Disclaimer: I will own Naruto when pigs start flying
Disclaimer: I will own Naruto when pigs start flying. Hey look- oh wait, that's a cow.
The walk to Shikamaru's house was quiet and uneventful. Makou should have been very, very glad that Sasuke had brightened my very angry spirits. Of course, she knew I had those really random mood swings and she decided to keep a way from the walking dynamite. She walked swiftly in her black ballet flats with her dark red hair up in a messy bun. Her tan shorts and green polo rustled as she walked. My black Capri's and tank top were silent. The four necklaces created a lot of noise though, so I wasn't surprised to here Gaara yell "They're here" when we were turning a corner.
"Why do you where so many necklaces? It tells people, maniacs, A.B.s, and any other type of serial killer where you are," Makou examined. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. I flipped around and started walking backwards.
I shrugged and answered," Cause they're awesome and completely unnecessary. Plus it adds a tiny ripple of color to my wonderfully dark wardrobe."
"WATCH IT," a voice behind me yelled. Startled by the voice, I tripped on a rock and fell, backwards, onto the living heap behind me.
"The second time I fell on someone today and they both weren't for love," I growled, getting up. I felt a cold liquid trickle down my neck," Oh that's fabulous. This time I get to bleed. Ugh!"
"Suki, I've told you to not walk backwards how many times this fuckin week," Shikamaru commanded, brushing off his green sweatpants. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk into the small, green house. Makou was suppressing a giggle and Gaara stood still in the doorway, smirking. Sighing, I walked into the house and I went in to raid the kitchen.
"You put a dam lock on the fridge? Now how am I supposed to empty it out without damaging it or cutting it?" The sluggish chunin grinned and went to turn on the T.V.
"What movie we are watching, romantic or adventure," Makou questioned, sitting herself on the couch.
"Oh please save me from a sappy and hopeless ending," I mumbled. Shikamaru scanned through his movies.
"Ya know, we lose a lot of possibilities when you say that," Gaara pointed out. My hand flew out and smacked him on that back of the head. Makou was full out laughing now and even Shika couldn't help for snickering.
"And that was for…."
"Being a dam idiot. I already did that to Mak when she was a dork this afternoon." Makou slapped me on the forehead. Now, all three of them were on the floor holding their stomachs from laughter. None of them noticed the bottle of Sprite tipped over Gaara's head. Small clear droplets of liquid started to leak from the top. They splashed down onto the maroon hair. His black rimmed eyes titled up ward as another drip plummeted towards his face.
"Suki," he snarled angrily. I started laughing and let the bottle tip all the way forward. All the bubbling drink streamed out onto Gaara's head, causing his red locks to cover his sea green eyes. Shikamaru's mouth had dropped to his chest, well not literally but it probably could've. Makou was smirking still, knowing a wonderful fight could feud between us.
"Sorry bout that Panda boy, must have slipped," I coaxed, trying to muffle my upcoming burst of laughter. He slowly stood up with his jeans and red shirt dripping wet and sticking to his body. His eyes should a soft anger and rage flowing through him and I could tell he seriously wanted to yell his head off. But, being Gaara, he controlled his madness. Slowly he walked up to Shikamaru's room to change.
"Ya' know, I'm amazed he can actually control his anger when you pull stunts like that," Makou spluttered while she gained domination over her laughter.
Shikamaru shook his head and spoke in amazement, "Let's just watch a movie."
And all you people say happy birthday to Makou!!
A.N.- Sup y'all? If you guys could try to get other people to read this I would seriously appreciate it! It's not the best it gives my ego some ego foodXD
