Hey guys, I am soo sorry about my sudden disappearance. Don't worry, it's not writer's block. I have a lot of ideas invading my personal space, I'm just incredibly lazy; so lazy that I haven't even finished half of the 8th chapter of Of Old Friends and Surfboards.
So, yeah, you're allowed to throw raw meat at me. DX
Disclaimer: Ha! Me, own Naruto? How adorable, you thought I was amazing.
Important: It's like a mini-series. In each chapter, Sakura (Or Gaara) will act as the person I feel like making them. For example, this chapter is: When I grow up...I want to be a Hooligan. So, Sakura's gonna be an insane hooligan. Enjoy!
-Chapter 1-
-When I grow up...I want to be a Hooligan-
Gaara finally came to a rather reasonable conclusion: He hated moving.
No, let me rephrase that; He absolutely despised moving. Oh yes, he despised it so much, that he scared the living crap out of every single person and object that his menacing aura passed by. How dare they force him into, not only moving, but moving to a whole different country. Were they insane? Maybe. Did they really not care about his opinions? Guess so. Did they seriously want to have their limbs ripped apart after having every bone in their body broken? Probably, and if that's the case, a certain insomniac redhead would just love to carry on that certain task.
"C'mon, Gaara; it's not as bad as you think it is! You just have to lighten up a bit." Gaara narrowed his eyes towards his uncle. How were they even related? The guy always had a smile on his face.
"You all know I loathe moving. Why are we even doing this?" Gaara inwardly groaned, no one would even tell him why they're leaving Suna to live in another godforsaken country.
"Yes, Gaara, we all know. You hold great hostility towards change; why, you've disliked moving your whole 15 years of age!" Yashamaru turned his head slightly away from the road to flash his nephew a toothy grin, "Anyways, to answer your other question," Yashamaru returned his gaze to the bustling street of the highway, "Your father, being the president of Suna and all, recently made an alliance treedy with Konohagakure, or Konoha if you like. So, to assure the alliance he decided to allow you three to live there."
It still didn't make any sense to him; It wasn't like Konohagakure and Sunagakure were at eachother's throats. They had a silent agreement of truce, they didn't need any stupid alliance. The annoyed male rolled his eyes at the stupid resolution; why not just get a herd of other normal classed civilians of Suna and Konoha and have them trade homes or something.
Why him?
"Yo, Gaara, stop sulking, man. Makes you look emo. On the other hand, you probably are." Kankuro barked a laugh at his own corny joke. However, this outburst cost him a glare and a hostile 'shut up' from his cute younger brother. He was just so fun to tease!
"Cut it out you two. Gaga calm down, and Kitty, please please act your age." His elder sister scolded lightly from the passenger seat as their uncle took the next exit at the right. The younger males flinched at their respective nicknames. Though the youngest of the trio took advantage of the situation at hand.
"If he did, he'd be rotting in a cemetery 6 feet under."
Kankuro snapped his head so fast that it looked like it would hurt, "Clam it, loser!" Gaara simply allowed a smirk begin to tug at his lips as he responded, "Takes one to see one," he answered cooly before reverting his gaze to the window at his right. Everyone heard Kankuro's scornful snarl.
"Don't be a Smart Ass! I swear, I'll punch you into next Friday, GaGa!" The way he used the nickname was obviously to mock him. And if his brother really did show emotion, then he'd see that he was kind of working. However, his brother didn'tshow emotion like other people, and so Kankuro was unaware of this.
"Go hump a cat in heat, Kitty."
Ooh. Burn.
"F-" The string of very verycolorful words coming out of the sixteen year old's mouth was interrupted by Yashamaru.
"That's enough. We're not even there yet and you've already thrown a hissy fit. Why don'tyou two ever mature?"
