(Naruto) Theraphy for Dummies 3
Hands rose to her face, slowly rubbed her eyes, and then lowered again. It didn’t help at all, much to her chagrin, and she repeated the motion. After a few more minutes of doing this, she just stood there and stared.
Normally, she would be embarrassed to be caught staring, with her mouth open and her eyes wide, but there were other people doing it as well. Around her, people were chatting happily as they approached the building. Some don’t bother looking at the building or just ignore the sight and enter. The rest glance at it, go back to talking, pause, and then freeze as they look at the building again.
Really, she thought, it isn’t that odd of a building.
It was just…a bit foreboding. Especially considering how the rest of the resort was like.
Finally getting a hold of herself, Tenten tugged at Konan’s leash and marched up the stairs. “This is not getting to me,” she muttered to herself, dodging the frozen people. “If I survived the first few days, I will survive this.”
Behind her someone whipped out a cell phone and took a picture of the building. “Hey, buddy, you won’t believe this. I’m entering a building that’s shaped like a giant dog….No, that’s not the best part….Yes, I’m getting to it. It’s body looks like dynamite sticks and it’s head is one of those large, round bombs….Yes, just like the one’s in your game….The entrance is the mouth, where the tongue is this giant string-the ones that you light the dynamite with-and it’s one fire….of course it’s fake fire! Why would they risk our lives with-wait….Oh, actually, that fire might be real. Someone fell into it and is running around screaming….no, I don’t think they’re just acting….Are the dynamite sticks real? Uh…..No….I’m not sure, I don’t think they’re real….yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll take the day off.”
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Therapy for Dummies
Part III
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“Come on, Konan, keep being a nice girl…” Tenten begged while she pulled the dog behind her. “Keep doing what I want…or, well, at least letting me make you do what I want.”
Konan merely growled, digging her feet into to the carpet. It had been like this since morning, with Konan refusing to move and Tenten pulling her everywhere. Treats, threats, bribes, nothing worked and she was annoyed.
“This is another reason I really don’t like dogs. They don’t listen.” Tenten jerked the leash, almost angrily, before realizing that Konan was rather small and fragile. “I’m doing this for you! Why won’t you just go in?”
After fighting a little longer, they managed to make it into the main building. “This is probably the stomach,” Tenten told herself, thinking of the building shape. Inside it was decorated nice enough, with streamers and ribbons hanging from the walls. The carpet was a thick, soft plush, reaching to just above her ankles, and there were tables with balloons and food. It was more like a party than anything else.
The small dogs were barely visible, just small holes in the carpet.
Looking down at a table nearby, she saw a program and grabbed it. Before she could open it, though, two blonde girls approached her.
“Hey-” they said at the same time, from either side of Tenten, before stopping and glaring at each other.
“I saw her first.” The blonde on her left side said this, her hair held back in a ponytail and a long bang covering one-side of her face.
“Sure, after me of course,” the other girl coolly replied, her hair in four ponytail’s that defied gravity.
“You’re just jealous that I found someone to hang out with, Temari!”
“And why would I be jealous of you, Ino?”
“So many reasons, like my looks, my-”
“Not your intelligence of course, though.”
“What? Why you-” Ino started to screech before quickly calming down and flashing a small smirk. “Oh, I see. You give up on being smart. Is that why you play with that fan of yours?”
“Better than anything you do. Trying to be psychic and read people’s minds again?”
They started to bicker like this, Ino looking for a fight and Temari just barely holding herself back but trying to be cool about it. Tenten nervously looked back and forth, trying to edge her way away from them but they caged her between them.
“I don’t know what Shikamaru ever saw in you!” Ino screeched.
Temari shot back, “Same here. Obviously, you’re just a pest to him.”
“What was that? You’re the annoyance!”
Tenten was right between them. Exactly right between them. If they lunged, she’d go down with them.
That was not happening.
She took a small step back, and then another. Nearly there, she thought, when she bumped into Konan.
“Hey, you.” Temari jerked Tenten forward, stopping her from falling. “Which one of us is the most annoying?”
“She is, right?” Ino glared angrily at Temari.
“Uh…” There was no good way to answer this question. “Well….” They looked at her expectantly.
Shit. She was so screwed.
“Uh…I really don’t know either of you…so…” Tenten usually was confident and said what she wanted to say, but the look on their faces….She didn’t doubt that if she said the wrong thing, they would attack.
“Wh-” Ino began to say when Konan barked loudly before pouncing on her dog. Temari’s dog started jumping around, excited and soon the three dogs were in a pile.
Tenten froze, wondering if she was off the hook, while Temari and Ino blinked and looked down at their dogs. After a few minutes of silence, Tenten coughed lightly and Temari started to laugh.
“Sorry about that, guess I was being a bit overwhelming.” She held out a hand and Tenten looked at it suspiciously. The girl was calmer now, as was the other, so she deemed it safe enough.
“Yeah, you were. I kept feeling like you were going to kill me.”
Ino sniffed. “Like I would kill someone because of her.”
“Do you want to get a seat?” Tenten quickly said before another fight started. Pulling the two along with her, she sat them down on two seats in the front and put herself between them.
“I think it’s going to start soon,” she told them, opening the program.
-x-
WELCOME TO THE AMAZING ART PREFORMANCE-
Idiot, this is the small dog class pamphlet.
I’M NOT AN IDIOT, YEAH. I just have better art tastes than you.
Your art tastes are worthless, just like the garbage you call art.
