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Chapter two: Party

Today was that party thing my brother and his boyfriend decided to throw. I'm not too excited, really. The end result is usually a house full of either hammered or horny people. Sometimes both. I usually take this opportunity to sleep in the car. Unless I get lucky, which stopped happening years ago.

After a none-so-eventful morning, I made my way to my brother's mansion to help him prepare for the party. This was something I had to do every time they decide to throw a party. Always. I set everything up myself; he has sex with his boyfriend upstairs. Knowing them, they usually don't come downstairs until everyone starts drinking. So why do I bother with this stuff? If you had a brother even half as scary as mine, you would too.

I pressed the doorbell since my brother doesn't trust me enough to give me a key. Very typical of him, his current boyfriend didn't even get a key until their third anniversary. Though I've been his sister for, lets see… forever, I'm just not special enough.

A few muffled whining cries later, the door slowly opened.

"Temari," came my brother's usual bored greeting. I used to think he was antisocial… until he started bringing home hoards of boys. That was before I moved out. Before I could reply however, a new face greeted me. I raised a brow as he stared at me with huge puppy eyes.

"Uwaah! You must be Gaara-chan's sister!" He said, sounding like a little kid meeting "Santa" for the first time. I only managed a slight nod before he grabbed my arm and led me towards the living room. I turned my head to see Gaara trailing behind us boredly after locking the door.

"Come, Gaara-chan's nee-san! Let us discuss the greatness of youth together!" He cried rather loudly, twirling himself around the living room in only a pair of green boxers. This is quite a sight. I haven't seen something as amusing as this since Kankuro tried to teach Gaara tap-dancing. I shot my brother a disbelieving look, but he only sighed.

"Lee, stop that," he said rather coldly. As soon as he said it, Gaara was rewarded with huge puppy eyes and pouting lips. Wow, that boy has one hell of a guilt thing going on, not to mention some killer reflexes. Sighing again, he made his way over to the raven-haired boy. I watched as he whispered something in his ear then giving him a quick kiss. I almost laughed as Lee blushed ten shades of red. He ran his hand through Lee's messy black hair before giving him a slight smile.

Let me tell you, Gaara smiling is like a sunrise, except better. It's extremely hard to see, but very beautiful, yet it disappears quickly. I've only seen him smile a few times in my life. And laughing is just… well the day he bursts out laughing is the day everyone, including me, decides skinheads are the way to go. I'd rather die than shave my head. Trust me, a lot of time and money went to my hair.

"Come." Quietly I followed him to his study. He became a fashion designer after ending his life of crime. Apparently, it was his secret passion since he was a kid. And don't get me wrong, 'cause he was quite talented. But no one would expect someone like him would design women's fashion. After I found out, both Kankuro and I became ten times as picky with our clothes. I guess we never really noticed when he glared at us twice as hard when our outfit was to his distaste.

Gaara looked at me with the same deep green eyes I had. Nervously, I picked up a pen and started twirling it around my fingers. Yes, nervously. Sure he's three years younger than me, but even my older brother, Kankouro, fears him. He's got the temper of a thousand raging bulls. Seriously. He knew I would have something to say concerning his green-boxered puppy. He kept silent, indicating that I should initiate the conversation. Or as much as a conversation gets considering it's Gaara here.

I kept silent for a while, trying my hardest to pick out the right words.

"So…uh…what happened to that blonde idiot?" One look from him and I knew that trying my hardest wasn't enough. But then again, there really isn't a better way to ask a question like that. Fortunately, the look he gave me faded back to its neutral state quickly. He's taking this better than I thought.

"He cheated on me with some other antisocial bastard," he replied smoothly. I merely nodded. He cheated on him with "some other antisocial bastard"? I guess he knows he's not exactly talkative. Then again, who can be more of an emo-kid than my brother?

