
I don't even know the word.
-Candii
To: dancelikenooneiswatching
From: sharkbaithoohaha
Subject: If you say so...
I felt the same way... well... Yeah. Oh yeah, you did, didn't you? I forgot about that part. So how about it? (...I... don't know? Because you're... you?)
(Why are you beginning to argue with me, when I'm being nothing but nice?)
Calculus does suck.
But it's required for my major. So yes.
-Sharky :D
To: sharkbaithoohaha
From: dancelikenooneiswatching
Subject: I do.
Well, if you want to come over... We'll... bake a cake. (I am not sure whether to be insulted or not.)
Go up ninth, and turn off on Valley Road - house number 121.
BioChem, right?
Huh, I was thinking of going into Social Sciences... (hence why I am taking AP Psychology.)
-Candii
To: dancelikenooneiswatching
From: sharkbaithoohaha
Subject: Okay. So you say so.
Okay, I'll... come over. And we'll bake a cake. (It wasn't meant as an insult.)
Alright, got it. I'll be there... in twenty.
Yeah.
Ha, if you were to take this class next year, you'd get along with the teacher-student... who'd be a teacher... Oh, whatever - I suppose you know what I mean.
-Sharky :D
To: sharkbaithoohaha
From: dancelikenooneiswatching
Subject: I doooo say so. For I am pretty!
Okay then! ^_^ (...You get off with a warning, this time.)
Mmkay, see you.
(... Do you find this as awkward as I do?)
Really? The crazy one? I'd like her?
...Once again, not sure to be insulted or complimented.
-Candii
To: dancelikenooneiswatching
From: sharkbaithoohaha
Subject: ...Um. Sure...?
Yup. (...What did I do now?)
Yeah... I'm driving over now... Wow...
(Yes, yes I do find this awkward. And I'm terrified that you might... stuff me in your basement and feed me to some sort of monster.)
Yeah, her. And it's not meant as an insult. Why do you take everything as an insult?
-Sharky :D
Suigetsu drove his silver Corvette down the street extra slowly, reading the numbers of the houses until he finally reached the one with the 121 neatly written on its mailbox. He parked his car and remained seated, hands still on the steering wheel. He sighed - he was going to meet this bipolar girl that broke his balls.
Seriously.
What the fuck.
Shaking his head, he took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car, making sure to lock it before he began to walk towards the front door. Looking down at his attire (purple pull-down hoodie, gray skinnies and purple-and-black beat-up vans), he decided he looked... presentable. If it was a habit he picked up from Kiba's mother after all these years, it was to look presentable and treat women with respect.
He reached the front door and, with one hand stuffed in his pockets, he rung the doorbell.
Karin heard the door bell ring, and looked up. Oh. Jailbait... he was on time. Karin was impressed. She looked down at herself, to take stock of how much damage her (so far, brutal) adventures with the baking stuff had gone.
The fact that her sunny yellow tank-top was still yellow, her black leggings were still black, and her favourite short, loose, flowy cream skirt (yeah, those ones that kind of came with being the stereotypical dancer) was still cream was an immense relief to Karin - the flour hadn't turned it white.
What was not to Karin's liking was the damn apron she was wearing - the only single apron Karin could find in the entire house (and it wasn't for lack of searching - Karin's mother was intent on finding ways to make Karin's life just that little bit more miserable; this apron was one of them) was this horrid thing she was wearing. It was pink and frilly and Karin was fairly certain that, given the chance, Tenten would put it through a shredder.
And she couldn't even take it off - she liked her clothes too much to let them get ruined!
It was like doom.
She shook herself, and headed towards the front door. Karin took a deep breath - donotkillhimdonotkillhim, and opened the door.
A guy was standing there, hands stuffed into his pockets. Karin blinked at him, and then said "Uh... hi, Jailbait."
"Hey," he replied.
They stood there and stared awkwardly at each other for a minute or so. Then Karin shrugged, and said "You should probably come in - the cat's going to get out, and it's kinda cold."
She opened the door enough to let him in, and said "I'm Karin, by the way."
She was pretty.
Red hair, dark red eyes, black librarian-styled glasses - and a good sense of fashion.
She was pretty.
Suigetsu cleared his throat and walked in after her, shutting the door closed behind him. The place was homey and clean and nice and... clean - not at all the messy dump he lived in; which reminded him... he had to clean up. Suigetsu shook his head, strands of silver-white hair whipping at his alabaster face.
"I'm Karin, by the way."
His ice-purple eyes snapped open and he stared at her as he walked into the kitchen with her. "Suigetsu - I'm Suigetsu."
He looked around at the mess on the island in the center of the kitchen and lifted a brow, "You got started without me," he smirked, one of his canines peaking out at the side of his lips.
Karin gave him the 'are-you-stupid?' look, and rolled her eyes. "Sor-ry... I just got some flour out, and some sugar... Oh, and I turned the oven on. Don't let me forget that, okay? Because if I'm not careful, it'll set itself on fire..."
He stared at her, incredulous. "The oven... will-"
"Set itself on fire, yes." Karin pushed her glasses up her nose - damn things. She grinned -sparkle-sparkle, sheen-sheen, doom to twilight- at him, and said "My house has a tendency to try to kill its inhabitants. We're not really sure why."
Suigetsu continued to stare at her, and Karin felt oddly unnerved by his stare - okay, he was attractive on many levels. But she also knew he could be a real prick, and, unlike Ino, Karin was not one to fall hard and fast, trusting that her heart was right about people, about the person - Karin was the type to fall hard, but she fell slow. Karin didn't trust.
And she was a hard-to-please little bitch, most of the time.
Karin pushed her hair back behind her ears. Ugh, there had to be something to tie her hair back with somewhere around here - Karin spotted a little ponytail sitting just out of reach. She pointed to it. "Uhm, could you pass me that hair tie? And then we'll get started, 'kay?"
Suigetsu darted his eyes to the black hair-tie little ways from him and grabbed it, stretching his hand out with it resting on his palm.
He watched her take it and watched her tie her hair up into a messy ponytail, expression a bit bored. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, though, he heard the most annoying sound he could have ever heard - the mewling of a damn cat. Fuck, did he hate cats - another side affect from hanging out with Kiba: he became a dog lover and a cat basher. He glared at the vile beast and quickly side-stepped it.
"So what flavour are we starting with," he asked, leaning against the island and grabbing a spatula, looking at it with a tilted head and then waving it around. Suigetsu glared when the black fur-ball neared his feet again. He tried not to seem obvious in his dislike of the thing and continued to wave spatula in the air.
And then... the thing scratched him.
Suigetsu growled.
Karin snickered. "Percy doesn't like you very much, does she?"
Suigetsu almost yelled. "What the hell? Your cat's evil!"
