A Night To Remember
Hey! Thanks for all the reviews! I thought I'd get attacked by flamers. Guess not. HA! (forgets she asked you not to send flamers) Anyway, so I was reading a couple of fan fics last night, and I was thinking; hardly anyone likes Kankurou-kun but me. I mran, yeah, he has a fan here or there, but still. WHY DO YOU PEOPLE MAKE HIM SUCHA A PERVERTED JERK!? Oh well. (destorys the video cameras showing her laugh her head off at a fic about Kankurou's porno-obsessions.)Ahem. Review!
Chapter Five: Revenge
Kankurou smiled tiredly, rolling over to look at Kyu, who lay next to him on her side, fast asleep. He couldn't blame her; he was pretty tired himself. His smile grew as he ran his hand down her side, remembering everything he had done to that body. He felt a wrench again when he looked at her sweet, full lips; on the lower lip, he saw red cuts from where she had bit herself to keep from crying out. He leaned down and kissed it gently, feeling guilty.
At his touch, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him, moving closer, pressing her lips on his, then snuggling up to him.
"Sorry," he mumbled, his hands resting on her waist as he pulled a blanket to cover her.
"For what?" she asked, smiling and kissing his neck.
"If I hurt you."
She looked up at him, slightly confused. "What are you talking about?"
He touched her lower lip where she had bitten it.
"Oh!" She smiled. "Don't worry about it; it always hurts for girls." She kissed his hand and draped her arm across his chest.
"I'm still sorry," he said quietly, reveling in the feeling of her skin against his.
She shrugged, resting her soft head on his chest, her hot breath tickling him. Smiling in spite of his guilt, he smiled slightly and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning
Kankurou opened one eye, and closed it again; he wondered if last night had been a dream; he felt the bed next to him; it was warm. He opened his eyes, finding the spot vacant. Sitting up, he looked around. Someone had gone to some effort to clean up; all the clothes that he had missed in last night's quick cleaning had been folded and put on the shelves in his closet, or in a small pile next to his door to be washed; the magazines and books he had tossed off the bed had been stacked against the wall. Sitting in the middle of the room and pulling on her sandals was Kyu.
"Going somewhere?" he mumbled, lying back against his pillow.
She turned and smiled at him. "I have some stuff I need to take care of," she said, standing up and straightening her black shirt. Crossing the room to his bed, she leaned down and gave him a soft peck on the cheek and was about to stand up again when he pulled her down by the arm, kissing her passionately.
"Where are you going?" he asked as she lingered there for a minute or two.
"Home, first, to change my clothes," she said, sitting back on her heels. "Then I'm meeting a friend. I'll be back."
"Promise?" (You screw once, it takes over your mind, I tell you!)
"Promise," she said, holding out her little finger for a pinky-swear.
He grinned, wrapping his little finger around hers. Giving him another kiss on the cheek, she stood up and swept out of the room. Kankurou sighed and rolled over, going back to sleep.
A couple minutes later, Yamanako Flower shop
Ino sighed heavily, leaning on the counter of her parents' flower shop. Once again, her mother had left her in charge of the shop while she was out; this boredom was one of the reasons Ino had decided to become a ninja ... But somehow, her mother always managed to pull her back in.
At the ring of the small bell over the door, she said mechanically, "Welcome to Yamanako's flower shop, may I interest you in some—Oh, hi, Kyu."
"Hello, Ino," the black-haired girl said in a casual voice.
"What's up?"
"I was about to ask you that," Kyu said with a small smile. "I had a really weird talk with Kankurou-kun last night."
"Really?" Ino said carelessly. "About what?"
"Well, he might have been delusional, but he was dead set on the idea that you used ninjustu to turn into me and tried to turn him against me." Kyu smiled carelessly, as if this were totally normal.
"... Oh." Ino felt nervousness creep over her.
Kyu, in an almost inhuman speed, stood before the counter and smacked her hands down on the counter, her face inches from Ino. "Let me make one thing very clear, Yamanako Ino. If you even try and come between us again, I'll kill you!"
Ino faltered. "What are you talking about?"
"I think you know what I'm talking about," Kyu said coldly, her cheeks flushed with rage. "You bitch!"
