The long oak table stood held about seven feet between the two men who were eating breakfast in silence. The table they were at was large enough to fit at least four more people, but the two just sat at the ends, not making eye contact. This was a normal morning for them.
The eldest was fully dressed in a classy yet casual outfit, as if he was about to leave the house. And indeed he was, planning to head out to the new business central station that had brought them to live here. He was going to give an important business meeting, and he needed to find out how each of his new employees would act about their duties.
The other male was dressed in a pair of dark gray sleep pants with little beetles printed onto the pattern in white. His hair was a mess, and his now uncovered eyes stared down at the plate before him, picking out certain pieces of food at a time. He was barely awake even though it was seven thirty -his normal time to start the day-, but he hadn't slept all too well last night. Must have been from the new surroundings.
"Shino."
The name was stated so suddenly, that the teenager looked up quickly, the rich, dark brown eyes going wide with surprise (although, oddly enough his expression didn't change one bit), then laced over with confusion. "Yes?" Shino questioned, setting his fork down.
"I am going to go out to the office. Feel free to wander about, and possibly get to know some neighbors. But first, please be presentable." Shibi told him in an instructive tone, and motioned to his son's sleep attire. Shino gave a small nod, and gazed back down to his food.
"I do know that this move isn't a very pleasant one. But I would like you to cheer up somewhat. You don't seem yourself." The elder Aburame commented before taking a small drink of the last of his orange juice. His own hidden eyes - behind a pair of dark sunglasses that had a small beaded red string dangling off one side - were locked on Shino.
"I'm fine. Father, please don't be worried. Why? Because I'll be just like I've always been. It's just a new experience and I will get used to it." He paused, and took a bite of pancake that he had barely touched. After swallowing, he pointed to the clock with his fork. "You will be late if you don't get going now. No need to make a bad impression as the head of an important company, correct?"
Shibi gave a twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I'll be home at around seven." He said, standing up with his plate in his hand. He walked to the kitchen, washed it off, as set it in the dishwasher. He paused to grab a brief case, walking to the door to leave.
"Shino, there is a girl standing out here, and she just asked for you." Shibi called out, and Shino jumped a bit. 'That must be Hinata...'
"Tell her that I should be out momentarily and to wait in the living room." He replied, standing up. He headed up towards the stairs, but realizing he had forgotten his plate, Shino walked back over quickly, scraping it off before repeating what his father had already done. Once that was over, it was clear to head upstairs and get normal clothes on and seem presentable.
Once in his room, he gave a soft breath. He had already unpacked his things, shelves of books and glass containers lined one wall, a desk against the other. Notebooks, a pencil tin, and a sketch pad were neatly laid across the desk top, and a small plastic biome sat on the corner. Inside was a rare species of cricket called a Mole Cricket that his father had collected while in Britain. Shino kept it as a companion like most would keep a fish or a hermit crab.
His bed was diagonal from his bedroom door, and it was a circular frame with two pillows, black sheets and a dark green comforter. Though, it was unmade and the blankets scattered about seeming how he hadn't exactly planned on having company so early. Shino ran a hand through his messy hair, he glanced over to his mirror, frowning at the reflection that showed back. The surprisingly well build figure of his pale upper body, his loose pants that barely clung to his hips, revealing the waistband of his black briefs. He walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans, and a long sleeved gray shirt.
Shino rubbed deodorant under his arms, and pulled his shirt on over his head. He then slid off the pajama pants, folding them neatly and placed them on the end of his bed, replacing them with his jeans. Once satisfied with that, the ran a brush through his hair, working it back into it's normal style. Chocolate eyes stared back at their reflection for a moment, emotions swimming in them.
The teen had once read that eyes were the spyglass right into one's soul. Not that he believed that kind of thing, but he was half glad he wore his goggle like glasses. They were...somewhat of a perception due to a special condition that ran in his family that caused them to have light sensitive eyes. That got through to the school, and as long as the teachers were sure he wasn't asleep (though he wouldn't ever do so), he was able to wear them.
Once he felt that he was presentable to leave his room, he headed down the stairs, hands in his jeans pockets. His brows were knit together, giving the impression of being deep within thought. The dark haired boy wondered what Hinata could want with him; more or less wanted to know why she was in his home. He barely knew her.
"H-hello Shino!" The girl greeted as he showed up in the living room. He raised his hand in greeting, acknowledging her greeting.
"Hello, Hinata. May I ask why you're here?" He sat down on one of the arm chairs, looking at the girl. She was slim, but not way skinny. Nicely proportioned, wide, pupilless hazy violet eyes and long, raven hair. She was a very shy girl, and one could tell that through the way she dressed; all long clothing and a hoodie zipped up to the top, light colored tennis shoes, and the fact that her hair was cut so it would be in her face was a dead give away as well.
"Oh!" She seemed surprised by his straightforwardness, and flushed embarrassedly, dipping her head forwards so that the hair that framed her face was in the way of her vision. "I'm sorry! I was, well, Uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party tonight?"