"Nah!" Karin said, and she swooped down to scoop the tatty little kitten up. The little thing turned in her arms, and kept it's golden gaze locked securely on Suigetsu's body. Karin ran her fingers through the constantly-matted black fur, and smiled. She'd found Persephone curled up under her front porch almost six weeks ago - the kitten was still only beginning to trust Karin, and anyone else who dared get close to her, really ought to run for their lives.
Karin held the kitten up to Suigetsu. "See? She's sweet!"
Said 'sweet' little cat had a miniature bitch-fit in Karin's arms, and started hissing and spitting in Suigetsu's general direction.
Karin nearly doubled over with laughter as she put the black kitten down. It ran off, but not without first giving Suigetsu a cat's signature stink-eye, which, to anyone who knows anything, is far worse then a human's stink-eye (Karin had found that cats did disdain far better then a person ever could).
Karin could only clutch her stomach as she laughed. It was highly amusing - watching what was pretty much a full-grown-man have a bitch-fight with a kitten.
Especially when the kitten clearly won.
When the laughter had finally exhausted itself, Karin went to find some cocoa. They were making a chocolate cake, after all.
Suigetsu sneered at the thing as it glared right back at him.
Maybe he still carried Akamaru's stench with him...? Gah, he knew he shouldn't have done that favor for Kiba. Akamaru was a furry ball of energy! This was the reason why he had to wash the interior of his car (stupid dog sheddings) and this was also the reason why that stupid cat scratched him. Fuck, his leg was kind of throbbing - stupid puny thing and it's stupid sharp claws.
He huffed and walked towards the sink, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows and washing his hands. "Stupid cat and it's stupid claws," he muttered under his breath, amethyst eyes glaring at the water. He closed the faucet and wiped his hands dry and turned back to the girl - Karin.
Damn, this was fucking awkward.
...Well for him, at least - she seemed comfortable already. But then again this was her house. He watched her come back with jar of cocoa at hand; he grinned. They were making chocolate cake. Suigetsu loved chocolate cake, as childish as that sounded. But c'mon, you can't blame him - it's chocolate cake.
"Awesome, chocolate cake," he smirked (little canine peaking out again) at her and began to crack his fingers one by one. "Alright, tell me what to do, Toots."
Part of Karin's soul died when he called her Toots - it just died. And then went to hell. Because heaven was not on Karin's List Of Places To Go In The Near Future (the reason? Oh, she was baking it for Hinata's birthday - Devil's Food Cake).
However, she managed to conceal the twitch, and nodded towards the flour. "Okay," she said. "We're making Devil's Food Cake - because it's the most amazing cake ever. And Snow White loves it - both it, and Angel's Food Cake. We'll make that one next, actually, because she likes vanilla better then chocolate..."
He blinked at her again. Next? he thought. The girl was clearly thinking ahead...
She blinked right back at him. "Why are you looking at me like that? Anyways, the recipe calls for... uhm, two cups of flour, two cups of sugar, seven teaspoons of cocoa..."
As she listed each thing off, Suigetsu managed to find it for her. He looked a little uncomfortable, but Karin was not in the mood to care. Because, hi, hello, Devil's Food Cake. It was only the best chocolate cake ever to exist in history. As she read the instructions, Karin's brow furrowed. Hm, she was going to need some equipment... "Sui, could you grab me the electric mixer?"
He goggled. She'd just - just called him by a nickname! And more then that, it was a nickname that wasn't insulting.
Karin turned around, and gave him A Look that clearly said "If you do not get moving, very bad things are going to happen to your anatomy, okay?" She pointed to one of the ground level cupboards, and she watched in satisfaction as he knelt down to get it.
"Mmkay, put the cocoa, the boiling water from the kettle, and the butter in a bowl, and mix it, okay? It has to be smooth, too..."
While Suigetsu did as she asked, Karin fluttered around; she grabbed the sugar and the flour and the separated eggs -remember, only the egg whites! her grandmother's recipe warned-, and began working on getting it all ready to shift together. It would mix together -taste test, taste test-, she'd put it in the oven, and they would start making the frosting...
Karin grinned over at her partner when he wasn't looking. She totally had him whipped; thank you Tenten!
Suigetsu sighed and stepped away from his Epic Stirring. He blew those damn annoying strands of hair away from his amethyst eyes and then pulled his hoodie off, allowing a black t-shirt (with the Rolling Stones logo on it) to come to view. He looked around and settled for placing his sweater on a stool before continuing his stirring.
He blinked and made sure Karin wasn't looking and quickly dipped his forefinger into the batter and brought it to his lips.
"HEY!"
Damn, not swift enough.
Suigetsu turned to give his partner a cheeky grin. "I... Was checking if it was smooth..."
Karin only raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes only slightly. He blinked and turned back to his stirring.
It wasn't like he was scared of the girl, nor was he... whipped (HA, liar! Liar! - Stupid Mutt! Stupid Dead-Last!)... He just really didn't want to argue with her. Nor did he want to, like, get kicked out of her house because they were arguing. So he was just... trying to stay on her good side. Honest.
He blew his hair out of his face again and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Okay, so, baking wasn't as fun as that lady on TV made it look - stirring, stirring, stirring; it was making his arm numb! Suigetsu turned back to look at Karin through the corner of his eyes and watched as she... did some sort of magic. It was magic, that was all he had to say. The electric mixer he had passed her? Yeah, it was mixing the eggs and the sugar and the flour. Together.
Amazing.
"Okay," he drawled, after a few minutes of stirring-stirring-stirring, "It's nice and smooth - what do I do now?"
Bah. He was completely at her mercy in this damn kitchen - this is why he only lived off of ramen, cereal and takeout. Stupid cooking.
Karin was having trouble not giving in to the laughter - she was trying so hard to restrain it, that she was quite literally shaking.
She bit her lip to hold in the giggles, and said "Give it here, we have to mix it with this..."
As she took the bowl full of the chocolate-y mixture from him, their fingers accidentally touched - Karin felt sparks of heat prickle along her arms. She yanked the bowl away from him, and stiffly beat the egg whites into the batter. Watch yourself, girlie, Tenten admonished in her head. Keep that head of yours on straight. Otherwise you will become a cliché, and no one wants that.
She could feel his eyes on her as she poured the batter into two pans, and she knew his gaze didn't leave her body until she slipped both of said pans into the pre-heated (not-on-fire-for-once) oven, and turned to face him, a peevish look on her face. Her glasses were slipping down her nose.
She flicked a little left-over flour at his head, and said "Would you quit staring at me, weirdo?"
He blinked, shaking his head and letting the white dust pollute his air.
Oh. Oh she did not just really do that.
Suigetsu's eyes narrowed as he grabbed some of the flour into his hand and threw it right back at her. "I wasn't staring. I was thinking and you were in the way."
