Gaara-sama, the Great Plush Avenger
By PhoenixTorte
Warnings: Sorta crackish. Overuse of ellipsis.
Jenna threw open the door into her younger sisters bedroom. "Where's my Gaara plushie?" she barked at the young girl reclining on the bed as she listened to AC/DC.
"How the heck should I know? I don't pay attention to your stupid anime crap." Kelly said, barely looking up from the music magazine that she flipped through. Just as Jenna turned to leave, Kelly appeared to suffer a revelation.
"Wait…I think Mom might have…"
Jenna didn't wait to hear the rest. She was already flying down the stairs, heading to the kitchen where she had last seen her mother cooking.
"MOM!" Jenna yelled, skidding past her mom and crashing painfully into the counter. "Have you seen my Gaara plushie?"
"What the heck's a Gaara plushie?" her mom said, stirring the questionable looking stew on the stove.
"Gaara plushie is the super kawaii, chibi version of Gaara-chan! He's got dashing red hair and evil blue eyes, and he's got his arms folded all macho, and his head turns to the side as he glares at you, and he's super sexy with a gourd on his back…"
"I get it, I get it," her mom said, interrupting her tirade. "Yeah I saw it…" her eyes shifted nervously to the laundry room that attached to the kitchen. Seeing it, Jenna ran there. Searching the tiny laundry room, she flung open cupboards, searched the top of the laundry machine…
"Noooooooo!!!"
For there, fallen in with the linty rubbish between the dryers, was Gaara-sama! Jenna wriggled and squirmed to get her fallen hero
"Gaara-sama!" she cried. "Forgive me! I am unworthy, and deserve only death!"
Gaara glared at her, arms folded implacably.
"Oh, for god's sake, Jenna, stop prostrating yourself before that doll." Her mother's irritated voice chastised her. Jenna spun, pointing at her mother in full accusation mode.
"And how did Gaara-sama get between the washers?"
Her mom shifted her eyes guiltily to the left. "Er, I better go check on my stew!"
"Yes, go do that, mother," Jenna said darkly. "I'll be keeping my eyes on you…"
"Heh, heh…" her mom said uneasily, ducking back into the kitchen. 'I really should stop letting her watch those violent anime shows…she's starting to creep me out."
Jenna took Gaara back up to her bedroom. "I'm so sorry, Gaara-sama! I don't know what I would do without you."
"It's all right," Gaara finally spoke, now that they were alone. "First we will get our revenge on the mother figure, and then you will do your own penance for letting me out of your sight…"
He was interrupted by a shriek. Kelly had apparently been passing by the partially open bedroom door. "He-he-he t-talked…"
"Damn," Gaara grumbled. "Now I have to kill her. Not even being a stuffed doll nets me a break."
Note: Meh, heh. Sorry about the weird little drabble.