Well... it's not dead. Maybe only mostly dead. Que sera sera? What will be, will be written. I don't own Naruto, Marvel's Spiderman (still a DC chippie) or Fruits Basket. What can you do?

The obvious answer being... fanfiction.

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Over the Rainbow Chapter 5

Shigure had a prickling feeling at the base of his skull. It wasn't the sharp blade-like tickle of Akito's presence. More like… oh no. He cautiously approached the front door and peered out. He quickly threw it open and beamed welcomingly, if the smile was a bit strained, Hanajima didn't appear to care.

"Good afternoon," she greeted him sedately. "I sensed a disturbance. Where is Tohru?"

Shigure had the grace to look slightly hesitant. "Um… she's…"

"Never mind." She glided into the house, Shigure nearly falling over himself to avoid getting an inadvertent embrace. For more than one reason.

He watched helplessly as Hanajima made her dainty way unerringly toward the bathroom and coolly examined her portal.

"Interesting. Please excuse me."

She adjusted her elaborately embroidered gloves and delicately tiptoed through. Shigure heaved a sigh of relief. He almost felt sorry for that other world. Whatever the hell it was. If something ate Yuki or Kyo, well… he'd just have to pay a visit to the high school girls… er… high school administration to inform them. When the occasion arose. Till then… he had a bodice ripper that needed less bodices and more ripping.

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Kiba paused, hunching slightly, like his hackles would be raised, but had settled for a more human expression. Hinata looked at him questioningly.

"His spidey senses are tingling," Shino informed her blandly.

Kiba was interrupted before he could snarl about the statement's inappropriate hypocrisy, general untruth and copyright infringement.

"Such lovely denpa."

Team 8 turned slowly, knowing they didn't know the speaker, but needing to confirm it anyway. She was a little taller than Hinata, with crackling black hair. Her eyes held the same lightless quality as Hinata's in deep violet. Her head was tilted to one side, gloved hand curled artistically against her cheek. She seemed quite at home, despite the layers of black clothing and the Konoha sun. Her eyes lit upon Team 8 with nary a change in expression.

"Have you seen Tohru?"

Neither boy uncoiled from their wary posture. It seemed Hinata would have to take care of the stranger.

"Y-you must be Hanajima-san. Welcome to Konoha, I'm Hyuuga Hinata." Hinata bowed awkwardly, uncomfortably aware of how much material wasn't in her skirt. "Tohru-san is with Sohma-san in that building." Hinata gestured weakly behind Hanajima, past the blockade surrounding the gateway, to the building where Sohma Ayame had set up temporary shop. He had charmed someone into letting him use materials and cloth and sparkles in extravagant excess. Hinata had heard him mention (proclaim at the top of his lungs to anyone who cared to listen and a number who didn't) that his most important mission here was to get rid of the jumpsuits. She wondered how Gai-sensei would take to having his beloved outfit… improved.

"Ah. I imagine you've made very good friends with her. Come, I must see for myself if this is a," she paused as if searching for the right degree of cold dead menace to put into her voice, "suitable place for Tohru-kun." She swept by, grasping Hinata's beribboned arm, ignoring the presence of the blockade and the two boys flanking the rather shell shocked girl. She paused in passing as if something had only just occurred to her. She gestured the two boys closer, and with no uncertain authority in her voice addressed Kiba.

"Be a good boy and fetch us some snacks."

Kiba instinctively hunched and growled, and was rewarded with a stinging zap on the nose that sparked in the air and made Shino inch away carefully.

"Something tasty; enough for Tohru, Hinata and myself." She shooed them on with one lace covered hand.

Hinata was too busy having horrifying visions of what would happen if she went back into the shop to notice the other girl was pulling her back into the shop. When it did finally dawn on her that she was being led back into the lion's den of alarmingly obsessive fashionistas, she tried to slow her forward motion by digging her feet into the ground and protesting frenetically, if incomprehensibly. However skilled a ninja one is, there are just some people incapable of walking and chewing gum at the same time. This particular example ending in flailing, fluttering, and finally fanservice.

Hinata looked down in utter mortification at her cousin who had been not so happily sandwiched in his attempt to save her and her modesty. She fainted dead away when she realized that underneath Neji was a very unhappy Sasuke.

"What the hell just happened? Is Hinata alright? And don't you two just lie there, get up… I mean, in the physical sense… the not perverted… oh fuck it all…"

Hanajima looked coolly at Kiba, who was nowhere close to getting her snacks, instead he was dancing around much like Kyou when someone said anything to imply… actually, when someone said anything at all, he usually ended up angry and flustered. Such delightfully chaotic waves. She supposed the unconscious girl might have something to do with the boy's condition, so she let it go. For the moment. She answered his question in her usual deadpan, as if hoping that the knowledge would move him to get something to eat. "It happened as follows: Hinata stumbled."

"Hyuuga… get the hell off of me." Sasuke was not amused. Considering how little the heiress was wearing, it could have been a better experience, but…

"The taller boy went to catch her," Hanajima continued serenely.

Neji was too busy trying to work out a way in which to take Hinata back to the safety of the Hyuuga estate, without any more… accidents, to pay any heed to the ninja he was sitting on. It didn't help that the outfit was still a distraction.

"He misjudged the distance."

"Hyuuga, I'm fucking serious. Move."

"Hinata fell into him…" the narration went on.

"Inuzuka, don't you dare touch my cousin." A hand glowing with chakra threatened to remove one softened with a dozen grooming products… and those were just for the dog.

"Well you're not getting anything done under her," came the belligerent reply.

"He fell backward into the other boy…"

"Shino… are you laughing at this?"

"who was walking through the street at an inconvenient time." Hanajima concluded.

Sasuke let his head fall back onto the road. He was too tired, and the Hyuuga was probably too wired for him to make any sudden moves. Well, the Hokage had been right, it wasn't boring any more at all.