Even now, I apologize for screwing up the order of chapters by forgetting to sneak the intro before the first chapter. I hope you guys didn't freak out or hate me from then on. Peace.

Anyway, here's the third chapter, guys! And Kankuro's back!

Kankuro: I thought I was free to go. –sulks-

Me: As long as I'm breathing, you're staying here with me. Say, where were you, anyway?

Kankuro: I got the nerve to cut the leash off of my neck then run. Next thing I knew, I'm wearing girl's clothes inside a tennis court with a hillbilly girl laughing at me and calling me 'Marjorie'.

Me: Freaky. Well, you learned your lesson, right?

Kankuro: I guess it's: If you're going to try to escape, make sure you don't pass out as you're escaping.

Me: Whatever. On with the story!

Kankuro: What?! You made another crappy story? Nooo!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

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Chapter Three:

"DemonFalcon"

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To: 1010kunoichi

From: DemonFalcon

Subject: Good Day to You, Tenten.

Yo.

DemonFalcon here. You know, what is it with us seniors and this crappy grad ball anyhows? I means it isn't illegal to go to the prom or to the damned ball without a date, right? I'm right. Yes, right. Never wrong, that's coz, nigga.

Anyways, ferget getting a date, that's what im sayin. U know? It's a waste of precious time. I means we're already graduating in a week's time and u go stressing urself to get a date. Well majority of the cats in school are jerks. Hear me! Konoha High's men are jerks!

They'd poke ur ass during the slow dance, yea.

So why not just chill out, go 2 the nearest pancake house and go get one of those tempting waffles with the chocolate syrup and peanut butter on top along with the calorie-stacked whipped butter and the honey. Gotta love the honey, honey.

Just telling u to stop fussin and get those stress lines off yer forehead. Wouldn't want to have those wrinkles on ur lovely forehead meh? Hang with your friends on grad ball, have some inedible cake, some bland punch and have a good time.

Oh and Ten? Prince charming isn't that far. Tellin ya.

--DF--

What the hell is this? Who the frig is this DemonFalcon dope? Where'd he get my personal e-mail address (Only my closest friends know this address. Anyone else knew my e-mail to be tenten.is.not.a.sissy.)? And why is he telling me to go get a waffle?

"Who is this guy?" I yelled frustrated, "He's got more grammar mistakes than the batch clown in a rush." I am absolutely positive that I've got no idea who DemonFalcon could be.

"Sick," Neji muttered, giving off a sneer, "You might have a hell of a stalker, Tenten."

Stalker? Oh, gawd, no. I grabbed Neji by the collar and shook him in a panic, "I can't have a stalker! I can't, I can't! I've got a horrible, horrible phobia on that and you know it! Get me a new account and a new name now!"

"Calm down!" Neji slapped some sense into me, bringing my shoulders down to make me chill. He waited for me to rub the worried look on my face before he continued, "For all we know, maybe it's just a fluke. A fake. Or a part of some batch mate's joke. You know…?"

Neji is finally making sense. Maybe it's just the computer expert transfer student, Temari, playing another prank on me. Good one. But what if it is real? But, hey, if this DemonFalcon isn't joking around with me, it's kinda… cool. I like what he's saying. He's like a… prophet?

"Who do you think it is?" I asked Neji, rereading the e-mail, "Do you think with that last line over there, he wants to take me to the ball?"

"Stop casting delusions, Tenten," he grumbled, inspecting the e-mail yet again, "First you go thinking he's a stalker now you think he's asking you to the ball by giving you annoyingly-wrong messages? Load of crap, man."

I just rolled my eyes and explained, "Well, whether it's a joke or not, we might as well go along. If it is a joke, the joker will be satisfied if we just answer the damn e-mail. If it's real, then I'll get a benefit, right?" Great, I got Neji's no-sense virus.

"Sure, whatever." Neji mumbled, clicking the reply button, "But if it is a stalker, I gotta say you told yourself so but you still didn't listen."

Well, something told me that he isn't a stalker. I just hope I'm right.

Neji opened a new, blank e-mail and asked me as he leaned back, "So, what're you going to tell your 'secret admirer'?"

"Just write 'I get you. Like what you think. Talk to me. 1010.'" I said, also instructing him to write the text in blue Garamond font since it's my trademark. I can't believe we actually decided to get along with this internet stranger. Well, whoever he or she is, I'll just play along, I guess.

"You're sending the dude phrases?" Neji snickered, knowing how dismal this is getting, "Why bother?"

Yeah, why do I bother? Okay, I'm delusional again as I admit this: Who knows? Maybe he'll be my soul mate. Maybe he is! We'd go to the ball together and end this vain date search of mine. After the ball, we'll never get separated ever again! Nice…

As Neji sent the e-mail, he questioned me, "Do you think it's Lee?"

"Gawd, no. Lee's the last person."

"What made you think that?"

"DemonFalcon isn't writing in lame poetry lines."

"That's the point. Maybe Lee is concealing his identity by changing his writing style."

"I see."

"But, hey, it's definitely not me, okay?"

"I know, I know."

"And I also don't know who he is, okay?" Neji tried to make that very clear by emphasizing each word. He hated it when he gets accused wrongly, believe me.

"Got your point already." I growled, batting his head with my palm once again. And there, as he placed his laptop onto the coffee table in front of us, he just sighed and suddenly asked, "So, next victim is…?"