Of course, I knew about Gaara's ex-boyfriend. He was a fellow fashion designer as well, but he designed men's undergarments. He was some loudmouth blonde kid with a seemingly endless supply of energy. Sure he was annoying, with that being an understatement, he was quite cute as well. I heard he's on the city's most d gay men list. I can see why, with those kinky whisker-like scars. Who wouldn't want a pet like that?

"Do—," I started. Apparently he read my mind and quickly continued.

"Naruto had sex with one of the models and continued seeing him afterwards behind my back." Ouch. That's why you don't date a gay man who designs men's lingerie, little brother!

I knew I was swimming in dangerous waters, but my curiosity got the better of me. My brother is actually one of the sweetest guys I know around here. Plus, he's quite a looker. Who could be better than this sexy, sweet redhead? I know I'm saying a lot of stuff about my brother. And no, I don't have a complex. It's just that, c'mon, everyone's hot in our family.

"So who's this oh-so-great model?" I asked quickly.

"Uchiha Sasuke." He replied simply.

My heart stopped for a second. Wow, who knew one of the top ten hottest models was gay. He's every teen's dream come true, with his unruly raven hair and dark onyx eyes. Unfortunately, you'll land within seconds of falling into those eyes. Meaning, yeah he's definitely an anti-social bastard. But he's hot. And god, with that little blonde kitten…

I let myself imagine for a few seconds.

Damn… Two words: That's hot.

"So where'd you get this new puppy then?" I asked, remembering the raven-haired boy outside the door.

"Found him in a cardboard box in an alley on a rainy day," he said in monotone.

Now that…was unexpected.

"No, seriously." I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, but seeing it's Gaara, he probably wasn't

"Actually, that's about right."

"Wow Gaara, how the hell do you get yourself into these things…" Gaara smirked at my rhetorical question.

"He left home after his third foster parent. Lee's been on the street for a couple of days before I took him in," He paused, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips, "Since the day I found him, he's been like this. With all his youth talk and stuff. His smile had always been there as well as his unbreakable spirit."

I giggled, seeing the look on my brother's face. He seemed even happier than he'd been with Naruto. Who knew a tough cookie like him could be so easily moved by a single puppy? But then again, this funny little thing called love can change anyone. Hah. Like hell I'd know. I've had a billion boyfriends, but I've never been as lovesick as my brother. Gee, who would've thought?

"Last question. How long have you been with him now?" I asked curiously, gay relationships are just so interesting. At this, Gaara's smile grew bigger. This was something I haven't seen since Naruto, and even then it wasn't this big. This is one of those picture perfect Kodak moments. Damn, if I had a camera, think about all the pocket change I can make!

"Does it matter? I bet it's been forever, I wouldn't know. Well let's not keep Lee waiting." Ah, the true words of a lovesick gay man in love.

Once Gaara opened the door, he was tackled down to the floor by a half naked blur. Good thing I decided to remain seated because Gaara and his blur literally flew across the study's nice cleaned carpeted floors.

"Ah Gaara-chan! I missed you so much! Come! We must not let our youth go to waste! To the bedroom!" And just like that the half naked blur and my brother ran out the door. That was my cue to get everything ready. Fuck, tell me why I came early again? I still have three hours before the partygoers start arriving.

I had just managed to clear off one of the tables in the dining room when the doorbell rang. It was still early so it couldn't have been the guests. If it was a door-to-door salesman, I swear I will pound his or her face in.

I opened the door to see nothing but the top of a soft pink head. Looking down, I saw a pair of jade green eyes, which seemed to be intimidated by our height differences. I wouldn't blame her. After all I was pretty damn tall. I looked past the top of her head to see a forest green truck, which, from what I could see through blue tinted windows, appeared to be filled with equipment.

"Are you the DJ?" I asked casually. I looked her up and down. No matter how you look at it, she looks more like a Girl Guide selling cookies. How cute.

"Yeah, um… if you don't mind, could you uh…" she started, her eyes trailing off to the truck behind her.

