Disclaimer: I do not own Sasuke or any other Naruto characters.
A/N: The pairing is kind of random I wrote it because you don't see much of this couple around. If you don't like it, then read something else and I'm sorry you didn't quite care for this. Reviews would be greatly appreciated for future use, but please don't flame. This is my first Naruto fanfic and I'm really nervous about people's reactions.
Anyway, enough talking. Enjoy the story.
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What had Sasuke been thinking, sneaking into a club after midnight? He had figured smaller crowds, but it was quite the contrary. Midnight was just when the night life started up, and from then on it would only get worse. So, trying to make the best of it, Sasuke slipped inside, concealing himself between two older people. He was still underage, so it was completely necessary for him to hide between two older people.
But once he was inside, he knew it would be impossible for him to be caught. The music was blaring, but that had been apparent before he's even come in, considering he could hear it from three blocks away. Also, there were no real lights, just some black ones that made some people's hair spray glow in the dark, along with just a handful of differently colored lights.
"Hmm," Sasuke grunted to himself as he was forced to look around more closely due to the insufficient lighting or the place. There was a bar at the far wall, but Sasuke would have to steer clear of there, being a minor and all, but the dance floor looked like fun. Almost everyone had some kind of glow stick on, whether it be on a necklace or being worn as a belt, everyone had one. As he looked around, he realized that the D.J. was handing them out.
Sasuke slipped into line, cutting a few people that weren't really sober enough to notice anyway. When his turn came, the D.J. looked at him skeptically, holding out the glow stick. Before he could ask question, Sasuke snatched the green-and-blue glowing plastic object and disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor, which was rapidly filling up. The bar was jam-packed, despite it only being one of the hundreds of others in the whole of Konoha.
Sasuke accidentally bumped into a sweating woman, who Sasuke found very attractive. The way she moved her hips and swayed with the music… it made him want to dance as well. Being tall for his age, he looked nearly the woman's age, who actually didn't look that much older than him anyway. He stepped closer, and, noticing this, she came the rest of the way. How hard could it be to dance to the music? Sasuke soon found out. But he didn't think it was all that hard. The music wasn't too fast at the moment, and it was easy to match his body with steadily blaring notes.
But as the music sped up, Sasuke soon lost track of his movements. He didn't stop dancing by any means- it made him feel too good, it was so liberating- but he no longer really had any control of himself, no idea what he was doing. It was not until the woman was dancing extraordinarily close that he remembered where he was. He suddenly stopped dancing and looked around the swarming crowd of people, some of whom had even stopped to watch him and his partner dance, but the fun wasn't over yet. The woman was just getting started. She was all over Sasuke, and when he realized this, he picked up the beat again, losing himself again just as quickly as he had the first time.
Nearly an hour later, Sasuke couldn't dance anymore. His sides felt like they were being stabbed by knives and he was sweating like mad. The woman looked slightly disappointed when he broke away from the steady rhythm of music to get off the dance floor, but she followed. Sasuke would have liked to her to just leave him alone after they were finished, but it would obviously not work that way.
Finding a seat off to the side of the dance floor, pressed against a wall, Sasuke sat. He was parched and wanted something to drink badly. It didn't have to be an alcoholic beverage, but he needed something to get rid of the burning in the back of his throat. Getting ready to get up to leave and head for home, Sasuke was pushed back down by the woman he had been dancing with.
"You're not leaving that easily," she said, sitting next to him. "I've never seen anyone dance like you? Where'd you pick up your moves?" what was it about this girl that seemed so familiar and yet, so strange? Had he seen her before? Even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to tell, not with such terrible lighting. Why did Sasuke feel so attracted to her?
It was an innocent enough question, but Sasuke didn't have an answer. What could he say? "Nowhere, I just made them up," he decided to answer truthfully.
"No, seriously," the woman said, laughing in disbelief.
"I am serious," Sasuke grumbled, the burning in his throat becoming ever more intolerable.
The woman suddenly seemed to be looking at Sasuke differently, as if sizing him up. He felt his cheeks blaze bright red and was glad for the dark lighting.
