I wrote this while listening to the Hamster Dance. As expected, I am feeling extremely weird. And when I say that I'm feeling wierd, it's the end of the world as we know it.
And don't worry, I'm working on Love in the Forest. God, I need a different name for that...
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Rawr.
WARNING: Tiny manga spoiler right in the beginning.
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"You start."
The reply was short and simple.
"No."
The three siblings all glared at each other, the scariest by far Gaara, whose death glare was still as creepy, even without the presense of Shukaku lurking behind his aquamarine eyes.
Meanwhile, Kankurou was sitting on the couch opposite his younger brother, arms crossed with a look of pure stubbornness etched upon his paint-free face. Temari was in the same pose, only her legs were crossed and she kept looking back and forth between her brothers.
"Okay, do I have to give you guys an incentive?" she said, growing irritated as her younger brothers continued the attempt to death-glare each other into oblivion. When they promptly ignored her, she decided in a change of tactics.
"If you do don't start playing right now, Gaara can't have any ice cream for a month and Kankurou can't have any hamburgers for two months."
At this injustice, Kankurou lost the unproclaimed staring contest as he protested. "Why do I have a long period of time?"
Temari just shrugged.
The Kazekage just crossed his arms like his siblings and said, "That's not an incentive. That's blackmail."
"So?"
The usually sharp-witted Sand nin couldn't come up with an answer.
"Fine," grumbled Kankurou in defeat. "So, you've got the spinner?"
Temari held it up, smirking at the looks on her brothers' faces. Both wore an expression of pure hate. "Okay then, get on the mat."
They pushed themselves up off the couch and walked onto the plastic.
Smirk widening, Temari flicked the spinner. When it stopped, she called it out.
"Right hand, green."
Both brothers dove for the same circle and the resulting crash was enough to wake up the dead. Both recoiled, clutching their heads, Gaara cursing the fact that sand couldn't protect him from his sibling's rock-hard head.
"I. Fucking. HATE. Twister," Kankurou moaned, as they each put their hands on different circles.
Temari didn't say anything, but just flicked the spinner again.
And again.
And again.
Half an hour later, Gaara and Kankurou were wound around each other in such ways that it didn't seem humanly possible, each refusing to give up.
"Temari, flick it again!" The muffled command came from the youngest brother, who was speaking in a most undignified way from between his own legs and Kankurou's right arm.
No answer.
"What the hell are you doing? Temari!"
"TEMARI!'
She just clicked the shutter button on the camera and sat back, not making a sound.
It took them a full ten minutes to fall on top of each other.
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Yeah. I have no idea where this came from. But the thought of the Sand Siblings playing Twister amuses me.