11/12/2011
"Gahhh I am bored can we leave yet." Kiba complained as he slumped back on to the single mattress, Akamaru whined at the foot of the bed.
"Shut up Kiba, I don't want to hear it." Kakashi snapped back from the only other furniture in the room a three-legged chair, which was originally designed as four.
"What's got your knickers in a twist, you miss your lover Naruto." Kiba rather snidely quipped.
Kakashi choosing to ignore it carried on to say " I would be in the tea house now, if I wasn't so afraid of the Hyuga." He glumly complained
"Your scared of Hinata?" The younger man asked surprised, sitting up to judge if the jounin was joking.
"How can you not be with those creepy eye's of her that see through everything." He conceded, whilst madly trying to gesture with his hands, the term 'see through', continuing on to say with more distaste in his tone, "all I am saying is, that maybe they shouldn't of chosen the apple that fell right under the tree, to get all their seeds from, then perhaps, they wouldn't of all ended up crazy."
Kiba scrunched up his face with confusion trying to decipher kakashi's ramblings, it took Akamaru barking a few words of explanation, for realization to dawn.
" Hey!" he said outraged jumping up from the bed, "Hinata's not inbreed, and freaky eyes your one to talk" he exclaimed as he pointed to Kakashi's slanted forehead protector. "You don't even have a matching pair!"
Angrily gathering up his belongings, he stormed to the exit. "I've lost respect for you man, I mean not that I thought that much of you in the first place, but you had done some stuff, and your old and dating one of my best friends, so I cut you some slack, but frankly Naruto could do better." Kiba looked on Kakashi with a mixture of pity and distaste, as he walked out the door, of the shabby hotel room.
"He could not" the jouinin yelled affronted "I mean I am not dating Naruto." Correcting himself, to the already closed door.
Hinata was sandwiched between a tall man with no concept of personal space, and by the smell of him he wasn't too clear on hygiene either. To her other side was a young muscular man perched precariously on the edge of the bench.
He had the most intricate tattoo spread across his arms, for all Hinata knew they could continue on over his entire body, but only his arms where bare for the world to see. She had the urge to reach over and trace them, but unlike her rather whiffy neighbor to her right she understood the concept of boundaries.
She sighed and took another sip of her tea; it had gone cold about half an hour ago. But she didn't have the heart to call the terrified waitress over to serve her. A young twenties something woman, with a slightly too larger eyes for her face, who was currently franticly serving dangos to a rowdy group of scruffy ruffians.
Hinata was in a dilemma you see, and it wasn't due to the fact the tall smelly man to her right, had just wedged his sweaty arm into her side. It was due to the fact she was surrounded by rather powerful ninja's and she wasn't quite sure what they would do to her, if she got up and left.
Members of the team were to take it in turns waiting in this remote teahouse until Shikamaru and Ino contacted them. And it just so happened she was up first.
As she was walking up to the tea house, it had been late on in the evening Hintata wasn't even sure if it would be open, and had resolved to wait outside if it wasn't. But to her luck it was, as she got closer to the building she started to pick up strong chakaras, unfortunately she couldn't just back away at this point because they had already sensed her too.
So she decided to enter regardless, one of the first things that surprised her was how busy and crowded it was, for a remote teahouse that was unheard of, specially considering the time.
They all took note when she walked through the door, she also sized up the rather unusual patrons, most of, if not all were ninjas, some featured in the bingo book, others looked to be ninja from different nation, but non were so blatant enough to wear their head bands.
Hinata had no idea what she had just stumbled into, or why this riff raff of ninjas decided to gather here, and so with the entire rooms attention focused on her she sheepishly picked a bench and sat down.
Which basically sums up her current predicament, fiddling with her fingers she drums up the courage to talk to the tattooed young man next to her. "I like your tattoos, do they mean anything in particular." The kunoichi said confidently as way of an icebreaker, proud of herself for not stuttering.
The young man smiled " why thank you, yes they have deep rooted tribal meanings, its kind of a family tradition." He replied just as eager for conversation.
"They're beautiful how far do they extend." She reached out and traced the line under he his shirt. Then quickly retracting it, realizing she had just groped a stranger shoulder.
The man laughed to make her feel more at ease seeing how red she blushed. " They cover quite a lot of my.."
"HINATA!" came the bellowing call from outside drowning out the rest of the stranger's words. The doors to the teahouse burst open, to reveal the culprit of the commotion, a red face, out of breath kiba. He stood there for a minute; bracing him self against the door frame with his hand, heavily panting while trying to regain his breath. The red tattoos on his cheeks less noticeable thanks to the flush of colour that covered the rest of his skin.
Hinata first reaction was to ignore him, pretend she didn't know him, despite the fact that he just yelled her name loud enough for anyone in a mile radius to hear. But chinned her self the instant after the thought crossed her mind, he was her teammate he might be in trouble and need her help.
Meekly raising her hand, fully aware Kiba had just gain the whole rooms attention, and it wasn't the good kind.