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Naruto Mini Stories	By : Strailo Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 35017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: The Artist and The Businessman
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kankuro/Naruto
Chapter: 2
Word count: 1,830
AN: Sorry about being late with this chapter you guys. Yesterday was not a happy day for me, but I’m doing better today. So here’s chapter 2. :D
Review: Jan: Yes, yes he does need those thoughts. ;3 *cackles* But yes, sex does happen and it happens a couple of times. I hope you enjoy it when it comes time. For now, here's the next chapter.
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Smoothing his shirt down, Kankuro eyed himself before smirking happily to himself. He was wearing a dark peach shirt that showed off his toned upper body along with a pair of black slacks, his black shoes completing his outfit. His brown hair was artfully styled and the only jewelry he wore was his high school class ring and a watch. Grabbing his wallet, he checked to make sure that he had the needed ID’s, money, cards and the reservation information, and shoved it into a back pocket as Gaara held out his car keys for him.
“I take it you’ll be staying there tonight?” Gaara asked, his older brother sending his smirk at him.
“Yep. Don’t wait up for me. Don’t forget the trash and your room, man,” Kankuro said, Gaara giving him a look of pure murder. “The bargain was I buy the booze and snacks, you clean your room top to bottom, laundry and trash included. Your booze waits for you in the fridge.”
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Gaara grumbled as Kanakuro left, checking the time. Seeing as it was just after three, he figured that he was on time. Slipping into his car, he started out of the driveway and down the road, gaze slipping to the package that sat on the passenger side seat, lips twitching at the thought of the statue.
It had turned out a whole lot better than anticipated, the finished project gleaming when in the light, and was worth the 326 dollars that it had cost him. The butterfly and dragonfly were both amazingly delicate yet conveyed a sense of strength much like his girlfriend. When he had picked it up, Naruto had been hard at work creating a series of statues based around bamboo, butterflies and dragonflies. The piece that he had commissioned was the first in the series, number zero.
Kankuro had no doubt that Hinata would be ecstatic about the gift.
Pulling up to the house that she shared with Sakura and Ino, he slipped out of the car and placed the bag of the gift onto the back seat of the car. Walking up the front porch stairs, he was unsurprised when the front door was opened by a smiling Hinata. Smiling in return, he pulled her into a tight hug and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.
“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted, getting a sweet smile from Hinata as the she spun, showing off the figure flattering, deep purple dress that brushed her knees.
“Daddy gave me a wonderful gift certificate to my favorite dress shop so I could buy this,” Hinata cooed, lavender eyes sparkling brightly.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect,” Kankuro praised, helping her into the small jacket that went perfectly with the dress. “We are going to the Golden Dove. I have reserved a private booth for the both of us, along with a bottle of your favorite wine. After that is a surprise.”
“Oh, Kankuro, you listened,” he cooed, eyes sparkling brightly as they walked out to the car. Kankuro opened the door for her, allowing her to get into the car with no mishaps, before closing it for her. Walking around, he slipped in, noticing that Hinata had pulled a compact from an inner pocket and was checking her makeup. “At the least you are showing your true wealth.”
“Hinata, my love, just because I have money doesn’t mean I like flaunting it,” Kankuro stated, starting the car with a purr of the engine. “Gaara and I both have a set budget well under our allowances from the company so we can tuck cash away as an emergency fund. When I graduate, I’ll be taking over my position in the company full time, like our mother asked me to. We may also make extra money because we work, but we’re still smart about it.”
“I know, I know,” Hinata huffed, the closest she would ever get to an un-lady like snort. Shaking his head, Kankuro headed for the restaurant, enjoying the time with his girlfriend and denying the fact that despite how beautiful Hinata looked next to him, a Naruto with dried glaze on his arms and fingers, and clay spattered jeans was still hotter.
Kankuro had never denied the fact that he would happily fuck anything human shaped and with the proper equipment as long as they were legal. But he highly doubted that it was a good thing to be thinking about a guy who was younger than his girlfriend by a good 3 months and who he barely knew.
Shaking those thoughts out of his head, Kankuro pulled up to the valet and reached back to grab the gift, getting out and walking around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. Helping his girlfriend out of the car, he took the stub from the valet and walked her into the restaurant, pausing before the hostess.
“Two for Sabuku, private booth,” Kankuro said to the hostess who nodded and grabbed two menus.
“Your table and bottle of wine are ready,” she said softly, leading the way back to the booth. As the two sat down, she laid the menus down before leaving as their water came over and opened the bottle of wine. Pouring it, he left them to figure out what they wanted to start out with. He was soon back.
