A Night To Remember
Hi! TY for all your reviews on the first chappie! 8tear8 I so happy! I really enjoyed writin this, believe me... twas fun! Also, beware, in later chappies, there is some definate lemon/fluff stuff, so if you're like, ten or something, go no further then this chappie, sowwy! Thank you to my beta reader, KageNoKatana, for letting em use her character Rynn in this chappie! .
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, blah blah blah...
Pairings: If you don't like the ShikaTem pairing, don't send me a flamer about it, cuz then I'll just get annoyed, ok, cuz they're gonna be in this alot. Don't send me flamers about any of the pairings, ok, cuz I happen to be really proud of them.
Chapter Two: Who are you?
The three girls continued to stare at the newcomer, eyes wide. No one else seemed to have noticed him, as he had not said anything when he entered the room. He looked around, as if looking for whomever he had come there with.
"He's looking over here," Kyu said under her breath as his black eyes rested on them.
"He's coming over here!" Sakura squeaked, hiding behind Ino.
"Say something!" Ino hissed, hiding behind Kyu, who looked as if she were about to faint.
"Um ... Hi," the boy said, just loud enough to be heard over the speakers. "Am I at the right place?" He produced a frilly pink invitation.
Kyu nodded mutely, her lips pursed, her eyes wide.
"Um..." The guy stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around again. "Why isn't anyone dancing?"
"Everyone's too shy," Sakura said at once, peeking out from behind Ino, who peeked out from Kyu's other side. "No one likes to be the first one on the dance floor."
"Oh." The guy chewed his lip, as if thinking something over. Turning back to Kyu, he asked, with a small smile (interesting, as his mouth was sort of big), "Do you want to dance?"
Kyu gulped and nodded. Turning back to Ino and Sakura, she hissed, "I'm not going out there alone! Come on!" and grabbed their wrists, pulling them to where the brown haired guy was waiting in the middle of the floor. Slowly, as the tempo of the music picked up, the four of them started to get into the music, dancing together is a sort of circle. Slowly, people began to join them, some in pairs, others coming with groups of friends. Ino and Sakura turned and started dancing with Sasuke, who for some reason allowed it, and Kyu and the brown-haired guy started dancing alone, though neither minded it now that they were "shielded" so to speak. Kyu threw her arms into the air, her whole body moving in time with the rhythm of the song, the guy's hands on her hips as he followed her movement, a soft hand creeping up her back as he brought her down hard on his hips, both of them dancing fast, a wave of black and brown and pale skin as they moved in time with each other, picking up the pace as the tempo increased, though neither stopped.
Suddenly, the song stopped, and the movement came to a halt. Everyone cheered and laughed amongst themselves, some continuing to dance as the songs continued, others, like Kyu and the brown-haired guy, went to sit at the bar and get some drinks.
"That was fun," Kyu said, after ordering a Pepsi. "Where'd you learn to dance like that?"
"I have this CD at home," he said, shrugging and ordering a Coke. "I just sort of practiced in my room."
She laughed a little; Kyu laughed at everything, and, more often then not, she laughed at nothing. "I'm guessing you have a lock on your door, then?"
"Five," he corrected. "My sister likes to barge in on me a lot, so I got a combination lock, a couple key locks, and a voice-activated one." He glanced around the room again. "She's supposed to be here with my brother, but I haven't seen her."
"What's she look like?" Kyu turned around on her stool, Pepsi in hand and scanned the crowd.
"Blond hair, dark green eyes, a little shorter then me. My brother's got red hair and sort of pale green eyes; he's really short."
"Ok." Kyu scanned the room. "Is that your brother?" She pointed to a tall- ish dark-haired boy.
"Nah. His hair is a lot brighter red."
"Kankurou."
"Huh?" The brown-haired boy turned around. "H-hey, Gaara."
Kyu turned, as well. A short, red-haired boy with a tattoo on his forehead stood next to Kankurou between the seats, his arms crossed, looking huffy. Not exactly a people person, she decided. Pause. "You're Kankurou?"
