A Fatalistic Series of Events

“N-neji-nii I-I’m h-here with y-your d-d-d-d-dresses…” Hinata said quietly outside her cousin's room, holding onto the carefully packed bag. She’d decided to visit Neji first, having been told just what she was to teach them already.

Neji cast a desperate look at the door. He really, really didn't want to do this... At least it was B-Rank and decent pay.

Reluctantly, he stood up and went over to the door, sliding it open for her to enter.

Hinata blushed a little, stepping into the room for the second time in her life.

“Y-y-you d-don’t n-need my h-help w-w-with the m-make-up.” She said, holding out the bag. “D-do y-you?”

Neji turned and walked back over, willing a forming blush down. "No, Hinata-sama, I don't," he said after felt he had control over himself again.

She smiled, bowing to her cousin and not stepping further into the room.

“I-it’s u-u-understanda-able, N-neji-nii.” She said gently. For males, admitting they knew something like that was often uncomfortable.

Neji just nodded, not wanting to talk about it and just get it over with. "What do you have for the mission, then?" he asked, resigned to what he had to do.

“Th-this, N-neji-nii.” She held out the bag. Inside were several dresses and money if they needed to buy any more when they got there and of course a full make-up kit. “I-I’m t-t-told that y-you shouldn’t u-use too m-much of th-the m-m-make-up.”

Neji turned and took the bag, peeking into it. He blanched a little at all the different fabrics, some with busy and gaudy prints but most of them a solid color. He hesitantly pulled one out, unfolding a long blue gown, sparkling sheer fabric covering over the non-see-through bottom.

He felt like throwing the dresses and Hinata out of his room, but he clamped down on that urge.

Hinata flushed looking away as Neji began examining the clothes.

“I-I’ll b-be goi-ing now…” She trailed away, bowing and heading for the door. She still had Kiba to go visit as well.

Neji looked up, eyes a little panicked. He hesitated before swallowing some of his pride. "Hinata-sama, wait," he said, looking back down at the dress. "I... I may know how to apply make-up, but... I, uh... how do you get these things on?" He blushed almost as bad as Hinata, looking down in confusion at all the different snaps and ties and zippers.

Hinata turned back, blushing deeply herself. She stepped forward, lifting up one dress in example.

“Y-you slip it o-on here, a-a-and pull i-it up. Th-then you s-slip y-y-your arms th-through h-here, and r-reach behind t-to z-z-zip it up.” She demonstrated by pulling the zipper all the way down then all the way up. She continued through all the other dresses, finding a few that even she wasn’t sure about.

“I-I’m s-s-s-sorry I-I c-couldn’t help m-m-more, Neji-n-nii.” She said in apology when she’d finished walking him through the last dress.

Neji sighed and nodded, looking a little sick to his stomach. How the hell was he going to pull this off?

"It's fine, Hinata-sama," he muttered. "Ah, thank you for your help."

“Y-y-you’re w-welcome, N-neji-nii-san.” She said, smiling as she bowed. She headed for the door, sliding it open and turning back.

“G-good luck w-with your m-m-missions a-and g-good night, N-neji-nii.”

"Thank you, Hinata-sama," Neji said with a bow of his own. "And good luck in teaching Inuzuka what he needs to know."

She nodded at him, smiling, before she closed the door and left.

--

“Man, this is so stupid…” Kiba said as he stood in front of his mirror the next day, holding the weird powdering puff thing and trying to powder the tattoos away. It wasn’t working and he knew it, but he was loath to use the cover-up creams until absolutely necessary.

“….Damnit.” He used a tissue to wipe what he’d done away, picking up one of the little round things, unscrewing the top. He dipped a finger in, smearing it over the red haphazardly, the finishing result a smeary triangle of a lighter tone on his cheeks. But the red was covered so it was good.

“Time to go see if Neji’s there…” He grumbled, shoving the make-up back into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and walking out to go meet Neji.

Neji hurried along the streets, keeping his head down for once. He didn't want to see anyone looking at him, didn't want to see if anyone recognized him, didn't want to see if they didn't and were still staring.

He had, embarrassingly, found bras packed into the bag along with fake silicon breast to use this morning and it took him a full five minutes to get it on. He decided to wear one of the kimonos out of the village instead of a gown, hoping it would create less attention to him.

He arrived at the gate, peeking up through his curtain of hair, only using two barrettes on one side to keep it back instead of a tie. Not seeing Kiba there yet, he sighed and waited off to the side.

