This is for Hannah. All explanations will be at the end. Here's your fanfiction.

Oh yeah- disclaimer, I don't even own the idea for this one.

--------I started a new house. And it's called awesome. I started a new house. It's called awesome. I started a new house, and it's called awesoooome...----------

And now for something completely different.

Temari sat at the kitchen table, filling in bubbles she'd drawn on the newspaper without thinking about it. And wondering how best to set fire to the crossword puzzle she couldn't figure out.

"Jiggery pokery!" said Temari in a fierce voice. "Hocus Pocus- squiggly wiggly..."

"What are you doing?"

Temari paid dearly for her moment of fun. As neither Gaara nor the newspaper was in any way hurt, Kankurou knew she hadn't really done magic, but he still yelled at her for making absurd Harry Potter references that don't really make sense. So she reminded him that he wasn't supposed to be in this scene, and he apologized, gave her one last warning, and stepped out to let the fanfiction continue the way it was supposed to.

"I said, what are you doing?"

Temari snapped out of her reverie with a start- Gaara was standing by the kitchen door, having just come in and found her doodling mindlessly on the newspaper. And muttering angrily to it. "I..." she tore the paper in half and threw it over her shoulder. "Nothing"

"I'm not picking that up."

"I'll make Kankurou pick it up."

Gaara just shrugged. (Having no objection.) "Have you seen Cookies and Cream?"

"Why, is she missing?"

"Not necessarily. She could be hiding up the chimney again."

"How does she even get up there?"

"Seeing Kankurou fresh out of the shower will do that to you." Gaara wrinkled his nose, and moved on. "So, you haven't seen her?"

"Not since..." she trailed off.

Gaara blinked menacingly. (I love how he can do that.) "Not since...?"

"Sorry, I promised I wouldn't tell you."

"Who did you promise."

"Kankurou."

"And you're going to tell me now."

"Fine. I haven't seen Cookies since yesterday, when Kankurou was testing a new pattern of face paint on her. You know she hates that."

Gaara muttered an exasperated curse. "She'll have run off. Ok, Temari, I'll be back whenever." He turned to leave the kitchen.

"You'd better be back by six!" She yelled after him. "We're eating dinner as a family tonight, ok? I know how you like to disappear for hours on end!"

"No promises," Gaara yelled back, from the front door, and closed it immediately afterwards so she couldn't retaliate. He'd be back on time anyways, but she didn't need to know that.

Down the street... his ears were tuned to the tell tale mewing of the kitten Temari had bought for him on a trip to Konoha. He turned down another street. It was a route he took often, where his feet carried him when he wasn't thinking about it- everyone has one. It didn't matter where he went now, as long as he was somewhere other than where he'd already searched. Cookies couldn't have gotten far...

Another turn.

A fork in the road, to the left.

A park- walk straight through, come out on the other side.

Not a single familiar meow.

She'd turn up eventually.

...Right.

He walked a bit faster.

A crowded street, by the statue of Bodrod the Bearded, was around the next corner.

"Gasp!" Exclaimed a random passerbyer, who happened to nod like a penguin. "A kitten! Someone save it from the rampaging tour bus!"

Gaara's head snapped towards the generic citizen's distress cry, and this reminds me ridiculously of one of those scenes where the citizen screams and the superhero says, 'Good Gourd, sidekick-person! That sounds like a cry of distress! This looks like a job for"- and he rips open the front of his suit to reveal colorful spandex of some sort –"Kazekage-man!"

Of course, that's not what happened, but my mind works in strange ways.

So.

Gaara's head snapped towards where the call had come from, and flicked in an instant towards the road. Rampaging tour bus? Check. Small, distressed black and white kitten? Damn.

It took all of two second for the cork of his gourd to pop out and fall to the ground, and for a small torrent of sand to flood out of said gourd and towards the disaster waiting to happen. Portioning a handful of sand off from the original flow, he scooped up Cookies and Cream and brought her back to the safety of the top of his head. Which was where she liked to be, oddly enough. She was a head cat. The rest of the sand he used to halt the bus in its tracks, so it wouldn't run over anyone else's pet, or anyone, really. There was a general cry of, 'hooray!' from the crowd, and Gaara began to wonder if they were going to make a big deal about it.

And if they were, where was the nearest rock he could hide under.

Cookies and Cream mewed from the top of his head.

A smile. "No need to thank me," he said, playing the part. "It's my job." He turned, to head home. To hell with heroic publicity, he had a cat on his head.

--------- Good gourd, sidekick-person! That sounds like a cry of distress! ----------

This is the first of many drabbles you may be reading, if you chose to continue.

You see, my friend Hannah (who can be found on ff. net as Lumos Solaria) decided it would be fun to assign me one prompt per week until sometime in... January...

The majority of the prompts are Naruto related, hence the fact that this is classified as 'Naruto'. When there's a prompt that isn't Naruto related, I will post it separately, so those of you who don't read death note or Harry Potter or something won't be offended. I will tell you when I post one separately, just in case any of you have brain damage and decide you love my work.

although I'm sorry, there will probably be references to Harry Potter scattered through this whole thing, so you may want to be familiar with these books.

There'll be a post about every week, I think.

Each chapter will be titled after the prompt Hannah wrote for me, so you can know how it related.

And because this is such a lame and serious sort of author's note, here's something lighter.

I think Kankurou is batman.