A/N: Don't take this too seriously. I'm just procrastinating on my essay-writing and this idea kind of popped up in my head, slapped me and yelled "WRITE ME!" and I could do nothing but obey. Please enjoy!
"Yuck," Gaara stated in a monotone voice, with a slight nuance of disgust and annoyance.
It was an exceptionally hot day in Sunagakure, hotter than what was average during this season, so with that in mind, the Kazekage and his older brother had decided on spending some quality male bonding together.
"That's what you get, little bro. Getting avocado ice-cream wasn't really the best idea you've had so far," Kankuro droned, one eyes closed and his trademark smirk in place as he munched away at his own frozen globe of chocolate and… what else was in it, he didn't really know, or care about for that matter. Ice-cream was ice-cream.
Gaara stared at his cornet with a blank face as the vibrant green ice-cream started to melt while sun left its hot kisses all over the village. There was no way in hell he was going to eat this crap. Suddenly, a metaphorical light-bulb went on above the young leader's head.
"Hey, Kankuro, what's that over there?" Gaara piped up, pointing to a nonexistent thing at Kankuro's left. As his older brother turned his back to look at whatever Gaara was pointing at, the youngest of the two grabbed Kankuro's black collar, and tipped the now slightly slimy substance to slide down his neck. It left a sticky trail of green as it slowly made its way down Kankuro's firmly built back.
About a mile away, you could still hear Kankuro's shriek. It sounded very much like a girl's. Gaara would later regret commenting on that.
A/N: I know, I'm not too happy about the end either. Anyway, a review would totally make my day~~~