Chapter Four: Party Hardy

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The bell rang and students rushed to their lockers. Today was Friday and everybody was eager to leave school and start their weekend off with a glorious bang. Personally, I was excited to sleep in 'til nine in the morning. Hey, it's a pretty big deal when you've been getting at five for school.

Just as I was about to leave my locker, Sakura comes up to me with a big smile. "So you're going to the party right?" She asks.

"Party?" I echo. I don't remember being invited to a party.

"Yeah," she grinned, "the party at Sasuke-kun's house. Except, his brother's the host." A small hint of pink rose in her cheeks at the mention of the Uchiha brothers.

Then the memory hit me. I remembered Itachi addressing the whole table and the blue man who had accompanied him. The urge to play JAWS returned, but I pushed it away. Now I know what she was talking about.

"Oh, um, I'm not sure." I said honestly. "My mom might have something planned already." I love my mom. If she wants to go somewhere with me, then I'll go with her. Even if it's to a place that I know will bore me to tears. It makes her happy when I go to places with her.

"I'm sure she'll let you go out," Sakura said. "Parents like it when their kids socialize. Especially if they've just moved." The girl had a point. But I wasn't too interested in parties unless I had friends to hang with there. And sure, Sakura seemed like an okay gal, but I think she'd be more interested in stalking Sasuke or Itachi than hanging out with a friend.

"I'll think about it," I answered honestly as I put my back-pack on.

She seemed to take it as a positive answer. "Great! I'll see ya there!" Her long pink hair swung back and forth as she ran to her locker.

I had to dash through the halls in order to catch the bus. On the way home, I thought about whether I should go to the party or not.

I really should go just for the experience. I might even meet a lot of friends or a potential boyfriend there. The only problem was that I had no idea what Itachi's home address was.

Oh darn.

Mom was still in the office by the time I had gotten back. She was being so overworked lately; more work was the last thing she needed to deal with. In an effort to help her out, I cleaned the house up. It would just be one less thing for her to do.

As soon as I had finished loading dirty dishes into the dishwasher, someone knocked on the door. It surprised me because I hadn't given my address out to anybody. At least, not that I can recall.

The knocking continues and I begin to silently approach the door. I look through the peephole and am surprised to see TenTen standing there.

"It's about time you answered," She complained once I had opened the door. The girl looked like she was dressed for a rave. Her neon green belly top and matching mini skirt nearly blinded me. Bare legs were covered with fishnet leggings, which disappeared into her platform boots.

That outfit was bound to attract the attention of many guys.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked as she steps into my house.

"I looked you up during my Office Aid period." She grins mischievously before looking me up and down. "You're not going to be wearing that are you?" It wasn't the first time someone was disappointed with my choice of attire.

"Why not?" I shrugged. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."

Another grin began to spread on her adorable face. "Oh yes you are! You're going to that party Itachi's having!"

I began to throw excuses at her.

"But I don't know where his house is!"

"Don't worry, I know how to get there."

"I don't even know the guy!"

"He doesn't know half the people he invites. It's all for show."

"What if I'm not allowed in?"

"They'll let anybody in! Even Choji gets in and he devours most of the food!"

"Okay," I sigh, "I'll go if my mom says its okay."

The girl grinned, "Alright. I'm gonna pick out a better outfit for you to wear!" She charged up the stairs and found my room after some investigation. Good thing my room was kind of clean.

I called Mom and heard her tired voice on the speaker. "This is Atsuko."

"Hey mom," I greet her.

"Dariru-chan!" Her mood is lifted immediately. "How was school sweetie?"

"Good."

"Did you make some new friends?"

"A few, yeah."

"You got any plans for the weekend?" Every time she asks me that, I know she wants me to go out and have fun. Guess I'll be going to that party after all.

"That's what I was calling about," I explained, "there's a party going on at this guy's house. My friends want me to tag along. So, can I go?" That's right. I'm seventeen years old and I'm asking my mother permission if I can go places. It's not that she's too restrictive or controlling, she actually lets me do a lot of things. But she just likes knowing where I'm gonna be and who I'm with. You know, typical parental stuff.

"Of course Dariru-chan!" She sounds so happy now. "I'm so glad you're going out! I think you really need to do this. It'll be good for you. So go on and have fun! Just be sure to come back safe, okay?"

"Okay," I can't help but smile. "Thanks Mom. I love you."

I can hear her smile too. "I love you too baby. Call me if something happens, alright? So bring your god damn cell phone!"

I giggle, "Alright, alright. I will. Bye!"

"Have fun sweetie!" The connection is lost with a click.

