Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters or places. I only own the characters from Earth/our world. Even then, they are based on actual friends of mine. By this time, though, I think it's safe to say that they've developed into characters of their own.

Author's Note: Here's the first of the "deleted scenes" for Fangrlz - little extras, some silly some serious, that occasionally pop into my head but don't fit in smoothly anywhere. Most of them will be very short - this one's not even 1,000 words without the disclaimer/author's note. Others might be longer depending on the idea. Heck, there might even be instances where people other than the girls narrate. I don't really know. They're just extra fluff that I'll update when they come to me and that hopefully will keep you all happy until I get Fangrlz II up and kicking. They won't be in any particular order, but you should be able to figure out where they fit in by the "chapter" number. This particular one takes place during the party. I hope you all like it.

Chapter 69.1: Goosfraba


For some reason, people are kind of avoiding Juugo tonight - the Naruto people, at least, which makes up the great majority. I mean, there are only five of us in any other category. At first, I really don't think that they're avoiding him, but as the night goes on, it becomes rather obvious (to me, at least). I guess his size is rather intimidating. I mean, he's a freaking giant! Add that to the fact that he's known to go into random berserker rages with no apparent reason or warning, and you've got yourself just cause, I guess, to keep your distance from the guy.

It doesn't seem to be bothering Juugo, though. He actually looks pretty content watching everyone else enjoy themselves. Really, I don't even know why he's here. I mean, he's my friend and all, but I don't know if he's ready to interact with large crowds yet. Maybe it's part of the healing process. Who knows? I'm definitely glad, though, that he's here (and that he scares people).

Why? Because he's the perfect escape route.

Clutching my glass of punch (or whatever it is . . . tastes punch-ish), I glance around me to make sure the coast is clear. Once I'm sure there's no threat, I start to weave toward the strawberry blonde. You can do this, Sam. Almost there. Almost . . .


I cringe and turn to find a grinning Kiba approaching. Mission status: failed. I give him a weary sigh. "Oh, hey, Kiba. Some party, eh?"

He nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, it's great." He runs a hand through is hair. "I was wondering, actually, if you might want to dance with me?"

Ah, the fated question. I do my best to sound apologetic. "I don't know how," I tell him. Well, maybe I do, but not the sort of dancing they do in this world. I'm pretty sure of that.

Kiba waves a hand dismissively. "Aw, it's easy. I'll teach you."

"Well, I - uh . . ." I try to stall - to find some way out. Someone help me!

Almost as if answering my silent plea, I feel someone step up behind me and a soft yet strong voice says, "Hello, Sam. It's good to see you're well."

The Inuzuka seems to tense as I turn and crane my neck to smile up at Juugo. "You too, big guy. How're you doing? Your anger management sessions helping?"

Juugo cocks his head slightly. "Lady Tsunade has been a great help."

I nod, still grinning with a slight touch of triumph. "That's good."

Behind me, Kiba gives a short cough, and I return my attention to him. "I'll, uh, just catch you later, then, eh?" the dog-boy says coolly, giving a wave of his clawed hand. After glancing at Juugo, he vanishes back into the party-goers.

Once he's gone, I breathe a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Juugo."

He nods, rumbling, "Any time." A faint smile actually touches his lips.

Grinning back, I return with Juugo to his previous corner of the club. There, I sink into a chair and watch the activity. No few times, I catch Kiba looking my way. I heave a weary sigh. "Just kill me now."

Juugo gives me an alarmed look. "What?"

I hastily wave my hands. "It's just a figure of speech. I didn't mean it literally."

"Oh," he sighs. "Good." I drop my hands to my lap as he studies me for a moment. "What did you mean, then?"

I bite my lip in thought before answering carefully. "I'm at my wit's end with the guy. He just – he confuses me. I don't know whether I want to kiss him, blow him off, or just strangle him." I mime the last option using my cup as a replacement for his neck and nearly splashing myself with punch. Though I manage to rescue my clothes, it does slosh out over my hands, and as I'm cleaning them off with a napkin, Juugo speaks again.

"Goosfraba," he says as-a-matter-of-factly.

I stop and give him a questioning look. He doesn't appear to be upset, so why . . . ? Juugo gives a small, knowing smile. "Remember, Sam. Goosfraba."

Realization strikes me, and I giggle, looking back at the party. "Right. Goosfraba."