this is: chapter two
"Hello, Gaara." Ino gave him a fake flirtatious bat of her eyelashes when she opened the door, aware that the nosy old lady down the hallway was spying on her through her peephole. "Come on in. I heart your tattoo." With a whip of her long platinum blonde hair, she allowed him in.
"Thanks. That lady of 507 still thinks you're a slut?" he snorted when he stepped in.
"Yeah. She was like 'that Yamanaka girl. Honestly! She should keep her legs and door shut to all those men coming in and out of there. She's giving the building a bad rep!' Like hell I am. What about that tramp of a granddaughter you have? Stupid old hag." She rolled her blue eyes. "I only fuck one boy, and that's Kiba. All you others mooch off my cooking and take advantage of my good nature."
"Hey, Gaara." Kiba greeted with a mouthful of lasagne. He crammed a piece of garlic bread in. "Nice tat."
"You're disgusting, Kiba." Gaara sat down next to him.
"You know you like it."
"No."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, baby." she whacked him lightly on the head as she placed a steaming dish of clam fettuccine in front of the red-haired man.
He breathed in the delicious aroma. "Temari told me to ask if tomorrow for the photo shoot is alright with you?"
"Fine by me."
"But Ino…" the brown-haired man whined.
"No money equals no condoms which means no sexytime." she said without skipping a beat. "My dildo and I will get reacquainted."
"But Ino…" he pouted.
Gaara thrust his coffee-stained shirt into her hands, and she began to walk off to the master bedroom. Without turning her back, she answered him.
"Ino doesn't want babies yet. Ino still wants to model skinny-girl clothing. Ino does not want to model maternity wear."
Gaara snickered as he pulled off his jacket. "Cock blocked by my sister."
"Shut up. When was the last time you got laid?"
"I don't kiss and tell." he smirked. "Unlike the certain dog-loving dork who told everyone in our school via announcement speaker that he got to feel up the breasts of co-captain Yamanka of the cheerleading team in detail."
"That was so embarrassing." she returned with an identical white tank, which the jade-eyed man gladly put on. "You described my tits so well that I couldn't look at any of the male teachers for the rest of the year."
"SHUT UP YOU GUYS. THAT WAS TENTH GRADE."
With his belly full, he lazily strode out of their building. Ino always made top-notch food.
"Gaara!" he turned quickly, and let her come up to him.
"Hinata." he gave her customary pecks to her cheeks. "Class ended?"
She wore leg warmers and carried a pair of worn ballerina slippers. "Just did, chickadee. Pity you're just leaving Ino's. I adore your tattoo!" she reached a finger to trace it, but he shook his head.
"Just got the tat done today. Haven't seen you in ages, little girl." he flashed a toothy grin at her.
"Not since the scene we made in Karin's bar. Stop calling me that, I'm not little." she giggled. "She was so angry at me for dancing on her tables." She rubbed her lavender coloured eyes. "I'm so tired all the time. Teaching and practicing and modelling are all I do nowadays."
"Promise to call me up sometime when you're not busy."
"Pinky-swear it. Anyways, I've got to go up and eat, starved for carbs." she pecked his cheeks. "Au revoir, biscuit."
"Same to you, girl." He resumed his trek to cross the park, oblivious to a short-spiky blond haired boy nearby tipsily yelling for someone.
As he was cutting through an often-unused path, he was rudely elbowed by some stranger coming from the direction he was heading in.
"Watch it." he growled, stopping.
"Now, you watch it, you little bitch." the dark-haired man said drunkenly. "Don't get in my way."
"I'd rather not be in your way. I walk down a straight path, thanks very much." Gaara snorted. "You're stepping in the green sea of dog crap."
"Well why don't you get out of my way so I can."
"You're quite rude, aren't you?"
"You're getting in my way."
"Is that all you can say, one-hit wonder?" he snickered.
"Don't you know who I am?" the other slurred. "I'm Sas-" he bent over to hurl in the bushes.
"Nope, don't know the name. Sas-Puke, did you say? Are you someone I'm supposed to know?" he taunted.
"My dad owns-"
"Ah, you're one of those I-use-my-daddy's-name types." he mocked. "Sorry, I don't like to associate myself with your type. They're a bit too...wimpy for my taste."
"You'll pay for that!" and with that, the dark-haired man lunged, anger crazed in his onyx eyes.
The green-eyed boy simply stepped to the side and let the other fall into the bushes.
"Stop ruining the scenery. People have to fix your blunders, you know. Nobody likes to see a man-shaped imprint in the bushes, or a man lying in the bushes covered in his puke. Have you no class?" he sighed. "Your daddy can't make trees grow back with money."
A blond man completely sober and sopping wet wandered into the little path.
"Hey, have you seen a dude- oh shit! Sasuke!" he ran over to him, but backed away when he saw the multicoloured vomit everywhere.
"This your friend?" Gaara asked with a little disgust. "You sure did let him become piss-drunk."
"He actually only had three shots. He can't really hold his liquor well." he said apologetically. "And he then got away from me while I-"
"Save me the story. Your friend's a moron."
"He kinda is, believe me. The blonde-haired man's tanned whisker-scarred face scrunched up in thought. "How the hell am I gonna take him home…"
"Drag him."
"Ha, that's not a half-bad idea…" he shrugged. "How'd he fall into the bushes?"
"He tried to attack me when he bumped into me." The red-haired man snorted.
"Dumbass." He kicked his friend's foot before turning to Gaara. "Thanks for letting him fall into something soft. His fiancée would skewer me if I returned with his pretty-boy face damaged."
"No problem. Have fun trying to lug him home."
"You too. Minus the lugging part." The blonde man grimaced as the jade-eyed male walked away. "Fucking gross, man, falling into your own barf…"
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