Now I have to go to the party. Mom would ask too many questions if I'm still home when she gets out of work. And I'm a horrible liar, so I can't tell TenTen that Mom said 'no'.

Oh well. Maybe I'll actually have some fun.

I go up to my room to find clothes all over my floor and bed. Stanley and Shadow were laying lazily on the white and black articles on purpose, I could tell.

"Wh-what are you doing!" I squeak, trying to put the clothes back into their proper drawers.

TenTen puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. "You don't have a lot of party clothes. But luckily, I found something that will do." She holds up a black tank-top with gray stripes going across the front. There were some neon yellow, pink and green lines that made the shapes of stars and muffins. In her other hand is a pair of black jeans.

If I had shorts, I'm sure she would have picked them out instead. But I refuse to wear shorts; I hate showing off my pasty legs.

As soon as I had finished stuffing my clothes back where they had come from, I snatched the clothes from her and went into the bathroom to change. It had been a while since I had worn this tank top. Surprisingly, it made it look like I had decent-sized breasts.

Once I had finished getting my boots on, I lead my companion to my old car. She seemed excited and jumped into the passenger side as soon as the doors were unlocked.

"Okay," I sighed, starting the engine and opening the garage door. "Show me the way girlie."

There were so many people in the front yard, most of them griping red plastic cups. The music was so loud that I could feel it coursing through the ground as the bass pounded through the walls. TenTen dragged me inside and down the stairs, where the source of the music was coming from.

The sheer volume almost made me deaf and I wasn't even close to the DJ. There were so many bodies rubbing against each other as they danced to the rhythm of music. It was considerably hotter down here than it had been upstairs, making it hard to breath. Thankfully, there was a cooler sitting in the corner. I grabbed a Cherry Coke and gulped the cool liquid down.

I had no idea where TenTen had run off to. There was no one I recognized here. So much for having fun. I leaned against the wall, sipping casually on my beverage as I watched girls grind against their dance partners, whether they be male or female.

I would have joined them if they had been my friends. Like I said, not much of a party person with strangers.

"Why are you just standing there, hmm?" A guy hollered at me over the music.

When I turned to look at him, I recognized him as the blonde Hidan had been talking with in geometry. He was wearing a black shirt that had fishnets for sleeves and tight blue jeans. His hair looked messy, even in the pony tail. The guy must have been dancing a lot.

I shrugged and hollered back, "Cause I'm bored! And I just got here!"

He grins and snatches the Cherry Coke out of my hand, placing it on the busy pool table. "That's 'cause you're not on the floor, yeah!" He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards the crowd of dancers. The music was so loud that I could feel the beat course through my veins and control the beat of my heart.

If I had been surrounded by friends, I'd go nuts with the dancing, not caring if I looked like an idiot. But with strangers, I become nervous and tense up. The blonde boy bounces to the beat and I try to follow. He laughs at me and I stop.

Why was I even trying?

Just as I was about to turn to leave, he grabs my arms and presses my back against him. A hot blush crawls to my cheeks and his hands move to my shoulders. "Relax," he says loud enough for me to hear. "Just follow my lead." I felt his hips sway back and forth smoothly. I try to copy his movements, but I could feel myself tense up. Without warning, his hands are on my hips and he's directing them on which way to go.

Eventually, I was able to wiggle my hips without his help. Of course, he had to help me out with a few other moves when it came time to use them. Surprisingly, I was having a good time and I didn't even know his name. This was a first.

The fifth song died down and I went back to the cooler for a drink. All of the dancing bodies was making it so hot that it was starting to suffocate me. I opened a Sprite, the cooler was out of Cherry Coke, and chugged half of the can down greedily.

Apparently, he had followed me. I almost choked on my drink when he appeared next to me. "You look familiar, hmm," he admitted. I guess I would look different without all the layers of clothing hiding my femininity.

"I'll give you a hint," I teased, "We go to the same school."

He chuckled and gave me a playful shove. "That's barely a hint!"

I swallowed a mouthful of the carbonated drink. "Tell me your name and I'll tell you know what class we have together."

He grinned at this. "Deidara, yeah."

"Alright, you ready? I'm only gonna say it once." I laughed as he leaned in closer, pointing his ear towards my mouth. Before I could answer, I heard something crash down the stairs, followed by a delightful "WOOO!"

My curiosity made my feet go towards the stairs, even as Deidara hollered at me. "Hey, wait! You didn't tell me what class we have, un!"

"Geometry!" I yelled before turning the corner.