He smirked and ducked the fist-full of flour, snickering when the white stuff spread all over the spot where he had stood. Suigetsu turned his triumphant grin towards her, only for it to be completely wiped off when she had another hand-full ready - and she threw it. At him. In his face.
He coughed and snapped his eyes shut. Shaking his head to get rid of the damn thing, he neared her, turning ice-purple eyes towards the small bowl full of frosting. A smirk appeared on his flour-stained face and he dipped a finger into it and raised the vanilla-coated finger towards her, swiftly running it down her cheek and leaving a sticky trail behind it.
Karin gaped at him, "You!"
Suigetsu only laughed before he yelped when his nose felt some cold, stickiness on it. He blinked and narrowed his eyes and this time, dipped his four fingers into the frosting and ran it, horizontally, across her lips.
"Ha," he teased.
And then the flour came back and Suigetsu only growled as he chased her around the kitchen, throwing fist-fulls upon fist-fulls of flours after her. And her laughing made Suigetsu smile - not smirk, but smile. And pretty soon he was laughing too.
...Well, before she started chasing him with the bowl of frosting.
Karin contemplated the fact that they were going to have to make more frosting, and that it would be a pain - but by this point in time, Karin just didn't care anymore. She scooped up a handful of frosting - it clumped around the flour, ewh - and pretty much jumped on him to smear it in his hair.
No way in hell did Karin let herself lose.
Especially something as easy as baking-goods fight.
"Hey, Toots, that's my hair!" he squawked at her, and Karin just grinned cheekily up at him. She could see the flour marks across her glasses, but she didn't particularly care. It was way too much fun, making him mad like this.
They were standing too close together - Karin's fingers were sticky, locked in his hair, and they just stared at each other. They were both covered in cocoa and flour and sugar and frosting - sweet. Karin's smile turned slow and dangerous, and just to be a bitchy little tease, started licking the fingers of her free right hand.
What. The. Fuck. Was she doing?
Suigetsu went mildly stiff as his eyes, widened, just a bit, followed her tongue go up and down her fingers and he had to fight back the urge to just groan and roll his eyes at the pure tease she had just fucking transformed to. Okay, Suigetsu was having an internal battle with himself because hi, hello, she was a minor... Well... No... He was still eighteen, too. So...
Fuck.
No.
He couldn't do this.
He couldn't.
Oh god, now she was sucking the frosting off her fingers and... Suigetsu's brow furrowed.
He couldn't take it - he couldn't fight it. He slowly rose a hand and placed it on her shoulder, pushing her back until her back hit (gently, because he knew how to be gentle) the island and waited for her to lift her head up to look at him. And when she did, he didn't waste a minute (okay, so he had looked -through the smears of flour on her lens' - at her eyes for five seconds... but still) before he, gently, slowly, teasingly, licked some of the frosting off her lips with the tip of his tongue.
Karin almost snarled. Oh no. No way was he turning this one on her. If they were going to play that game, they were going to play by her rules - Karin didn't play anyone's rules but her own.
She arched her back up against him, and ground her hips against his - and Karin knew he wasn't always comfortable with grinding. Her right arm curled around his neck, and tugged him down closer to her. Her lips traveled hungrily along the line of his jaw - yummm, melted chocolate, she thought, slightly dizzy.
She felt the growl that resonated low in his vocal range - her lips were against his throat, by this point. "Toots, you're playing games, and I don't fuckin' like it."
Karin pulled away from his neck, and glared up at him, "Shut up and kiss me, please."
For emphasis, she rolled her hips against his - the responding groan had her laughing huskily.
Okay, Suigetsu decided that a life time's worth of bonding time with the Dead-Last was better than this. Because this?
This could not be happening.
Well. It could. And it was. But Suigetsu had no idea if it was good or bad. And you know what, he had no idea why he was caring in the first place - usually, in all seriousness, by now he would have the girl in nothing but her panties and bras and in her room. Why was this any different?
But nonetheless did he comply with her... harsh request.
He placed his lips against hers and kissed her. And... hot fucking damn was she good. There was nipping, gnawing, licking, sucking, biting - fuck, this was too much. Suigetsu was only glad that the kiss was distracting her from grinding her hips against his.
But he was wrong. Again.
She rolled her hips against his. Again.
Suigetsu gripped her hips as he continued to kiss her with just as much fervor as she was. But, he decided, this grip on her teasing-damn-fucking-teasing hips was the grip on his sanity.
She ground against him again and Suigetsu groaned into the kiss.
Karin knotted her fingers in his hair as he hoisted her up on the island - even as he did, she hooked her legs around his hips. Ha, she thought hazily, you are not stopping my grindage, jerk.
His shirt was in the way, Karin thought. She curled her fists into the annoyingly soft fabric, hissed against his lips, and pulled at it violently. He pulled back for a minute to glare at her. She entirely ignored it, and went back to pulling on his shirt.
"Get rid of this damn shirt, please!" she hissed at him; she was past thinking, past being rational. She wanted him naked and she wanted him naked this instant.
"Ladies first, Toots," he said with a quiet sneer.
She had a violent urge to bite him for that comment.
He took a harsh grip of her shirt and began to pull it up, teeth busy nipping at her jaw. By now, they were both breathing hard, coherence and anything related to it completely out the door - it was just him and her and this damn fucking urge they were both fucking feeling.
But halfway way up her tummy, Karin pushed him away just enough to be able to yank his damn shirt off; and she didn't let him near her until it was completely off his person. Suigetsu growled and stared at her as he neared her again. This time, though, he grabbed her shirt with mucho force and pulled it up, throwing it aside once it was successfully off. His eyes roamed her exposed torso, a smirk coming to his lips at the sight of her in a black lacy bra. Damn, she was pretty.
Their lips clashed together again in a harsh kiss, their hands roaming their exposed skin. Suigetsu pulled away and buried his face in the junction of her neck and shoulder, his teeth quickly going to work, nipping and sucking.
His eyes snapped open and he pulled away, his hand shooting up towards his chest as default reaction. He glared at the smirking vixen in front of him, "Ow - what the fuck was that for?"
"Shut up," he watched her eyes dart back to his nipple and he smirked.
"You like it?" His smirk only grew when she shot him a glare, "You like pierced nipples, Toots? Huh. You don't have to fuckin' bite it, though." His smirk disappeared and a glare replaced it.
Now she was the one doing the smirk-glaring. "Didn't I tell you to shut up and kiss me?"
"Don't bite me, then." He neared her again and his hand shot out to her hips. He kissed her feverishly for a few minutes and then he began to trail kisses down her jaw, down her neck, down the junction of her neck and shoulder - down-down-down.
"I'll bite you if I feel like it, asshole," she murmured back against his hair, and gulped when he nipped lightly at her collarbone - he had no idea how sensitive that area was. Karin sighed softly, a low-pitched whine passing her lips.
