I looked back to my other chapters. I know they are spelling errors...sorry...
Naruto's birthday party is next :)
I am Hinata Hyuuga
As a Maid: Part Four
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Gaara is sixteen years old
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Tuesday
There was a letter in the mail to Naruto's birthday party, October 10th. Today. The last words jumped out at me.
And bring a date, too ;)
Naruto!!
I didn't think I would go. Besides, I had better things to do.
I decided to go to Sasuke today. I wanted to.
I ripped off the stickers. The cut still looked nasty. It stung horribly. I'd guess that the stickers didn't help in healing it.
Same old disguise, but this time I didn't use any lipstick. I hated it...plus it looked bad on me. Hah.
It was six o'clock when I walked out the house. In my mind I composed how I'd act. Ruka didn't know about Sakura...Ruka didn't know where her cell phone was..
The door opened slowly.
"Hey," he said casually.
"Hi.
"I'm sorry about that time."
"It's okay." I wondered if he actually believe me.
"I'm going to a party," said Sasuke. "I won't be needing you."
"Oh." I blinked. I'd gotten the same letter, but...
"It's my friend...his birthday party."
Stupid, stupid! I lectured myself. You knew, you just had to come, didn't you? I honestly didn't know whether to return home, be Hinata, and got to the party, or beg Sasuke to take me as Ruka.
I wanted to go...
"Do you have a ride home?"
"N-no..."
He sighed audibly. "I'll drive you to - "
"No!" I spoke out hastily. "Can I go to the party?"
He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Why would you go to a party if you don't even know anyone there?"
Oh, but I did.
"I - can I go...?"
The letter had said it was best to bring a date, so...
"...as a date?"
Sasuke stopped, eyed me strangely. "You don't cross me as my type. Besides, you're in..."
"A short dress? It's okay! I don't mind."
"I don't know." He was being hesitant. He grabbed th coat and started out the door.
"Please?" I pressed. I didn't want to take no for an answer. "I'll be your date," I repeated.
He stared at me. "…"
"Please?"
"It – it doesn't matter," he started. "I don't care. Do as you wish."
"Th-thank you!" Luckily he didn't notice my stammer. In my mind his words played over and over again like a broken recorder. You don't cross me as my type. You don't cross me as my type.
You don't cross me as my type...
I got into his car. He drove silently, quickly, his brow tense.
When we arrived at a comfortable three-story house with a beautiful red garden, Sasuke didn't even bother waiting for me.
I really hadn't expected anything more, though…
"Sasuke!" yelled Naruto excitedly. "Thanks for coming!" Then he saw me. His enthusiasm overflowed. "Look! You brought a daaate!! Who's the lucky giiiiirl??"
I was embarrassed but tried not to show it. "I'm, Ruka Soneva," I said quietly, trying to laugh it away.
"Are you close to Sasuke? I mean…" His eyes glittered knowingly. "Are you…?"
Sasuke of course, chose not to answer. Damn. I took a small breath, smiling falsely. "He and I are thisclose," I answered, grinning.
Sasuke shot me a death glare before entering. If you want to play that way, his eyes seemed to hiss, I've had plenty of experience also.
Naruto was completely oblivious. "Sakura-san, Kiba, Temari, Chiyo…" He rattled on a list of name. Kami, he was popular! "Kiba…Shino…Gaara, they're all here," he finished, beaming.
We entered a large room with dozens of colorful banners. It was very, very dark save for the disco light.
"…Hell," muttered Sasuke. He seemed to shrink back, to my surprise.
"Everyone's here!" Naruto announced. The girls laughed and applauded. "We're playing a little game…"
It was called Truth or Dare. Rules, everyone already knew.
I hate this, I contemplated, shrugging off my jacket, and sitting down.
Sakura sat on the other side of me. When she saw I was sitting next to her beloved Sasuke she guh-lared. She mouthed something rude to me but I deliberately averted my gaze from hers.
"First up…" A happy-go-lucky Naruto spun a beer bottle.
"Kiba!" He spun it a second time. It rocketed off to a few giggling girls. It pointed straight at Temari.
"Temari gets to choose what to ask or make you do," he said to Kiba, who cursed.
Temari asked,"Truth or dare?"
"Truth…"
Her eyes widened and she frowned. "How much do you weigh?" This evoked a loud laugh.
"…One hundred…I think. I was last weighed seven years ago." He wore a visible smirk.
Kiba grabbed the bottle and spun it. It landed on Sakura. She laughed. The second time was…Sasuke.
I blinked, my mouth dry.
He asked calmly, "Truth or dare?"
