I'm done with this shit.
Gaara glared fiercely at the machine that was currently the bane of his existence. The repetitive process of shredding, ripping, cursing. Rinse and repeat.
I'm done with this stupid shredder.
It stopped working FIVE times. The stupid piece of shit kept overheating and jamming.
Not to mention Kankuro has papers all the way from seventh grade. Why the hell does he need a "Certificate of Attendance" from when he was twelve?
Gaara twitched.
Rinse and repeat.
He grabbed the top half of the shredder and ripped out the remaining jammed paper. He put it back in and turned it on.
Nothing.
Twitch. Snarl.
He had boxed the likes of Anthony Joshua and Luke Adams and won.
But he couldn't handle a shredder?
As he was suffering from a faux cerebral hemorrhage, a soft giggle filled the room.
So strong, so patient, but he can't deal with a shredder?
"Gaara?"
He turned around at the sound of the melodious voice.
"...Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
"...I'm not sure."
Hinata smiled.
"Having problems with the shredder again?"
Gaara grunted.
Hinata just smiled again and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a knife and went towards the shredder. She took the top half off and fished out the remaining pieces of paper. Then she put the top back on and unfolded the paper. She stuck in the single sheet, to which the shredder responded well.
If Gaara was the type to blush, he would have.
"What would I do without you?"
"I don't know. Suffering from a possible cerebral hemorrhage perhaps?"
Gaara smirked. "Probably."
"Just... don't get so frustrated when you fight Fred Evans, okay honey?"
"No promises."
Hinata laughed.
A/N: Oh my gah. I haven't written in three hundred years.
You know the usual self-deprecation deal. Bad grammar, horrible plot, etc.
I got this idea when I was dealing with a stubborn shredder today. It took me five hours to shred the papers my dad had kept for six years. Ugh.
Don't forget to review and tell me what you think!
By the way, tell me if you guys want me to make a multi-chapter story out of this. It'll probably be slow to update, but I like the whole idea of boxer Gaara.
Love you, my adorable samosas.