Clashes rang out from the middle of Konohagakure's forests. Looking closer, two shinobi were training.
Crystal's P.O.V.
"Damn it!" I cried out as I gripped a gash that split my arm from my wrist to my elbow. "You trying to kill me?! We're just training, you kno-"
"Too strong?" His smooth, melodic voice interrupted my rant about courtesy towards girls. (That means no sneak attacks when you're tending to wounds, by the way.) "Maybe you should train with Kankurou. He's a lot weaker." He's taunting me.
"That perverted bastard? He'll probably try to get his puppet to rape me or something, then claim it as an attack." I sighed, coming up with yet another puppeter-bashing insult. I seem to conjure up many, seeing as they make my demonic aquantaince smile.
"Most likely. You'd just beat the shit outta him. Hes deathly afraid of you, after last time." Gaara smiled. Yes, Sabaku No Gaara does smile on rare occasions. Most of them during the moments that I'm around. I like his smile.
"Ohh. I would be too." I winced at the remembrance of Kan-kun and my's last little 'spar'. He scratched my cheek. My right cheek. The cheek that was most always the one toward Gaara. I...kinda, sorta...went off. Let us just say, that he didnt experience the 'joy' of sunlight for a few hours. Then the next week he was babied and almost simultaneously screamed at by Temari-chan. He's pretty scared of me. I could've done worse. Much worse.
Im telling you. You should've killed him. Would have done you and me both some good. Would've saved us from many a headache.
Yep. That's my...lovely...white tiger demon. Tora. I can't stand her. So I told her.
"I can't stand you. Tiger bitch." I grumbled to myself.
"Talking to Tora-chan again, Crystal?" Gaara's sexy voice gnawed at the back of my mind. Seriously, calling that bitch 'chan'? He didnt even call me chan! It was mostly Baka. Crystal No Baka. Crystal-Baka. Whatever, its all the same. It's only getting to the same gist. He's tormenting me. On purpose.
"Bastard." I growled at him.
"Oh, what did I do?" He smiled at me, enjoying the torture.
"Shut up. Im the Bakaremember? I may not be able to comprehend big words." I glared at him. I was upset. Oh, HOW you could get upset at someone that angelic I DO NOT know. Note my sarcasm there? It was very easy to get mad at him...he was VERY...upsetting. I know I'm using that word a little too often but, face it man, I was mad. HA! I found a synonym!
"Oh I see. Maybe I can tolerate the tiger more than you. So what?" You know what? I bet he was laughing maniacly on the inside. Right along with that stupid ass Tanuki.
"What about Shukaku? I definetly like him better than you, and he's a pervert." I snarled.
"I only like Tora better than you because her and her mouth is shut up and locked away." Gaara of the Sand was a very smart, very good-looking, antagonistic bastard.
"You, you..." I stumbled over my words. "Are you implying something?"
"That you are a smart-alecky big mouth? Yes." His face transformed from triumph to shock as I jumped at him, weapons ready. I knew it wouldn't hurt him, but the surprise on his face was prize enough.
"HEY?! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS AT? THERE'S A PARTY LATER AND CRYSTAL AND I NEED TO BE READY! ITS CALLED, 'BE READY FOR PARTY OR TENTEN EATS YOU!' COME ON!!" A voice rampaged through the woods, turning my attention elsewhere. Hey, I'm a cat, I've got a short attention-span, so what? Anyways, to save my self from further embarassment and pity, (I hate pity!), I'll let Gaara tell you what happened. (Im a very kind person, can't you tell? )
