Dance Like No One's Watching Chapter 6: Say It Right, a naruto fanfic

Dance Like No One's Watching
Even if you can't dance at all

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Hahah. I wished I owned Naruto.

Chapter 6—Say It Right

"Quit following me!"

No one answered back. Ino looked around nervously as she looked over her shoulder, to see if whoever she was talking to stopped following her. She resumed walking back to her room, but stopped once again when she heard quiet footsteps. She bit her lip, licking some of the lip gloss off. She quickened her pace as she started walking again.

"Stop!" Ino said nervously, as she stopped walking once again. She turned around, to see that no one was there.

She turned back around. One more turn, and a few steps away, she'll be at her room. That was all she needed—five seconds, to reach safety. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching her every move—plotting their plan against her. Ino took a slow step forward. She heard it again—a soft footstep. She turned around quickly, to see that no one was there.

She leaned on the wall, and slid down to the floor. She put her head in her hands, and sighed. She thought she felt someone's presence in front of her, and she looked up quickly, ready hit and run. No one was there though—and she sighed in relief.

Okay, so maybe she was being a little bit paranoid. But she was only like this because throughout the whole day, she felt eyes on her. Piercing eyes—whenever she tried to figure out who was staring at her, the feeling left her body. But whenever she forgot about it, the feeling came back. It was as if someone was stalking her—planning to kill her.

Now that sounded a bit crazy, Ino had to admit that. But she felt that way, ever since she insulted that blonde haired guy in her fashion activity.

"I didn't do anything wrong," she said softly to herself, as she put her head in her hands again. "I was always nice," she mumbled softly, "I gave to the poor. Well, I threw a penny at a bum, but that was the only time when I gave out coins," she muttered. "I never lied. …this week… I've always obeyed my parents… What did I do to deserve this?" She moaned to herself.

She was on the verge of crying when she heard footsteps. She was afraid to look up—afraid of what she would see. A serial killer with a mask? No, she had been watching too many horror movies with her friends before she left. A totally hot guy who was there to save her? Again, that can't be it, since she had probably scout out every single guy who was on the ship.

She looked up slowly, and was about to scream out before the person sighed. It was a guy alright. No serial killer, and yet, no hot guy. Ino looked him over, even though it was dark, and she could barely see his face. She heard him sigh was again.

"Naruto, stop playing around. You scared her enough already—she's about to cry," the guy who was in front of her said.

Naruto.

That was the name of the blonde she insulted in class. How she remembered his name, she had no idea, since she mostly didn't care for guys who weren't in her level.

Naruto.

'So he's been the one following me around, making me scared?! He is so dead,' Ino thought, anger suddenly taking over her body. She stood up quickly, which caught the guy's attention.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked lazily, as if he had more important things to do than comfort a girl who had just been scared out of her mind.

"Yes, no thanks to you and your friend," she said through her gritted teeth. Even though she couldn't see how he looked like, she knew that he wasn't a looker. Probably plain, like the rest of the guys in the ship.

She turned around and started stomping towards a pole that she saw the guy was facing at. She looked behind it, to see the blonde himself, his mischievous grin pasted on his face. She frowned at the sight of him. She raised her foot, and kicked him where it hurts—and left him moaning in pain. He fell on the floor, and clutched his precious family jewels.

"If you keep doing that," Ino said, a bit of her anger relieved through the pain she was seeing the guy exposing, "your crotch is going to get more damaged than that."

With that, she stalked off to her room, leaving the other guy stare at Naruto. He sighed once again, as he heard the door slam shut.

"Troublesome."

She was there.

She was exactly in the same position as last night, and again, she was sketching the moon. You could even see some stars in the sky—most of which he knew that she was also sketching, too.

He smirked as he walked silently towards her. He crept up to her silently, like she was the prey and he was the predator. Of course, he had no intention of doing anything to her. He just wanted to see how she looked like—and find out the reason why she made him feel peaceful, like nothing in the world mattered to him.

It was almost the exact same feeling for when he was with Sakura.

But of course, he knew that it was different. He couldn't say how and why, but he knew that it was different. Or even, he believed that it was different. But he knew that it was a different girl. He remembered that she didn't come out at night—even when he pleaded her to come to his house at night. He remembered her refusing, and hanging up on him. That was the first time she had ever hung up on him.

But that was in the past now. He didn't care what happened in the past, and he didn't want to. It's the present that he was most worried about—he couldn't let her get away like she did last time. He needed to know why. It was killing him all night yesterday, when he couldn't figure out why she had walked away from him. He didn't get any sleep, and was even grouchier than usual to Naruto—he almost punched him out.

