Strange Hotels
Put some salsa on that techno
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CHAPTER 2 (put some
salsa on that techno)
“GAARA-CHAN!”
The red headed
running towards him.
“If you ever call
me that again, Naruto, I’m using my desert coffin.” Gaara stated firmly.
“
“Fine. Then I’ll
just tell Temari that you were the one that broke her favorite fan last year.”
Naruto
I would prefer to be in the coffin!
“So, Gaara where’s
the nearest ramen shop?”
“What?”
“Ramen. Sakura said
that you would treat me.”
“She didn’t say
anything about it to me, besides-”
Naruto felt a chill
run up his spine.
“There are no ramen
shops in this village.”
Gaara heard a loud
thud and looked down to see Naruto crying on the ground. Staring at the man
sobbing in the dirt he thought, He hasn’t
changed at all.
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After Naruto
unpacked his stuff at Gaara’s house, Gaara told him
to hurry up and get his club clothes on, because he was taking him to a techno
club his sister had just told him about. Naruto quickly put on a form fitting
blue shirt that stopped a good two inches before reaching his hips and a pair
of black, baggy hip-hugger pants complete with a rope belt (Burn orange
jumpsuit. Burn in the eternal flames of fashion HELL. Le bwahahaaa,
le fufufu. Le KUKUKUKUKUUUU!!!).
Running downstairs he met up with Gaara who had elected to wear black jeans, a
loose fitting sleeveless vest made of very thin tan cloth, a wide bracelet on
each wrist and several thin necklaces.
When they arrived
the club was packed. Though fairly large in structure the milling people, loud
music and full spectrum of flashing lights made it seem smaller.
While scanning the
layout, Naruto noticed that the dance floor had been sectioned off and that the
only people on it wore black and red outfits.
“Hey Gaara, what’s
drink.
Gaara glanced over,
“They’re about to have a salsa competition.”
Naruto froze before
he got the cup to his lips. Wasn’t this a
techno club!?
Gaara opened his mouth
to explain but before he could get the words out the DJ announced, “Alright
ladies and gents, welcome to the hottest hippest club in the Sand, The Puppet.
The only place in the world where not only can you find monthly tech-salsa
competitions… you can find monthly male-only,
masquerade tech-salsa competitions.
…
…
mso-bidi-font-family:"Arial Unicode MS"'>What the hell…
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“So anyway without
further ado, I give you the dancers.” Shouted the DJ. Thus commenced the fast
paced, flexible motions of masked, red & black clad, tightly
attention.
“Hey Gaara?” Naruto
asked suddenly.
“What?”
“Does that guy seem
familiar to you?”
For a second, Gaara
stared in the mans direction.
Then said, “
With every
fluctuation of his arm, every spin and grind, the man gradually beat out the
competition. Until with one final twist of his hip...
“I think we have a
winner!” DJ-man yelled as an explosion of applause burst out. “And no surprises
here, it’s our defending champ, Smexy Sensei!”
Another burst of applause and then Sexy --(oh no sorry, my fingers type what
they want to sometimes)-- Smexy Sensei motioned for
the mike.
Receiving it, he
then said “I would like to make an announcement.”
The club went
silent.
“And the
announcement is that-”
He paused. The club
waited eagerly.
“I am now single.”
A huge cheer
erupted throughout the Puppet. Gaara blinked.
Naruto tapped a
nearby woman on the shoulder and asked, “What’s the deal with this guy? And why
is everyone so damned happy about him being single? They don’t even know what
he looks like behind that mask. It covers his entire face.”
The woman replied,
“He’s a regular here for this competition, and is extremely popular, so now
that he’s single everyone’s going to try and take a shot at him. As for the
mask, he always takes it off sooner or later after he dances. And the man just
oozes hotness.”
Smexy
mso-bidi-font-family:"Arial Unicode MS"'> Sensei continued “Now if there is
anyone out there who might want to be with me, this is how it’s going to work.
There are going to be some conditions. After I announce them anyone who fits
the bill, start a line in front of the stage and I’ll interview you for a date.
Questions?”
A rather hefty girl
shouted from the crowd, “Well, actually. I hav-”
“No questions?
Good, on to the conditions.”
Gaara blinked
twice.
“Requirement #1:
You have to be hot.”
Naruto gagged on
his drink.
“#2: You can’t be
over 30. #3: You have to be single-Oh wait, never mind. I forgot that I don’t
care, so scratch that last one.”
Naruto gaped. Gaara
glanced at him, reached over, placed his hand underneath his chin and popped
Smexy
mso-bidi-font-family:"Arial Unicode MS"'> held up his hand. “Oh yeah, I almost
forgot. The most important condition.”
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“You have to be a
guy. Sorry ladies.”
Gaara leaned
against the bar, looking more than a bit disturbed, as Naruto realized that
this masked man had just scarred him for life. A huge clamoring sound filled
the club as all the sexy, young bishounen rushed to
get in the ever growing line and all as us women cried over the unfairness of
life’s most tragic question and fact: Why are the hot ones always gay?
With that
mask and then out of nowhere, pulled out from behind him… the book
Gaara stood
stunned, while Naruto bellowed “OH MY
GOD!”
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Authors note:
originally going to have Gai-sensei be the masked salsa dancer instead of
Kakashi (with everyone fleeing the club instead of rushing to form a line. Can
you imagine him salsa dancing in that green bodysuit?). Then a friend/beta
(thank you Vio-chan) pointed out that Kakashi wasn’t
in my fic. Immediately shouting “That can’t be
right!”, I checked. And she was right. Thank God for small inspirations, huh?
Oh and about my
male only, masquerade tech-salsa competition… just leave it alone man. Just
leave it alone.