Once he’d actually arrived at the meeting spot, Kiba almost overlooked Neji. He stopped and stared, remembering that he was probably supposed to have put some of the fine clothing he’d gotten on as well.

Well, I didn’t know what he’d be wearing so… he tried to reason, shaking his head and walking up to the other boy.

“Hey… Nanao…” He said, about to say Neji. He might as well get used to saying his female name now.

Neji almost forgot his 'new name' but looked up, opening his mouth to greet him before gaping instead. "...You..." he trailed off, heaving a sigh. "You didn't put on your make-up right, you idiot," he hissed.

Kiba flushed, the heavy amounts of cover up hiding it in places so that it looked splotchy.

“I didn’t pay attention all right?! It doesn’t matter, the red’s all covered.” He hiked the pack on his shoulder.

Neji frowned and shook his head. "No, it obviously looks like you're covering something. Come on," he said, grabbing one of his wrists and pulling him over to a bench and making him sit. He put his own bag down on the ground before sitting next to him. "Get out your make-up and I'll fix it."

Kiba did so, a little surprised. He hadn’t thought it was that big a deal, honestly…

“So… I should probably get out the stuff to match you, huh?”

Neji gave him a displeased look but nodded. "This mission is supposed to be completely incognito," he re-explained quietly. "Anything that could hint at us being ninja, for example spots on our cheeks that show something is being hidden, is dangerous. We're civilians, nothing special about us except for our 'wealth'."

He took the make-up from him. "The minute we set foot outside those gates, we are Nanao and Kotsuke. Go change somewhere nearby; I'll wait here and fix your face when you come back."

“I know I know, but I didn’t know what you were gonna wear and I’ve gotta match to every outfit you’ve got.” He explained, looking at Neji’s kimono a second time before digging until he found the match. “And I just suck with make-up. Couldn’t even help my sister when she first started using it, she ended up stabbing me with the mascara thingy….” He was mostly grumbling to himself by the end, having been walking away during his trip down memory lane. Why she’d even asked him was beyond him, other girls did it on their own…

Neji sighed as he watched the other shinobi walk away. He could tell he'd be a stressed wreck by the end of this mission. Hopefully they would finish the mission within four days instead of the one-to-two weeks it was given.

Kiba walked until he was in a clearing relatively close by but surrounded by trees. He stripped down to his boxers, slipping the soft material over his shoulders and belting it down at the middle. He couldn’t really keep it from slipping top wise, but the small triangle of chest wasn’t enough to bother him. He was really more worried that Neji wouldn’t approve and would re-tie it for him. He’d worn his favorite boxers today, with little puppies in adorable poses.

He began walking back, his original clothing under one arm.

Neji pointedly ignored the man who was trying to get his attention and leering at him. God damnit, why him! At least it proved his disguise was flawless, though. He jerked away and turned to glare at the man when he started playing with his hair, trying to coax him to come closer.

Kiba at first wanted to laugh at the unfortunate man hitting on Hyuuga, when he remembered that Neji couldn’t use his magic fingers to knock him out even though they were still in Konoha. He paused, thinking. According to the roles they were playing he should be pissed at the guy. He smirked.

This was gonna be fun.

“Hey you, fucker. What are you doing to my girlfriend?” He demanded harshly, watching the guy snatch his hand back and bristle. Kiba had to resist showing his fangs, instead stepping forward, grabbing Neji’s hand and pulling him to his feet. An arm settled across the Hyuuga’s shoulder easily, the movement jerking his kimono open more, almost to the point of nipple but definitely enough to show off his fitness.

“Keep your hands to yourself buddy. This one’s taken and I’m sure if she wasn’t she’d still dump you on your ass.”

Neji snapped his head up when he heard Kiba, flushing as he was jerked forward into him. He mentally gave himself a pat on his back for not glaring at the Inuzuka either but he promised him a slow painful torture later.

The man stood up, looking between them, frowning. "Whatever," he scoffed, grinning a second later. "When you realize you should dump his ass, honey, come look for me."

“I’m sure if she dumped me she’d be looking for a better man not a worse one.” Kiba snarled, tightening his hold on Neji possessively.

The man just laughed before turning and walking away.

Once he was far enough away, Neji looked at Kiba, trying not to glare. He had just helped him and had done just what he should've done for the mission. But that didn't make it any easier for Neji.

"You can let go of me now," he muttered.