"I'm a bitch?" Ino cried. "You didn't even know he existed until I invited him to the party!"
"Oh, right, the party for the guy you were supposedly obsessed with, and yet, dropped as soon as a prettier guy came along!" Kyu shouted back. (A/N: Inner-Sand-Nin-Gurl: HELL YEAH! GO KYU! punchs air)
"I thought we were friends!" Ino shouted. "We made a pact never to go for the same guy!"
"Which is why I never went after Sasuke!" Before Ino could counter that, however, Kyu said, in a cold voice, "And you're no friend of mine," then swept out of the flower shop, leaving a former best friend in a cold fury.
Later
Temari smiled at Kyu when she came back. "He's still upstairs."
"OK, thanks." Kyu went to the foot of the stairs, then paused, and turned to Temari, who was watching TV. "Hey, Temari?"
"Yep?" Temari turned the TV volume down.
"Have you ever told Shikamaru you loved him?"
Temari turned around bodily on the couch. "You screwed him and you didn't tell him you loved him somewhere in the middle of it like any normal female organism?"
"Um ... no." Kyu blushed slightly.
"Aw, that's so..." Temari paused. "Humanely wrong!" she finished, after thinking it over.
"So have you ever told him you loved him?"
"Who? My brother or my sex slave?" Temari looked completely unconcerned by this last question.
"Your sex slave." (Kyu wasn't too concerned either.)
"Yep. A couple of times."
"How did you tell him the first time?" Kyu sat down on the back of the sofa, and fell backwards, so she was sitting it in reverse.
"Um ... Actually, I was sort of trying to get him to screw me, so I told him I loved him and he got excited," Temari said, thoughtfully. "But you guys are past that!"
"Yeah ... But thanks," Kyu said, pushing herself up again.
"No problem," Temari said (not at all aware of how she had helped).
Kyu went up the stairs two at a time and went down the hall to Kankurou's room. Apparently, he was of the habit of leaving it open now. She crept in silently, and couldn't help but smile when she saw him lying on his back, staring at the ceiling; his hair was wet, and his skin was slightly pink, as if he had just gotten out of the shower. He didn't notice her until she was crouching next to him.
"Hey," he said, smiling. "I was just thinking about you!"
"Me, too," she said, pulling off her shoes and crawling up on the bed to lay over him. "Well ... about you, not me."
He grinned, his hand stroking the soft curve of the small of her back. "So, what's up?"
She shrugged, leaning down and capturing his mouth in a sweet kiss. "I just wanted to say I love you."
Every single cell in Kankurou's body froze. "Um ... Really?"
She nodded, kissing his lips, then making her way down his chin to kiss his neck, her hands trailing up his chest, then back down his sides, creeping down the blanket covering him from the waist down. He paused, his hands on her waist, staring at the ceiling again.
Tell her you love her! Kankurou-in-his-head shouted.
But ... That's a serious thing! I can't just ...
You already screwed her! What's there to think about?
Mentally biting the voice in his head, he said quietly, "I ... love you, too..."
Her head shot up from where she was kissing his chest. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said, deciding it was true. "Um ... you know, if you were going to just sort of move it right along, I'm COMPLETELY ok with that."
Later
Kankurou and Kyu sat on the sofa watching TV, snuggling and looking absolutely adorable. Shikamaru and Temari sat on an over-stuffed chair, looking a little less cute due to the fact that they were bickering under their breaths. Gaara wasn't there, saying that he and Rynn were going to do a practice-training session. The topic of argument/discussion between the two bickering lovers tonight was porn.
"Those people get paid to have their sex taped while they look like they're having an orgasm from the time the tape starts to the time it ends!" Temari hissed.
"Correction: they get paid to have sex and look sexy," Shikamaru hissed.
"Exactly! We do that and we're not paid! Porn is so pointless!"
"She's got a point," Kyu said with a shrug, playing with the sash of Kankurou's bathrobe, which he had let her wear while her clothes were in the wash. "Why watch it when you can do it?"
"Well ... when you put it like that..." Shikamaru shrugged.
"OK, 'Friends' it is!" Kyu grabbed the remote and changed the channel (A/N: I don't know about you, but I love that show) extracting groans of protest from both the guys. "Hey, do you want to have fun tonight, or not?" she asked threateningly.