Thankfully, Naruto had left him alone before their arguments could result in something like that. Sasuke quietly slid into the seat next to the girl, and before he knew it, she tensed up once again, and stopped her sketching.

He could feel her wanting to get up once again, so he spoke up. "Who are you?"

She didn't say anything back, and made no movement to. She was gripping her pencil hard—and it looked like it was going to break any second, if she continued to hold it like that. Sasuke furrowed his brow. He didn't like the way she reacted. Why would she react like that?

She didn't say anything for the past two minutes, so Sasuke spoke up once again. "Why did you walk away yesterday?"

Again, she didn't say anything. He heard her take a soft breath, before putting down her pencil on her drawing pad. She gripped it tightly, as if she was scared that Sasuke might take it and throw it into the ocean.

"You want to know who I am?" She asked.

Her voice seemed awfully familiar, too, though Sasuke couldn't really tell where he had heard her voice before. He waited patiently for her to continue, but when she didn't, he took a chance and finally looked at her.

That mistake added on to his other ones.

"Hi, Sasuke."

"How idiotic."

"Hey, it's not my fault that I lost…"

"Technically, yes, it is."

"Cheh, you and your smart talk…"

"It's not anywhere near smart—you just don't understand simple words put together in complex sentences."

"…Shut up, why don't you?"

"Is that your comeback for everything you don't have a comment for?"

"Just, shut up."

"Nevermind. That answers the question."

Tenten sighed. Their conversation started when he asked her about her hair—she knew she should've washed it out. But no—she had to think that it would be a waste. Now she was stuck in a situation that was embarrassing.

But as far as embarrassing situations went, he didn't make fun of it. She knew that it looked horrible—blonde hair never worked for a girl like her, anyways. Most of the time, it didn't work for any type of girl, except for natural blondes. But even so, he didn't make fun of her.

Another great thing to add to his personality, which Tenten liked every much, as much as she didn't want to admit it. Getting attached to a guy was one thing—but then getting attached to a guy in the summer was even worse, since she had no idea if she was ever going to see him again.

Oh, and the fact that she doesn't even know his name was part of the reason, too. Somehow, she couldn't make herself ask for his name, since she felt herself blushing every time she was coming close to asking him his name.

"So, why are you here?" Tenten asked, impatient to change the subject.

Since it was always at night when she saw him, she didn't know what he looked like, at all. All she knew was that he had long hair—and yet, she couldn't find him any where on the ship. Pathetic, isn't it? Part of her wants to find him—but then again, she liked that they both kept meeting at the same spot. It was like it was magical, talking to him at night.

"I couldn't sleep, so this was the first place I thought of," he answered truthfully.

Tenten was disappointed—even though she didn't mean her question that way. Now she knew that he wasn't even planning on seeing her—he was just there, and she was there, coincidentally. Tenten bit back her sigh. That would raise questions from him, and she didn't want to answer them.

"I didn't mean it that way," Tenten said slowly, making sure that she didn't sound weird. "I meant, why you're here on the cruise. You don't seem like a guy who would… you know. Go somewhere with a lot of people."

She heard him chuckle, and she unknowingly smiled to herself. She liked the sound of it—his laugh.

"You're catching on fast," he said. "My cousin's father—my uncle—made me come to watch over her. It was against my will," he explained.

Tenten nodded. "Who is she?"

"I don't think it'll be wise for me to mention her name," he said.

Tenten rolled her eyes. If he wasn't going to tell her his cousin's name, what are the chances that he's going to tell her his name? "And why not?" Tenten asked, taking the risk.

"…I don't even know your name," he said finally. "How do I know that you're not one of those girls that chase after me every single day?"

Tenten snorted. "Girls? They chase after you? Damn, how desperate can they get…" 'Though I can totally understand why…'

She could imagine him smirk, right about now. "Oh really? Are you sure about that?"

She rolled her eyes. "So what if I am one of those girls? What are you going to do about it? Curse me out and then leave?" She grinned teasingly at him, and even though she knew he couldn't see it, she still did it. "We've been talking like this for two days. Isn't that enough time for you to trust me?"

He chuckled. "You might be right." He looked up at the sky, the moon half hidden from the clouds. "Let me walk you to your room."

Tenten blinked at him. This was a first. Even though she was a bit happy—she couldn't help but wonder why he would offer to do that. "Did you eat something weird before? It isn't like you—"

"How do you know if that's not what I'm not?" He asked, as he walked off. "You said it yourself—only two days of talking. That isn't enough for a person to get to know another one," he stated.

