This would have been out sooner but this damn storm cut off the power and I was without my precious computer for two days dammit! I was very very angery.

But anyway enjoy the chapter, I think you might like this.

Chapter 11

I sat with my left facing an open window in fourth period advanced studies. The only class I had with Gaara, alone. He sat in front of me now, and I could see the structure of his lean back through his thin school shirt. It had been like this for the past thirty minutes. Maybe. I stopped counting after he leaned foreward on his elbows, tightening the shirt around him. I really think he does it on purpose. Why else would he do these things when I'm around? Then again, he probably does this on a normal basis. It's just me that puts myself around him when he has the itch to do it.

I had missed the entire lesson, which couldn't be good. Graduation wasn't to far away, and I needed to pass. I sighed as I thought about graduation. Kiba would be off the hook yeah, but . . . What would happen to me after this? Where was I headed exactly? Knowing my luck I would probably end up as a bartender in the worst part of town. I bet everyone else had their future planned out exactly.

I could just imagine Naruto in a business suit with a booming company, and Sakura his head seceratary, sitting on his desk with his favorite coffee. Possibly married with a family at a nice, clean home in the suburbs. With Kiba, Hinata, Gaara, Kankruou, Tenten, Temari, and Shikamaru as neighbors. Kiba and Shikamaru in the lawforce. Kankurou a famous puppet maker. Tenten and Temari in the woman's UFC. And Gaara. Gaara would be successful in whatever he decided to do. I'm positive of that. There isn't anything he can't do, heck he can already make a room vibrate with his voice. And i'm sure the most arrogant man in the universe would bow at his feet, while declaring himself unworthy of Gaara's presence.

My head, which had been propped up on my hand, fell with a thump onto my desk when my daydreaming had gone so deep that I actually fell asleep, and my elbow slipped off my desk. I jolted back to atttention while rubbing my red forehead, and looked up at a very pissed off Iruka. Also the coach of the soccer team, Naruto had once informed me.

"Mat, why don't you tell us the basic structure of a biological membrane." Iruka asked me as he tapped his foot impaitently on the wooden floor.

"Uh. . .I thought we learned that in biology?" I was making a fool of myself, I knew. But I couldn't bring myself to really care at the moment.

Iruka's face went red with irratation, and I knew I would probably have a very long essay to write. An essay that would probably lay forgotton on my desk in my room, along with other essays I had 'forgotton' to write. Thank Kami the bell decided to ring at that moment.

As quickly as I could, I packed my books away and blended with the sea of people filing out of the door, paying no heed to the raging Iruka looking for me. Once out of his range, I spotted Gaara not to far away, and walked up behind him.

"Hey Gaara." I drawled as I stepped beside him.

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, and gave a short nod. I grinned in response.

"You know, since it's Saturday, we should get everyone together tonight and go out somewhere." I suggested nonchantly.

I hoped he wanted to. For one thing, I think we all needed a little fresh air and to get our noses out of our school books. Perferably before the books started answering back to the questions I asked it. And another, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with everyone before the rug was ripped out from under my feet, and the cat was let out of the bag of lies that were constantly surrounding me. I started to wonder just how they would react if they knew I was girl, and the things I had seen.

"Where would we go?" Gaara's deep voice interrupted my wonderings, and brought me back to the present.

"Well. . . Isn't there that new club in town. Temari was talking about going there with Shika soon and . . . " I trailed off as I saw the look of anger pass his face, and I almost laughed. Him and Kankurou were not in the least bit thrillled about their sister dating the lazy ass genious.

"Were going." And it always provided entertainment for the rest of us.

I nodded with a grin as we stepped into our next class, and the rest of the day passed in a blur of colors. Always including the vibrant color red. I think maybe, that the color of blood is forever stained into my vision. It was going to hurt like hell when I left.

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"Hell no!"

"Quit being a baby and just hold it!"

"NO!"

"Shh! You idiot, do you want people to get suspicous?"

Kiba mumbled something from his place next to my bed that sounded like 'Suspicous my ass.' I glared at him, and took a threatning step in his direction.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." He growled at me.

"Good. Now hold this." I repeated as I handed him a clean ace bandage. Sheesh, you would think it was poison from the way he was acting. It hadn't even touched me yet for Kami's sake!

