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NikkyDOOM xox

Characters (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Story (c) NikkyDOOM

Naruto stood in front of Orochimaru's agency, waiting for a very tardy Hinata.
He grumbled. "Meet me here at 8? It's nine o'clock! What the hell? Leave it to a girl to over-pamper."

He leaned against the brick wall, crunching the gravel under his shoe.
After five minutes, and desperately looking at his phone; a very timid Hinata poked his shoulder.
"H-hello Naruto!" She chimed happily.
Naruto should have done a double-take.

Hinata looked lovely. She wore a short sleeved, low-cut, black dress that swirled around her delicate knees. The dress complimented her pale skin, her small feet tucked into expensive Prada stilettos.

"Y-you….look, um…Y-you took forever!" Naruto said stupidly.
"I'm sorry, I was just having some trouble figuring out what to wear."
Hinata quickly realized how the tables had turned.Naruto bit his lip. "Well, we should get going shouldn't we? We're an hour late."
Hinata nodded, and Naruto caught a cab.
He held the door open for Hinata. She returned the motion with a smirk.
"Your chivalry is evident, Naruto. You don't have to try so hard." She smiled sweetly after, causing Naruto to blush.
She stepped in, Naruto stepping in after her; shutting the yellow door behind him.

"So you were with Sasuke when I called?" Hinata asked Naruto, looking out the window.
"W-what? No, I wasn't with him, what would make you think that?"
"Well I don't know. You said you knew exactly where he was at."
Naruto rubbed behind his head. "Yeah, I did say that. But I meant I had seen him around before. I just wasn't with him." He lied.
Why was it that when it came to Sasuke he felt he had to lie? He hated the feeling.
The annoyed cabby finally turned his head. "Hey! Gimme the address or get out!"

Naruto sat on Temari's couch, drinking a martini. There were faces he recognized, mostly from the office.

So far, so good. No Sasuke.

Hinata was mingling, talking to one of Orochimaru's assistants.
Temari ran around, serving drinks and joking around with her co-workers. Her lips were curved into a sharp grin.
She was the perfect host. And she wore the title proudly.
The doorbell rang, and Temari's eldest brother answered the door.
"You're late."
Naruto's unruly heart stopped.

Sasuke?

A flash of color sauntered past Kankurou confidently.
Except, this time the blast of color wasn't a cooling black.
It was a fiery red.
Temari set the tray with the drinks down, turning to the boy.
"Gaara! I was worried about you. Where've you been?" She asked, hands on her hips.
The boy looked annoyed, his eyes furrowing. He never looked at Temari; he just looked at the wooden floor, as if finding something a lot more interesting in the pattern of the wood.
"Gaara, answer me. It's been three days and you haven't been home at all. Don't you know that your parole officer kept calling my job? Asking if you'd come home yet?"
"Mm."
There were deep black circles around his eyes, his glassy aquamarine orbs lacking emotion.
Naruto arched one of his golden brows.
There was a red tattoo on his forehead, covered by his wild, disheveled hair.

Japanese? Why does it smell like...

Gaara's hair was slightly past his chin, short in some places including the front of his face; long on the side of his face. Gaara's shirt looked as if he'd been mauled by a bear.
Kankurou shook his head; he was apparently amused with the whole ordeal.
Temari was losing her patience, but refused to make a scene in front of her guest.
"Forget it. Go upstairs, shower. Put on clothes that don't have rips in them; and do me a favor? Don't give any of the guest death glares, okay?"
Gaara's lips formed a tight line. He shrugged stiffly, before brushing past her.

Sex?

"Naruto!"
Hinata took a seat on the couch next to the blonde, smiling.
"Oh, hey." He said, lacking interest. He couldn't help it. That boy had struck his attention so strongly.
"Why don't you get out there? Get to know some of your peers a little better."
Naruto took a swig of his drink. "That's okay. I'm totally comfy right here, in this corner." He smiled widely.
Temari sat opposite Naruto. "Blondie!"
Naruto looked up. "What?"
"Have you seen Sasuke? He hasn't arrived yet."
"N-no! What makes you think I would know where he is?! Cause I don't!"

Hinata giggled. Temari tried to smooth out a crease on her blood-red dress. "I didn't ask you if you knew where he was I just wondered if you had seen him around. The both of you go to the same college and live on the same campus don't you?"
"W-well I-in that case, no. I haven't seen him around."
Naruto chuckled nervously.
Lying, yet again. So flat-out too. He was usually honest, bold, and cheery. But Sasuke darkened his mood. The more he tried to figure him out, the harder it got. Not to mention; the more he thought about Sasuke, the more his blood seemed to rush to his lower region.