Tenten raised a brow, and ran after him. "So, is this normal behavior of you, then?"

"Possibly."

Tenten sighed. "You're weird, you know that?"

He paused before he stopped in front of her room. Tenten looked bewildered—usually, it would seem forever when she walked back to her room, but then this time, it was short. She was about to comment on that, but then he spoke up before her.

"Neji."

Tenten blinked. "What?"

"My name is Neji."

"…Why are you telling me that now?" Tenten asked, raising a brow once again. She could hide her excitement—at least, until she was alone in her room.

"So you know it," he said. He started to walk away, not even waiting for Tenten to give him her own name.

"It's Tenten," she called out after him.

She wasn't sure if he heard it—but she hoped he did anyways.

He was stupid.

He was beyond stupid.

He couldn't get any stupid-er!

It was funny how he used to beat people up for calling him stupid. He was calling himself that right now, and he had no intention of beating himself up.

What in the world was he thinking?

The signs were all there. The familiar strokes that the 'mystery' girl was doing on her sketch pad, the familiar atmosphere when he was around her—they were all signs, telling him not to get any closer to her.

That was why she ran away from him the first night that he saw her. He was going crazy—okay, so maybe not literally—trying to figure out why she would do that, when he hadn't met her before, but now, he finally understood it. Now if only he hadn't been so stupid and just listened to his gut feeling. Which was at first, telling him to get away and retreat back to his room.

She looked at him with expectant eyes—he couldn't read them; they were always a mystery—waiting for his reaction. If it was possible, he could even see that she was wearing a smug look, almost saying, 'It was your fault for trying to figure out who I was.'

Seeing that he wasn't going to say anything, she got up stiffly and started walking away quickly. Sasuke kept staring at the same place she was sitting only minutes ago—he was still dazed as to what happened. When he finally realized what happened, she was long gone.

Some things won't change, will it?

"You know," Sakura started, as she picked up a random bottle, "why don't you just leave your hair the way it is today?"

Tenten raised a brow as she looked through her endless bottles of dyes. "I've got to use up all of the dyes before summer ends. Either that or its seventy dollars out of my pocket," she said, rolling her eyes.

Sakura sighed as she set down the bottle. It was the time of day—or night—again. Party time, fun time, whatever you call it; it was the time for teens to have fun. After what happened with Neji—she finally found out his name, to which she is thankful for—the day flew by without her noticing it. She kept replaying their conversations in her mind, like she recorded it in her brain. She knew that she was getting a little obsessive—it was creeping her out—but she couldn't stop.

'This is getting bad, isn't it?' Tenten thought, as she gave up looking for a color. "Alright, fine. I'll just stay the way I am tonight."

Sakura smiled. "Great! Now what are you going to wear…"

Tenten raised a brow. She seemed normal like usual—but there was something else that she couldn't out her finger on. She didn't want to be a nag and prod her for information, but at the same time, she felt helpless to help Sakura. She was her first friend when she got here…

Tenten sighed as she took a step out of her stuffy room. Hopefully whatever it was, Sakura was able to resolve it quickly. She didn't want to feel the awkwardness in the air.

The sun was still out—it was only minutes until eight. She turned around to continue her journey of walking throughout the whole ship, but her face met with someone's hard chest. As a result, she fell down with a grunt, and winced at the pain.

She was ready to curse out to this person—whoever it was—but a hand shot out to her before she could even look up. It was a guy's hand—that was for sure. She looked up, and her eyes widened as she saw who it was.

Long hair.

Pearl like eyes.

Arrogant smirk.

Though she wasn't sure about the last two, she was sure the long hair was the same long haired guy she met at night. It seemed like the same person—their arrogance seemed almost the same. He had on a smirk like he knew who she was—at least, remembered who she was.

"Hi. I'm Neji."

And then she smiled.

The End.

This is the end :) There will be no sequel - sorry if you were looking forward to one. There might be side stories though - like what happened with Sakura and Sasuke. For now, there this story is completely finished. Sorry if you guys didn't like the ending, or feel like it shouldn't end right there. But I promised a short story, and I gave you one. Truthfully, it was only suppose to be about Tenten, and only Tenten, not about Sakura or Ino. Like I said, side stories might be a possibility, too.

This is it(; Thank you for being patient with me through my long period of not updating o.o; Hope you guys liked the end. And once again;

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Say It Right - Nelly Furtado.