It's time for making new friends!
Kiba's mouth was watering. He'd already had more than his fair share of the buffet, but he was still starving; even after seconds. A warning look from the staff behind the stands had told him that he should back off; but how could he with such delectable morsels within range? He inhaled deeply; the beautiful aroma of breakfast bacon caressing his nostrils and making him drool slightly. His sister glared at him for being embarrassing, but he completely disregarded this since the stingy staff member had drifted away from the food tables.
Slowly, he slunk up, grabbing a new plate and sidling along as casually as he could to avoid arousing suspicion. The was a blonde standing next to him in line and…was he stuffing his pockets? Kiba's eyes widened as the blonde turned –terrified he'd been caught.
"I can't believe I didn't think of that!" he hissed; immediately copying the blonde and stuffing whatever he could into his pockets; not caring if they were greasy by the end of it.
"Got told off for wanting thirds?" the blonde inquired with a grin.
"Yup," Kiba admitted, "Bitch, right?"
"Totally," the other boy laughed, "Naruto."
"Kiba," he introduced, and they both held out equally greasy hands and shook them, "Jeez, it's good to meet you; glad someone else thinks their portion sizes are too small…"
"What is going on here?" an adult voice inquired from behind them and they both froze; slowly turning their heads with innocent smiles to see a short, tanned man with a scar across his face standing there with his hands on his hips. His name badge read Iruka. "We have portion sizes for a reason, you two; we have a lot of guests to feed."
"I uhh…" both Kiba and Naruto fumbled for excuses, but Iruka just winked at them.
"I'll let the two of you off with a warning," he growled sternly, leaning forward a little bit now so that only they could hear him, "…Go ahead and take it; the portion sizes here are completely unreasonable –and the food is so good...Just look like I threatened you." Both boys nodded earnestly, putting on their best guilty faces before scrambling away from the buffet. Kiba bypassed his table and headed to sit with Naruto and his parents.
"Oh Naruto, lovely to see you've made a friend," Kushina exclaimed, "Even if it was by…unusual methods…"
"At least they have something in common," Minato admitted with a laugh as his son and the wild-haired boy began emptying their pockets onto their plates; Kushina scolding him for having apparently ruined one of his jackets, "In any case, dear; this is good; Naruto, you've been hanging around by yourself for a few days now; why don't you take Gaara and see if you can find any more kids your age?"
"I'm not a kid, dad," Naruto complained; a mouth full of pancake as he pouted; his father patting him on the head.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," his mother scolded crossly.
"I was going to the pool a bit later?" Kiba offered, "You want to come?" Naruto nodded eagerly; carefully heading his mother's warning about talking with his mouth full, "I'm on the fourth floor; I'll meet you out by the pool after breakfast?" They shook their still-greasy hands on it.
It was about eleven by the time they had finished their breakfast and had exited the building to the pool complex. Naruto had picked up Gaara on his way and introduced him to Kiba, and the two of them were strolling around, looking for somewhere to put their towels.
"Hey, I think I see a spot over there –" Naruto was saying, and then he felt the words die in his mouth as he saw what he considered the image of perfection strolling past on the opposite side of the pool from them, "Oh. My. God…" Kiba and Gaara's heads turned in the direction of the blonde's gaping, to see a creamy-skinned female with bright pink hair and brilliant turquoise eyes flick her hair and settle down gently on one of the sunbeds.
"Pinch me, I must be dreaming," Naruto sighed, his mouth still wide, "…Did I just see an angel?"
"No," Gaara offered unhelpfully.
"I must make her love me," he claimed, ignoring the rolling eyes of his two friends, "Are you guys blind? She's so hot!"
"Yeah, she is," Kiba smirked, "…And totally out of your league…"
"She is not!" Naruto defended hotly.
"She is," Gaara informed him bluntly, causing the blonde to fold his arms rather huffily as he stalked off to find some sunbeds for them to chuck their towels on while they went swimming.
Itachi was having a lovely time sitting on one of the sunbeds on the grass; shaded by an umbrella so he could read his book. So far this vacation hadn't been quite as awful as he had assumed it was going to be. He'd managed to get a lot of his coursework done, and so had decided to reward himself with a touch of Lord of the Rings. His mother had demanded that he actually leave the room that he and Sasuke shared, so he had grudgingly set foot in the pool area. For the most part, he was able to block out the sounds of splashing and children and replace it with the fantastic words of J.R.R Tolkien.
Distantly, he heard the sounds of a pair arguing.
"Hinata, please, won't you go and change?" Neji was practically begging his cousin in a low tone, half attempting to drag her back to their room, "Really, this is highly inappropriate!"