"Yep." Kankurou turned and picked up his Coke. (Congrats to whoever guessed it was him! .)
"Ino-chan said you wore a dorky hood and war-paint." Kyu cocked her head to one side. "You seem to have forgotten that."
Kankurou, who had choked on his drink at the mention of his former outfit, wiped his mouth and shook his head. "No, Temari said I couldn't come within fifty feet of this place if I was wearing that stuff." He paused, and turned to Gaara. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"
Gaara glared at him in that cute, special way he had. "Because I can."
"How did you get in my room?"
"You leave your door open when you're not in there."
While Kankurou thought this over, Gaara said, almost annoyed, "What were you doing over there? It looked like you were having a seizure."
"It's called dancing," Kyu said putting her glass down. "It's really fun, actually."
Kankurou, in his head, did a sort of Lee-pose where he clasped his before him and fire burned in his eyes (This was Inner-Kankurou, only, of course.) A girl had said dancing with him was fun! A GIRL! He could proceed to die happy.
"It looks completely pointless," Gaara said coldly, sitting down on the edge of the stool next to Kankurou. "Temari's looking for you, by the way."
"Where is she?" Kankurou asked, looking around again.
"Having a seizure with that Konoha guy towards the middle of the floor," Gaara answered, turning around to order a glass of water. (The less sugar Gaara has, the better. We can't have a hyperactive killer, now, can we?)
"It's called—"
"Give it up," Kankurou said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. "Come on."
Kyu shrugged and followed him as they danced their way towards Temari and Shikamaru, who were dancing together, looking almost exasperated with each other.
"I tried called you, but the phone was busy," Shikamaru snapped. "Who were you calling? Your date?"
"I was trying to call you!" Temari said angrily; although they were in a death-match of words, they didn't seem at all uncomfortable dancing dirty together. How troublesomely confusing.
"Hey, Temari," Kankurou said as he and Kyu reached them and started dancing, as well.
"Who's this, your date?" Shikamaru asked, jutting his thumb at Kankurou, who instantly gagged.
"I don't know who this guy is!" Temari snapped, glaring at her brother. "Who are you?"
"Jeez," Kankurou mumbled, running his hands up Kyu's sides as she danced against him. "You ask me to wear something different, and here, you don't recognize me? This hurts, Temari."
Temari stopped dead. "KANKUROU?"
"Kankurou?" Shikamaru stopped as well, looking confused.
"Yeah, so?" Her brother grinned at her as he leaned into Kyu, tracing a line up her leg as she started running her fingers through his short, course hair.
"Wow," Temari said quietly as the song stopped. "So... WHY do you wear that hood?"
"Because I like it," he snapped.
"I don't think you should wear it," Kyu said as the four of them headed back to where Gaara was sitting.
"You've never seen him with it," Temari said, although she secretly agreed.
"No, but I've gotten vivid descriptions from a couple of the younger Nins," Kyu said, ordering another Pepsi.
"Oh..." Kankurou hung his head slightly in despair as another song began and Temari and Shikamaru ran off to dance.
"It's OK, though," Kyu aid reassuringly, patting him on the back, a small sweat drop appearing on the back of her head where he couldn't see it.
Suddenly, they heard a soft voice. "Hey, are you Gaara?"
Kankurou looked up. "ACK! IT'S A FEMALE GAARA!" he yelped jumped back.
The girl standing next to Gaara just gave him a look. Her hair was a dark shade of red, with an occasional black streak, and large, aguamarine eyes. On each of her cheeks was a red streak, letting them know her name before she said it. "NO I'M NOT!" she shouted back. "My name is Inuzuka Rynn!"
"Are you Kiba's sister, then?" Kyu asked, drawing the girl's attention to her now.
"Yes ... How did you know?" Rynn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Your other brother is in my cell," Kyu said plainly.
"Oh ... OH!" Rynn gasped and pointed at Kyu. "I REMEMBER YOU!"
"I'm so glad," Kyu mumbled, sitting down next to Kankurou.
