>Nina POV<

Everyone was seated on my couch and I was pacing back an forth, my hand on my chin, dressed in the most non ladylike pajamas I could find: skeleton leggings and an oversized WWE shirt.

"Babe, sit down," Kisame said, grabbing my wrist.

"You're calmer," Jiraiya observed as I sighed, sitting beside the shark man, who wrapped his arm possessively around my waist.

"She said she'll figure something out and I trust her," Kisame replied, though his carefree tone was clearly forced.

"I'm thinking," I promised, getting up and beginning to pace again.

"God, you're making me tired, un," Deidara said, though it wasn't a real complaint. He knew how hard I was trying.

I gave him and apologetic look. "Sorry." I mumbled, sitting down again. But I was fidgeting to move again as I wracked my brain.

"Babe, relax," Kisame said, putting an arm over me.

"I'll just have to make it so he won't like me," I said, leaning against him with my head on his chest. "I can do that much."

"I could always kill him," Kisame said, smirking at me playfully. I smiled slightly and snuggled further into him.

"Well, if they know you're dating Kisame, they won't force you into marrying anybody, right?" Konan asked. I laughed dryly.

"You don't know my parents," I mumbled.

The doorbell rang. I sighed and put on my emotionless and cold mask.

"Woah, the temperature really just dropped," Jiraiya joked awkwardly. My lips twitched at him as I stood.

Kisame's hand lingered in mine until I was too far away, and I walked to the door. I opened it to see my parents and some dude in an expensive suit.

"Oh joy," I said emotionlessly.

My parents were obviously not pleased with my wardrobe choice.

"Nina," my mother with a forced smile. "Say hello to Charles Princeton."

I hummed and nodded in greeting.

"Let us in," my father said impatiently. I stared at them coolly a while before stepping aside. I shut the door and turned around to come face to chest with Charles.

"You are even more beautiful than your parents described," he said. He was obviously French. His black hair was combed back and he had a shadow on his chin. His eyes were forest green.

I hummed at him, then skirted around him and into the living room, where my parents were gawking at the ninja.

"Nina..." My father said, really trying to sound pleasant. "What is this?"

I had to fight off a smirk.

"They're my friends..." I crossed the room and sat beside Kisame. "And boyfriend."

They stared at me and I stared back.

Then, Charles started laughing.

"Ah! So I have to fight for your affection, eh?" He said, grinning. He crossed over and held a hand out to Kisame as my jaw fell. "May the best man win."

Kisame smirked and rose, a whole head taller. "I intend to."

Their hands shook and I just gapped.

"Woah!" I yelled, jumping up. "Pause! Back it up! Park it at the curb! What just happened?!"

Charles laughed again and took my hand, kissing it before I could tear it away. "I'll see the softer side of you, my dear," he purred, winking at me. I huffed and crossed my arms, turning away.

"Nina..." My father began hotly.

"A word?" My mother said. Well, more like ordered. I sighed and followed them into the kitchen.