"Neji, you need to calm down and relax," Hinata rolled her eyes, removing his hands from her and hugging her towel around her chest, "This is fine."
"But, Hinata…it's so…" He tried to find the right word for it.
" –Non-conservative?" she offered sarcastically and he nodded with a worried expression on his forehead. She folded her arms. "Take your shirt off."
"What?"
"Take it off, Neji. We're at a pool."
"But –" Neji glared at her and pulled his t-shirt off in a swift movement, throwing it down on the sunbed beside them, leaving him in a singlet, "Fine; are you happy now? Will you change?"
"No," she sniffed with a superior smile as he stood there in his black trunks looking aggrieved by this news.
"Really, why do you have to be so difficult? Do you really want all these men to objectify you?" he growled protectively. Instead of answering, Hinata dramatically pulled her towel off from around her chest and dropped it daintily on the sunbed beside his.
"You're not the boss of me on this holiday, Neji," she smirked, "Father's orders. Remember your acting lessons; I'm playing the strong, independent female, and you're playing the passive-aggressive male."
Kiba's eyes practically bulged out of his head as he just so happened to see the most stunning sight ever. A beautiful girl with long purple hair had just seductively dropped her towel off to reveal possibly the largest bust he had ever seen on a girl his age before. She was wearing a purple bikini that clearly showed off how well-endowed she was, and her pale, creamy skin contrasted beautifully with it. Then, sticking her tongue out at the brunette she was with, she turned and dove perfectly into the pool, leaving the man there looking thoroughly aggravated.
"Hey, Kiba; what you looking –" Gaara looked past Kiba as he walked and instantly came face to face with possibly the most gorgeous male he had ever laid eyes on. He had long brown locks and big, pale eyes, and before Gaara's very eyes, he pulled off his singlet and threw it with his things. At the sight of that pale, clearly sculpted, defined chest that matched a handsome face to form a sex god; Gaara promptly skidded on a slippery, wet tile, and tumbled straight into the pool with an almighty splash.
After what felt like ages of being submerged, he felt strong arms grip under his arms and drag him upwards.
Itachi was roused from his book by the feeling of water flicking on his legs and the sound of something breaking the surface; followed by damp footsteps. He looked up from his book and promptly felt as though he'd died on the spot.
Walking out of the water towards him (admittedly carrying a bedraggled, fully-clothed redhead), was the equivalent of what Itachi felt was sex-on-legs. Admittedly, the man was blue; contrasting with his red lifeguard's trunks, but he had broad, muscled shoulders, and abs on his abs, and his blue hair was spiked up handsomely as he ran a hand through his wet locks.
"Sorry," he remarked in a voice that practically made their elder Uchiha melt (not that he showed it in the slightest), "Hope I didn't disturb you."
"Not at all," Itachi replied coolly; incredibly proud of how well he had managed to pull off aloof and distant and uninterested despite the fact that the only thing he wanted to do as the man turned was stare. The lifeguard nodded at him as he promptly returned to his book and shook the redhead once or twice to make him choke out some water.
"You okay?" he inquired, and Gaara blinked several times; hearing hysterical laughter from nearby. He snapped to attention and without so much as a thank you, stormed over to his friends to berate them for enjoying his public humiliation. The handsome brunette was nowhere in sight and he cursed himself for being so damn clumsy.
Punching both of the idiots did nothing to make them stop laughing, so Gaara just had to pull off his saturated jumper and make his way over to the sunbeds Naruto had indicated earlier, with as much dignity as he could. The squelching of his wet feet was an unwelcome reminder of his literal blunder.
Finally, the three of them managed to settle in, pulling off their shirts and getting ready to take a dip (or in Gaara's case, a second dip). Naruto was keeping an eye out for an opening to introduce himself to the beautiful pinkette he had seen earlier. She was sunbathing on a sunbed nearby and he couldn't help himself from drinking in her flawless skin and pink bikini that really left little to the imagination.
"You're drooling," Kiba teased, whacking him on the head and diving past to plunge into the water, "Come on, Gaara!" he hollered once he broke the surface again, flicking his wet hair.
"Try not to fall in again," Naruto snickered, earning a glare from the redhead.
"I know where your room is, and I am not afraid to do terrible things to it," Gaara growled, but Naruto couldn't take him seriously considering he had just seen him fall into a pool in what he considered the most comedic way possible. It had looked so ridiculous it could've been on purpose; he could've sworn Gaara had hung in mid-air with a stunned expression for a few split seconds before he actually fell. And the splash it made…
A little while later, Sakura, was still oblivious to the attention she was receiving from a certain blonde. She was using her innate female ability to check out males from beneath almost-closed eyelids as they came and went, and was busy scanning the poolside for any lookers. So far she hadn't found many; there was that guy with the long brown hair –but she kept seeing him with the chick with the big tits –and though she hated to admit it; Sakura couldn't compete in the breast department. Then there was that guy with the red hair; a little Goth-looking for her taste, but still kind of cute; and the lifeguard would've been smoking if only he wasn't blue.