Kankuro tsked and Gaara went back to staring out of the window. It wasn't as dry here, he concluded. There was some humidity. And trees. He added, they had a lot of trees. And grass was everywhere, not like in Suna, where you'd be throwing a damn party if you even found a single bud that wasn't a cactus coming out of the sandy ground. There were many people just walking around, browsing through the shops. Absentmindedly, he sighed through his nose and reclined against the leather seats of the sleek Mercedes. It was his brother however, that read his thoughts clearly, word for word.
"I'm bored."
"We're almost there, here lemme turn on the radio." The sandy blonde leaned forward a bit to twist the knobs on the radio. Different melodies and news channels bursted lively out of the radio randomly until she stopped at a station where the signal was clear. A song that seemed to be by Kelly Clarkson spilled out of the speakers. This was such an old song, he mused.
"Sakura, is that mine?"
Said girl looked down to see what her brother was pointing at. Oh, the hoodie.
"Yeah, why?" She looked back up to meet the purple eyes of her brother. She always wore his stuff, everyone knew that she liked big and baggy. It made her feel more comfortable. This particular hoodie was a light gray with a V-neck and no zipper or pockets. It was a solid color however the Jashinism Symbol was sewn in black along with an H on the bottom right corner.
"Where'd you fucking find it? I've been looking for it like a crazy shit for a week." His silver eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He wasn't thatmessy. He only lost the occassional sock or wifebeater every few months, but that was it. Anyways, they always showed up in the end after a couple days. But a week? Where had it been all that time? And how did his little sister get ahold of it?
"I did the laundry last week, remember? I slept in It that night, and didn't feel like giving it back. You should've just told me you didn't know where it was." There she went again. Taking his clothes. They had money, why cant she just buy her ownguy clothes? Anyways, Kakuzu loved her more than money, if only by a bit. He would've given her a bundle of bills if she asked. She wasthe only kid in the world he actually bought things for, let alone give her money. He always did think she was adorable. Hidan had to admit, his sister was pretty irresistable to others, and at moments to himself, but he was her older brother. He had to resist, because everyone and their mother knew that she was one evil bitch when provoked. And trust Hidan, he had been at the receiving end of her fierce wrath. She was pure evil.
Hidan just grunted in response and cracked his neck out of habit. He'd been doing that since he was twelve. And here he was, eighteen and doing the same thing. It was pathetic really, but he just couldn't help it. The petite female who was 3 years his junior gave him a worried look, did he need it back?
He answered the unspoken question with a dismissal of his hand, "Nah, keep it. I was just fucking surprised at suddenly seeing the piece of shit."
"Oh, ok. I'm gonna go run down to the store and get some milk. Ne-?"
"I'll take you there." He oh-so-rudely interjected. He had to admit, his sister had quite the looks, like hell he was letting her "run down to the store" alone. There were some sick fucks just lurking around. It wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself, oh no, she could probably hold her own against him. But still, she was his baby sister, and that was that.
"Alright then. C'mon, I want cereal." Silently they walked down the hallway, Sakura went to fetch her wallet, and Hidan his keys.
In the spyder, Sakura buckled up like the good little girl she was as Hidan comfortably leaned into the sound of his BMW Z4 purring to life. It was about 2:35 and he let the hardtop fold down to reveal the stunning sun. He ran a hand through his hair as he backed out of the driveway and into the neighberhood street. As they left the area of their home, they noticed that the house for sale across the street had the big red sign reading, "SOLD".
"I'm fifteen, Hidan."
"I'm your brother, Sakura." Sakura shifted into a position where she was clearly looking at her unbelievable brother.
"What does that prove? JashinDammit! I can take ca-"
"Hey! It proves a lot! Ok? Do you knowhow many psycho fucktards I see everyday? C'mon Sakura, don't seriously tell me you don't see them either!"
"Yeah! I do see them, but I really doubt any would try something at noon time in a public area!"
" If it's a big group, sure, they'd do shit."
"And so, if you're with me, nothing will happen?"
"I can't swear to you, but I can assure you that I'd be there to break it up and kick some sorry ass." Sakura just stared at her brother. Did he really think that he'd be there forever? 24/7?
