The Fun in Dysfunctional

Chapter Five

This just got interesting

I pulled the door closed behind me and TenTen's words flashed through my head 'ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies'. Honestly, what the hell was that supposed to mean?! She couldn't really be a prostitute could she? I raced around the corners back to the Hyuga complex, no she couldn't be a prostitute, she wasn't old enough. He parked his car in the garage and stormed into the house strangely annoyed by the lack of information from his new friends. His younger cousin Hanabi bounced into the room and jumped on his bed making herself comfortable.

"Hey cousin Neji" she said in a childish, innocent voice.

"Hey cousin Hanabi" I repeated back in a mocking voice. I was in no mood to play her games, and just by living with them for two weeks, I could tell she had many. I could tell that there was more to this girl than hair and pretty clothes, she seemed to have an odd liking for guns and kung fu and seemed way too informed for a twelve-year-old. I had a stroke of brilliance.

"Hey Hanabi you know what kind of night life there is around here? Like, you know jobs and what not" I said casually.

"Neji, you live in the Hyuga compound, what the hell do you need a job for?" she asked in a deadpan voice.

"Not me you know I just have some friends at school that say they have a night job, they don't say much about it and I was a bit curious as to what it might be, that's all" I defended leaning back in my chair.

"Female or male?"

"Two female, one male"

Hanabi thought for a moment and then grinned in spite of herself "Maybe they're strippers, that's a lucrative little trade around here"

I glared at her "You don't talk like a twelve-year-old, you know that?"

She stuck her tongue out playful "Yep, the boys find it extremely attractive" she said with a wink.

"See now that was an over-share, I didn't want to know that I'm sure your father on the other hand, would be most interested"

She glared at me "You wouldn't"

"I would"

"I hate you"

"Get out of my room"

"Fine, you're boring anyway!"

"Then get going" I said pointing to the door.

"Fine" she snapped "I hope your friends are prostitutes! Or even better I hope they're part of one of the mobs!" she snapped as she stomped out of the room. She slammed the door behind her causing my head to ache. Man I hated that kid sometimes.

I rubbed my fingers against my temples trying to rid my head of the irritating pain, I was having no luck. I stomped out to the kitchen to find painkillers; Hanabi sat at the kitchen table eating an apple. I ignored her and rummaged through the cupboards coming up empty, I sighed in irritation but my pride would not allow me to ask my bratty cousin where to find relief.

"Just ask" she said plainly.

"I'll do it myself" I said annoyed.

"Whatever" she sing-songed.

I growled and continued to search through the cupboards muttering under my breath about useless kitchen staff while Hanabi sniggered.

"So the mobs are a pretty big thing around here" Hanabi said nonchalantly "There's a couple of really big one's, surely you've heard of the Ruby Vipers?" I stiffened when I heard the name of a well known mob, suspected of countless murders and thievery of some of the world's most expensive artefacts. Hanabi smirked "They're based here" she continued "And there are some smaller one's fighting to keep the town safe and expose them and whatnot, maybe your friends have joined the revolution?"

"I so doubt it" I said rolling my eyes. Hanabi shrugged.

"Did you ever think of following them and finding out?" she asked examining her fingernails casually.

I stopped again, well I was thinking about it now wasn't I? God I hate that brat sometimes. "No" I said shortly. Hanabi sniggered as if she knew that I was already planning. I gave up the pain killers and a bad job and poured a glass of water for myself while I thought through the pros and cons of following my new friends. I knew it was wrong and they'd be pissed if they found out, but I was so damn curious about what they were up to. In the end curiosity won out and I returned to my room to plan.

I couldn't take my car, they all knew what my car looked like now, I would have to borrow Hinata's or perhaps the car set aside for when Hanabi started driving. I was pretty sure that Hanabi's first car was a non-descript Volvo of some sort, it would be perfect.

The next day at school passed with very few incidents, unless you want to count Temari and TenTen blowing up the science lab and sending the whole class home for the rest of the day. I thought my chance would be gone when I heard that they had been given permission to go home but then relaxed when I saw them wrestling playfully out under the tree where Shikamaru and I sat for lunch, as if they were just waiting for us to come out of class.

The last period was hell, I sat and watched the window willing the time to go faster, I had driven Hanabi's silver Volvo to school and hidden it in the parking lot where I would be able to see the motor bikes leaving. When the school bell rang I was out of my seat and out in my car waiting for them in mere minutes. Ten minutes later TenTen and Temari waltzed out of the school shoulder barging each other lightly and laughing as if they didn't have a care in the world.

A few minutes later Shikamaru joined them and he and Temari started arguing while TenTen looked on in amusement. The argument continued until Temari sighed and handed Shikamaru the keys to her bike, Shikamaru smiled arrogantly and straddled the purring machine, Temari frowned slightly and then she sighed and straddled the bike behind Shikamaru hanging on his waist and he and TenTen gunned the bikes. The gravel spun under their wheels and I turned my engine on quietly and followed them when they sped out of the car park.

The two motorbikes weaved in and out of traffic making it difficult to follow them closely. The traffic began to jam and I could no longer see the shiny motorbikes or their passengers. I rolled down the window and desperation, listening for the loud roar of the bikes; I couldn't hear anything but the irritated honking of those caught in the bumper-to-bumper traffic that the motorbikes had somehow escaped. I rolled the window back up and pounded my hands on the steering wheel in anger.

I waited in the traffic jam for half an hour before it let up enough for me to turn around and head back home. I rolled back into the garage to find Hanabi leaning against the hood of my car. I hissed, no one touches my car. I parked her Volvo and threw open the door, storming toward her, my gaze focused on where the buttons on her pants scraped against my paint. I whined and tried to push her away from my car.

"Woman get your butt off my car!" I growled.

"I'm going to assume it didn't go well then?" she said smirking.

I frowned at her "I'm gonna need a bike"

"Like a mountain bike?"

"No you retard, a motorbike"

"Well……this just got interesting"