"Naruto, don't be silly. Didn't you tell me you did see him before I called you? I think you're fibbing!"
"Oh! So you have seen our dear Sasuke around? Well I'm going to have to tell you Naruto, you aren't that good a liar." Temari replied, appeased.

Naruto's face couldn't turn any redder. "H-hey! Don't try and corner me!"
Temari and Hinata stopped laughing. "Okay, okay, sorry. But you just look so cute when you know you've been caught."
"Temari!"
She turned her head. "What is it Kankurou?!"
"I need help in the kitchen!"
Temari sighed before getting up. "Alright, coming!"
Hinata got off the couch too. "I'm going to try and distract the guest. The last thing we need is a riot because the food isn't here yet."
Naruto nodded, and stretched. "Okay, want me to help?"
"No, stay put. If the door rings, you get it, okay?"
Naruto nodded again. "Right." He set his cup down on the coffee table.
He sat there for about fifteen minutes, wondering if Sasuke would show up or not. Naruto wasn't even sure if he wanted him to come.

His thoughts were interrupted yet again, this time by a sinking in the couch next to him. He actually turned to look. And saw the mass of red hair, again. Naruto then fully turned, to see a very bored looking Gaara.

Gaara indeed sat on the couch, wearing a black pinstripe collared shirt and form fitting jeans. He wore converse and black bracelets on his wrist.

Wow. When he cleans up, he's pretty hot. Wait! What? What am I thinking?!

"What are you staring at?"

Naruto looked down at the floor before looking back at the boy. He couldn't possibly look at his eyes directly. They were just...so intense. His eyes weren't like Sasuke's. Sasuke's obsidian glare was always full of lust. His eyes just looked as if they were full of hate. Hatred towards the world.

"Nothing." Naruto said simply.
After a few more minutes of awkward silence, Gaara spoke again. "Who are you?"
"Me?" Naruto asked.

"No, the couch."

Naruto laughed. "I'm Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki." Naruto held out his hand, as a greeting.
Gaara just stared at it.

Naruto smiled nervously before collecting his hand.
"I'm...Gaara."
"Y-Yes, I know. You're Temari's youngest brother right?"
"I'm not that young. You're probably a year older."
"Oh really? And how old do you think I am?"
"I'll give it that you're about 20 years old."
"And you're younger?"
Gaara simpered. "Yes."

Naruto hadn't really had time to notice, but Gaara had edged closer to him. He leaned over Naruto slightly, staring right into Naruto's cerulean eyes.

"I...find you... attractive Naruto Uzumaki."

Naruto's eyes widened. He inched backward, knocking a glass of wine off the table. He gulped. In this situation, Gaara was the hungry, hungry cat. And Naruto was the canary.

"You're clumsy." Gaara stated.
Naruto laughed uneasily. "Um yeah, that tends to happen a lot."
The doorbell rung.
Gaara's lips ghosted Naruto's.

"I-I think I have to go get that." Naruto stuttered.

Isn't he...well nervous? Or self concious? We're sitting in a living room full of people, including the people I'll have to see on Monday. And the days of the week to follow. He's so...open. Like Sasuke.

Gaara shook his head. "Let someone else do that."
Gaara's warm breath danced on Naruto's bottom lip. It sent chills down Naruto's spine, and it screamed a name in his head.

EARTH TO NARUTO! REMEMBER THAT SEX-CRAZED MANIAC? SASUKE! SASUKE!

Naruto's breathing ceased.

Please don't let him kiss me. Someone up there, please don't let him kiss me.

Gaara's lips were now touching his, just barely.
"What the hell?!"

Speak of the devil himself.

Naruto's eyes adverted from Gaara's gaze to Sasuke standing at the door, Ino beside him.
Gaara looked past his shoulder.
"You know him?" Gaara asked Naruto huskily.
Naruto couldn't talk. He couldn't even breathe. He just nodded.
Abide to the rules Naruto. Abide. That's what society expected. No one around them had seemed to notice the whole scene that began to unwrap itself. They kept drinking, smoking, and chatting. No one was fazed out at the fact that Gaara was about to kiss Naruto. Or already did.

Gaara sat down, getting off of Naruto.
Sasuke had grabbed Naruto's hand, tugging him off the couch and out the door.

Gaara grinned, before taking a sip of vodka.

"Sasuke!" Ino called. She held his jacket on her arm along with her own. "Sasuke! Sasuke, where are you going?!"

Kankurou took the jacket away from Ino. "I'll put it away. I suggest you grab a few drinks. It's going to be a long night."