"What's your name?" the woman asked suddenly, catching Sasuke off guard. He couldn't tell her his real name, could he? He was famous, she would know he wasn't allowed to be at the club, but he didn't have time to think of anything to say.
"Um… my name's…" Sasuke began, but the he knew the woman didn't hear because at that moment a cheer resounded from the crowd.
"Louder! Louder!" every person on the dance floor cried, making Sasuke feel as if the building would come tumbling down on top of him. But, as demanded of him, the D.J. pumped up the volume, and the dancing went up a notch along with it.
"This is my song!" the woman squealed over the noise. Grabbing Sasuke by the arm, she pulled him to his feet. "Dance with me!" she begged, excitement radiating off of her. Sasuke didn't have any idea what was going on as the girl dragged him onto the dance floor. Strobe lights pounded the crown in their intense light and the rest of the song was replayed as a flashing blur in Sasuke's mind. The only thing he remembered was that the song ended with him kissing the woman. He felt like he couldn't breathe. It felt as if his whole body, particularly his throat, was on fire. What had he been thinking, coming into this club?
Sasuke pulled away from the kiss when he could stand the burning no longer. The girl was obviously not happy about it, either. She tried to drape her arms around Sasuke's neck and pull him into another kiss, but he didn't let her. Instead, he coughed. Still coughing, he held up a finger and scrambled away. Actually, he coughed his way right out the back door, which opened to an alley, and down the street towards his house. He had felt his head clear as soon he was out of the crammed building, and figured he had had enough for one night.
But the woman was persistent. Having followed him out of the club, she ran up beside him.
"You all right?" she asked him, putting an arm around his shoulder. Sasuke turned his head so that she couldn't see his face as he nodded. Not that he didn't look decent - yeah, his dark hair was plastered to his face with sweat, but that wasn't the problem- Sasuke just didn't want the woman to realize that he was really younger than she had thought. She hadn't been able to see him clearly in the club, but now they were directly underneath a streetlight and it would be easy to tell by Sasuke's features that he was younger than what he had pulled off inside the club.
But Sasuke wanted a glimpse of the woman he had spent the whole night with. Turning his head slightly, he saw a very unexpected face. It was the girl from the Sand Country. What was her name? Temari? Yeah, that was it- the one with the fan. That was Temari.
And Temari didn't fail to notice whose shoulders her arm was so casually draped over.
"Sasuke Uchiha?" she asked in surprise, but she was beaming, telling Sasuke it wasn't a bad thing that she had found out who he was.
"Temari, right?" Sasuke asked her, his voice going hoarse from coughing. Temari nodded. What a strange night this had been.
"You're a great dancer," Temari said, trying to ignite a conversation before Sasuke tried to slip away again.
"Thanks." Sasuke almost smiled, but didn't have time because he started coughing again. "I've got to get home…" he finally said when he was finished coughing.
"Oh… right," Temari said, looking away from Sasuke in disappointment.
"See you tomorrow night?" Sasuke asked her, surprising even himself. No, stupid! What are you doing? his mind roared at him, but he pushed these thoughts away for later.
Temari immediately perked up.
"Sure. Meet me here?" she asked him, removing her arm from his shoulders. Sasuke almost protested, but did not. The arm had been comforting, even though he hadn't noticed until she'd removed it.
"Sure."
Temari flashed him a smile and turned to go back into the club. That was when Sasuke noticed how tight her black net shirt was with only an exercise bra underneath. She also had on a pair of tight, black leather pants that hugged her curves quite flatteringly, or so Sasuke thought… He stared until Temari had disappeared back inside the trembling building, from which he could still hear the pounding music.
Coughing again, Sasuke realized what he'd just done.
"I have a date with Temari…"
A/N: This might turn into a one-shot, people, depending on the amount of reviews I've received and how well everyone likes it. There may not be any other chapters, so could you please review for this one. It only takes about 30 seconds. So, please, R&R. It would make me feel like my writing is worth something to someone.