And then she saw him; the future father of her child.
Or at least, so she hoped.
He was sauntering around the other side of the pool, hands casually in tight denim shorts, a black singlet and a black, short sleeved shirt carelessly unbuttoned over it. His hair was so black it was almost blue, and those eyes; even from here, she could see that they would look beautiful on her children. And what was better; he seemed to be heading in her direction!
Unfortunately, he stopped before he got to her and she cursed; he wouldn't be able to properly examine her body from there! She knew she looked good, so she was going to work it. With deliberate grace, she swung both of her legs to one side of the sunbed; stretching to push out her chest a little before ever-so-casually getting to her feet and waltzing past in dainty, feminine strides. She felt eyes upon her as she moved, allowing a little sway to affect her hips. As she reached the raven's peripheral, she tossed her hair a little to seem a little flirty and attract his attention. Having succeeded in her walk-by, she headed over to the drinks bar and leaned against the pole beside the pool, pretending to decide what she wanted; all the while unaware of cerulean blue eyes watching her every motion.
"Itachi, are you coming for lunch?" Sasuke rolled his eyes at the way his brother appeared distracted from his book.
"What was that?" Itachi inquired, suddenly seeming to realise he'd been spoken to. Sasuke raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder to where the lifeguard was wandering the edge of the pool, looking out for the children. He turned back to his brother with a knowing smirk.
"Oh, so look who finally developed hormones," he teased, ignoring the warning look Itachi was giving him, "Ooh, Itachi's got a crush!"
"Tell mother and you're a dead man Sasuke," Itachi threatened darkly. Sasuke just sniggered at him as his brother's eyes drifted past him; back towards the life guard.
"Mother wanted to know if you'll be joining us for lunch; unless you want to stay here and stare at your man candy –"
"School yearbook. Baby photos," Itachi growled between gritted teeth, "I have that kind of power," he added warningly as Sasuke's eyes narrowed in an expression of 'you wouldn't'.
Neji was nearby and busy trying to dry out his hair while Hinata enjoyed herself in the pool. As he lay back, he remembered what Hinata had said about acting. He had to give her some credit; she was fantastic. Although, not to blow his own horn, but so was he. No one would ever suspect that he was really a cold, protective, stern kind of person; that was what the paparazzi would expect. They were waiting for news of a female like the one Hinata always was around the press; the real her; with a proper, eloquent bodyguard to match. No one would ever think that the pair at Suna Resort were the fabled heirs to Hyuuga Design.
Sasuke, having finally gotten his brother to come along to lunch, was turning to leave when he spotted a familiar mop of blonde hair standing over by the drinks stand, obviously attempting to chat up and equally obviously uninterested girl. With a small smirk and thoughts of revenge for bumping him in the lobby several days earlier, he strode over casually; ignoring the way the girls' eyes fixed on him –he was used to it.
Then, as he reached the blonde, he ever so casually shoved him with his shoulder. It was done so subtle that no one but Itachi could've claimed that it was anything other than accidental.
Regardless of what caused it; everyone saw the way that the blonde lost his balance; flailed wildly; and toppled straight into the pool; much to the amusement of the pink-haired girl –whose amusement changed to annoyance when she was splashed by the water that shot up from his fall.
Naruto's face broke the surface of the water with a gasp and he glared up into the face of that smug, duck-butt-haired asshole he'd accidentally nudged in the lobby a few days earlier.
"Bastard!" he snarled angrily, shaking his hair.
"Idiot," the raven smirked –god did Naruto hate that smirk instantly, "Maybe you should be more careful." And with that, the smug bastard was just strolling off as though nothing had happened; and Naruto noticed the way Sakura's –he'd managed to get her name –eyes trailed after him. Oh god; he was going to be one of those kinds of dudes; the assholes that all the chicks mooned after. Naruto glared; there was no way he was going to let Sakura go to that guy.
He was jolted from his mutinous thoughts by sniggering, and turned to see Gaara sitting in the water with Kiba on the edge of the pool, trying desperately not to laugh.
"Oh go ahead, yeah, I fell in the pool," Naruto snapped mockingly, folding his arms. Kiba, on cue, burst out laughing –but was quickly cut off by the fact that Gaara had grabbed his arm and wrenched hard; causing him to plummet face first into the pool as well. It was only after Kiba had also resurfaced incredulously that Gaara burst into infectious laughter.
Itachi just sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother's childish antics.
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