He absolutely froze above her, and the next noise he made was a black growl that made Karin want to jump all over him - low in his throat, dangerous, and sexy as hell. It was all she could do to grab his face, and force him to kiss her again. She rolled her hips again, and muttered "Fuck this, your pants are in the way."
His mouth was at her ear - "Are you fuckin' sure you want to go through with this, Toots? Because there is no going back, understand?"
Karin ignored him entirely; her hands were already at his belt, and all she said was "Shut up and take your pants off. The cake is going to burn if you don't hurry the hell up!"
He smirked, raised an eyebrow, and said "You really want to get in my pants that bad, huh?"
Karin snarled, pushed herself off the island, knelt down, and grabbed his zipper between her teeth. Her voice was a little muffled as she told him "You asked for this, jerk."
Suigetsu's eyes widened as he stared down at her and fuckfuckfuck...
His brow furrowed, "You're fuckin' crazy."
But even as he said that, his hand reached towards her face, eyes concentrating - because he was not going to show her the effect she was making on him - and lips set straight. He grabbed some of the sticky strands of hair covering her face and he gently pushed them away.
But then his snarl was back in place. "Do it, then - stop talking and do it."
Everything after that was synonymous with ecstasy.
...-...
He stared down at the batter he was mixing - a new one, while she applied the frosting to the cake that - honest to god he had no idea how - they managed to save. His breathing was getting shallow and, in all seriousness, he was getting kinda sleepy. He needed some fuel (preferably some drinks... or... well... more sex) to jump back in there. But bah, whatever.
Suigetsu yawned and continued to do his work, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. No, he was not going to even look at Karin because then he'd want to jump her again. At that thought, Suigetsu growled; if there ever was another jumping at each other... they were going to go by his rules. He allowed her her fun this time, but after that, it was what he wanted. 'The fuck, she wanted to believe she had the power?
He almost laughed, but remained cool and collected.
"What's this one called," he asked, staring at the batter. The one they saved was called Devil's Food Cake. And he mused that she had said the name to this one too, but... (and he smirked at this) the activities that were done kinda made him forget.
Karin rolled her eyes. Hm, her whole body felt sore in a lovely, exhausted way. Hate sex. Seriously yummy hate sex.
"It's Angel Food Cake. Didn't I tell you? Snowy likes vanilla better then chocolate..." she murmured, her voice low and raspy. Karin carefully poured the fluffy, white batter into another two pans, and carefully slipped them into the oven with a satisfied-sounding sigh.
Her whole body felt sticky. Ew.
Karin grimaced. "I need to shower, I feel disgusting."
She watched a smirk work it's way across his face, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you smirking at me like that? Do you want something, or...?"
Suigetsu neared her, slow steps after slow steps.
No, he did not like her (LIAR. YOU'RE FUCKING WHIPPED! Stupid Kiba! Stupid Naruto! ... And were those Sasuke and Neji's chuckles...?) but the sex was fucking amazing and she was becoming... she was becoming like a bittersweet addiction.
He was standing right in front of her, their fronts pressing to each other. And in some sort of way - which the term left him so it shall have no name - he liked the fact that she didn't back away from him. His ice-purple eyes clashed with her wine-red ones and there was this battle of sorts that... just... wow. He had no words.
Amidst their glaring-staring, Suigetsu reached for her thighs, grabbing them and with his man-strength raised her up until she was hoisted on his waist, legs securely wrapped around him.
"Save water, shower with me, " he whispered huskily against her neck.
Oh, hello there! Karin mentally murmured as he picked her up and pretty much wrapped her around him. Hm, so this was what power felt like.
All she said was "Save the world, right? But just so you know; if I don't get to wash my hair, I'm gonna be pretty pissed."
She felt him smile against her neck, felt him nip the skin there -damn, that was going to be yet another hickey, how annoying; cover-up was going to be her bff for a long time after today, but it was so worth it-, and she whispered huskily "The bathroom is up one floor, down the hall, third down on the right. Put me down, please, and... oh, yeah. Catch me if you can."
She was out of his arms before he had even realized what she'd said - Karin really had issues controlling her teasing side.
He blinked and then growled like a complete predator, sprinting after her a second after she was gone.
When he got to the bathroom, she was already there, her back facing him and her hands running through her sticky hair. He walked in, slowly and quietly closing the door - and locking it, just in case - and he neared her. Almost carefully - gently - he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind; no later did he flip her around and slam her against the wall.
She hissed and snapped her eyes up to glare at him. "'The fuck was that for, jerk?"
Suigetsu smirked evilly. "You want to tease me, so be it. Watch what I'm going to do to you."
And before she could register what he said, before she could tease-fight back, Suigetsu did what he did best. Pleasure a woman.
He nipped at her collarbone, one of his hands pinning both of hers against the wall. "It seems you're sensitive here, Toots," he murmured in a drawl. He nipped again, nipped-sucked-nibbled-nipped. He smirked triumphantly at her escalating breathing. His free hand sunk down and took a hold of her backside, grabbing and pushing her up the wall, growling when she squeezed her legs around him.
...-...
How they got their clothes off, how they got into the shower, how they even turned the water on was beyond him. But, fuck, if he didn't admit that was the best sex he has had in a long while, he'd be damn fucking lying.
Sweet, sweet - bittersweet addiction.
They were standing at the door together. Karin was in nothing but a long-ish sweater and thigh-high stripy socks, had her still-wet hair piled on top of her head, and was too busy being satisfied to care about anything. Hm, hate sex was definitely the way to go. She was going to be sore for a week.
Dance was going to be a bitch, but it was so, so, worth it.
They stared at each other, and then Karin said, a slow, lazy smirk on her lips "We're still not friends, but I'd totally sleep with you again."
Suigetsu smirked, his little fang-like canine peaking out from the corner of his mouth. His hair was damp, falling in straight, messy torrents all around his head and face; he peered at her through his silver-white bangs. His hands were dug into his pockets, sweater on once again and he... was satiated. Damn fucking satiated.
"Huh," he grunted, "Don't worry, the feeling is mutual."
And then he dipped down and clashed his lips with hers. It amazed him how heated the damn kiss was; like it all started - gnawing, sucking, biting... teeth, tongues. Her fingernails scraped his back and, though he wore a shirt and a sweater, he was still able to feel it.
By the time he had her pinned to the wall again, Suigetsu deemed it time for him to go before he screwed her again. He pulled away, both breathing heavily, eyes clashing. He smirked again, moved some strands of her hair out of her face and walked down the steps.
"See ya around, Toots," he called from over his shoulder as he walked away, hands dug into his pockets.
Karin didn't even stare after him - hello, she had more pride then that.
But hot damn, the boy was a god.