Kankurou shut up very fast.
"I think I want a latte," Temari said suddenly, standing up.
"Oh, oh, I want one!" Kyu cried. "Can you get me a—Oh, never mind, I'll just go with you." She stood up and followed Temari to the door.
"In a bathrobe?" Kankurou looked over the back of the sofa.
"Good point." Kyu looked down at herself in the overly large black bathrobe (which, by the way, was so long, a few inches dragged on the floor). "Wait for me, ok, Temari?" she called, running upstairs.
"She did look cute, though," Kankurou said thoughtfully.
"Ok, I'm ready!" Kyu ran back downstairs.
"You didn't change at all!" Kankurou laughed, amused. Indeed, she was still wearing the bathrobe, but he noticed she was now wearing his slippers. "Oh..."
"Yeah, you can't go outside without shoes," she said, suddenly very perky, following Temari out of the house.
"Porn?" Shikamaru asked, once the door had closed.
"Oh, yeah." Kankurou grabbed the remote.
"CHANGE THAT CHANNEL AND YOU BOTH WILL BE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH!"
"Dammit!" they both hissed, tossing the remote away.
"Hey, Kankurou?" said a quiet voice.
"Yeah?" He turned around, and, to his surprise, he saw Gaara standing in the doorway, looking uncomfortable. "What's up?"
"I need to talk to you."
"'Bout what?" Kankurou turned the TV on mute.
"...............Sex ..............."
Kankurou and Shikamaru looked at each other, then smirked. "What do you want to know about it?"
"Why do you guys do it so much?"
Shikamaru literally fell off his seat; Kankurou, however, was too surprised to move. "W-what?"
"Why do you two have sex so much?" Gaara repeated.
"Because..." The two older ninjas looked at each other. "We like it," Shikamaru said lamely. "So do girls."
"What does it mean to them?" Gaara asked innocently.
"Um... Well..." Kankurou looked at Shikamaru for help, but receive none, Shikamaru giving him an "I did my share" look. "Well, sometimes it shows them we love them..."
"And the other times?"
Kankurou looked desperately at Shikamaru, who nodded and said quickly, "If you want to show a girl you like you, you don't need to know about the other times."
"Ok." Gaara walked back to the door.
"Wait, who are you trying to impress?" Kankurou called.
Gaara turned and glared at him. "None of your business." He turned around and ran smack into ...
"Hey, Kiba," Shikamaru called, getting back on his chair.
Kiba ignored him, however, and grabbed the front of Gaara's shirt (Doesn't HE have a lot of nerve?) and shouted, "You listen up, Shorty! If you come near my sister again, I'll rip you limb—from—limb!" From Kiba's side, Akamaru barked threateningly.
Gaara raised a nonexistent eyebrow and pushed his hand away. "Get out of my house."
"He's not gonna hurt her," Kankurou called from the sofa to a seething Kiba. "Just go."
Kiba growled in the back of his throat before stalking off into the night. Akamaru gave Gaara a bark of warning before trotting after his master.
"I never did understand that guy," Shikamaru said lazily.
At the Inuzuka House
Kiba stopped when he saw Rynn waiting for him in the doorway to his room. She opened her mouth to say something to show she was annoyed at him, the seemed to think better of it and snapped, "Never mind," and stomped away to her room.
"What was that all about?" Kiba asked Akamaru, who barked. "You're right; girls are a hormone volcano."
A little later, same place
Gaara stood on the roof of the Inuzuka household, above Rynn's window, from which was blaring loud music (Slipknot, whatever song you like.). Even an idiot could see he sort of "liked" the redheaded girl; hell, even Kankurou had noticed. And Gaara, being Gaara, didn't know how to tell her with words; he had always relied on his actions to speak for him. The whole sex thing Kankurou was so obsessed about had been labeled cleanly as an "action" (Oh, was it ever an action!); but did he really want to portray his emotions with the unhygienic art of ... dare he say it ... KISSING?
I don't know, you tell me.
I told you not to talk to me!
I can't help it if you start talking about sex and kissing around me? (What's the big deal? Is it Tanuki mating season?) Just go screw her and get it over with!
