Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THIS! IT'S FROM A BOOK CALLED "Three Fangirls VS. the Naruto World (Naruto Fanfiction)"

BY Arctic_Sky (check it out, its pretty kewl)

WARNING: SLIGHTLY LONG.

Also, anything in slanted brackets isn't in the story.

(Kitty-Chan is Kankuro, if you know him, and the POV is Violet)

Giggling to myself, I slipped off the bed, wanting to give them a little privacy, abd skipped over to Kankuro. He eyed me warily as I blinked up at him, arms held behind my back, flighty smile on my lips. "Were you worried?" I chirped, catching him off guard.

"I, uh, was..." He groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. I cocked my head to the side. His fingers slid apart, allowing him to see my bemused expression, and they quickly snapped together again.

I pouted. "Kitty-chan!" I whined, tugging pitifully at his arm, trying to drag it down from his face. "Did I do something wrong? Did I? Did I? Cause if I did, I am so, so, so, soooo sorry, I swear to Kami! Please just tell me!"

I finally suceeded in un-gluing his hand from his eyes, forcing him to look at me, pouty lips and all. A haze of red crept over his cheeks and what I could see of his neck. He looked away, towards where Ari was mock-fighting with Temari, towards where Scar and Gaara were chatting like old buddies, then at the ceiling, the floor, and then -- finally! -- back at me. It kinda reminded me of the way Ari said Scar acted after she'd been kissed by Gaara (There was a lot of fangirling after that, even though she properly explained to us that they were just friends and that Gaara had confused friendship with love because of me -- oops?).

Weird.

"Kankuro...?" I questioned curiously, a hint of worry pitching my voice higher.

His eyes narrowed. "Hey, what happened to Kitty-chan?" he growled, snagging me by the arm and yanking me closer, almost towards his chest.

My eyes lit up with glee. "I thought you hated that nickname, Kitty," I giggled, beaming. Another round if scarlet claimed his usually pale cheeks.

"Y-yeah, but... I dunno... i-it's your nickname, I guess, so..."

His stutter was absolutely adorable, oh my Kami!

(Not part of story: THIS IS THE PART WHERE MY FEELS WENT OUT OF HAND. PREPARE ABSORBENT MATERIALS...)

"Alright, Kitty-chan it is!" I cheered, throwing my arms skywards for emphasis. I snuck my arms around his neck and glomped him in a spectacular hug, the likes of which Scarlette would have scoffed at. But I didn't care; he'd made me happy.

(Again, not in story: BE WARNED, IT COMES NOWWWWWWW)

Kankuro suddenly pushed me away, making me stumble backwards. I caught myself before I lost my balance and fell, but the pang in my heart grew fiercer without the aided pain of hitting the floor. I sniffled, running the back of my hand under my nose, wipong at my eyes. Did I bother him that much? Aw, and I'd really been trying to keep myself in check around him. Lee-kun didn't mind my hugs, but I didn't...

"Geeze, what the hell are you crying for, you little pain in the ass?(sorry bout language)"

"N-nothing," I mumbled, refusing to look at him. And that's when I felt his rough puppeteer fingers ruffle up my hair as he leaned down, brushing his nose against mine.

"You're too damn(again, sorry) cute for your own good, brat," he groaned, and, before I could react, pressed his lips against mine.

FEEEEEEEELS MUCH?

Yep. This is the end. CEEEELEBRAAAATEEEEEE BECAUSE THIS IS BY FAR MY FAVORITE FLUFF MOMENT. except for Kiffy. NOTHING WILL SURPASS KIFFFFY. even though it died a long time ago.

Baiii! I hope you feelings didn't die too. :3