Kiba turned, satisfaction warm in his belly and chest. So he might have spent too much time around canines, but successfully guarding something that was ‘his’ just felt damn good. He was reluctant to withdraw his arm but did so for Neji.

"Yeah…” He felt like he should say sorry but that would cheapen the glory in driving off the other male. “So you gonna fix my make-up or is it fine now?”

Neji shook his head. "No, I'm fixing it. You can still notice the shape of your tattoos and you didn't spread it evenly anyway." He sat back down and picked up Kiba's make-up case, opening it.

"Sit, boy," he said, giving a small smirk.

Kiba couldn’t help but grin, sitting casually on the bench, propping his arms up on the backrest, lifting the loose yukata so that it framed his collar and drew down his chest in a long narrow v.

“Yes, master.”

Neji let out a soft snort and brought out a moist cloth from the bag, reaching over and rubbing it across Kiba's cheeks, spreading the cold cream around and cleaning off the make-up.

Once he was clean again, Neji quickly brought out the foundation and dabbed it onto a wedge sponge before rubbing it on the other's face. He spread it around evenly, even down to his neck, making sure to use a little bit of a thicker coat over the actual tattoos just in case.

Kiba shivered a little, squirming when it went across his neck.

“Why’re you so good at it?” He said grudgingly, feeling Neji’s confidence in his movements.

Neji rolled his eyes. "Because I listened to Hinata," he lied. There was no way he'd admit it was from lots of practice. He put the make-up back in the bag, taking out a container of rouge and brushing just a little over Kiba's cheeks; without it he'd look too pale and unnatural.

When done, he put the rest of it back in the bag and closed it up, handing it back to Kiba.

Kiba blushed a little but didn’t even bite. He’d been too embarrassed to listen to Hinata and honestly hadn’t been sure how he’d fooled her into believing he could do it on his own.

“So while you’re at it, is it supposed to do this?” Kiba asked, grabbing the bag and setting it next to him, indicating his partially exposed chest.

"Not unless you're trying to be a male hooker," he said, trying to contain his exasperation. "Have you never really worn formal wear such as this?" he asked in disbelief as he stood up, indicating that Kiba should do the same.

Neji had worn the style of clothes that he was wearing too many times to count. But, then again, he supposed if the Inuzuka's spent money on such fine clothes it would be ruined quickly and, as such, a waste.

Kiba stood, plucking at the fabric in distaste.

“This stuffs too loose. It doesn’t feel right. It’s like I’m just wrapping a blanket over me, not wearing something that should stay on.” Kiba complained. Honestly, clothing should be more form fitting, like it’s meant to be there not like it’s just there. He shook his head to himself. No, these clothes made him feel like a snake about to shed its skin.

Neji frowned. "That's because you put it on loose," he said, reaching out and forcefully moving the other's hands. He wrapped it up higher and tighter so only just a small bit of his collarbone was shown.

"Hold it like that," he instructed, only letting go once Kiba held the fabric in place. He tugged the obi tighter around him to hold it in place then took a step back. "There."

Kiba growled and grumbled but had to admit it was better. Though it still felt loose compared to what he normally wore. He scratched his hip through the material testily.

“I don’t like it, but you made it better…” He admitted finally, turning to grab is stuff. “Let’s go already.”

Neji smirked and picked up his own bag. "We're only going to the next town to the east, so there won't be any need for running or using speed to get there," he said as he shouldered the bag.

“But then we have to go to stupid parties where everyone plays dress up.” Kiba said, waiting for Neji to take off. He was the team leader after all.

And he might not have paid attention to the map.

"You'll get used to it," he said, starting off and walking out of the village. "Believe me." He had with all the social gatherings he'd had to attend over the years.

“I don’t want to get used to them…” Kiba said, trailing off. “They sound like the biggest waste of time you could have.”

Neji chuckled and gave a nod. "For the most part, they are. It's really all just a big show to brag about what you have or could have. Sometimes to make connections in high places."

Kiba put his hands behind his head, scoffing.

“See? Stupid.” Although he wasn’t so sure his clan never did any of that. He was the younger child of his family, and they weren’t sexist so his sister would be the ‘heir’ to his mother and fathers legacy.

"Mm." Neji reached a hand up and tugged one of Kiba's arms down. "We're playing parts now, try to act more like Kotsuke's supposed to. I don't expect you to really play your part until we enter the town, but practice makes perfect."