Sakura just rolled her eyes at him, "Whatever."
"Yeah, whatever. But when you get tangled up in some deepshit, and it's because you don't listen-"
"I know, don't come crawling to you for help." Sakura sighed as she pulled her short pink hair into a messy pony tail resulting with a bunny's fluffy tip to avoid having the strands smack her in the face, "I just wanna be able to know that you actually trust me."
"Fuck, Sakura, I do trust you. I just don't trust those crazy idiots running around with some erection all day long!" Hidan sighed and stopped the car. "Here you are, Empress of Evil. Your designated location. Now get your scrawny ass out of my car and get me some M&M's."
Sakura smiled and nodded once before hopping out of the car. Literally. Hidan smirked, she was so like him it probably wasn't even funny. As her mismatched hightops hit the asphalt of the road, she turned and asked, "Normal or peanuts?".
"Normal." She smiled and quickly strode to the supermarket in her dark skinny jeans and his hoodie which was over a purple tube top. He flicked on the radio and browsed through the stations until his phone rang. Pulling his iPhone from his pocket, he quickly tapped the screen and answered after reading who it was.
"Yeah, Kakuzu?"
"Where are you? The house is empty."
"I took Sakura to the store. Want anything?"
"No, I'm good. Listen, Leader wants us at a meeting later on today.I'll tell you the details when you get back."
Hidan groaned through the phone as Sakura exited the store and walked over, "That pansy's always barking orders like a fucking dog.. Alright. I'm on my way."
Sakura slid into the vehicle the right way, and lay the items next to her feet in their plastic bag, "What's up?"
"Leader has another meeting, c'mon Kakuzu's at the house." Without waiting for a response he pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the almost barren road.
"Hmph, it's not that big." Yashamaru sent Kankuro a disapproving look.
"Now now, just because it doesn't have that mansion air to it doeasnt mean its not nice. Anyways, you're all going to live here alone." It was true, Yashamaru had to return to Suna after the kids settled in. He was needed back home. Temari's a legal adult, she was someone he could trust to keep them in line. Now, he just needed to wait for that UHaul truck and then he could turn tail and escape.
About a minute later, a very nice and shiny silver BMW passed by and parked across the street next to a black Mercedes. And out emerged a rather petite pink haired girl, clad in a gray hoodie obviously 4-5 sizes too large, dark blue skinny jeans and mismatched hightops carrying a grocery bag. Out of the driver's seat came out a tall man. He seemed about Temari's age if not a bit older. He had silver hair which was slicked back and ended at the base of his neck, baggy denim and a black T-shirt that clearly showed the six-pack hidden underneath.
The girl flashed them a bright grin and waved lightly, Kankuro waved back as Temari began to walk over to them. It seemed a bit quiet until some boisterous rock music came screeching out of a crimson Audi R8. That horrid music-filled speeding vehicle took a sharp right turn to enter the driveway and, like an obedient dog, came to a sudden halt at the girl's feet. The engine stopped, and came out a guy that looked so much like Gaara but obviously older.
The pinkhaired girl, who Gaara expected to squeal out in fright, excitement or something seeing as though she almost got hit by a very nice car, threw what seemed to be a pack of M&M's at the guy.
"Sasori!" She hissed, as he swiftly caught the pack, "Do you have anydignity whatsoever? Unless if you're planning on tossing me the keys, so help me I w-" she was interrupted by almost getting smacked by the keys. She smiled something akin to what you usually see on the faces of villians in the cartoons when they're planning something you won't like.
Well, at least not as much as they do.
"She's all yours. You've got 3 hours. One speck of dust, you'll owe me 3 grand. Got it?" And out of those cute, plump lips came out the probably highest pitched sound that ever spurted out of the human voice box. Again and again she thanked him as she hugged him so intensely that Kankuro almost felt bad for the guy. The passenger opened to reveal another dude, with long blonde hair.
"If she's driving, I'm outta here, un. You're a damn maniac when it comes to cars, Sakura!" Sakura, hm? Nice name, suits her.