She fluttered her eyelashes, smiling seductively. She truly was beautiful compared to me. Jealousy…
"Dare, Sasuke…"
"Hm…I dare you to…"
I watched him. He seemed to be enjoying himself…"Say 'hi.'"
Sakura's eyes widened in fury. "What?!" she spat.
"Do it."
"Hi!" she snapped.
She got up and twirled the bottle slowly. It landed on Shino. And then Naruto.
"Truth."
"Hmm! This isn't fun!" scowled Naruto. "Do you like any girls in here?"
"…No."
A few guys snickered rudely.
Naruto's scowl deepened. I felt a flash of sympathy for him. It was his birthday, after all…
I would do a dare simply to make him feel better.
A few more rounds came up with everyone doing truths – apparently Chiyo loved bacon, Rock Lee worked out for twenty hours a week, Chouji was on a grapefruit diet, Shikamaru needed five hours to do his hair properly for the desired effect.
At every turn Naruto was unimpressed.
Several more turns came by and by. Everyone seemed to deflate, their enthusiasm slowing down.
And then it landed on me.
Naruto spun it. It landed on Gaara.
"Truth or dare?" he inquired, expecting truth…
"Dare!"
Gaara eyed me carefully. The gears in his head seemed to be turning. "…Hug every…guy…in this room."
"What?!" It was Sakura, her eyes blazing in fury. "That's – "
"Do it."
I lurched up. I couldn't believe this!
I was extremely aware of the shortness of my skirt. I felt coldness and I hated the stares.
Kiba was first. To my surprise, he shot me a look of sympathy before hugging me quickly. I smiled in gratefulness.
Then Chouji. I had to crush a bag of his chips to hug him.
And then Kankuro. His hug was wiry and powerful. I felt myself beginning to blush…
Shikamaru. He didn't want to hug me but he sighed. "How troublesome," he muttered, looking across the room at Temari. I felt a pang of betrayal.
After mostly all the guys – by this time I felt like a total slut. Bigger than Sakura. I hated it.
It was Gaara who was next. I gave him the no-nonsense quick, letting go type of hug when I felt myself being pulled in his arms.
"She's my girl," he announced, his mouth twisting. "You see her? She' mine. No one else's."
This was received by dozens of catcalls and whistles. My cheeks burned and I pushed him away, half-crawling to my old spot.
"You haven't – wait, Ruka," called Naruto, "You missed Sasuke."
I looked up to meet his usual shadowy gaze. I felt cold, and then a burning sensation that prickled up my arms. He was so close.
And I was supposed to hug him.
And then there was a flicker of pity in his eyes, He understood…
I reached up and wrapped my arms around him.
After a nanosecond he stiffened and pulled away.
I don't know what happened, but I didn't want to let go. I don't know why…I just wanted him close…
He saw it at a different light. "So you want to play that way!" He muttered under his breath. "I've dealt with whores like you
Roughly he pushed me away. I felt coldness hit my chest.
Rejected, flashed huge red letters on my eyelids. I blinked.
And the party went on.
Across from me, Sakura was broadly smirking.
After another two rounds of Truth and Dare Naruto was livened up again and he jumped around. He turned off the remaining lights and opened the curtains slightly. The glossy wood floor shone.
It was a dance...
Everyone laughed and joked around, choosing partners.
I didn't want to dance...I just wanted to go home. I was shivering and had my dignity down to the size of a mole.
Sasuke denied all offers. Finally, waiting it out, everyone else having a date, he turned to me. "Do you want to...?"
There was a jolt in my chest. Happiness flooded my senses. I wanted to dance with him so badly.
And then I remembered...
"You don't cross me as my type...You don't cross me as my type..."
You don't cross me as my type...
"N-no," I whispered. I shook my head vainly, trying to erase the memories. "I want to dance, but..."
"But what?" There was no light reflecting in his eyes. I wanted to be close to him. I'd never felt this...
I licked my lips and bit my tongue. I clenched and unclenched my fists. My teeth were chattering.
"But what, Ruka?" he asked, slightly louder, over the loud blare of the music.
I took a few steps back.
You don't cross me as my type...
"Nnnno," I mumbled. "I - I'm not Ruka...I'm not..." My voice was shaking. The words came out blurred. "I don't want to dance...please, I don't want to be here!" My voice rose to a wail. A few onlookers stared over at us.
Sasuke's mouth tightened. He moved away from me. "Fine," he said tensely.
He moved away and was swallowed up by the crowd.
Later I saw him with a girl...a girl with pink hair...
Sasuke...I've been alone all alone...I don't know how to...speak up...
I'm sorry...Sasuke...Sasuke...
Edit 3/23/08.