“Kotsuke’s supposed to be an ass who flaunts his girlfriend like a trophy.” Kiba said, growling. “I’m supposed to brag about you and shit.”

"But I doubt he would be walking like a slob," he countered. "Only couples who are wealthy on both sides are allowed in, so you have to act more refined."

“So I have to pretend to be a bastard and I have to pretend to have a stick up my ass?” Kiba whined, dropping his hands and walking with his back straight. This mission sucked.

"And you think I'm going to enjoy acting like a weak, helpless girl? It's a mission and we have to do this whether we like it or not," he said, sighing. "Besides, the guy we're looking for isn't just a regular missing-nin. If he's there, the sooner we can get back and send ANBU to dispose of him."

“Yeah yeah, sucks to be both of us…” Kiba agreed. “What kinda place are we staying at anyway?”

Neji shook his head a little. "I'm not sure. Tsunade didn't give more information than that we're staying at a hotel close-by. It's called The Wakaya¹."

“Very informative. I wonder if they copped out for a good room, you know, since we’re supposed to be rich and all.” He caught himself as he tried lifting his hands to his head, a little frustrated that there weren’t pockets for his hands.

Neji smirked a little, noticing the catch and mentally approving. "Depends on how important this mission is to the Hokage," he said. "We all know she's shrewd with her money, well, unless with gambling, but it's important to keep our charade going, so..." He trailed off.

"I'm sure it's at least decent and not a hole-in-the-wall."

Kiba snorted but decided to wait until he saw the hotel for himself.

“So is there a party tonight? Are they even daily or what?”

"There's one tonight, yes," Neji said, frowning a little and not looking forward to it. "There are gatherings every night, but only a full-swing party once a week. We don't have to go every night, but we should go more than two or three times."

“It’s not a party if no one gets drunk.” Kiba grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Neji chuckled. "I'm sure someone will be drunk every night, there's always alcohol at these kinds of things."

“…Do you think Kotsuke would get drunk?”

"Maybe. Probably," he said, then shot him a small glare. "But you're not going to. We can drink, but no more than three, preferably not even that many."

Kiba pouted at him.

“You’re no fun. I think it would solidify our characters. You could even lovingly support me back to the hotel room.”

"I'm sure you can act drunk perfectly fine, you've had enough experience. I don't care if you relax a little with a drink but you're not getting drunk. It's a mission and you're to remain alert."

Kiba pouted harder at him.

“…Have you ever been drunk Ne… Nanao?”

"No," he said with a shake of his head. "And I don't ever plan to be."

Kiba remained silent in his shock, vowing to get him drunk before this mission was over and they parted ways.

“…Are we close to the town yet?”

Neji sighed, hoping he wouldn't be like Naruto and ask that every ten minutes. "No, another hour or so and we should be there."

Kiba sighed and grumbled and considered raising his hands above his head just to annoy Neji before discarding it in favor of simply walking.

--

“Holy shit that’s awesome!” Kiba said when he saw the hotel, much better than any other mission he’d been on had ever given him.

Neji nodded silently, impressed with the hotel. At least Tsunade hadn't sent them to an average or less-than-average hotel.

He tugged gently on Kiba's arm, where his own were clinging and wrapped around ever since they could see the town's buildings from the distance. "Let's check in, Kotsuke-kun," he said, voice softer and higher-pitched than normal. His chest ached a little where he'd had to juuken himself to manipulate his vocal cords after they'd determined that he couldn't fake a female's voice on his own.

Kiba turned to Neji, trying to remember how his character acted. He was looking forward to teasing Neji as much as he could.

“Sure thing, babe.” He leaned in and buried his nose in the long black hair. “Aren’t you glad you’re with a guy with such awesome parents?”

Inwardly seething at having to do this, Neji just gave a small nod and plastered a smile on his face. "Of course, honey."

Kiba had to bury further into the luxurious hair to contain his laughter.

“Alright sweet thing, you go find someone to carry the bags for you while I talk to the clerk.” He said when he had control, waiting until they were inside before handing Neji his bag.

Neji bit the inside of his mouth to keep from yelling, tightening his grip on his arm in warning. He nodded and moved away, taking both bags before going to search for a bellhop.

It's a mission; he had to keep reminding himself.

Kiba left Neji, knowing the other had to be pissed. He grinned, speaking with the front desk about their rooms using the name Tsunade had given them. He came back to Neji with a keycard, still grinning.

“Ready Nanao?”