"When is she not?" The silver haired one grumbled, earning him an emerald glare that could quite easily rival that of his brother's. Then all the attention turned to Temari. Sakura started some intimate conversation with his sister as the redhead tossed the bag of chocolates to its rightful owner, and then they all calmly walked in after the blonde one took the yellow plastic bag from the pointed over to them, slipped her fingers around Sakura's wrist and dragged her over to them.
"Hey guys, this is Sakura Haruno. Our neighbor. Sakura," Temari glanced at the younger girl just to make sure she was listening, "these are my brothers: Kankuro and Gaara." She merely pointed at Kankuro when introducing him and with her slender finger still his way, nodded towards his other brother. Their new neighbor's faced cracked into a dazzling smile as she let out a quite excited greeting.
"So, you're Suna's royal family, eh? Sorry if I'm not all dresses and fancy-like." She stated honestly while giving an apologetic look.
The seventeen year old laughed, "Oh no, that's just fine. We're not all gowns and champagne ourselves, either." A flirtatious smirk ccreeped its way to Kankuro's lips; she was adorable.
"How long have you lived here?" Temari quietly applauded her baby brother for actually speaking to the girl.
"Well, my brother and I first lived with our parents in Yugakure, and then when they passed away Hidan was 14 and I was 11 we moved here with those annoying Child Care people checking on us every month. That is until Hidan turned 18. Enough about me, though, what's your first impression of Konoha?"
They all made small talk after that for about 3 more minutes until Sakura bid them goodbye and stalked off to her house, the Audi's keys dangling from her pale fingers.
"She's so dainty and delicate. I like her."
Gaara just grunted at his brother's remark and walked back into their new house. He wondered about its architecture from the inside.
As she made her way to the TV room after slipping off her hightops Sakura could clearly hear her brother and his friends chat and argue over random things.
"Hey, Sakura. I haven't seen you in a week."
Sakura merely walked over to Kakuzu and wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled childishly, "Who's fault is that? 'Cause it sure isn't mine."
"Not my Jashindamned fault either! You're the one that's so lazy; you can't even reach the damn remote on the coffee table – 4 fucking inches away!" Hidan noisily declared as he flopped onto the fluffly couch across from them. Grabbing the remote, he easily brushed off his sister's glare whilst she settled down next to Kakuzu on the loveseat. Just then, Sasori strolled in with a sandwich in his hand.
"You're not going for a ride?" He asked mildly interested as to why she wasn't already in his beloved car running over old ladies and racing on the highway with random dudes.
"I need someone to go with me. You know what happened last time."
"Yeah, you had to go to jail overnight for speeding 45 mph more than the limit and not having a license or someone else with one, un. That was funny, though." Deidera added, as he also came in and rested on the coffee table comfortably, hands behind him.
"Ok then! Can we all just drop the fact that I went to prison for 24 hours? So, will someone come with me or not?" Sakura demanded, cheeks and nose an embarrassed shade.
"Take Tobi, un."
"He doesn't even have a license, let alone the maturity to be in a moving object without screaming it out to the world." Deidera nodded at her conclusion.
"Take Kisame, I'm sure he'd love to drive with someone like you. Just bribe him with some beer, and you're good to go."
"Alright I'll go call him. Thanks Sasori!"
"ALRIGHT! Hey! There's a railro- YEOW !"
Sakura paid the pain no heed as she slammed onto the brake while simultaneously turning the steering wheel a total 180 degrees. Kisame held on for dear life as the car whizzed in circles and the tires screeched in protest on the asphalt, creating donuts.
The Audi R8 finally calmed down and stopped in the barren road, clouds of dust hovering over and around its form. Kisame fell back onto the plush leather seat, a bead of sweat daring to slide down his pale blue skin. Lips parted to take in gulps of air, he mentally punished himself for not bringing a helmet.
"My God-"
"Jashin"
"-Sakura, you're a damn psycho."