"Fuck no!" he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hey! Don't use that vulgar language around me." I snapped.

"What? Fuck?"

"Stop saying fuck!"

"You just said it!" he pointed his index finger at me.

"Shit!"

"Oh are we saying shit now?" he asked sarcastically.

"Shit Kiba, would you just shut the fuck up and hold this damn thing for five seconds!" I yelled as I threw the ace bandage at his head. Surprisingly, he caught it.

". . .You don't have to yell." He muttered as he sat on the edge of Gaara's bed.

I didn't make a come back, instead I busied myself with gathering the set of clothes I was wearing to the club tonight. Kiba was already dressed in cargo shorts with a grey unbuttoned shirt that exposed his white sleevless muscle shirt underneath. He had met me in my room shortly after school let out, while the rest of the guys drove to the other school to gather up the girls.

I had to have a talk with Kiba before we left tonight, and I wanted to make sure my message made it through his thick head. Which was about not spilling my secret. And I know it had to be awkward for him to stand there holding and ace bandage, while his friend that was supposed to be a guy, strolled around the room in a spaghetti strap tank, without my bandage on underneath, hat off, and guy jeans.

It was getting annoying acting like a guy twenty-four seven, so I decided to be girl for a few minutes. At Kiba's expense. But then again, he wasn't as bad as I thought he would be. Instead he asked questions, which reminded me of my first day here. I had anticapated him throwing a royal fit and storming out of the room. He was full of surprises.

"It is hard?" he asked suddenly as I struggled to put on my socks.

"Is what hard?"

"The being a guy thing."

I let out a bitter laugh and glanced up at him through my brown locks. "You have no idea. I've already seen to much."

He coughed, and his face went pink.

"Oh no, no, no! I haven't seen you . . .that way. It was Neji, Shino, and . . . Shikamaru." I tried to explain. His face went red. "I didn't do it on purpose! Honest! I kinda. . .just wanted to take a shower . . .and . . .and they walked in. . ." I let out a huff of breath. " You know what, I think I'll stop right there." I snapped as I put on my last sock.

Kiba let out a breath and sheepish laugh. "So that's why you never really talk to them, huh?"

"Yeah." I answered as I wrapped a black belt through my jeans.

"And why you change in the bathroom during gym."

I nodded. He sighed, and I glanced up at him once I buckled my belt. "What's wrong?"

"It's just, now that I know. It seems so damn obvious. The way you acted all the time, you know with the blushing and passing out, it was alway right there in front of us and we never guessed. Well not me anyway."

I snapped my head toward him, and he turned his head to me with a lazy grin on his face. His grin faded at my worried expresssion and he stood from his place on the bed, dropping the bandage.

"Matsuri? What's wrong?" he asked as he crossed over to me and shook my shoulders. I hardly noticed he used my real name.

"What do you mean when you say 'not me anyway.'?" I asked in a hollow voice.

"Oh, that? You had me worried for a minute." he laughed.

"Tell me Kiba."

He gave me another worried glance before he answered. "Shika just commented on how much you acted like a chick . . .Oh." his face went blank as comprehension dawned on him. "Oh." he said again, and his hands slid from my exposed shoulders.

"Do you think he knows?" I asked quietly.

"They don't call him a genious for nothing." Kiba muttered. "Get dressed. I'll wait downstairs. Whether he knows or not, we're going to find out tonight.

I nodded minutely and watched in a daze as Kiba quietly exited the room and made his way to the courtyard. I went into robotic mode as I removed my tank top and wrapped the bandage across my chest, and put my guy clothes on top.

If Shikamaru knew, what was going to happen? Would he tell? Surely he would keep my secret . . .right? Well what if he didn't even know and mine and Kiba's question's tipped him off? What if he found out by accident, and it was my fault? I didn't have any blackmail tabbed on Shikamaru, and I wasn't good at threatning someones life. All my threats were just empty. . .Would I make it to graduation with my friends and sanity in tact, or would I lose everything. Dammit.

Dum dum dummmm!! What will happen at the club? Does shika know? Does anyone notice how much better Kiba is taking Matusri as a girl?. . . I kinda thought he should act more brotherly. anyway! next chapter! WILL SHIKA KNOW THE SECRET?? review please!!