Neji turned around and looked at Kiba, nodding. "Someone already took our bags up for us," he said. Of course, he'd made sure to keep any shinobi tools on their own persons.

“Alright, let’s go then.” He slipped an arm around Neji’s waist as he walked, resting his hand on the hip he could feel there.

Neji flushed, not sure if it was in anger or not, and leaned into Kiba, giving another nod. They paused outside of their room, Neji waiting for Kiba to unlock the door since he had the key.

Kiba let go, trailing his hand across Neji’s low back and upper buttock before reaching out with the key and unlocking the door. He placed a hand possessively at the small of Neji’s back, smiling at another pair just leaving their own room and pushing gently.

He closed the door behind them and immediately dropped his hand from Neji, holding a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out right.

Neji just flushed deeper and moved further into the room. He took a few calming breaths before turning around, face schooled.

"The party's supposed to start at nine, so we have quite a few hours to scout out the town a little. Probably even relax here alone too."

Kiba let a few short snorts of laughter out to take the edge off before attempting to actually talk.

“Oh man, if I ever thought I could call you sweet thing in public and not get castrated, I’d have tried it sooner!” He said, snickering before he could catch himself.

Neji scowled, glaring at him. "Don't think for a second that I enjoy it," he hissed out, feminine voice hardly as intimidating as it would be normally.

Kiba blinked at him before breaking out into deep masculine laughter. Maybe just a little more throaty to get at Neji.

“Oh, Nanao, you love me!” He teased, waggling his eyes at Neji. “And I certainly love that lipstick you’ve got. Makes me want to kiss those pretty little lips.” He laughed again, walking further into the hotel room.

Neji's eyes flashed a little in anger before he froze a little, smirking. "If you're nice, Kotsuke," he said, sauntering over to him, stopping less than an inch from Kiba and bringing up a well-manicured finger to trace under his chin, "maybe I'll let you."

He then dropped his hand and turned away, going to sit down at the large table, hoping to get right to the mission and start planning things out better.

Kiba was having trouble not remembering the night they’d spent together and all its physical pleasures. Even when he reminded himself about the fight and the attack, the image of those lips and the tingly after sensations of the nail came to the surface. He grinned moving up behind the sitting boy and sliding both hands through the other boy’s hair.

“Aww, aren’t I always nice to you, Nanao-chan?” He said, kissing the top of Neji’s head before backing off, moving to the opposite side of the table.

Neji tensed slightly, cheeks coloring. Doing his best to ignore the past minute, he pulled out a scroll from his sleeve, placing it on the table.

"I'm sure you didn't read it thoroughly back home, so do so again. We need to memorize everything about this man."

Kiba took the scroll, grumbling a little as he skimmed and read aloud.

“Brown hair, brown eyes… this guy looks really normal…” Kiba leaned down to look at the picture more. "Little scar next to his," he tapped his own nose, “right nostril, willing to kill.” He looked up and cocked his head at Neji as if to say ‘that all?’

Neji nodded. "When he left Konoha, he took a forbidden scroll with him and left a small massacre behind at the hospital," he explained, knowing the Inuzuka wasn't going to read much further. "Luckily it was before Sakura started her training."

“Alright, we go to the party, check for people with brown hair, and keep checking till we find our guy.” Kiba said. It sounded pretty simple to him.

"Essentially, yes," he said, wishing the other boy didn't think so simply. "We have to focus on finding him, but we can't let our cover slip. Which means we have to mingle with everyone, whether they are who we're looking for or not."

Neji sighed, wishing this could be a different mission. He really didn't enjoy this type; he liked to use his mind, but he'd rather be doing something instead of just sitting back and... socializing.

"When we find him and confirm it's him, we have to find out how long he's staying and, if leaving soon, where he'll be going. Then we'll send a letter back and wait to see if we're dismissed from the mission."

“Right right, gotta strut my girl around the party.” Kiba said with a wolfish smile.

Neji shot him a small glare, but couldn't really say anything against it; those were their roles after all.

"We have a little over six hours until the party starts, which means we have four hours to familiarize ourselves with the town and try to gather information," he said.

Kiba nodded, standing up after yawning in boredom over the thought of all the aimless walking he’d be doing. Well, not entirely aimless but once he left this village he’d have no need…

“Alright, let’s go…”

Neji stood up, automatically straightening the kimono. "Oh, and try and keep your hands above the waist. I know we're supposed to be a couple now, but not all couples grope in public."

Kiba grinned, wiggling his fingers at Neji.