Licking her lips in anticipation, she inhaled through her nose and plastered a dangerous smirk on her face when she let it out.
"Thanks, FishFace."
"For the insult or for getting scared shitless?"
She pondered on that a bit then finally gave her oh-so-wise answer, "Both."
"Wait, please tell me you saw that railroad. Please tell me you're not blinded with excitement. Please."
"Yeah, I saw it."
"Then why-?"
"Because I didn't wanna stop. Simple as that."
"But now my ass hurts!" Kisame knew he was being a baby, but he just couldn't help it; who in the right mind would drive right over a railroad while going at 120 mph without a second glance? Obviously not Sakura; she wasn't in the right mind.
"Suck it up, princess. Alright, one last go, and then ill take you to the bar. I only have half an hour left." And before Kisame could argue she stepped onto the gas pedal with so much force he thought her foot would go right through the bottom of the car. He watched as the speedometer went from 0 to 60 in less than 4 seconds, and then go higher in even less time.
Oh Kami, please, have mercy on his soul.
Kisame sighed peacefully as the relaxing jazz spillled out of the speakers like water while he took a swig of his beer. Yeah, he wasn't 21, but he was a big guy. And he was at a specific bar where the bartender and security aren't very bright or caring. So it was all good.
"Enjoying yourself, Hun?" Stunning emeralds sparkled in joy as their owner took a seat on the bar stool next to him. Kisame merely smiled and closed his eyes in pure bliss. It was just so calm here.
"Yeah, thanks." And realizing his mistake, he quickly corrected it, "for the bar, not the ride."
His young friend sighed rejectedly before comfortably leaning against him to get a whiff of his scent; alchohol and his refreshing cologne. Taking one last gulp, he slammed the glass onto the counter and pulled out his walllet. Before he could even open said wallet, however, Sakura immediately began to reason that she was the one paying. She had, after all, taken him out for a death ride, and she needed to thank him for accompanying her. Finally, Sakura won the argument and paid the price of 2 glasses of beer for Kisame, a tuna sandwich and a Fanta for herself. While they got up to leave, the pinkette's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Forehead! Listen, Hinata finally spewed the truth to Naruto!"
"No way!"
"Way, so I was thinking, can we celebrate with a sleep over at your place?"
Sakura bit her lip, Kisame did mention that the gang had some business in a small town on the outskirts of the village tonight.
"I guess so, yeah."
"Hehe, yay! Alright, I'll round up the gals and we'll meet up at your place at 7:00. Later, Forehead!"
"Bye,Pig."
Throughout the ride back to Sakura's place, neither of them uttered a single word. It wasn't an awkward silence. No, not at all. It was… calming. The type that – when it appeared – you embrace and cherish it. They had switched roles and now Kisame was the one driving at a moderate speed; he was no lightheaded geezer, it takes about 6 glasses of something as weak as beer to get his mind a bit fuzzy. And then another 6 to get him tipsy. The rosette rested her head against the cool glass as she twirled a lock of bright pink around her finger absentmindedly.
When they finally got there Kisame ruffled her hair then stalked over to his gray Mercedes Benz SL550 after bidding her goodbye and giving her a good look at his sharp teeth. Once inside she collapsed onto the couch, and consequently, Itachi whom was politely sitting on it first. Of course neither one of them pushed the other away, Itachi only raised his hand to pet her head lovingly as she talked on and on about her Abra-laboo-youcious 3 hours of heaven in the crimson Audi. Itachi gave the occasional comment or smirk, but other than that he kept quiet while idly browsing through channels on the TV with his free hand.
"Sooo… where are the others?" Sakura noted that he briefly glanced at her before going back to the television screen.
"Hidan, Kakuzu, Deidara and Sasori all left to meet with Leader seeing as though they weren't present for the morning get together. Tobi tagged along even though he was there this morning, Konan as well, and Zetsu's most likely finding something to eat in the kitchen."
"Actually, I just finished with that. Hello Sakura." Zetsu strode in and suddenly snatched the remote from the Uchiha's unsuspecting hands.