"YEAH!" Rynn turned to Gaara again, who looked like he would like nothing more then to just disappear. "Do you wanna dance?"
"Dance?" Gaara raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "Not. A. Chance. In. Hell."
"Go on, Gaara," Kankurou said, grinning. "Dancing is fun!"
Gaara sighed a long-suffering sigh. "Ok ... fine. I'll go if he goes," he said to Rynn, gutting his thumb at Kankurou.
"OK!" she cried, grinning, and grabbing Gaara's hand, who followed, looking slightly harassed, and yet, anticipating it. (Not very good at hiding emotions, now, is he?)
Kyu stood up, ready to follow them, then frowned slightly when Kankurou didn't follow. "Come on!"
"I can't," he said, before taking a swig of his Coke.
"Why not?" she cried, pushing him lightly in annoyance. "I like this song!"
"I've never practiced for it," he said, his blush actually visible now that he had discarded his paint.
"Well, come on, I'll show you," she said, grabbing his hand. He had just enough time to set his glass down before she had dragged him towards the middle of the dance floor again, where Rynn was hissing instructions to Gaara, who looked completely out of place, even though his gourd was at home. "Put your hands on my waist," Kyu ordered, standing before him and resting her hands on his shoulders. "And follow my movement."
Kankurou did as he was told, putting his hands on the soft curve of her waist as she drew pleasantly close to him, moving back and forth to the music. He felt himself blush slightly as she laid her head on his shoulder, still swaying back and forth to the music (Isn't he a hypocrite? He dances dirty with her, then gets embarrassed when she gets cuddly!). The embarrassed feeling melted slowly as he began to enjoy having her so close to him, and so willingly; usually, he was the one to make moves like this, if he ever got the chance (which he didn't.)
All too soon, the song ended, and Kyu pulled away from him, and grinned at him. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
He shook his head mutely, and followed her back to the bar. Someone had moved their drinks and, looking around, they saw their glasses next to Gaara's elbow from where he sat with his arms crossed, his chin on the space where his forearms crossed, Rynn sitting next to him. When Kankurou asked what he was doing with their drinks, he said he'd saved them from the bartender. (Bless his little possessed self!)
As the night went on, Kankurou and Kyu their time talking amongst themselves at the bar (and sometimes, Kyu asked Gaara a question to which he answered curtly) or got up to dance occasionally. Far too soon for Kankurou's liking, Kyu said goodbye, telling him she had to get up early for a mission she had the next morning. He did an expert job of disguising his deep repulsion for the singularly disgusting fact that she had missions and he didn't, so he would be staying at home with a psychopathic brother while his older sister probably spent all day on a date with that Konoha brat, and Kankurou would have nothing to do except baby-sit said psychopathic brother, while Kyu was probably off doing things of use, and yes, he knew he was mentally babbling, but he was really kind of ticked off that he couldn't at least TRY and spend the day with her, and so he decided he had a right to babble. But then, she might have just said she had a mission because she wanted to appear important. Suddenly, as Kankurou was mentally telling his inner self off for confusing him, Kyu pulled his head down and planted a soft kiss on his lips before smiling at him and sailing away.
"...That was the singular most wonderful nanosecond of my entire existence," Kankurou stammered, starring at the door she had disappeared behind.
"Speak like a human being," Gaara said coldly. "I don't see what's so drastically wonderful about someone mashing their mouth on yours. It sounds unnaturally unhygienic."
Kankurou starred at his brother, wondering whether or not he should asked Gaara why, at fourteen, he still didn't understand kisses, (and what he planned on doing if Rynn kissed him, for that matter) but then decided that confusing Gaara on something "unhygienic" wasn't in his best interest, he just walked away.
(A/N: Second chappie! All done! I thought it was kind of cute. TY TO KageNoKatana for letting me use her character, Rynn! [And for guessing that it was Kankurou, a couple people guessed right, HA!] Next up, you find out why Kankurou hated Gaara so much, and why he and Temari are sort of close!)