"What? You're expecting me to help you unload your equipment?" Yeah, I sound kind of mean. But c'mon, I'm the one who paid her! Well, Gaara is, but still! Crazy kids these days.

"S-sorry, I kind of…broke the trolley." She stuttered, even more scared than she already was. I sighed, feeling sorry for the poor girl. God, I guess I even have to do the DJ work too. Well, even criminals like me have a heart.

I wordlessly followed her to the back of her truck. She then opened the back of the truck. She stepped back, indicating that I should help myself. Dammit, how bothersome is this?

"Is this how you treat all your customers?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Um, no, actually… most of the time, I have my trolley," she said, her face flushing from embarrassment, "Actually, I just need you to help me move this speaker in. The rest I can handle myself." I nodded staring at the speaker she was pointing to. Of course, it was the biggest one.

I looked at her, then into the truck. Some of the speakers were almost as tall and wide as her. But not wanting to insult her, I just nodded. Besides, it might be fun to watch her struggle. Wow, I sound like such a sadist.

We slowly moved the speaker into the dining room, clearing some chairs and tables as well. Then we went back to get the other one. After that, I just sat back on the leather loveseat in the foyer and watched her run back and forth with sound systems, cables, CD cases, and stuff like that. After about ten minutes, she stood back and looked over her entire set.

"Nice work," I complimented, poking my head into the dining room. We usually use the dining room for parties since it's nice and square. It's also the biggest room in the house, and we had a mini-bar built in it. It's not exactly a dining room after all the renovations we made on it, but more like a mini club. The room is covered with a nice navy blue carpet, except for the middle of the room. We have those kinds of light up flooring for our dance floor. At the end of the dance floor is where Sakura set up her station. I have several speakers set up in the corners of the room, as well as a bar of colourful lights on the ceiling.

Before long the bell on the back door started ringing, signaling the arrival of our cook. She was the only one other than Gaara who had the key to his house, assuming Gaara got his key back from Naruto. Hinata was originally Gaara's cook, but he had set her free for the summer, but she was kind enough to help us with our parties. A party just isn't a party without Hinata-chan's bite-sized sandwiches.

Hyuuga Hinata doesn't work full time. She still has her studies to maintain in order to be top chef. Which, from what she's told us, has always been her dream since she was a kid. I guess it's to follow her father's footsteps. Not exactly an easy thing to do when your father is a world famous gourmet chef. He father, Hyuuga Hiashi is not only a great chef who's appeared in every single food magazine at least twenty times, but also works part-time as a food critic. Hinata told us that no matter how hard she tries, he just loves her little sister more. Poor Hinata just never seems to make her daddy proud. Yeah, I must say, this girl never stays within her own limits. Tough love in the Hyuuga family eh?

"Ah, T-Temari-san! You're here e-early today," she greeted shyly. Despite her hardworking nature, she's as shy as hell. Never once has she stepped out of the kitchen at a party. So I respect her by keeping away unwanted kitchen loiterers most of the time. Yeah I know, I have a heart of gold.

"Well, someone's gotta take care of everything here," I said smiling at the blue-haired girl, "but thanks for helping us again, Hinata."

"U-um, no p-p-problem…" she said, staring at her feet. Then suddenly a pink head popped out from behind the doorframe of the dining room.

"Hinata! Wow, I didn't expect to see you here!" she said running over to give the shy female a hug. Now that was unexpected. Honestly, I never would've thought Hinata has the time for friends. Not to mention the courage to make friends.

"Wait, hold on…" The DJ said before pulling away rather quickly, "I thought I told you to stay home!" I gave them a look of surprise and amusement, which of course, went unnoticed. Hinata started to say something, but was cut off by the pink-haired girl.