Karin found her cell phone in the wreckage that was the kitchen (there was still flour everywhere), and found three differences; one, she had missed a call from her mother, and therefore now had a voicemail; two, at some point, Suigetsu had managed to somehow program his number into her phone under "booty call #1"; and three, there was text.
From: booty call #1
To: Toots
You better fuckin' delete those other two booty calls off your phone, Toots. You're MINE.
Ten minutes later, Karin sent out her own text.
From: Candii
To: Sak-ura; Piglette; Hina-chan, Tenten
I'm not gonna be able to dance for a week. BEST. HATE. SEX. EVER. *BE JEALOUS.*
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Suigetsu opened the door to Naruto's house - which, no was not rude; Kushina herself had berated the boys for even thinking they had to knock. Bah, she had even given them spare keys each! Her Naru-kun's friends were her boys, too! (And it was even cooler when Kiba's mom got together with her - Kiba's mom was stricter, tho'. Sasuke's mom? She was too damn sweet to be the Emo-Boy's mom.)
He had decided to just go home and change his clothes (soiled with flour and frosting) and then head to the Dead-Last's house right after receiving a text from said Dead-Last.
"How are you Kushina," he asked once he walked in, stopping by the kitchen to give the woman a hug. He smirked at her and had a nice conversation with the redheaded woman. After his mother died, Kushina had taken it upon herself to go to his house every Sunday and make sure he was stocked with food and if he cleaned.
"Naruto-kun and the other boys are upstairs, hun," she said after their little chat about how he was doing.
Suigetsu gave a curt nod and excused himself. He went up the stairs and turned left and then walked towards the door that was Naruto's room. He opened it and Kiba and Sasuke were there already, a beer in the former's hand while the latter's was at his feet while he played video games with the Dead-Last.
"Yo," he said as he walked in, grabbing a beer from the twelve-pack-box-thing, opening it with his teeth and taking a seat.
Kiba took one look at the almost-exhausted, faintly-dreamy look on Suigetsu's face. In true man fashion, he could only yell "DUDE. YOU JUST GOT LAID."
The smirk that replaced the dreamy look (said look was almost frightening on it's own - Kiba was definitely glad when it went, but he knew it would be popping up for a week; when a guy had that sort of grin, it had to have been really, really, really good sex) was frightening. Naruto shot around, and stared at Suigetsu. Again? Really?
Sasuke didn't even look away from the TV. Suigetsu was a whore, so what else was new?
"Please tell me she was legal. I don't fucking like the look on your face," Kiba told him rather seriously.
Suigetsu rolled his eyes at the stupid Mutt.
"Excuse me, you fuckin' dick-face - I'm eighteen too so fuck off."
"Right," Sasuke said, never looking away from the TV, "That makes it perfectly alright. Ever the whore, Sharkbait."
Suigetsu snorted and rolled his eyes again and took a swig of his beer. "Shut the fuck, Emo-Boy. Fuck." God these asses were such douches. In all seriousness, not even a minute in there and they were already attacking him and cramping up his style.
Naruto, Sasuke and Kiba froze at precisely the same time as one single thought came to their individual minds. The trio allowed smirks to dominate their features as (Naruto paused the game) they turned to stare at the youngest out of them all.
"Well fuck me sideways" Naruto said, his smirk growing, "You banged your pen pal, didn't you?"
"No."
Sasuke chuckled, "So that was all the fucking sexual tension. Che."
"I said it wasn't her," Suigetsu growled.
"Dude," Kiba said, his smirk turning into a wolfish grin, "Stop fucking lying, douche! It was her, huh? I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT."
"It. Wasn't. Her. Back the fuck off!"
The other three stared at him with 'stop-fucking-lying-douche-we're-going-to-fuck-you-up-if-you-don't-tell-the-truth' looks. Suigetsu only grunted and continued to drink his beer. Stupid Mutt. Stupid Dead-Last. Stupid Emo-Boy.
"Was she good?" Naruto finally asked.
"Fuck yeah."
Kiba's smirk hit 'through-the-roof'. "You are so fucking transparent, dude. Seriously, tho'. How was it?"
The return of the slightly-dreamy look told all three other men in the room everything they needed to know (or, in Sasuke's case, far more then was required - fuck, he knew Suigetsu got laid, who gave a damn? Suigetsu was always getting laid).
"Holy fuck, this must have been something special, you look like you got high and then had alcohol..."
"Fuck, Dobe, pay attention, you're gonna get us killed!" Sasuke ordered, his jaw clenched. Sasuke hated losing.
Naruto yelped, and dove for his PS3 controller just as something that Kiba couldn't see shot at his head. He cracked another can of beer, and went back to probing his best friend's brain for bits and pieces of information. Because, really, being an annoying asshole was one of the things Kiba did best.
"So what the hell happened?" Kiba asked.
When Suigetsu didn't immediately respond, Kiba threw an empty beer can at his head. The empty-sounding 'thunk' it made had Kiba howling with laughter, and Suigetsu grumbling obscenities.
When things finally calmed down, Kiba stared expectantly at his rarely-awkward best friend as he shifted uncomfortably. There was no way in hell Suigetsu was getting out of this questioning session, because it was just part of their ridiculous traditions - prodding each other about members of the fairer sex.
Because, hell, girls were weird.
"We had a cake fight," Suigetsu muttered, a reminiscent little smirk across his face.
Kiba stared at him, flabbergasted. "You had a fucking cake fight? Like, fucking chocolate cake?"
"Yeah, she talked me into baking a cake. And then I banged her in the kitchen. I don't even know how the hell we made it to the shower... Then I almost fuckin' banged her a third time in the front hall. How was your day?"
Kiba could only clap his friend on the back, and say "I... Congrats. I spent my day with Ino..."
Kiba proceeded to go quiet, and get lost in that pathetic part of his brain that was reserved for Ino - said pathetic part was getting larger every fucking day. Suigetsu rolled his eyes, and threw his empty beer can at Kiba's head for the second time in less then half an hour.
"OW, YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Dude, you're fuckin' WHIPPED."
"Fuck you, douche!"
"Never thought I'd see the day that Kiba the Man Whore got WHIPPED." Suigetsu laughed, pressing the palm of his left hand (the right one held his new beer-can) to his forehead as he shook his head in pure amusement.
"DAMMIT DOBE."
Sasuke's voice rose an octave. That meant The Unbeatable Duo was losing.
"I'M TRYING, TEME, I'M FUCKING TRYING! THAT STUPID SONUVABETCH WON'T FUCKING DIE!"
He paused the game and ran a hand through his wild blond, droopy spikes. Meanwhile, Sasuke glared at his best friend and took a swig or five of his beer.
"Alright," Suigetsu said, smirk on his lips, "let me get this straight; the Mutt has this Ino-chick and the Dead-Last is drooling over that shy little thing he-"
"HEY. RESPECT. SHOW SOME RESPECT."