Screw?
It means have sex...
Oh ... fine!
Focusing chakra on the soles of his feet, Gaara attached himself to the roof and leaned over the edge, rapping his knuckles on the window. He saw Rynn turn and, upon seeing him, grinned and opened the window. "What's up?"
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah." She stepped aside so he could swing himself in. "What's up?" she repeated as he set himself to rights.
Gaara paused, unsure.
Just kiss her! The least she could do is slap you! And no worries there, little buddy.
I'm not your ... little buddy?
KISS HER!
But...
KISS HER YOU LAME-ASS BEFORE I DO!
...You can't, you're sort of sealed in there.
...Just do it.
Before he could think again, his body moved of it's own accord, his hand moving to cup her face as he leaned in, touching his lips against hers.
For a split second, all he could see was white, his lips lingering against hers, as she froze, unsure. Then, suddenly, he felt her press her lips against his with a gentle pressure. This was ...
... Anything but unhygienic.
His fingers moved on their own to gently stroke the soft skin of her face as she brought her hands up to wrap themselves around her neck as she applied more pressure.
Told you so.
Shut up.
He moved his hand to touch her waist like he'd seen Kankurou do when he was dancing with Kyu. His hands traced on her back, drawing patterns against her bare skin (A/N: she was wearing a tank top, people! Sickos...). He heard her gasp slightly at his touch, then she moved to unwrap him from his sash and leather strap, which he allowed as he slowly ran his fingers under the straps of her tank top, pulling them down over her shoulders. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but animal instincts told him (actually it was the Shukaku) that he was doing it right as he slowly pushed her back to lay on her bed, which was right under her window. By now, she had unwrapped him from his sash and strap, and had tossed them next to the bed as his hands moved down her sides to run over the smooth skin of her stomach.
Maybe Kankurou had been right. For once.
Sand-nin's house
"I wonder where Gaara went," Temari said thoughtfully, sipping her frozen latte, laying sideways across Shikamaru's lap.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," Kankurou said, lying on the couch with Kyu on him, munching a donut.
"Where?" Temari raised an eyebrow.
"It's a secret between men," he said casually.
"I hope you're not talking about yourself?"
"Come on, it's late," Kyu said, getting up off Kankurou and tossing her empty cup in the trashcan. "Lets go to bed."
"Ok." Kankurou got up at once and followed her up the stairs.
"Come on, let's go," Temari said, getting up as well and dragging him up the stairs.
"How troublesome," Shikamaru mumbled as she pulled him down the hall. They heard soft laughter and moans of enjoyment from the next room (Kankurou's room was between Gaara's and Temari's). It seemed that now that Gaara was out, Kankurou was in no way trying to make Kyu be quiet. But Temari and Shikamaru weren't complaining; instead of annoying them, the other room's activity furthered their passion.
Once inside, Shikamaru pushed Temari against the bed, taking an uncharacteristic control of the matter as her fingers moved expertly across his clothes, pulling off his shirt and jacket and tossing them away as he kissed her lips and neck, his hands on either side of her head, holding himself up. With a smirk, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled over, straddling his waist. He smirked as well, his hands creeping up her sides, pushing her shirt up over her head, drawing gasps and moans as his hands made contact with her bare skin.
Once in Kankurou's room, Kyu jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist as she kissed him passionately. He quickly closed the door, running his hand over the locks to secure them, and walked over to the bed and leaned over it, letting her fall onto the entanglement of blankets. Her soft hands reached out to him, stroking his bare arms and neck, pulling him down on her, kissing him again. Her touch extracted soft moans of pleasure as he kissed her his lips passing over her lips, cheeks, forehead and eyes, before he moved down, gently nipping her neck, drawing a gasp of both pain and pleasure. Slowly, expertly, his hands moved to uncover her bare skin as as he kissed her throat, her fingers entwining with his hair.
Rynn's room (ha! Betcha all been wondering about THAT!)
Gaara looked down at the sleeping Rynn from where he stood, fully dressed, at the foot of her bed. She might be mad at him for leaving, but did he have a choice? Her brother might smile him, and come in and try (keyword: try) to "rip him limb from limb." So, keeping that in mind, he put his foot on the windowsill and jumped out into the early haze of the sunrise. (A/N: Hmm, dramatic much?)