At the base of the stairs was a drunken Hidan. His drink had spilled all over the carpet and walls, somehow missing his white shirt and tan khakis. The boy was laughing like someone had told a joke. "YEAH!" He declared at the top of his lungs. "THAT FUCKING HURT!" Again, a burst of laughter erupted from him before he fell silent.

"You alright?" I asked. Well, duh self. Of course he's not alright! He's drunk and just got done falling down a large flight of stairs!

He mumbled some drunken slur before his head drooped to one side.

This was not good. A concussion was the last thing this guy needed.

I looked around, wondering why no one else was trying to help him. Even Deidara was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh, I bent down and forced him to sit up. It was difficult to get him to stand up, let alone trying to get him up the stairs again. I had almost lost my balance on multiple occasions as he swung his weight around in confusion.

The stairs had been completed, and I continued through the crowds of people stuffing their faces with pizza, chips and unknown beverages. Were other people drunk too? Or was it just Hidan?

I made it to a sliding glass door, which lead to a nice wooden porch. Once it was open, I didn't bother closing it. I hurried over to a step, which lead to a covered hot tub, and placed Hidan there.

I sat next to him as he started looking around. Some of the alcohol seemed to be wearing out...or was he just getting used to it? I couldn't tell so I nudged his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Fuck yeah I'm okay! Never felt any fuckin' better baby!" The nickname made me shiver uncomfortably. I had to remind myself that he was drunk and had no idea what he was saying.

"The fuck are we doing outside?" he grumbled with a frown, "The party's inside!" When he tried to stand up, I pulled him back down.

"No way are you going back inside!" If he fell down the stairs again, he could break his neck or some other bone. Hell, he might even go unconscious and no one would help him until it could be too late. There was no way I would allow any blood on my hands. Especially at my first party in the new neighborhood!

A weird smile crossed his features. I ignored it until I felt him tug at the strap of my tank-top. "Woah!" I pulled away from him, "The hell are you doing?"

"Oh come on," He grinned, "Girls only want to be alone with a man for one reason." Again he groped at my tank-top strap and I slapped his hand away. Bad move.

With a glare, he grabbed my arm and smothered my face into his shirt. Even as I tried to push away from him, he held me against him tightly. He was stronger than he looked and it was terrifying.

Cold air attacked my bare back and I screamed as loud as I could,; even when my throat started to hurt. As soon as his fingers found my bra's clasp, he was jerked off of me. Immediately, I pulled my shirt down and stood up, ready for anything.

"Alright, I'm going! I'm fucking going!" Hidan grumbled drunkenly before he was shoved back inside. A blue hand slammed the sliding door shut before my rescuer turned to face me.

There was an embarrassed look on Kisame's face as he walked over to me. Then again, I'd be pretty embarrassed too if I had caught some guy trying to rape a girl.

"You alright?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. Thank you for getting him off." Seriously, I don't care what Naruto or Ino have to say about this guy; from this point forward, Kisame's the best person on this whole planet.

We stood in an awkward silence. The wind kicked up and I started shivering, hugging my arms. It was then that he gave me a confused look. "You look...familiar. Have we met before?"

A smirk crossed my lips. "Not formally. But, you did say 'no homo' to me during lunch."

His jaw dropped and I could see his teeth. Yup. Definitely pointed.

"Holy shit," he gasped, "I had no idea you were a girl then!" A small laugh escaped him. "Dude, I am so sorry!"

That laughter was contagious. "Don't worry about it. I get that a lot."

"I'm Kisame by the way," he nods at me, flashing me a smile of pointed teeth. Again, I want to play JAWS.

I've really gotta stop these urges.

I hold my hand out to him for a hand shake. "Dariru." He grasps my hand tightly and I could feel the rough callouses on his palms. "Kind of wish we had introduced ourselves under better circumstances though," I add with a chuckle.

He gets the joke and chuckles too.

It was weird. When I got home, I felt light. Not sick light, but happy light. Yeah, weird right? I'm almost raped and I feel happy. But it's not the Hidan incident that I was thinking about. As I plop onto my bed there were only two things on my mind:

My dance lessons with Deidara and Kisame saving me.

The dance lessons made me feel better about myself. No one had laughed at me and a nice looking guy had even danced with me. I felt more confident about myself. And it was strange feeling, but I liked it a lot! I felt like I could take on the whole world!

And Kisame...

In a fairy tale, he'd be the last person to save anybody. In fact, he'd probably be the bad guy of the story. And despite my weird shark-phobia, I wasn't afraid of him. Even when I saw those pointed teeth of his, I felt nothing but happiness. Though, that might be because he had helped me out.

Whatever it was, I could tell you one thing that I knew for sure:

I was so totally crushing on him.