Second chapter! Thanks for the reviews. . . And for those who hated the cliff hanger, here ya go!
Truth Or Dare chapter 2
Ah, now where were we? Oh yes, Sasuke's truth. . .
"Uchiha! Truth or dare?"
". . . Truth."
The ball seemed to have been listening, because it immediately dispensed another piece of paper. .
"What does it say?" said a curious Ino.
"READ it already, Kankurou you idiot!" said Sakura.
Kankurou seemed to be gaping at the paper.
"Oi! Puppet Boy! Are ya still breathing?" said Kiba.
"Awright, awright. . . Sasuke! The question! Sez here. . . What do you hate more, Kakashi-san being late all the time, fangirls (Sakura and Ino: "Hmph!"), your brother or Orochimaru?"
Silence.
Kankurou checked the back of the paper.
"It says if you don't answer truthfully, that board on the ceiling will fall on your head." (What? Which is safer, a ceiling fan or wood?)
Sasuke thought for a while.
"My brother."
Instant slow motion
Creeeeak. . .
BAM!
Normal speed
"SASUKE!" said Sakura.
"SAASUKE-KUN!" shrieked Ino.
". . .That hurt." said the Uchiha, brushing some dust balls off his head and shoulders (no reference to the shampoo made here.) . "Sakura, please remind your parents to do some vacuuming up there."
"You did'nt answer truthfully!" said Lee, standing up and pointing at Sasuke. "Shame on you! We must not waste youth on such trivial things as lying to your friends! We're all friends here, RIGHT!" He did one of his poses with the shiny teeth and all. (Hoe DOES he do that? You could rob a bank with that technique!)
More silence.
"Shut up, Lee." said Tenten.
"Anyway, Uchiha, tell the truth!" said Kankurou.
"There's something you hate more than your brother?" said Ino, perking up to listen to this new bit of information. The other Sasuke fangirls would pay thousands for this.
". . . Fangirls."
No ceiling boards fell. (I know, there aren't any above Sasuke's head anymore, play along!)
Inner Sakura: "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This can't be!"
Inner Ino: "NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! My darling Sasuke-kun. . . . Hates ME?"
Both Inner Fangirls: "Wait a minute. . . So he hates HER as well!"
"HAH!" cried Sakura triumphantly. "He hates you, Ino-pig!"
"He hates you as well, Big forehead-chan!" said Ino.
While the two were bickering, Kankurou passed the orb to Sasuke, who spun the bottle.
"Shut up, you two!" said Naruto. "Sasuke spun the bottle!"
spin. . .
"How long is this gonna take!" said Kiba. 10 seconds later, the bottle began to slow down.
spin. . . . . .
"Hyuuga." said Sasuke, looking at Neji.
"Dare." smirked the Hyuuga prodigy.
The orb made a humming noise as if to evaluate the capability of the person in question.
Seconds later, the task was set.
"Spin the bottle." said Sasuke.
Neji did so, hoping he didn't have to kiss anyone.
The bottle stopped at Lee. Of all people. . .
"I assume the two of you are familiar with rock paper scissors?" said Sasuke evilly.
Both nodded.
"Well it says here, you two play seven rounds of rock paper scissors, draws not included."
"No problem."
Neji drew paper.
Lee drew rock.
"Now every time somebody loses, he has to take off an article of clothing. If someone runs out of clothes, we go on to the next truth or dare." said Sasuke.
Tenten gaped. Sakura and Ino stopped debating. Temari's eyebrows were raised.
Lee took off his red Konoha belt.
"Let's see. . . Tights, two weight legwarmers, do bandages count?" he said. (Note: it is customary to remove one's shoes/sandals before entering ANYONE's home)
Sasuke looked at the paper.
"Convenient. No, bandages do not count."
Lee gulped. Besides the above, all he had was underwear.
"Jacket, regulation Ninja shirt, head protector, shorts, hair tie,underwear." Neji listed.
"Do hair ties count?" asked Lee desperately.
Sasuke reviewed the paper. "Yes."
Tenten's attention went to Neji. She'd always wondered what Neji wore, boxers or briefs.
Lee drew scissors.
Neji drew rock.
Off with a legwarmer.
And after the next round. . .
"This is getting interesting!" said Kankurou.
"Lee's down to his tights!" hooted Kiba.
"Arf!" Akamaru barked in amusement.
"Heh. After seing Gai-sensei play rock paper scissors with Kakashi-sensei about a million times, and knowing that you copied his strategy, this dare's easy as pie." smirked the young genius.
Lee gave careful consideration to his next move. "So.. Neji used rock last. . ." he thought. "He'll think I'll use paper next! Well let's see about that!"
Lee drew rock.
Neji was, as always, one step ahead of him. He drew paper.
"WHAAAAAT! NOOOOO!"
"Take those tights off, Lee!" said Neji, with an evil smirk on his face.
"Heyyyyy. . . . You sound as if you WANT me to take off my tights!" accused Lee. He shrugged, an began fumbling with the zipper at the back.
At this point, not even Gaara could keep from laughing at seeing the look on Neji's face.
Lee unzipped his tights, showing an extremely toned, muscular body (And we're just at the shoulders!) . Several veins showed near his neck area. Lee continued, er, stripping (What?), with a definite blush on his face.
"He's THAT toned!" thought Sakura.
"WHOA." thought inner Sakura.
"Shame. . ." thought Hinata, closing her eyes. "Neji. . . How could you. . ."
He continued doing so, exposing (6? 8? 12?) pack abs.
"I've only seen abs like that in male clothes ads!" said Temari, dumbstruck.
Kiba and Naruto however, were howling with laughter. Neji was redder than Lee.
". . . ." was all he had to say.
Finally, Lee shook the tights off his leg. He was as red as a tomato.
Thankfully, Neji let Lee win the other three rounds. No one wanted to see what was under Lee's undies, now did they?
As the two re-dressed themselves, Kiba couldn't help poking fun at the two shinobi.
"What's next then, Neji? A little dip in the hot tub? Some bedplay, perhaps?"
"What in the world are you talking about, Inuzuka?" said Neji, his face resuming its normal color.
Sasuke handed Neji the orb with a smirk that clearly said 'You may have been completely misunderstood'.
Neji ignored him, and spun the bottle.
And so ends the second chapter!
Thanks for reading, the next chapter might take awhile, there are exams coming up in the country I live in and if I don't study, I don't write! Or type, for that matter. . .