Log; Ongoing

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When; Evening, Sept. 9th
Rating; PG-13 for language, subject to change
Characters; Tayuya {violentflutist}, Kabuto {snake_servant}, and Greed {so_very_greedy}
Summary; After taking some jabs at Kabuto's sex life during her dinner with him and Shizune earlier in the week, Kabuto decides to put Tayuya in an awkward situation in return.
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Tayuya slammed the door to her room, running her hands through her hair in a vain attempt to calm the red tresses down. She was led to the kitchen by the smells of dinner cooking, admitting despite herself that it did smell damn good, as usual with Kabuto's cooking. She had abandoned her usual uniform for another outfit she'd picked up in her quest for femininity, despite her feeling that she'd never hear the end of it from Kabuto. But this was him trying to get back at her anyway, and she'd be damned if she'd let him get to her.

She didn't know how he'd gotten Orochimaru and Kimimaro out of the apartment, but she didn't want to know what he'd told them. She'd probably already be in trouble enough for breaking that chair when she'd gotten home on Wednesday anyway.

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Kabuto was humming to himself as he set the table. Just for this, he had gone all out. He wanted Greed to get the correct assuption about Tayuya. Besides, he was of the personal opinion that she was too angry, and needed to get laid. If that happened, she couldn't even think of saying anything about his personal life.

He examined his work. Candles, delicate looking and painstakingly prepared dishes (that he had the feeling wouldn't get the appreciation they deserved), and an “excited” Tayuya. This would be amusing.

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Tayuya arched her eyebrows, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, arms crossed over her chest.

"Going to a lot of effort there, huh, Kabuto?" She asked, her voice dripping with disdain. She made a face, looking over all the pretty looking food. That definitly wouldn't be pretty long.

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Kabuto turned to face Tayuya, ignoring her question. "You look very nice. It would seem you really are excited about this." He glanced at the time. "Greed san should be here any second, I hope you're finished primping, or do you need some help getting your hair just right?"

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There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Yo, Tayuya! You in there?"

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"She's here." Kabuto called as he made his way to the door, smiling at Greed when he opened it.

"Come on in, everything is ready for your dinner. I hope you two enjoy yourselves." As he let Greed in, he left the apartment, and with a final wave, let the two to each other's company.

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Tayuya cursed. She should have known he would pull some shit like that. Leaving like that. God, well, she supposed it could be worse.

"Hi, Greed." She gave a small wave that came with a sigh.

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He watched Kabuto leave, then offered a bouquet of roses to his date.

"What's wrong, babe? You look a bit down."

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"Hnn?"

Tayuya looked at the flowers. Those were for her?

"For me?"

She asked, as if that wasn't apparant and obvious. She had never been given flowers before, let alone fancy ones like this.

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"Of course," he said, pushing them closer.

"A young woman's life should be filled with flowers and passion."

He inhaled deeply, drawing in the fragrance of the food. Oooh, his favorite!

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"Flowers and passion?" She asked, a grimace on her face. But she took the flowers nonetheless and stepped aside, inviting him in.

"Well, I don't know about my life being filled with those, but I'll take them." She noticed his scenting of the food.

"Yeah, we have food."

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"So, your experiment succeeded?" he asked, taking a seat at the table.

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"Of course it did." Tayuya didn't really know what to do with the flowers, so she set them out the counter, taking a seat opposite of Greed.

"You doubted?" She asked with a smirk.

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"Of course not. I have full faith in your abilities."

He sniffed the air again, and looked at the set-up of the room.

"So, what's for dinner? Kabuto a good cook."

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"I'd hoped so." Tayuya propped her head on one hand, picking up a pair of chopsticks in the other.

"He's an okay cook." Which meant, of course, that he was phenomenal, and everything that he cooked was insanely good. Not that she'd ever praise him for it. Wouldn't be right. She didn't need to inflate his ego or anything.