"-hung out with. The Barbie-Doll is getting manhandled by his pen pal and I'm not one to settle down for shit. So Emo-Boy...how about you? Still a virgin?"
The other two grinned.
Sasuke turned to glare at Suigetsu, eyes narrowed down into slits. "Fuck off, idiot."
"Wait, wait," Kiba said in between his laughter, a hand pressed to his left eye (that was teary from all the laughing) and shaking the other one in the air. "What about that chick from the skating rink? I saw you, douche-bag! You were talking her up!"
"WHAT," Naruto howled, "The Teme was spittin' some game?"
"No. Fuckin'. Way," Suigetsu said.
"Not even, you fucking idiots would believe anything." Sasuke glared and shoved his blond best friend. "Hurry up!"
"Wait! So you got a chick in mind - wait, so you're not a fag?"
"I'LL KILL YOU."
"You're losing really fuckin' badly," Suigetsu said, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
Sasuke snarled. "FUCK, Dobe!"
He was clearly done with this shit. Why was he even friends with these losers, anyway?
But then Kiba started beating Naruto over the head with the nearest heavy, blunt object -from the corner of Sasuke's eye, it looked like a metal bat-, and Sasuke realized: seriously else would have a metal bat in their bedroom?
After beating Naruto soundly over the skull with the metal bat for a decent amount of time -passably just enough to do some serious brain damage-, Kiba grabbed the left over controller, and took over. Fuck, they were going to kill his winning streak - and Kiba really hated losing.
He hated losing almost as much as he hated people who couldn't aim straight.
"OI, BASTARD, CAREFUL WITH THAT GUN, YOU'RE GONNA KILL SOMEONE!"
Sasuke smirked as he continue to shoot. "I was aiming at you, Mutt."
Suigetsu took the term roll-on-floor-laughing literally. He was holding his sides as he laughed at Kiba's flabbergasted-pissed look and Sasuke's need to kill the Mutt even if he was his partner, and the Dead Last lying on the ground groaning and reaching for a can of beer. God, these idiots were too fucking much sometimes.
"Wah? IDIOT, I'M YOUR FUCKING PARTNER."
"Not anymore."
"FUCKING HELL, PRICK, QUIT FUCKING AROUND!"
Sasuke chuckled.
"Oh fuck, this is fuckin' hilarious; you two can't fuckin' work together for shit!" Suigetsu's laughter was to the point were his eyes were watery and his stomach was clenching from the lack of air. And then he stopped abruptly, "I'm hungry."
"OH!," Naruto sky rocketed to his feet, "LET'S GO MAKE RAMEN!"
Suigetsu tackled him to the bed, "Fuck you and your ramen, Dead-Last!" And he caught his head in a headlock. Naruto's leg-thrashing, though, managed to get Kiba in the shoulder, causing the other male to growl and turn around and jump on the two wrestling teens.
"You little shit-heads!" He said as he smacked Suigetsu across the head and stuffed Naruto's face on the mattress.
Sasuke sighed, blinked and stood from the bed before he was caught in the brawl. He took the last few swigs of his beer-can... Just to end up choking on it when someone kicked him in the back. He coughed and sputtered, forcing the beer down his throat and then growled, turning around to glare menacingly at the other three.
They grinned innocently, pointing at each other; Suigetsu pointed at Kiba, Kiba pointed at Naruto and Naruto pointed at Suigetsu.
And then they blinked, looked at each other and then back at the glaring Sasuke. They smirked, shrugged and jumped off the bed.
"GET HIM!"
Next thing Sasuke knew, he was on the floor, having to block kicks and punches and hits. And throw kicks and punches back, of course.
An hour and a half or so later, the four now-bruised boys left Naruto's house (Suigetsu was wincing a little more then the others... that bitch [read: Karin] was not a gentle girl in any stretch of the imagination). They had fought for a half hour, gotten bored, and then gone downstairs.
Kushina, being Kushina, had huffed and fussed and forced food down all their throats before allowing them to leave her presence.
"Which car are we taking?" Kiba asked boredly. If he wasn't driving, he better damn well have shot-gun. He really couldn't stand the Dead-Last's taste in music - it was usually bloody well the most damn annoying thing he had ever heard in his life. Kiba just couldn't stand LMFAO - it was so fucking degrading. If he had to listen to another second of 'Yes!', he was going to go apeshit, and destroy whichever set of stereo's it was coming out of.
"Eh, I don't really care..." Suigetsu shrugged, and Kiba raised an eyebrow.
Damn, it must have been fucking good sex, to get Suigetsu to not care which care they were taking - Suigetsu normally couldn't stand the way Sasuke drove.
"Let's drive my car!" Naruto proclaimed, already making his way towards his blue Mustang.
"Fuck no," Sasuke sneered, already following, "If we're taking your car, you better not put that fucking loud as shit or I'm slitting your throat." He snatched the keys out of Naruto's hands and threw the can at Kiba. "Let the Mutt drive."
"BUT-"
"Ah, put a sock in it," Suigetsu said in a drawl, pushing Naruto forwards. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and brought up the rear of their foursome. His amethyst eyes portrayed all the boredom he was feeling and they better fucking find something good to do or he was going to kick someone's ass.
Kiba had his wolfish grin on as he opened the driver's door, doubling the seat over and to get Naruto to sit on the back seats.
"FUCK NO. I GET SHOTGUN!"
"Too late," Sasuke said with a smirk, opening the passenger's door and taking his seat.
"FUCKING BASTARD I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
Suigetsu rolled his eyes, "Sit your ass down, dipshit!"
The two took their seats on the back; Kiba fixed the seat and got in after them, started the car and put on good music - ones that did not say "SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS" all the time. Or talked about sandwiches in the most disgusting ways... He rolled his eyes and began to drive.
"Fucking bastards," Naruto growled.
"I'm gonna fuck you up again, Dead-Last!" Suigetsu sneered.
"Will you both shut the fuck up?" Sasuke snarled.
Kiba decided he wanted them all dead.
Yes. He definitely wanted them all dead. Naruto was still screaming obscenities in the back, Suigetsu was still violently trying to silence him, and Sasuke was still fiddling angrily with the radio dial.
Kiba sat back in the driver's seat, and gunned the engine. Could they go, already? "Where are we headed, losers?"
Sasuke answered him by rubbing his temples. "Somewhere we can shut the Dobe up, fuck."
"Boardwalk, then, in front of the mall?"
"Fine, whatever, I don't give a shit."
Kiba smirked. "You're such a fuck, Sasuke. Just kill the dude, already, and you'll have nothing to worry about."
Naruto, from the back, could only yell "I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL."
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"OH MY GOD. LOOK AT THOSE PRETTY JEANS!"
