"So… how long do you think we'll be here for?" Tenten asked. "Not long, the kidnappers didn't do a very god job of keeping the kidnapping secret did they? They're probably new at this whole thing," Katara sighed. "I guess… they're probably very unintelligent too," Tenten giggled. "Ahaha and over weight," Katara added. "And ugly," Tenten said. Katara and Tenten laughed, picturing the men they had just created.
"Who are you talking about?" Soma asked, joining them. "Gaara," Katara said. "HEY!" Soma snapped. "She's just joking… we were talking about the kidnappers," Tenten said, not wanting a fight to break out. Soma huffed, "whatever… it's… it's not like… I'm ever going… to see him again… anyways," she said, sadly.
Katara felt a twinge of guilt as she watched the sorrow wash over Soma's face. "Soma… you don't know that… I'm… pretty sure you'll at least see him again," Katara said, trying to be comforting. "Psh… yeah right, he probably thinks I'm a freak," she said.
Katara was about to say something else when Troah's frantic yell interrupted her. "BANDITS! KATARA! SOMA! TENTEN! THE KIDNAPPERS ARE BACK!" Katara jumped up, running as quickly as she could out of the water. Not having time to put anything else on, she tied a towel around her body and a kunai at hand. Tenten also jumped up and was about to join Katara, but Soma signalled her to sit down again. As if saying that she new there were no bandits.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rock Lee asked, giving Troah an odd look as they sat in the baths. "Getting back at Katara for stuffing a rock in my mouth," Troah said. "Uh-huh… and this would have nothing to do with her teasing Soma at all," Neji said, rolling his eyes slightly. "Why are you even involved?" Neji asked. "Well… uh…" Troah said, blushing. "Geez… you're not even dating and she's got you whipped," Rock Lee commented. "Shut up," Troah growled.
Neji rose up from the water. "Where are you going?" Troah asked. "I'm going to save my girlfriend from ultimate humiliation, what do you think?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. Troah sighed, "whatever," he remarked. Neji quickly got dressed and walked out.
'Oh my God Soma… I'm going to kill you…' Katara thought as she stood in front of a crowd of people with nothing but a towel on.
Soma and Tenten walked out of the girl's baths, fully dressed, just as the guys walked out of their baths. 'Shit too late,' Neji thought, beginning to walk towards Katara. "Man… I never noticed before…but Katara's hot!" Rock Lee exclaimed. Neji turned back to him, "excuse me?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "What? I'm just saying…" that was as far as he got before Neji punched him.
"Yeah… every girl is probably hot when she's half naked. But of course, I have dear Troah to thank for that, now don't I?" Katara said, giving him the same icy glare that Soma was so use to. "Hey, wasn't my fault! It was Soma's idea!" Troah said, holding his hands up in his own defence, "don't hurt me." "I should've known that you'd be behind it as well," Katara said, roundning on Soma, "and after what I said to you in the baths." "I know… I actually feel… really bad now… but I didn't appreciate your teasing me," Soma said, trying to fix what she had done.
"Soma… carefully about this… what is worse, being humiliated in front of an entire village… or being teased privately?" Katara asked. "Well… uh…" Soma began. "It's not that hard!" Katara snapped. "Being humiliated…" Soma admitted. "Exactly," Katara confirmed, "see if I ever be nice about your feelings for Gaara again."
"Who likes Gaara?" Naruto's voice asked. "AHHH! Naruto what are you doing here?" Katara both screamed and asked at the same time, while darting behind Soma. "I came to get Rock Lee and Tenten, the Hokage thinks he sent to many people and would like them to come back for a different mission," Naruto said, "wow Katara, you look…" "Don't you dare," Neji growled. "Uh… never mind," Naruto said.
"Well… I'm going to bed… now… uh see ya," Soma said, darting away from the bath house. "SOMA! GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!" Katara yelled at her retreating back.