Sand-nin's house
Gaara looked around when he got back to his house. The front door of the house opened into the kitchen; against one wall was a rack to put coats and shoes; here, he kicked off his sandals. The kitchen and living room were one large room, separated by a small step surrounding the kitchen. The living room took up a large portion of the room, with a high ceiling and a large TV in one corner. Around the room were a sofa, matching chair, and a small table where the sand-nins usually ate. In one corner, close to the kitchen, there was a foosball table Kankurou had gotten off the Internet. On the foosball table were various objects such as a bowl of half-eaten popcorn, a few magazines, a TV guide, and an unnaturally large chocolate bar, opened at one end with a rather large bite taken out of it. Gaara looked around with a small sigh; it was a really nice house, he realized; he'd just never taken the time to notice.
"You're up early."
Gaara turned, expertly covering his surprise with a "What do you want?"
Kyu shrugged, scraping a layer of vanilla ice cream off the top of the carton in front of her with a spoon. "Couldn't sleep."
Oh, didn't he know that feeling.
"You wanna sit?" she asked, scooting over on the sofa where she was sitting.
He sat down on the arm of the sofa, his arms crossed, starring at her. She was wearing one of Kankurou's overly large hockey jerseys, showing an unnerving portion of her bare skin and legs, the carton of ice cream on her lap. He found, however, that the lust he had looked at Rynn with didn't come again upon seeing this. "Where's Kankurou?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Asleep, I guess. So're Temari and Shikamaru, so be quiet when you go up there."
He shrugged, thinking. If she was Kankurou's girlfriend (Wow, I never actually put that in words before ... huh.) she would know about sex, wouldn't she?
Well, duh.
SHUT UP, SHUKAKU!
"Kyu?"
"Yeah?" She scraped off another layer of ice cream.
"I have a question."
"Ok."
Damn. She didn't seem phased at all...
SHUT UP!
"If you had ... sex ... with my brother ... and then he left, would you be mad?"
Kyu raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you should tell me the whole story."
So, Gaara told her (not going into details) how he had gone over Rynn's house last night, and how he had left when she was sleeping that morning. Kyu nodded thoughtfully when he was done, cutting patterns in the soft ice cream with her spoon, thinking.
"Well it all depends," she said, after a few minutes. "If you're going to go see her again today, I doubt she'll be mad. But if she is, you can take care of that."
By squishing her!
"By squishing her?" Gaara said at the exact same time as the Shukaku, causing Inner-Gaara and Shukaku to look at each other oddly.
"No," she said through a laugh. "If she really likes you, she won't be mad for long."
"Oh." He paused. "Do you really like my brother?"
She nodded, without hesitation. "I love your brother."
"You didn't even know he existed until a week ago."
"I knew he existed," she said, looking slightly offended. "I heard about him, and I'd seen him around a couple of times. I just never really got to talk to him until the party."
"Isn't it a little early to be saying you love him, then?"
"Um ... No." She shrugged, whacking a particularly hard part of the ice cream with her spoon. "It's never too early. But sometimes, it can be too late."
"Oh," he said, as if he understood what she was saying.
She sighed and got up, sticking her spoon upright in the carton and crossing to the kitchen, replacing it in the freezer. "I'm gonna go back to bed," she informed him. "And remember, she won't be mad forever."
Gaara nodded mutely as she went back upstairs, yawning hugely. "Kyu?"
"Yeah?" She turned.
"Don't tell Kankurou."
She grinned and winked. "You're safe with me."
He gave her a small smile before she turned and headed back up the stairs.
(A/N: Muhahahahahahaha! Lotsa-lotsa lemony goodness! If you guys want the uncensored version of any of these pairings—KanKyu, TemShika, GaaraRynn—get my personal email from fan fiction dot net, ask me and I'll email them to you, since I don't want anyone to put their e-mails into reviews again, since people could get them and make jokes and stuff. I just couldn't type them all up because my mum might read this, and yeah. Y'all prolly know how that is. . . TY to KageNoKatana for giving me a few of the ideas for this chappie!)