I shrugged and muttered, "Dunno. Besides, I'm the girl. Shouldn't I wait for the right guy to ask me out? This isn't the Sadie Hawkins Dance, you know." Gawd, that dance had the worst memories planted in my head.

Sadie Hawkins made Neji fume and chuckle at the same time, though. Fume because a lot of girls asked him out and he turned all of them down. Chuckle because I asked him to the Sadie Hawkins Dance. It wasn't anything personal, actually. Just wanted to clown around as it is.

"Ask Gaara out." Neji suggested once again, "He's quiet, right? He's single. He's an okay guy, I guess and he's one of those exchange students. I don't really care about him but he might say yes to you."

Yeah, he might. Gaara looks like a baby panda and no one can resist pinching his cheeks. The tattoo on his head didn't make him look like a gangster unlike his brother. In fact, his pout makes a million girls squeal in delight. Might as well try my luck on him.

"Neji, what's wrong with me?" I asked out of the blue. I just wanted to ask. "How come Sasuke and Shino turned me down? I know they both had girls to take, but I bet they might've just said that so I wouldn't ask again. Why? What's with me?"

I slouched on his couch and propped my feet up onto the coffee table and sighed as he explained the horrid truth to me, "I guess it's just coz you're the batch sissy… or maybe it's because they don't know you that well yet."

That's it! They don't know me well yet!

"Neji, do me a favor."

"What is it?"

"You can buy concert tickets online, right?"

"Yeeeaaah…"

"Get me five for the Metallica concert tomorrow night."

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"Five tickets. Pick them up tomorrow morning in the ticket booth outside the concert venue, says here. I paid for it all already so no need to think of the fees." Neji said over the phone, typing in a speedy motion and then finally punching the enter button with a loud click.

I grinned happily and exclaimed, typing on my own PC, "Thanks so much, Neji! I owe you one!"

"No problem. I gotta go, Tenten. I have to escort Hinata to a pre-grad party in fifteen minutes. Sorry I can't stay so long." Unbelievable that up till now, Neji is still Hinata's 'nanny'. And there, he hung up.

As I put my phone down, I lifted the blinds on my bedroom window and found fresh raindrops sparkling on the glass. Gawd, I hate the rain. It makes things feel sticky or humid and it makes me uncomfortable. As I lowered the blinds once again, I thought my plan over.

Even though Gaara's part of the choir, he's loving Metallica, like his brother Kankuro. So, I got five tickets to the concert: One for him, one for Kankuro since I'm sure he'll be coming, one for me, one for Neji (I can't go without him!) and one for Temari (I'm sure she'll be guarding her sibs).

During that period of time, the five of us will get acquainted with each other and the chance of getting a date with Gaara to the grad ball will be higher. I am so good.

Then, a chime came out of my PC. An IM came out… from DemonFalcon.

My jaw dropped and I bet my eyes almost fell out. DemonFalcon, the same guy who e-mailed me, sent me an IM?! He's online and he knows I'm online, too.

DemonFalcon: 1010 hi.

As quickly as I could, I changed my status to Invisible, hoping he'd leave me alone. But, no luck. He sent another IM:

DemonFalcon: ur invi. y?

Okay, so I got myself into this mess anyway. If I hadn't answered to his e-mail and changed names and moved to another town, I wouldn't be having to talk to him or her or it. So, I sent back an IM.

1010kunoichi: DemonFalcon.

DemonFalcon: pretty shy for a fly.

1010kunoichi: ?

DemonFalcon: i c u dnt like d ball anyweis.

1010kunoichi: Yeah. Who are you?

He didn't answer.

1010kunoichi: But you know me?

DemonFalcon: yup yup tenten

1010kunoichi: Are you in Konoha High?

DemonFalcon: senior

1010kunoichi: Prove it.

I need to be judgmental. I can't trust him just yet. What is he is a stalker? But it's pretty stupid of me to be actually talking to him.

1010kunoichi: Well?

DemonFalcon: ur batch sissy.

1010kunoichi: Everyone knows that. Any other proof?

DemonFalcon: u like uchiha meh.

Okay, fine, he's got that right.

1010kunoichi: I'm not convinced. One more proof.

DemonFalcon: well ur hot. :D

Automatic blush over there.

1010kunoichi: Still not convinced.

DemonFalcon: ur loss.

1010kunoichi: Why'd you send that e-mail to me anyway?

No response.

1010kunoichi: Did you want to tell me something and was just giving off mixed messages?

Still no response. This is getting stupid.

1010kunoichi: Well, just wanna say that we share the same perspective at the Ball. Going?

DemonFalcon: going stag.

1010kunoichi: Why?

Again, he didn't answer. Then, minutes flew by. He's still online but he's not sending any IMs and I'm just staring back at the screen. Definitely, thirty minutes have passed and both of us were silent. But, finally, he said:

DemonFalcon: nyt.

Then, he went offline. Strange guy. Freaks me out a little but I have to tell Neji. Lee's the last to know. Talking to this guy is like co-writing impassive poetry.

As I logged off, I lazily pushed away from the computer and fell onto my bed behind me. I breathed in as I stared back at the blank ceiling. The rain kept on getting harder outside. I swear that if the rain falls tomorrow night, that's gonna be a bad omen.

And there, tired and frustrated, I closed my eyes and gently drifted to sleep.

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There you go. Getting weird, but I promise that it'll be better soon. The next chapter will be posted soon. And please answer the poll in my profile. It's also for the story. Thanks!

Kankuro: Story's not sappy but it stinks.

Me: Thank you for the encouragement –sarcastic-.