"Hey, Zetsu. Is there anything good in the fridge?"
From his seat across from them, he opened his mouth to answer, "I believe there's roast beef left. Along with other vegetables, fruits and swiss cheese." Piercing yellow eyes turned to her direction, "Do you want me to prepare you something?"
"Nah, I've got a bunch of friends coming over in about-" she checked her watch, " an hour. And, you know Ino and them; total pigs. But we love 'em." Getting up she made her way to her room on the second floor. Fishing through her belongings, the fifteen year old groaned in exasperation as she couldn't find the desired item. She searched for about 20 minutes until she could've sworn she heard her brother's voice along with Kakuzu. However she paid them no attention; where wasit? After aother 5 minutes of searching, she finally gave up and convinced herself that she would find it in Hidan's room.
Barging in without knocking whatsoever, she began to look cautiously through his things as she ignored his comments about 'no privacy' and 'obnoxious sisters' who 'thought they owned the world, but really just owned shit' along with a string of insults at Kakuzu who told him to shut up and calm down.
"What the hell are you even looking for?"
The youngest of the trio lifted her head, simultaneously halting her hunt, to look him in the face, "My camera." Hidan's face brightened signaling he knew where it was and hastily told her that he left it in his bathroom after Deidara ate too many egg rolls way too fast and started to puke his guts out. Mumbling a "Thank you," she sped to his bathroom and instantly caught the sight of it next to his cologne on the counter. Exiting the bathroom, she declared that her friends were sleeping over.
"Have fun, but don't fuckin' trash the place; don't make it look like shit."
She brushed him off with a dismissal of her hand, "Don't worry."
Later on that day, about 3 hours into the sleepover/party, the sun was halfway down, only meshes of orange, purple and pink that proved its existence. The neighberhood was asleep even though it was summer time. Except for one 2 story house.
Sakura's house.
Sakura groaned, it was only 3 hours into the party and they already had a bag and a half of trash. And they stunk. Clad in her previous attire but now in a pair of daisy dukes instead of jeans, she slippen on her yellow flip flops and picked up the bags.
"Sakura? Where are you goin?" Sakura turned to TenTen who was just standing there, in a blue tanktop and flannel pants. Walking over to the pink haired teen, she disposed the red plastic cup that once help punch into one of the bags Sakura was holding.
"Take out this Jashinforsaken trash. Smells like piss." Of course, the last comment broke Ino into hysterics.
"Oh my Go-Jashin!" Hinata quickly corrected herself for her friend's sake, "Y-you cant go out at this time! Especially n-not dressed like that!"
"Why not?"
There was total silence for about 20 seconds before Hinata answered with a voice that lead the others to believe she watched an R-rated horror film before coming.
"Rapists."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. I'm just going to walk down the driveway and dump these disgusting bags of crap then come back. No one will even know I left." Sakura turned to leave but was interrupted by Hinata's squeal.
"But Sakura, they're dangerous." The look in the Hyuuga heir's eyes was something very similar to worry, and fear.
"Oh yeah? Well, so am I," and with that the pinkette opened the door and made her way across the porch. Hinata quickly grabbed the broom from the corner and, without stepping foot out of the door, whispered a "No! Come back!".
"Oh come onHinata! Its not like I'm walking through an alley beside some nightclub. Just count backwards from 50 and ill be back before you know it." Of course Sakura said this in a normal toned voice. In contrast with the silence of the outdoors, however, in Hinata's eyes, she was screaming her lungs out.
Swinging the broom around wildly the pearl eyed girl let out a terrified squeak, "Hush! They'll hear you! Now, just come back inside! Maybe they'll spare our virginity!"
Sakura let out another groan while stomping her foot. This was getting nowhere, and the stench of trash was overwhelming. What the hell was in there?
