Chapter 2: Toasted Hand "This is the "guest" room." Judging from the hand gesture he made it was not used often. I looked around the room, it was nice but everything had sand on it. I turned around to thank Gaara but he had left me alone in the room. Temari walked by the door. "Our rooms are on the other side of the house but if you need anything don't go to Gaara or Kankurou, come get me." "How will I know which room is yours?" "They have nameplates." "Thanks." I looked away. She walked out leaving me alone again. I sat on the bed and fell back into the pillows. 'Now that father is dead how will I ever know about mom'
(Flash Back)
What was mommy like?" My father glared at me. "She was beautiful, and kind, something you can never be." I looked at him. Tears threatening to erupt from my green eyes. "In fact Kaanna, she probably would have blown her brains out if she had met you!" I turned, ran up the stairs and began to sob into my pillow.
(End Flash Back)
I was only eight then. Those words had haunted my thoughts for the last five years. I got up and walked out into the disserted hallway. 'I can probably just look around.' I walked down the hallway and soon came to three doors, and as Temari had said they all had nameplates. Next to each door was what looked like a small closet. 'I shouldn't but, lets see what's behind door number one!' I walked over to Kankuruo's closet and opened the door. I stepped back shoving my hand in my mouth to stop myself from screaming. What looked like a puppet was staring blankly at me. I shut the door as quickly as I could, but silently. I walked to Temari's next and opened it, the only thing inside was a fan that was bigger than I was. I shut the door and opened Gaara's. Inside was the gourd he had been wearing.
I shut the door and decided to go back to my room. I was creped out by the puppet, and felt like something was watching my every move. I stopped and looked behind me, there was no sign of anything in the dark hallway. I turned to keep going, I found myself staring into a pair of black-rimed green eyes. A hand grabbed my wrist and another was placed over my mouth. Only my right hand was free, I reached down and took off my shoe. I hit the Gaara on the head, and he let go of me. I hit him again, I was obviously stronger than he expected. "AAHH, god, what the hell was that for!" "Sneaking up on me." I looked away trying to put my shoe back on. "And by the way why aren't you asleep?" He glared at me opening his mouth several times before answering. "I don't sleep." I looked puzzled. He sighed. "Come with me."
We walked back to the doors. He opened his and pushed me in, he shut the door. "What do you think, I designed it myself." 'That's obvious.' The room was a grayish color with piles of red tinted sand in every corner. "You can look around if you…" I had already looked threw three drawers, the closet, and under his bed. I went to a pile of sand next, what looked like a human finger was sticking out. I grabbed it, and out came an entire hand. I turned to Gaara who looked mildly amused at my actions. "What do you think would happen if we put this in the toaster?" Gaara smiled at me, "That's a good question." He then grabbed my free hand, and with complete disregard for his sleeping brother and sister, we ran down to the kitchen. "How long do you think it will take?" He just smiled.
(12,389 seconds later)
"Cool, Now it's a toasted hand!" "Gaara!", Temari stood in the doorway. "What did I say about toasting muffins!" Gaara looked at the hand. "Temari, it's not what it looks like." This seemed to upset her more. "It looks like a toasted hand to me." It was impossible to reason with her now. At that moment Kankurou walked in. He looked at Temari, then Gaara, then me, and finely at the toaster. "HOLY CRAP, it's a toasted hand!" He ran over and attempted to through the whole toaster out the window. "Kankurou, what was that for, your going to make it angry!" Gaara looked stressed. "What can a toaster do to me, it has no feelings!" Kankurou was angrier than the night before. "Kankurou, your hand is in the toaster!" Temari pointed at his hand which was now jammed in the toaster. "AAAAHHH, get it off, goddamn it get it off!", he slammed the toaster against the wall several times before it finally fell off. "Gaara, you know better than to us the toaster without one of us here, the Shakaku talks to it!" "Yeah, In fact just for that I want you to clean your room and get rid of all that sand, it smells horrible." Gaara's mouth dropped open. "But, but, but…" "No buts, Temari and I have had it." "But that sand smells like me." Gaara looked deeply hurt. "Gaara, as your big sister I think it's ok to tell you that you smell like blood and decaying bodies." "I can see why you don't have any friend, Gaara." I spoke without thinking. "How did you know that I don't have friends?" He looked shocked, as did the others. P.s. If you want to know the story behind the toasted hand thing , THIS SITE uses explicit words and offensive content, the site is It is called the Amneiville toaster. WARNING I AM SERIOUS IT IS RATED MATURE FOR SURE!