"Though I'm not sure what half of this shit is." She pointed at the dishes, all made up "pretty" and nicely presented. Sushi, tempura, rice, somen... the list went on.

The candles, however, she could have done without.

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"Lessee', guess I'll take some miso, some tepanyaki, a little yakiniku, and some of this nice smelling tea..."

He grabbed what he wanted and settled back into his seat.

"So, what made you want to have a date? Still practicing your femininity, or just because you felt like it?"

He swallowed a small piece of sashimi.

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"Uh..." Tayuya paused. She couldn't give the appropriate answer, since she was probably being monitered at this very moment. Orochimaru had always kept surveillance on their old base, and anywhere he slept, for that matter. Which mean she was probably within the sights of some device right now. And she wouldn't bet that either Orochimaru or Kabuto would look over the record later.

"... I... felt like it." She finally finished, concealing the long pause with gathering a small plate, picking food from the dishes and transferring them to a plate she'd pulled aside. She needed to be careful with the dishware. Kabuto'd probably kill her if she broke one.

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"Right..." Greed felt that she might not be telling the whole story, but decided not to press the issue. Snitches get stitches, as the saying went.

"So," he took a swig of sake, "After we get some dinner in our bellies, how about a little dancing? You have a radio here?"

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"Dancing?" Tayuya almost spit out a mouthful of food.

"I don't know how to dance. Do I look like I know how to dance?" She forgot for the moment about wanting to dance, but that was the next issue. One at a time, after all.

They did have a radio, but she'd never turned the device on, let alone listened to music besides her own flute.

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"Hell yeah. You're a ninja, right? You must know how to move your body."

He gulped down some miso soup, sighing contentedly. This could take some time.

"It's easy."

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"Of course I know how... "to move my body"." Tayuya looked at him with a skeptical glance.

"How am I supposed to move it?" She asked. She'd seen Kidoumaru dance once, but all that was was that lunkhead swaying a bit and snapping his fingers as he walked down the hallway. And he was a weirdo spider-freak anyway.

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Greed got up and walked to her seat.

"Traditionally, the man first asks the lady to grasp his hand, then he leads her to the dancing area."

"After that, they dance. What dance, depends upon the people and the occasion."

He held out his hand.

"Would you like to try?"

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Tayuya's eyebrow rose. She stared at his hand for several moments, as if it might bite. She pursed her lips, considering.

"... alright..." She shot a glare in the direction she thought a camera to be in. Kabuto would die if she had any say in the matter. Which... she didn't.

She hesitantly positioned her hand on Greed's, palm against palm, waiting for what horrors next awaited her.

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He glances around for a radio as he gently led her to an area just slightly off from the table.

"We can use this spot."

He focused on a radio he saw nearby, then went over and turned it to a classical station. He ran back to Tayuya and began to instruct.

"We'll start with a slow dance. A waltz."

He grasped her left hand with his right, led her other hand to his shoulder, and placed his other hand against her waist.

"Now this is a very simple one. You just get a feel for the music and sway with it. Usually one person, usually the taller one, will lead."

He turned counter-clockwise with her, swaying gently to the music.

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Tayuya stiffened at the touch, still rather uncomfortable with the nearness of other people, still associating in her mind touch with pain.

"... Okay..." She finally spoke, though her thoughts ran more along the lines of Kill, Die, Motherfucking Bastard, Rawr. Directed towards Kabuto, in paticular. She was almost pleased with the choice of music, but her discomfort outweighed that small joy. She attempted to sway, not quite used to the movement, trying to keep the muscles under Greed's hand from stiffening too much.

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Greed took note of her tension

"Look, T. Ya' don't have anything to worry about. I'm not gonna' hurt you."

He completed the turn and spoke.

"Closed position means what it says, two people "close" together. Most waltzes consist of a great deal of slow, close dancing. It's supposed to be rather relaxing. Is there somethin' I can do to relax you more?"