"Didn't I tell you this before? Gaara-san gave you the entire summer off so you can relax. But you've been doing nothing but running around working! Again! If people wanted food they can always order take-out or a pizza or something. Even Hiashi-san would hate to see you like this. Okay? Now, I'm not just making assumptions. Neji-san told me you've been working part-time seven days a week in various houses and restaurants. For god's sakes Hinata!" Well, at least I'm not the only one who worries about the poor girl.

Before I can even say anything, the DJ picked the cook up and flung her over her shoulder. Holy shit, this girl was strong. She made her way into the front foyer, walking as if she wasn't carrying a girl almost equal to her size. Yeah I could've said something, but I thought this might be fun to watch. I looked past the thrashing Hinata to see a blonde head bobbing up the steps outside. Oh, this can't be good.

"What the hell? What happened? Is Hinata being kidnapped?" came a singsong voice from behind the DJ. I couldn't see Hinata's face but I'm sure it's very red. I think anyone would be blushing if they were found in a position like this.

"S-Sakura-san put me down…!" She said quietly but as firmly as possible/

Silence spread out amongst us. It was very awkward…to me anyway. Sakura turned around and smiled at me apologetically. I just smirked back, seeing the embarrassed blush spread across her face.

"So…did I come at the wrong time?" Ino said, smirking at Sakura. I leaned on the doorframe, beside this "Sakura" character. Heh, I couldn't have thought of a better name for her. From my spot, I could see the DJ and the blonde's face expressions. That was quite a sight.

Sakura stared at her feet, then muttered, "I'm sorry…"

Sighing, I hooked my index and middle finger to the edge of the DJ's hoodie, slowly pulling her backwards towards the party room. Quickly she turned around and snapped at me for treating her like a puppy. Man, this girl's pretty damn two-faced. But hell, like I should be one to talk.

"Hinata, you can go back to the kitchen. Ino, come help me set-up so you can tell me what the fuck you're doing here. And maybe, just maybe, you can stay for the party."

"Just maybe? Damn Temari, don't I feel loved around here," the blonde said with a roll of her eyes.

She helped me moved in some tables from the storage room and into the party room. Nothing fancy, just something to put the food on.

"So, care to tell me what you're doing here?" I said, unfolding the table legs.

"Actually, wanted to talk to you about someone," Ino said, standing over my bent figure.

"Well this can't be good…so c'mon, who is it? And do you mind helping me flip this thing over?"

"Have you heard of a recent criminal mastermind who calls himself the Phantom?" Ino asked in a deadly serious voice. Ino-san here is a photographer. She takes pictures of anything she can get her hands on, hoping for some good money. She makes some decent bucks for someone still in training. She comes to my bar pretty often, so we're quite close. Speaking of which, I bet she might have some Sasuke and Naruto action in one of the many cameras she has. Damn, I'm willing to pay some pretty good cash for one of those.

"So have you seen a shady character around? 'Cause I heard he disappeared around your bar. If I can get a picture of him, I bet I can make some really good money." She asked, bringing my head out of the gutters.

"I hope you're not suspecting me." I asked skeptically, she giggled. Hey, can't blame me for being paranoid.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's a man. I'd imagine woman thieves wear less baggy clothes," I almost laughed at that, yeah, you just gotta love the breeze when you fly around in fishnets,

"Well if the Phantom was a woman, I think that'd be pretty fucking hot."

"I wonder, which is gayer: my brother or you," I said raising an eyebrow at my own joke. I think I forgot to mention, Ino here is a lesbian. And damn is she proud of it! I think we first started talking after her unsuccessful attempt to get into my pants. But I must admit that was pretty funny.

"Hey! You know you'd want to bang her."

"Nope. Sorry, I don't swing that way."

"That's what they all say. But deep down… you want me," she said with a triumphant grin on her face.

"Oh c'mon, you think everyone wants you."

"And they do!"

"Hm…then…how about a bet?" I challenged with a sly look. I just got a crazy idea in my head. Luckily, Ino was never one back down on a challenge.