“Couldn’t help myself, you may act like a stick is stuffed up it but you’ve got a cute ass and I’m sure Kotsuke couldn’t resist fondling it if he tried. You know it’s all in my character, I just want the mission to go smoothly.” He grinned at Neji when he finished.

Neji glared lightly. "Keep it to a minimum then, if you feel you absolutely have to. Preferably only at the party when we really have to make an impression of a good couple."

“Sir, yes, sir.” He said, snickering. “Are we going to the party as is or in something even fancier?”

His eyes narrowed a little more, knowing he was being mocked. "We're changing later. We'll come back here by seven and get ready for the party."

Kiba nodded, walking past Neji and to the front door. He opened it, waiting for the other.

“Let’s go Nanao, I want to explore.”

Neji nodded, forcing another smile onto his face and went over, taking his hand.

--

Hours later, Neji walked back into the room, scowling and glaring when the door closed. He hated this! Why did everyone have to stare at him like that? He knew it meant they were succeeding in what they were supposed to do, but it still didn't sit well with him.

“Well, I think Nanao could make Sasuke fangirls go lesbian.” Kiba said with a laugh after closing the door and seeing the instantaneous change.

Neji turned his glare onto him but just said, "Get a change of clothes and get ready for the party."

He stalked over to his own bag and pulled out a sleek red dress before heading into the bathroom to change. No way was he letting Kiba see anything he didn't have to.

Kiba shrugged, digging for the clothes he needed and moving into the bedroom to change. It took him a few moments to figure out how the confusing western thing worked, but he soon mastered the three piece thing… somewhat. He tossed the tie onto the pillow after his fourth attempt at the strange knot. Westerners were so complicated.

“At least it fits on me though…” He muttered, appreciating the way the suit fit him.

Neji came out of the bathroom a while later, having debated with himself for minutes whether to just leave his hair down or not. Since it was a formal party, he decided on up, putting it in a semi-messy bun, some of his hair still falling down and around his face.

He had re-applied his make-up, making sure that his branch seal was covered up completely. He hated leaving it even that exposed, but he couldn't go around with his coverings on.

He felt too self-conscious in the dress, glad it at least covered up his neck fully, but it left his arms completely bare and he knew those slits on the sides wouldn't hide his legs at all. He just hoped they wouldn't look too muscular.

Kiba grinned at him, though it wasn’t lecherous. He put his hands in the pants pocket, ignoring the vest pocket.

“You look beautiful.” He said sincerely, wishing he wasn’t in the ridiculous suit.

Neji flushed a little, frowning and giving him a weird look. He let it go though and walked over to him. "It's a tie event; you have to put it on," he said, picking up said piece of clothing and handing it back to him.

He sat down after and started putting on his heeled sandals, hoping he could walk well in them. He didn't see why he wouldn't, though; he had the grace and balance of a ninja, after all.

Kiba glared at the long strip of fabric. It was a good silk material, soft and cool under his hands, but he just wanted to shred it. Stupid thing. Stupid parties. He knew if he put up a fight Neji would just fight back and in the end he’d wear it, but…

“Neji…” He held the tie loosely, looking at the splendid male getting the heels on and swallowed. “…help?”

Neji looked over at him and rolled his eyes. He stood up and took the tie from him. "Do you know how to do anything?" he asked as he wrapped it around Kiba's neck, twisting and flipping the fabric around itself into the right knot.

“Why would I know something I’ve never been taught?” Kiba asked hotly, turning his eyes from Neji as the boy got closer. See, this is why women could control men. A little make-up and a nice dress and they were willing to eat from their palm and Kiba couldn’t help but have that feeling come over him around Neji, even though he wasn’t really a girl. “I’ve never been to a formal thing, I’m the younger kid in my family and we avoid unnecessary stuff like that if we can.”

Neji frowned slightly but just nodded and straightened out the tie before tugging on his jacket and buttoning it up over the tie.

“Thanks…” Kiba mumbled, shifting where he stood. “Ready to go now?”

Neji gave another nod, taking a hesitant step back to test himself with the shoes. He relaxed a little when he didn't slip, satisfied.

"Let's go then."

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1. The Wakaya is a real hotel/spa, situated on Wakaya Island, Fiji, and one of the most expensive in the world. Rates go from $1,900-$7,600 per night and requires you stay for a minimum of five nights, ten on holidays. Here is their site, if you're interested: http://www.wakaya.com/