Ino was in paradise. There was no doubt about this; the mall was her best friend. It's like, she was the princess and this here gorgeous creation of mankind was her castle. She flailed. Quite literally flailed towards the shop, giggling like a complete maniac.
Oh, they had her size! Oh, they'd fit amazingly! Oh, her legs were going to look killer! Oh, oh, oh!
"OH MY GOD. LOOK AT THAT SHIRT! IT'LL GO AMAZINGLY WITH THESE JEANS!"
"Calm your horses down, Pig."
Sakura's words went through deaf ears - Ino was in paradise.
Karin stood between three of her best friends, and chuckled. Sakura was huffing at Ino's behavior, Ino was being her flaily self, and Hinata was... well, Hinata was giggling softly, and giving them all a Look that screamed "YOU ALL ARE IDIOTS, BUT I LOVE YOU DEEPLY."
Or at least, that's what Karin thought it said. Even if it didn't, it didn't really matter, right then.
"Sakura, why do you even try with her? She's ridiculous!" Karin told the other girl.
A glare pinched Sakura's face, and Karin could only laugh some more - Sakura looked like an angry fairy when she got mad. She huffed again, and Karin could only laugh and laugh.
"OI," Ino screeched back at them "C'MON, LET'S GO!"
Ah, how the mighty have fallen, Karin thought, and followed after Ino. It was a very nice store, and it did have very nice clothes, and oh, that dress was just totally pretty...
Hinata and Sakura sighed in unison and Karin joined Ino in the world of Shopping Paradise. They weren't going to be able to pull them out for a long, long, long, time.
Ino froze and she ogled.
"OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THOSE HEELS. LOOK AT THEM. I WANT THEM! I WANT THEM NAOW!"
She grabbed Karin by the arm and literally dragged the girl into the shoe shop. And then she started flailing all the more; this was better than Movie Friday! And what was best? She had her dad's credit card and she was going to shop till she quite literally dropped - or one of the other girls did because Ino was on a frapuccino high and she had The Power.
"I'd like these in purple - like the displays?"
And when the attendant left to find her her heels, Ino squealed.
"I'll look drop dead gorgeous in those!"
Karin grunted, "Aiyaa."
"NO. FLAIL WITH ME, KARIN. FLAIL." She turned to the red head and smirked evilly, "Orrrr, you can tell me about your latest lay. Is he hot? Is he good? Is he hot?"
Karin smiled, lazy and slow, and practically felt the screech that came out of Ino. "Didn't you read my text? Hate sex. Yummy. Very, very yummy. Kurenai is going to have a bitch fit! Seriously, he did things to my body that I didn't even think were possible."
Ino, Hinata, and Sakura all stared at her. Ino was the one to scream "DETAILS, WOMAN, GIVE ME DETAILS!"
"We fucked on the island in my kitchen, amid the remnants of the Devil's Food Cake cake we were attempting to bake. We managed to save it, didn't set the house on fire, made another cake -Angel's Food, that time, and then jumped each other again. Somehow we made it up the stairs, and then we fucked standing up in the shower, with my leg over his shoulder. Then we almost fucked a third time in my front hall. And then I got to watch the elusive male walk of shame. It was amazing."
Karin watched their reactions with something between scientific fascination, and utter amusement. "True to their natures" did not even begin to cover how predictable her friends were, Karin thought. Ino flailed, and started asking questions at top speed; Hinata turned a lovely, brand-new shade of red that had not previously existed; and Sakura...
Sakura could only half-gape, and say "...Have you talked to a doctor recently? Actually, scratch that, have you talked to a psychologist? You are freakin' sex-obsessed!"
Karin smirked. "It was damn nice to let go of all that tension, ladies. Like, I don't even like him - he's just another booty call. And I can show you the bruises, if you want to see them."
That lucky bitch. Ino couldn't think of anything else - because that bitch was lucky as hell.
She really did not want to think about the last time she got some because you know what? That douche was now a player of her own team - what did that say to a girl? What? It sucked! Sucked complete and major monkey balls. So Ino was damn right jealous at the moment and it was damn right justified.
"Well... what did he look like? I bet he musta been hot." A dreamy look took over her face and then she blinked. "You don't like him? You don't like him? Karin, the guy must be a fuckin' Sex God, quite literally might I add, and you don't like him? Something's wrong with your brain. He must have banged you too hard."
By now, Hinata was as red as a cherry, looking as if she was going to faint at any minute. Sakura, though, stared at her two friends with a look that clearly said 'I-can't-believe-I-know-you-two'.
Ino smirked, "Well, if he's just another booty call... maybe we can share. Buddha knows I need-"
"Yeah, right, Pig!" Sakura called out with a smirk, "Knowing how things with that Kiba-guy are going you wouldn't even consider banging another guy!"
Ino pouted and opened her mouth to snap back but...
"Why don't you just get him to bang you and back off of my booty call," Karin asked with a shrug and a deadpan look, watching as the attendant returned with Ino's shoes.
"I'm ignoring this abuse," Ino huffed.
Karin's deadpan look turned mischievous, and she plucked the purple shoes out of Ino's grip. "Oh, these are pretty!"
"BITCH, GIVE THOSE BACK! MINE, MIIIINE!"
"HA!" Karin yelled right back. "THIS is like sharing booty calls! JUST NOT DONE!"
"Okay, okay! Just give 'em back! They're TOO PRETTY, KARIN, THIS IS NOT FAAAIR!"
Without further ado, Karin tossed the pretty purple shoes back to Ino. Said girl caught them in midair, hugged them to her chest, and sent Karin a glare worthy of any Queen Bee Bitch. Stealing shoes was sacrilege to Ino - and Karin knew that.
"So, Ino, what did we learn today?" Sakura asked conversationally. It was at the point where she just let her friends squabble; Hinata was right, it was way easier to just let them fight it out.
Ino clutched the shoes closer. "I learned that these shoes ARE GORGEOUS, AND THAT I MUST HAVE THEM. And that I also don't understand how your brain works, Karin, because I don't understand how you can not like someone who fucked you so hard."
Karin rolled her eyes. Ino had such a one-track mind. Shoes, and who fucked who. Jeez. "The reason I don't like him is because... I don't know, I just don't. He grates me the wrong way, and half the time I want to strangle him. Or kick him. Or jump him. Yeah."
"YOU SO WANT HIM!"
Karin rolled her eyes a second time. "No, Ino, I want his body. Because that was yummy. Personality-wise, I wouldn't go near him with a ten-foot pole. That's how annoying he is!"
Ino narrowed her eyes as she untied her turquoise converses, slid them off and slid her socks off. "What, was he, like, a total jerk? Was he not gentle? Not even once? A bit? Nothing?"