“I think I’ll start with their apple and tangerine salad,” Hinata said, looking over the entrees. “Is the salmon fresh?” she asked as their waiter came back up with their water.
“Very. Caught late last night and delivered this morning,” the waiter admitted, Kankuro humming lowly.
“Then I’ll have the grilled salmon, but instead of the broccoli, can I have the brown sugared carrots?” she asked, getting a nod. “And the rice is herb, rosemary, correct?” Another nod was her answer. “Perfect.”
“For me I’ll start with grilled bell peppers and sirloin slices,” Kankuro stated as he closed his menu. “For my main dish, I’ll have the steak, lightly seasoned, and with the buttered noodles and vegetable mix please.”
“I’ll be out with your beginning dishes soon,” the waiter stated and left with a quick smile. Hinata smiled sweetly at her boyfriend, Kankuro smiling at her over his wine glass.
“So when am I going to get my present?” she asked, eyeing the package that sat innocently on the table.
“During our main dishes, Hinata, like tradition,” Kankuro chuckled as he moved the bag farther out of her reach. He chuckled at the pouty look on her lips. “Soon. There’s another surprise for you, but that’s before dinner,” he promised as their appetizers were put down before them.
They settled in and started to eat the well made dishes, praising the chef. As soon as they had finished, the first meal settling, their dinners were placed before them, tantalizing their senses.
Another waiter came to their table with a vase full of flowers, making Hinata gasp in happiness at the sight of them. Playing a bit with the delicate flowers, she sat them aside and said, “Thank you, Kankuro. They’re perfect. Really.”
“I’m glad that you like them,” Kankuro chuckled, picking up his silverware. “Let’s eat and enjoy this,” he hummed.
“Yes, lets,” Hinata chirped, taking a bite of her carrots and humming happily at the taste. Kankuro started to eat his own food, the flavors dancing over his taste buds. Eventually, he pushed the bag over as he ate a bite of pasta and vegetables.
Hinata beamed and put her silverware down to gently open the bag. Once she had removed the delicate tissue paper, she reached in and pulled out the statue which was covered in more of the tissue paper and pulled it off. Carefully watching his girlfriends, Kankuro frowned at the blank look on her face, knowing what it meant oh to well.
“What’s this?” she asked carefully, turning it around in her hands.
“It’s a piece that I commissioned for you from the owner of Clay and Ink,” Kankuro stated, voice carefully neutral.
“It’s rather dull looking,” Hinata finally said, wrapping the statue back and placing it back way into the bag before pushing it away. “Why didn’t you just go to the gallery that I like?” she asked.
“First of all,” Kankuro drawled, wiping his mouth, “that gallery would break my monthly budget to buy something that would probably end up in your closet.” Pausing, he laced his fingers together and leant forward, eyes intent on her. “Along with the four other paintings.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Hinata hissed. Kankuro casually leant back in his seat, coffee cup in hand.
“It means that piece is number zero of a set that will end up in the gallery on Berger Street and I didn’t have to pay nine hundred dollars for the damn thing,” he stated, pulling the bag towards him once more. “It also means that I’m not going to put up with your bullshit any more. I may be rich, but that does not mean that I’m a spoiled and pampered brat. No matter how cold your father may seem, at the least he still loves you and your sister, raising you right. My father saw us only as useful tools and made us work for everything that we got, which I can consider a good thing now.”
“You’re…calling me spoiled?” Hinata sputtered as Kankuro waved for the check.
“Yep. Because you are,” Kankuro growled as he laid out his card to let it be run. “And I’m tired of dealing with it. I know how the business world works and I know to have my fingers in several things at once. I have investment properties that are being rented for a pretty penny. I have stocks that I carefully monitor and I work to keep the family business growing while keeping to the quality service that we’re known for. What do you do?” he asked, taking his card when it was handed back, tucking it away.
Hinata opened her mouth before snapping it shut while Kankuro simply raised an eyebrow.
“Since I’ve been dating you, you’ve done nothing but shop and work on a rather frivolous degree, wasting your time and intelligence,” he stated before standing up, bag in hand. “Come with me. I’ll take you home. I hear a bar calling me so I can finally relax.” Standing Hinata stormed from the restaurant, Kankuro handing the flowers over to the hostess with a wan smile before following after.
In the car, they were silent, Kankuro enjoying the fact that he was free of a dying relationship finally. One that he had only really noticed dying when his mind had gotten stuck on pretty blue eyes that shined and blond hair that danced under lights.
Once he had dropped her off, he found a small bar and found himself face to face with said blond as he served drinks to the customers at the bar.
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