STOP INSULTING MY ART. Obviously, you don’t know real art if you saw it.
That’s you. Now, get back to the point of this.
Right. WELCOME TO THE AMAZING SMALL DOG CLASS!
This is run by me, Sasori-
AND BY ME, THE AMAZING DEIDARA!
When did you get this excited about this? You didn’t like it in the first place.
I got promoted. And the building…if it blew-up, it would be better, but it inspires me.
If it blew up, we’d all be dead. Do I have to start writing this now?
No, no, I’ll do it, yeah. Let’s see…I need to put a program of what we’re doing today.
Yeah. And then we’ll have to make this tomorrow. And the day after. Joy.
We can get someone else to do it.
…I’ll think about that.
Program:
1) THE INTRO
2) “OMG. IT’S DEIDARA” moment. (Be serious. For once. That’s not happening.)
3) Meet Sasori. (Better.)
4) Small dog info session.
5) Class sign-ups. (YEAH! FORCING NEWBIES TO JOIN! THREATS! YEAH!)
6) Food.
7) End. (Serious enough?) (A little longer.) (So picky, yeah. This is boring. I’m done.)
Bring your dogs for the afternoon class.
AND BE PREPARED FOR THE AMAZING FINALE.
I thought you were done.
I’m done now.
Good.
Why are we arguing on paper?
…we’re on computers in different parts of the resort. I can’t hit you from here.
Shouldn’t we erase this part?
I’ll leave it to the printing guys. Surely they’re not that idiotic that they’ll leave this on.
-x-
“They are that idiotic.”
“…as are the guys handling this,” Tenten added, agreeing with Temari.
“Actually, I don’t know, the guy that’s not Deidara-Sasori-seems kinda…hot.”
“Ino, you can tell this by reading his typing?” Temari raised an eyebrow. “I think Deidara is just like you.” Tenten snickered.
“What? He’s arrogant and so concerned with himself. And he seems like an idiot.” Ino huffed, feeling insulted to be compared to him.
“Exactly.”
They started to argue again but the lights dimmed. “Look, it’s starting,” Ino cheerfully said, excited. “I can’t wait to meet…” She glanced down at the program. “Sasori, I think.”
“HELLO!” A voice boomed in the room and a giant bang sounded. There was a hole in the back of the building and from it stepped a figure.
“I am Deidara!” He grinned, all friendly-like, to the crowd, but there was something raw and mad to that grin. Tenten shivered slightly, afraid, before she realized something. She looked at his long blonde hair, his blue eyes, and immediately realized what would happen.
“Ino,” she started.
“He looks,” Temari began.
“THAT COPY-CAT!” Ino screeched.
Deidara looked down, surprised, and then smirked. “Look, I have a fan already!”
“I…A FAN?”
Tenten reached over to Ino, pulling her back into her seat. “Don’t make a scene right now,” she hissed.
Temari smirked. “Hey, Ino, I was right about you two being similar.”
“You’re not helping!”
“I’m going to kill that man!”
“Ino, be reasonable! This will not help!”
“He has my looks, Tenten! What am I supposed to do, ignore that? What sort of a guy dresses up like a girl anyways?”
“I didn’t know you had a twin, Ino…though, he is kinda hot…” Temari grinned, knowing Ino’s response.
“Don’t even think about it. That’s just…wrong. Complimenting him and wanting to date him.”
“Temari, you’re still not helping.”
“Shh! Tenten, the twin’s talking again.”
Deidara clapped his hands. “Anyways, I have someone I’d like you all to meet…my cat!” A big, black cat came, with red and orange streaks on it. “His name is…well…” Deidara looked a little sad as he said this, a wistful look on his face. “There was an accident and my partner died. Even though we argued a lot, I respected him and his art opinions. To honour him, I named my cat ‘Sasori’ after him.”
There was a collective sigh from some girls in the audience upon seeing his disheartened face.
“I’ll keep this class going in his memory!”
“Idiot, I’m still alive,” another man said as he walked onto the stage using the stairs.
“Really?” Deidara looked shocked for a moment before giving a small shrug. He got over his surprise quickly and then looked down at his cat. “Then I guess the cat goes back to its first name, Tobi.”
“Hey, Tenten,” Temari whispered while Tenten continued to hold back Ino.
“What?” She was being jostled around and her arms felt as though they were going to fall off.
“Why does the small dog class teacher have a cat?”
“I don’t know.” Tenten frowned, puzzled.
“He’s a loser, that’s why,” Ino fumed, “My favourite animal’s a cat!”
Ino tried to break loose again and Tenten tightened her grip. This was going to be a long meeting.
From the corner of her eye, she saw something move and tilted her head slightly to look at it. It was that Uchiha-Itachi, if she remembered right. He looked empty-no annoyance on his face, or anything happy. It was as though he was just here, just trying to get by. Feeling her stare, he glanced in her direction and raised an elegant eyebrow at her predicament.
Her face burning-from anger and embarrassment, of course-she looked away.
Before she did, she could have sworn there was a small, amused twist of his lips, nearly a smirk.
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A/N: Obviously, I have to plan this thing out better, but anyways, here’s another long-awaited chapter.
Seriously, feel free to PM me hate messages if I take too long. I might forget to update things if that doesn’t happen.
Anyways, hope this was good-it’s longer than last chapter, at least-and I’ll try to update by the end of the week. Though, it depends if I finish writing my other updates by then. As it is the winter break, I hope I at least update this twice after this.
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