She slid the purple pumps and stood and for the hell of it and for the laughs, began to walk like a model on the runway. She placed a hand on her hips, the other one resting at her side and began to walk; left in front of right, right in front of left, repeat.
"How do they look?"
The other girls stared; Ino was so beautiful. And this was her not trying - Blink 182 t-shirt, dark skinnies and turquoise converses. She looked good in anything she wore, be it sweats and a tank-top or her gorgeous outfits.
"You look great," Hinata said with a shy smile.
Ino grinned and took her seat, sliding the pumps off and replacing them with socks and converses. Those babies along with the skin-tight-ripped skinnies and that pretty violet blouse she just bought? She was going to look killer. She was going to make jaws drop. Ino giggled.
"I'm in the mood for some of Luffy's mozzarella sticks!" She called out as she went to go pay for her new babies.
"Luffy's sounds good. And... Ino~, he just rubs me the wrong way!" Karin stated.
It wasn't until three and a half seconds later that she realized what she'd said, and already, Ino was hollering. "OH, I'M SURE HE DIDN'T RUB YOU THE WRONG WAY, CANDII! OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN RAVING ABOUT HIS ABILI- EEP!"
Karin turned bright red -it clashed magnificently and/or spectacularly with her hair- and sprinted after Ino, quite intent on tackling her gorgeous-model friend (yeah, every girl has one of these - they're so gorgeous, you want to hate them, but they're so nice, that you just can't) to the ground. "Bitch, please, don't you start with me!"
Sakura giggled out "Karin, you totally walked into that one. Don't blame Piggy for saying things like that out loud. She can't help herself!"
The four girls left the shop - Karin and Ino were still screeching at each other, and Sakura could see that Hinata was twitching. Uh-oh. That was never a good sign.
"Would you two shut the fuck up?" Hinata practically screamed, and Ino and Karin froze. Oh dear. Angry Hinata. They both cringed.
She was standing behind them, her hands on her hips, steaming mad. "You two are giving me a headache, and if you don't shut up, there is going to be blood! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Both girls nodded meekly, and Hinata huffed, before calming down, and returning to her normal self, psycho, bi-polar bitch that she was.
And all Sakura could do was giggle behind a hand placed over her mouth.
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"Hyuuga, I want ice-cream."
Tenten crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned to him, a pout on her lips. She was in the mood for a nice, big, dose of cookie-dough vanilla ice-cream. Ooh, with hot-syrup on top. Oh! And caramel. Ooh... That sounded... so damn delicious.
See, Tenten loved ice-cream. Ice-cream was her best friend - forget what Karin proclaimed... she was delusional anyway. Ice-cream... It was not comfort food. It was food. And Tenten loved food. Okay, yes, she ate like a complete fat ass but, hey, at least she maintained her 112 pounds physique! That's what jogging, sparring, swimming and volleyball did for ya!
...And that son-of-a-shit-muffin was ignoring her.
She didn't like that. Not one bit.
She pulled at his shirt's sleeve. "Hyuuga! Don't pretend as if I have not spoken! You know I hate that! I want ice-creammmm!"
"I don't care."
Neji wondered when he was going to understand that speaking against Tenten's wishes got him into deep, deep, deep shit.
She was quiet and that was not good. Tenten's silence was not golden - it was a sign. A sign that someone was about to die. A slow and painful death.
"I... Want... Ice-cream. That's all I want," she was speaking softly through gritted teeth, lips barely moving, "that's not so much of a request, is it? Ice-cream? Just a cone or two? That's all I want. A cone of ice-cream - WHY DO YOU DENY ME THIS YOU FRICKEN LOAD OF CRAPTASTIC MALE!"
He flinched and opened his mouth to speak but Tenten was going on a rant; arms waving around in the air, legs stomping on the ground, tanned cheeks turning rosy, doe-like-eyes narrowing - the whole package.
"Will you shut up?"
"Did you just-"
"We'll go get the damn ice-cream... just shut up." And he began to lead her to the small ice-cream shop on sixth and market.
Tenten did not move from her spot.
Neji sighed dejectedly. "Now what," he asked as he turned to look at her from over his shoulders.
"I don't want that ice-cream! I want the one from the Boardwalk!"
"That's hella far."
"But...But... I want it..."
Before she could go on another rant filled with much colorful words and very... poetic movements, Neji turned back around and headed towards the general direction of the Boardwalk. "Okay, okay. We don't need another episode."
Tenten grinned triumphantly and walked next to him, a skip in her stride.
"Wasn't it worth it - walking down over here? This ice-cream is dee-liii-cious!" She licked at the frozen dairy, growing excited when a clunk of cookie-dough was caught. Gah, she loved ice-cream. So much.
She blinked and noticed that... Neji didn't get any for himself. This had to be fixed. "Here, have some."
"I don't want any."
Tenten wouldn't have it. Ice-cream was like... like... sleep! It was needed! "Have... Some."
"I said I don't want any."
"I don't care! Have some, it's good! Ice-cream is good for the soul!"
"No."
She stopped from their trek back up the Boardwalk, her lips pursed. Neji stopped as well and stared at her, hands inside his slacks' pockets, hair dancing with the wind. He rose an eyebrow and that's all that he had time to do before...
...Tenten stuffed ice-cream into his mouth.
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Kiba turned Naruto's gaudy orange steering wheel (the thing was generally the embodiment of Naruto's personality - a horrible, bright orange, made of faux fur, with black tiger-fur-stripes all across it), and they went up the boardwalk.
It was still fall, still too cold to be out - the beach was empty, even as the sun was setting red across the ocean. It was a quiet night. How boring - the open-air mall was already emptying out. Kiba concentrated on the road - Naruto would kill him on the spot if something happened to the blue Mustang that was his baby.
But Kiba treasured cars like this too much to want to actually hurt it.
But he slammed on the brakes when he caught a flash of a guy who happened to look waaaaay too much like Neji - but only covered in ice cream.
Kiba nearly pissed his pants laughing. When Naruto blankly looked where Kiba was pointing - his arm was shaking. The whole car erupted into laughter; Naruto was not a quiet force by any stretch of the imagination.
Neji, outside the window, saw his friends.
He proceeded to resign himself to a life of never-ending humiliation.
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Extra thoughts from us:
Saraa: i may very well be drinking was is the world's most epic café - thank you, god, for peppermint schnapps (HAHA BEING EIGHTEEN IN CANADA = WIN) it also turns out that my anal side that does the obsessive compulsive cataloguing really does not like sonya's slowness. ASGJHJKL.
les: fuck yeah. THIS is why it's rated M. *grins* AND OMFG. GUY BONDING TIME EQUALS A HAPPY LES.
sonya: i had nothing to do with this chapter, obviously. The Innocent One of AIW had more... positive, not-sexed-up things to do. . even so, les & sara pulled out all of the stops & i hope you were all blown away. ;)