Shock crossed Shino's face for a few milliseconds. Him? At a party?! What nonsense was this? Who would even want him there in the first place? "..." He knew Hinata was only trying to be nice, and he knew that it would be rude to turn her down. But what would he even do there? Sit like a wall flower, most likely.
"...If you really want me to go, I guess I will." He said, choosing his words carefully. 'Father will be pleased to hear that I'm getting out of house and acting like what he would call 'a normal teenager'. But I don't think that this will be a very good idea at all...Why? Because I have no right to head to some party when the only person who I know by face and name just randomly asked me to.' He thought to himself, and his inner self shook his head.
Hinata perked up a bit, and she smiled. "Here! I wrote down the address for you before I came over. I-I hope that's okay-"
"It's fine. Thank you." Shino took the slip of paper she handed him. It had an address and a time written down on it. '9:00? Hm. Is that early for a party? I haven't a clue.' He thought, but looked up at Hinata. They talked for a little longer before the bug enthusiast showed the shy business heiress to the door.
"I'll see you tonight, Shino!" She called, and waved. He lifted a hand in return, and twitched his fingers in a goodbye fashion.
"See you later, Hinata."
It was early afternoon, and Kiba had already started to drink as he set up for the party tonight. Now, don't get him wrong, he wasn't an alcoholic. He didn't drink very often, but when he did, he got so smashed that he wouldn't even be able to remember his own name. And normally with just starting out, he didn't drink anything hard. Just a beer or two, the hard stuff like the vodka and liquor would have to wait until nine to be poured down his throat.
With that being said, he tipped the bottle back a bit and downed some of the liquid before pulling the speakers up to sit on their stand by the tv in the living room. His mom was out if town for some vet (they were the town's only veterinary clinic) convention in Ohio or somewhere, so he had the house all to himself. Perfect party timing, no?
He heard the door open, and he glanced over his shoulder as he downed the last of his beer. It was Naruto. "Hey man!" Kiba called out, and turned to him. "Mind helping me over here?" He motioned to the speakers he was trying to set up on his own. The whiskered boy trotted over to his best friend, and nodded. "Sure thing, dude." He replied, and helped him hoist the large amplifier into place.
"So," Kiba started after they had finished their task. "You invite that boyfriend of yours?" He was probably the only other person to know about Naruto's little relationship besides his guardian Iruka whats-his-face. He hadn't been one to remember anyones' parents' names, adoptive or not. Though satisfaction crossed over the dog boy's mind as he saw the blonde give a little flush and a huffy look.
"Yeah. It'll take him a while to get here though. He lives in that over the top ridiculous Suna city or whatever." Naruto replied, and pouted a little bit as he watched the wolffish grin curl at Kiba's lips. "Dude, seriously, knock it off. You're creeping me out and making me wish I never told you!"
Kiba continued to hover over his blonde friend, gloating in his knowing like a small child who knows a secret about their parent that the other doesn't know. "If you guys are gonna do the dirty please don't bash asses in my room.~" He teased, which earned him a growl from the other, and the beginning of a game of Cat and Mouse in which Kiba was the mouse, Naruto the fuming cat.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Uncle! Uncle!" Kiba howled out as he was furiously being tickled on the ground, a devious Uzumaki above him. The brunette's legs flailed, and his arms were pinned up above his head. "I said I'm sorry! Lemme gooooo!" He yelled, and finally, after one good last few milliseconds of sweet tickle-revenge, Naruto got off him.
"Tch. What about you? Have you asked Hinata out yet?" Naruto asked, and lay down next to Kiba on the ground. The red tattoos on the tanned male's cheeks started to blend in with his skin.
"No. She's so into you she won't even notice me..."
"Friendzone."
"Shut up!"
"Friendzone! Friendzone!" Naruto started chanting as he got up on his feet, jumping behind a chair to hide from Kiba; who's face was turning red with anger now.
"Friendzone, friendzone, friendzone, FRRRRIIIIIEEEEENNNNDDZOOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEE!"
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you if you don't shut the hell up! You just wait! Tonight'll be the night I hook up with her!" Kiba kicked his shoe off at Naruto, who yelped as it hit his chest; leaving a nice dusty gray mark on his black tank-top.
"Whatever you say, Kiba. I'll bet you money that you won't hook up with anyone, let alone Hinata." Kiba started to open his mouth to speak, but Naruto stopped him. "No, Ino doesn't count."
"Goddammit, Naruto. You just wait and see. I'm gonna get some ass and you're gonna be sitting there as dumb as a rock!"
"Harsh, man."
"Shuddap and help me finish this shit." Kiba stalked off to the kitchen to get the alcohol and snacks set out for tonight. The party was only a few hours away, and he was so ready to finally see the day he was going to get with Hinata. Although even his brain told him that wasn't a possibility while she was so soaked up on Naruto.
Squooshy's note: Yes. I failed at the first chapter. I'm trying so hard now. I'm going to make everything better with the POV's. I promise. ;-; And to those who are waiting for my KakaIru story to update, I'm going to get started on that right after I post this chapter!