Author's Note: Ayyy. So here is chapter three of our story. I hope you all enjoy it, took a bit of time to edit it from the utter piece of crap it used to be. Ha. Also, I've decided that before I post chapter four I'd like at least FIVE REVIEWS! Yes. That's right; I'm going to require an amount of reviews in order for you all to see an utterly and completely awesome moment of evil fluff in chapter five.

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In front of them now stood two boys, about their age or a year or two older. One had messy black hair that stuck up in the back; his eyes were a stunning onyx colour. So dark that if felt as though the two girls might get lost in their depth. The other had slightly messy crimson hair that just above his eyes, where it looked as if he lacked any eyebrows. Pale jade orbs stared at the two girls blankly, barely a flicker of emotion passing as he regarded them with little interest. The boy now known as "the chicken haired one", courtesy of Hotaru, looked down at them in anger.

"It might help if you kept your eyes open when you walk." He said in a deep, cold voice.

As soon as the words left his pale lips, Hotaru felt a flare of anger wash over her. Furrowing her dark brows at him, she took a small step forward and glared.

"Us?! Oh boy, I know you're not talking about us. Maybe if your head wasn't shoved so far up your ass, you would have seen us coming," Hotaru retorted angrily, her small hands planting themselves firmly to her hips as she took yet another small step forward. By now she was little over two feet from him, her head tilting up slightly to look at his face. It was then that she realized just how much taller than her he was, she barely reached his shoulder.

"And what if I am, Shorty?" he taunted.

An offended look crossed her face and she looked back at Sakura, who was now standing next to the handsome red head Hotaru so affectionately referred to as 'red' or 'lobster'. "Did Mr. I have a chicken ass for hair just call me a shorty?"

Sakura bit the inside of her lip to stop a smirk from covering her lips, replying in a strained voice "Uhm, yeah. I'm afraid he did Taru."

"Oh really?! Well it is so on now Chicken Ass!" Hotaru told him with raised eyebrows, reaching up and trying to pull off her earrings...which weren't there.

"What the hell?! Where in the name of snow cones did my earrings go?" The black haired girl asked loudly, looking to the ground and patting her entire body as she began to look for her earrings, completely forgetting about her "fight".

-Ahem-

Hotaru looked up at Sakura who was trying to hide the grin that was forming on her face. Obviously this attempt failed. The look on the black haired girl's face was too priceless.

"Taru, I hate to tell you this but, you've never had your ears pierced in your life." The grin that Sakura had been trying to suppress was now spread across her face.

Hotaru gave a dead pan expression.

"And you tell me this now!" She threw her hands in the air and immediately began to make a scene, a half formed plan already taking form in her head.

Hotaru suddenly let herself fall dramatically to the floor and placed her hands over her face. Loud sobbing noises came from behind the pale fingers, her small body started to curl into a small ball on the floor as she began to mumble things about ungrateful boys who you think love you but then break your heart.

A crowd had started to gather around the four teens, whispers spread like wildfire among the people about the hysterical girl on the floor. The two handsome boys looked confused and uncomfortable while Sakura wore a rather amused look.

After a few more minutes of Hotaru's act, an older woman walked over to her and gently patted her shoulder. Wispy gray hair and a gaudy flowered dress made her look like some stereo-typical grandma from movies.

"Are you alright there, youngin'?" she asked on her old, raspy voice.

Hotaru looked up at the woman with a tear stained face, letting her lower lip tremble a bit before she launched herself at the elder woman and began crying into her shoulder. Hotaru took a quick glance up at the black haired boy and smirked to herself. Sending him a small wink and burying her head further into the woman's powdery smelling shoulder.

"M-my boyfriend j-just broke up with me 'cause I-i told him he g-got me…PREGNANT!" she yelled the last part loudly, making sure everyone heard her and adding a completely over the top wail of sorrow leave her lips. The whole thing was completely ridiculous, but the dark haired girl seemed to have the entire crowd eating out of the palm of her devious little fingers. Perfect.

At the confession a shocked look swam over the elderly woman's face.

"Well I never! That boy should be ASHAMED of himself! Tell me deary, who is this misfit?" she asked Hotaru kindly, a fire raging in her light blue eyes.

Hotaru lifted her head up weakly and looked around the crowd of people. Finally spotting the tall, black haired boy, she smirked at him. A look of recognition and then panic crossed his face. Mouthing the words "Don't you dare!" he sent her a glare. Hotaru just smiled a sickeningly sweet smile at him.

Carefully lifting her hand, she pointed at him and said in a loud voice, "It's him! He's the one who did this to me!" With that she began to cry hysterically once more.

Again, Sakura looked amused and this time the red head looked the same. "Chicken hair" on the other hand looked like someone just shot him. Mouth hanging open, eyes wide…oh, and did I mention around 200 complete strangers furious at him? Oh, yeah…he didn't look like he was shot, no, it looked like he wanted to be shot.

The crowd of people began to throw angry insults at him in a torrent, causing other people in the airport to stop and watch the scene. The old woman who was talking to Hotaru stood up, taking Hotaru by her side wiping her eyes.

"You, young man, need to apologize to this beautiful and kind young woman! Then you're going to help her take care of your child, do you understand?" she scolded him. A thin and boney finger was being pointed at him threateningly as she finished.

He looked up at Hotaru to see her smirking face. He then saw the old woman lightly push Hotaru towards him. The girl stumbled forward slightly before she caught herself, sauntering the rest of the way over to him with a smug look on her face. When she was right in front of him she leaned in and whispered softly, "She wants us to hug and make-up. Probably even see a kiss."

Glaring down at her small form he replied with a snarl, "There's no way in hell I'd give you a hug, let alone a kiss. Who knows what disease you have, for all I know you could have fucking rabies you little monster."

"Awwh, but you know you wanna, it'd be worth the risk…Sasuke." She told him with a pout.

Looking down at her again, his face contorted to a startled expression as he demanded how she knew his name.

"Ahh, and that my dear is a secret…" She looked down at her hand and his eyes followed. Widening when they saw what was held in her palm, he quickly looked back up at her. Eyes narrowing in anger

"Thief! I can't believe you stole my passport!" he whispered harshly, reaching out to grab her shoulder a tad too rough.

Ignoring the slight sting of pain and pushing down a wince, Hotaru pulled on an innocent face and muttered, "Oh, now I wouldn't call it stealing, per say…just merely…borrowing." She grinned up at him, letting him know she was enjoying this very much. A little too much for his tastes.

Smiling even wider, Hotaru glanced over to the expectant crowd and looked back to Sasuke. "I'll give it back if you just "make-up" with me, Sasuke." Pausing for a moment, she quickly added, "I promise."

The boy in question thought this over for a few minutes, letting al the possibilities play out in his head until a dark smirk of his own crossed his face. Tilting his head to the side, a few stray strands of black hair fell into his equally dark eyes, which were glinting at her in a strange way.

"Fine. You want me to "make-up" with you? Then I will." He told her with a purr, slipping his hand down her arm and around her waist, drawing her small frame close to his own body. Smirking at the way her gray eyes went wide at the sudden contact and how her mouth fell open just slightly. This was totally not in her plan at all.

What had she gotten herself into?

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Author's Note: Ahahaha! Cliff hanger. Again, I know I'm evil and twisted, but you all love it and you know it.

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Until next time.

Arii.