Dance of Flute and Horn
Ch. 2: Dinner Disaster
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Sakura4eva, my only reviewer that I don't know personally! Thank you for taking the time to review!
I heard a knock on my door and Tayuya's voice yelling at me to come for dinner and grudgingly got up. I drug my feet across the floor and to the kitchen, where I sat down next to the now-fully-healed Ukon. And boy could I tell that I was in for one great time.
But actually, my sarcasm was rendered unable to be called sarcasm as Tayuya sat on my left, because, with her next to me, I would surely have a great time. And boy did I come to be wrong.
Everything was actually going well with the Sound Four eating together, Tayuya and I were even having a decent conversation. I think she didn't realize that I had seen her and Kabuto in Ukon's recovery room. So we were talking about one time when we had to rescue Kidomaru from some crazed and drunken girls, and he ended up screaming like a girl trying to get away from them. But then, the potatoes were cooled off enough to eat.
I should have known not to get my brother angry at me, really. Being so closely related and spending so much time together, a person gets a sense of what jokes they should or should not pull with someone, but apparently I needed to learn more about my elder sibling. Why? Because what happened with the potatoes was infinitely his fault, that's why.
It started with a tiny bit of potato hitting me in the head, and I thought that it had honestly been an accident. I couldn't say that I thought it was an accident when Ukon stuffed potatoes down my pants, though. The potatoes were sitting very uncomfortably and shifting my position only made that worse. And not only were the potatoes in my pants, they were still very hot, so I ended up dancing around like I had recently been checked into an asylum. I tried to take this silent punishment in stride, but I failed miserably when Tayuya began to laugh at me. Hearing the voice that made my heart flutter like a butterfly mocking me was like a stab through an artery— painful and deadly.
I turned towards Ukon with a smile on my face, and some cold noodles in my hand. He could obviously see my intent, and backed away from me slowly, so that he wouldn't incite anything drastic, such as more jutsu being put on him. But he didn't realize that the one smiling wasn't really me, and that I had left the table after receiving potatoes in my pants. So the real me dismissed my clone and leapt down from my position on the ceiling to land on Ukon's shoulders and pin him to the ground while stuffing ants down his pants.
I'm sure that those ants had made themselves at home in his drawers, because Ukon jumped up and began to curse like Hidan on a bad day. And somehow, amidst this brotherly brawl, the others got involved in the fight and the underground kitchen became a site of war. A sight of food war, but a war nonetheless.
An hour later, we were all exhausted, and we all had to report to Kabuto to receive our punishment for disrupting the other Otonin. We all went into Kabuto's office separately— so that he could give Tayuya a different kind of punishment, I presume.
When I walked in, I sneered at Kabuto. He seemed surprised at my anger towards him and asked what my problem was.
"You knew that I liked her, and then you go behind my back and start doing things with her! Some confidant you are, Kabuto-san." I stressed the '-san' to make it clear to Kabuto that we were no longer close.
"And what in this world might you be talking about?" Kabuto inquired, playing innocent.
"I saw you two in the room with Ukon, I know what's going on," I snapped, and Kabuto's demeanor changed instantly.
"O-Oh, you saw us? A-Actually, I kind of fell, and Tayuya tried to keep me from falling, but we both ended up in an embarrassing heap…"
"If that's true, then how come it took you so long to get up?" I yelled, my voice rising with indignation that Kabuto would have the guts to blatantly deny obvious evidence.
"Actually, my fall knocked me unconscious, and Tayuya was having difficulties getting up without severely injuring me on my equipment. I assure you, there was nothing at all romantic involved." Kabuto pushed up his glasses. "Now, I have to tell Tayuya her punishment, so you go clean Keiji's bathroom—"
"No, I'll stay right here," I interjected.
So Kabuto called Tayuya in and we all listened to her assignment. I winced. Tayuya had to clean the sword that Orochimaru kept inside of himself with his tongue. That made me believe what Kabuto had told me more.
"Eww, you scumbag, there's no way I'm doing that! Orochimaru's sword is less sanitary than a hole full of tar, mud, and beetles! Besides, wouldn't you like to do that job yourself?" Tayuya said, adding that last question suggestively.
Kabuto blushed fiercely.
"Well, so much for no one else knowing, thank you Tayuya." Kabuto responded.
"You're welcome," she answered happily, "and you really should clean that sword yourself, after all, you owe Orochimaru after that mishap yesterday…" Tayuya frowned, recalling the mishap. "Next time, I'm not going to try to stop your fall, just so you know."
"Understood," Kabuto began, "I wouldn't want you to, anyways. I need to be perfectly uninvolved with anyone for Orochimaru to even consider doing anything with me on days other than Saturday nights."
Tayuya backed up a step, incidentally towards me, and shuddered.
"I doubt anyone wants to know what happens between you two on Saturday nights." Tayuya voiced.
"Ah, that's perfect! That will be the punishment for both of you, since I'm sure that Juugo and
Kidomaru have already completed their tasks! You shall listen to, in excruciating detail, me recall our last Saturday night." Kabuto's eyes gleamed scarily with passion and adoration.
I snorted, thinking that Kabuto was joking about his feelings for Orochimaru, but Kabuto started to tell us how each Saturday night began.
An hour later, Tayuya was clinging to me with an iron grip and murmuring something about how she would never be able to even think about an apple again without puking. I carried her as best as I could out of Kabuto's office while Kabuto sighed dreamily at his memories.
She seemed to be less revolted once we had gotten the equivalent of a kilometer away from Kabuto's office. She even seemed to be aware that her hold on me was hurting me, and lessened it. So she was obviously aware that she was embracing me and wasn't repulsed. This could be the beginning of an actual relationship between the two of us…
A/N: Another chapter, yay! This story is kind of hard to write, but I found more inspiration towards the end, so it sounded better (at least to me). See you next chapter (I hope…)!