White River

1

Sasori woke up early this morning. He had heard a banging on the door of his garage. Growling in anger, the albino teen threw his covers to the floor, and stormed downstairs, not bothering to put a shirt on. Throwing open the door, snarl in place, when his eyes settled on the small brunette staring at him, wide-eyed.

"Uh...hey Sasori." Said male let out a heavy sigh.

"What do you need Haruhi?" She fiddled with her fingers.

"Will you come to the products expo with me today?" She questioned quietly. He let out another sigh.

"Sure. Why not?" He motioned for her to come inside and went back to his apartment above the garage. Striding into his room, Sasori pulled out a 'Guns 'N' Roses' muscle tank and black leather jacket, then headed over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of faded black jeans with rips. To top it off, he pulled on his tan Timberlands. Walking down the stairs, he tossed his hip length hair into a ponytail.

"We're taking my bike, okay?" She nodded and the pair walked down to his garage, where his 2009 Harley Davidson Nightster sat under a tarp. The two climbed on. Sasori kicked it into gear and the two sped off down the road. They reached the Bonmal, where the Expos were being held. The handsome young man helped Haruhi down from the bike.

"Soooo..." Haruhi began. Sasori raised an eyebrow as the girl continued. "Meet any cute boy's lately?" Sasori rolled his icy blue-white eyes.

"Not really. No one is really interested in an albino with weird eyes and tattoos, Haruhi." She giggled a little.

"You never know. Maybe if you weren't such an ass to people, you'd actually get a date."

"Ha ha." He rolled his eyes again. The two continued on their way, when Haruhi pulled to a sharp stop. "What's wrong Butterfly?" She didn't answer and instead, walked towards a dark haired teen standing infront one of the benches that lined the walls. Sasori's eye widened. The boy was gorgeous. Raven hair and grey eyes behind wire framed glasses. He was tall, around 5'11", with a slim yet lean frame. The albino smirked. I'm still taller, he thought, then shook his head and followed behind Haruhi. His 6'3" frame towered over her and her friend easily. "Gonna introduce me to your friend Haruhi?" As if just noticing the new arrival, the dark haired boy looked toward Sasori sharply. His jaw dropped a little as he took in the handsome features of the man in front of him. Sasori stuck his hand out, the sleeve of his jacket riding up slightly to reveal the tail end of his dragon tattoo.

"I'm Sasori Shirogawa. What's your name handsome?" The boy's face flushed.

"Kyoya Ootori, and refrain from calling me that." Irritation seeped into  Kyoya's voice.

"Alright sweetness," the white haired male replied, smirking. Grey eyes narrowed.

"That as well."

"No can do." He patted Haruhi's shoudler. "Come on Butterfly, I'm hungry. Let's go get some food." She nodded then spoke.

"Kyoya-senpai is coming with us if that's okay Sasori." His smirked widened.

"That's completely fine with me."

Kyoya's P.O.V.

I had been fuming in silence over that idiot who had dragged me here. Tamaki, you bastard! When Haruhi appeared I immediately thought of food, not having had a chance to eat before I was dragged out of my house. Then he appeared. That damn white haired asshole. I looked at him as we walked into a fast food restaurant. He was laughing and joking with Haruhi, his white-blue eyes lighting up as he looked at her. He didn't seem to have any romantic interest her though. The way he acted towards her was more brotherly.