"You're on!" As expected, she accepted without a moment's hesitation.

"I'll give you fifty bucks… if you can get into the DJ's pants tonight," I said casually, wearing the most provoking smirk I can manage.

Ino's jaw dropped. Tch, I know she wanted it. Trust me, she'll thank me later.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me! I ca—"

"I thought everyone wanted you, this should be cake. She's just another girl right? I know what a player you are." I laughed, poking her shoulder teasingly.

"B-but—"

"Ino-chan, are you stuttering?"

"N-n-no!

"You gonna play chicken then? Don't forget you've already accepted this challenge!" We bother turned just in time to see Sakura trip over one of the cables she had laid out. Oh man, I'm surprised Ino didn't take her at the doorstep earlier.

"Fine! That's it right?" She tried to sound confident, but her voice slightly wavered.

"That's about it. Except… you have to tell me how she was in bed. And don't forget, you're an awful liar." God I felt like such a mean bitch, but damn! This is going to be fun. Oh yeah, did I mention Ino's blushing? Which is something I have never, ever seen her do. Perhaps this girl is going to end her wild, skirt chasing days. Wow, I think I should congratulate myself.

Fuck, Temari! You're a saint!

In the next ten minutes, Ino and I set up the tables through mindless gossip. After setting up, I looked around to see that Ino's pink target has mysteriously disappeared. Looking around, I saw a pink and blue blur through the dirty window in the door to the kitchen. It was impossible to see what they were up to through that window. So I'm going to get my head out of the gutter, and not make bad assumptions.

Both Ino and I snuck up to the kitchen door. I pressed my ear gently to the door, with Ino behind me waiting for answers.

"Hinata, push…hard," I heard Sakura say exasperatedly.

"…Fault…trying to…" came Hinata's muffled reply. God, they going to need to speak up if they don't want me go ahead and make assumptions.

"Look…force…you're…good…" Holy shit, what the hell are they up to?

"…Love me…take…" That's it, time to break it up! I don't want anyone doing that before the party. I desperately hope they didn't contaminate the food either.

I banged open the swinging door, just in time to see Hinata clinging onto Sakura in an embrace. Fortunately, still fully clothed.

"T-Temari-s-s-san!" Came Hinata's alarmed voice.

"Alright, what happened in here? I thought it would be obvious that sexual intercourse or anything similar to it would not be appropriate in the kitchen."

"W-what the hell are you talking about?" Sakura cried angrily, despite her blushing face.

"Don't play innocent with me, I heard your kinky exchanges!" The two of them stared at me, wide-eyed. Hinata's blush was fiercer than I've ever seen before. A couple of moments passed before that statement sank into their heads.

"Wait…Oh!" Sakura said, her face brightening up in realization. Her features quickly changed from surprised to angry.

"Oh god, what the fuck? I was just telling Hinata here to take a break! And you thought…why the fuck are you eavesdropping anyway?" She demanded.

Suddenly, Ino popped up from behind me, one arm around my shoulder, "Ooh, did someone say 'fuck'?" I rolled my eyes. How typical of Ino to only join in when the topic moves on to sex. I could tell she winked at Sakura by the way her face suddenly went aflame again. Damn, maybe my challenge was too easy.

"Alright whatever, I'm just going to help take these dishes out for Hinata," the DJ said, slipping past us carrying two large plates of sandwiches.

I turned around after hearing a faint 'slap' sound, just in time to see Sakura almost tripping again. I raised an eyebrow at my friend, who was still hanging loosely onto my tall frame.

"What? She has a nice ass."

I rolled my eyes, then looking at my watch. Guests should be here any minute, to my dismay. Let the party begin…


A/N: Kinda discouraged by the number of reviews. But of course, I keep fighting ) This feels more like a filler introduction chapter, i apologize for that. I'm trying to find a way to rake in more reviews. So yeah, this story prolly wont be too long, but it's good practice eh? So R&R