"Look Hinata, I-" Wait, Sakura reconsidered this. They already congratulated Hinata for overcoming her fear and asking Naruto to a date – which he agreed to – so, technically, celebration was over. For Hinata, at least. Smirking dangerously, Sakura suddenly dropped the bags of rubbish before turning around on the grass to face Hinata.
"Uh-huh! That's right, come back ins- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
There she was, in front of her house, on the lawn, between two trash bags, at 10:30 p.m, in the middle of the dark, lap dancing.
To the rapists.
Now, you may ask, how did they know it was for the 'Rapists' ? Well I'll tell you.
Its because she, on the top of her lungs, was screaming this: "YO RAPISTS! YOU WANT SOME SAKU-SUGA? COME GET IT!"
And proceeded to sway her hips, shake her boobs, and move her body the way no one else could to the fast paced song coming out of the radio that was loud enough to be heard from outside. A few moments later, she began to sing along, only the light from the street lamps and from inside illuminating her dancing form.
And Hinata was so terrified that she only shifted nervously, thrashed the broom harder and called to Sakura to 'stop right this instant' and ' get her butt back in here before they all got high on some illegal drug, raped, then killed'.
Ignoring her friend's wails of orders and fear, Sakura called for Ino to come and shake her ass with her. Of course, to Hinata's horror, Ino agreed and with a dazzling smile waltzed over to her childhood friend to dance in the darkness after handing Tenten the video camera which was recording everything. Hinata's eyes were swimming in tears which dared to spill as her friends ignored her pleas.
"No rapists. No rapists. No rapists. No rapists." The pearl eyed girl repeated the mantra again and again, trying to convince herself but with no avail. She was still shaking like a leaf from worry and anxiety. The cleaning utensil lay motionless in her frozen hands, she broke into a cold sweat; something was going to happen, she could feel it.
And that was when she got the idea; Hidan! Maybe if she called him, he could come and—wait. Sakura said that the gang was out of town for the time being. No! What was she going to do now? Her friends wouldn't listen to her at all. And then a warm hand sat on her shoulder.
Shit! They were here! They were here to stick things up their butts and then kill them! NOO!
"Hinata, calm down." Oh. Tenten. Right. She soknew it was Tenten.
Sheepishly, the Hyuuga heiress nodded and took a deep breath. It was all going to be okay…
Sleepily Kankuro made his way to the window of his new room. All three of them had worked their butts off with unloading all the boxes and into their 'destined and special places'. As his maniac sister put it, her 'body can feel the magnet-like pull' between whatever she was holding and the place it was 'made to be in'. Him? He just picked something up, squeezed it somewhere it'll fit, and Ta-Da! And there were so many boxes and so many clothes and so many everything! All he wanted right now was to pass out from fatigue and sleep for a thousand years. But the neighbors seem to be having a party, and their music was really loud. He could hear voices, too. The loudest one was familiar...-Sakura!
Breaking into a sprint he finally reached the window, and lemme tell ya; his eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
"Yo, Gaara! Come check this out, loser! Hurry!" Oh man, oh man! His brother had to see this; he would tell him if he was going delusional or not. Gaara finally got to his room, but to Kankuro not fast enough.
"What do you want? I'm not in-"
"I don't give a shit right now! Come look!" Quickly Gaara ran up to the window to see what his older brother was making a fuss about. Gaara swears, if he's thinking about pushing him out of the window or something he's gonna- "Holy Shit"
"I know man, right?" For once they actually agreed on something, but neither of them was focusing enough to notice, "...Dude..." Kankuro took a quick glance at his younger sibling's face.
"Whoa! You're totally blushing! Haha! Gaara'a got a crush~! Gaara's got a crush~! Gaara's got a cru-?" Abruptly a hand shot out to choke the boy who annoyingly sang like a parakeet.
"Shut up." Slowly he let go, but not before sending him one last hell freezing glare, "Crush? On her? Look at her; she's a hooligan." And with a blush still decorating his face he turned around to leave his older brother in the awkward silence.
Shall I continue or not? And if so, feed me ideas! (In the form of cookies plz)