Temari scoffed and said, "Jeez Kankuro, why don't you ever talk back? It's so damn annoying!"
I rolled my eyes as she left my room in a huff.
As soon as she had gone, Gaara and Naruto poked their heads in. "Did she leave?" Naruto asked in a hushed tone. I nodded as I shaded in the puppet's hair.
Naruto heaved himself onto Gaara's bed, and squealed as the bed creaked from underneath his weight. Gaara merely followed and sat down. "Hey Kuro, didja hear about the school dance?"
I looked up, puzzlement written all over my face. "School dance? Since when have we had a damn school dance?"
Naruto nodded as he downed a red Pixie Stix. "Yeah! You remember Hinata? She's in my homeroom, and she said that the teachers were gonna try to FORCE us to make some retarded dance."
I frowned. "But we already freaking have prom and homecoming! Shouldn't that be enough?"
Gaara shook his head. "No. Other schools have up to seven dances a year."
Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "But no one from other schools comes to our dances."
Naruto raised his eyebrows in excitement. "No! I've seen more and more people from Sand and Sound sneak in!"
My head twitched. When I was in elementary school, my siblings and I had gone to Sand.
"And Kiba said that Sound's creepy principal Orochimaru even ENCOURAGES them to sneak in!"
Gaara gave Naruto a confused look. "Who's Kiba?"
"Oh, just a guy in our class. He's the other really loud one who you nearly killed," Naruto shrugged. "But don't worry, my little Gaa! He won't interfere between us!"
"What 'us' are you talking about?"
"You know, US!"
I laughed as Naruto tried to enclose my little brother in a tight embrace. Although that can be a bit difficult when Gaara is pouring sand on you from an open gourd.
There's a little story behind that gourd.
In elementary school, Gaara had this teacher named Yashamaru who he loved like crazy. One chilly day in October, Yashamaru told everyone that they could get a gourd from the pumpkin patch that they had a field trip to. Gaara got this beige gourd, but he accidentally broke the stem off.
As he cried, Yashamaru carved the stem down into a type of cork and stuffed it back in the hole. "There," Yashamaru said. "You can put anything you want in there." So Gaara put some of the playground's sand into it. (Sadly, Yashamaru died in the middle of the year from a bullet to the head.)
I laughed at their joke.
You see, some people think that Gaara and Naruto are gay. They couldn't be straighter, but they still pretend (or at least Naruto pretends) that they are homosexual. It's quite entertaining.
Naruto spit some sand out from his mouth and ran his hand over his tongue.
"Growwy!" he moaned. (Naruto-trying-to-get-something-off-of-his-tongue language for grody.)
Gaara looked out of my window. "I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow," he said with a creepy sigh.
Dark, billowing clouds had encroached across the happy, light blue sky. I closed my window after taking a whiff of the air. It was practically exploding with humidity.
Gaara is deathly afraid of water. I'm not sure why though...
I woke with a boom of thunder. "Gah!" I shouted as I banged my head against the cabinet behind me, a.k.a. my headboard. Slowly stepping onto the slick wooden floor, rubbing my hand against the sore spot, I walked onto the rug funny and slipped.
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" I screamed as my body fell against the floor.
Gaara drowsily moaned and sat up, rubbing a bit of crust from his eyes. "What are you doing?" he mumbled. "I only fell asleep an hour ago."
Of course. My insomniac brother cares more about sleep than me. Brilliant.
"The thunder woke me up," I said plainly from the floor. I stared up at the dark ceiling. "Shit," Gaara said.
Not only was it pouring, it was thundering and lightning.
I hate walking to school.
"DAMN IT, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Temari stormed into our room, a sleepy TenTen in tow, and turned the lights on.
I squealed and rolled over, protecting my eyes from the blinding ceiling light. "Turn it off, turn it off!" I pleaded.
Gaara moaned as he fell into his pillow. "Let me go back to sleep!"
"What were you two doing?" Temari asked.
From his pillow, Gaara raised his hand parallel to the floor and pointed to me. "Ask Kankuro."
I said again, "The thunder woke me up."
TenTen groaned and told Temari, "Oh God Mari, you woke me up for this? It's 3:00 AM!" She turned and headed back to her room.
Temari glanced at me before following her friend and roommate. "By the way Kuro," she said. "Put a shirt on."
My face heated up. "Oh yeah? Well...I'm taller than you!" I lamely made up an excuse.
A book hit me in the back of the head.
"Go to sleep Kankuro."
I yawned as I painted on my eyeliner. I had done it earlier, but it had washed off in the rain. The damned rain, that's what it was.
Rikku happily sunk into her seat next to me. "What's got you so perky?" I asked as I drew the final curve around my right eye.
I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye and she said, "Man, I love rain!"
Capping my eyeliner, I turned my attention to her and gave Rikku a funny look. She smiled wider and her eyes crinkled.
"Attention class! I want your attention!" Tamashi-sensei called out.
Leaning on his desk, he began what I knew to be his speech-giving stance. "Today we will start our first project of the semester. It will involve famous paintings, their artists, research--."
He was interrupted my multiple groans.
"And! Your take on the paintings. I will assign you each partners, and a remarkable piece of art. From there, you will research the artist and recreate the painting using both of your special techniques."
I blinked. So he was saying that I got a partner, a painting, gave him the artist's bio, and my buddy and I re-painted the painting by our standards.
Cool.
"Now, you may Free Draw until I call you and your partner's names, and then you will report up to my desk. Understood?"
Many 'yeses' echoed off of the room's tiled floor.
Of course, I was the last to be called. And, of course, my partner was...
"So," Rikku said, laying her hands on the lunch table. "We have to do 'Starry Night'? That shouldn't be too hard."
I rested my chin on my hand to stare at her better. "You do research, I paint. Simple as that."
Rikku made a protesting noise that reminded me of Lee whenever I made fun of him. "That's not fair! I wanna paint too!"
I smirked. "Well we can't always get what we want, now can we?"
Her icy eyes glazed over with fierceness.
"Exactly. You research Van Gogh, I paint." This girl could be very stubborn sometimes. But then again, so could I. "No, I paint; you research Van Go-screw-you."
"Why can'tboth of you paint and research?"
Lee set his tray down and, helping Kumiko set hers down as well, sat in a chair opposite me.
Rikku shrugged, her low black pigtails shining with the movement.
"I...guess..." I said hesitantly. "Great! We've finally agreed on something. Research first?" Rikku's anger had suddenly fled and was replaced by joy. "Sure, why not," I lazily added. She smiled again.
Oh God, when she smiled like that, the muscles in her cheeks bunched up underneath her eyes. It made me feel like an annoying aunt who always grabbed your cheek and twisted your face as she cooed, because I wanted to do just that!
A thought suddenly popped into my head.
"Hey Rikku?" I asked. She cocked her head slightly. "What?"
"Do you have a sister?"
Rikku's face immediately fell and she bit her lip. "Well...um...yeah, but..."
I nodded. "Oh. My sister Temari said that she hated this new cheerleader from Taki who's name was Takahashi Amaya, but I wasn't sure if she was related to you or not."
Rikku noticeably brightened up. "Oh, yeah, my older sister Amaya's a cheerleader, but I had no idea that someone already hated her!" she gushed.
"Hey, we need some place to study," I told Rikku, jerking her out of her rant.
She looked at me and suggested, "We could study at my house."
I shrugged and gave her a small smile. "That works for me."
Hello everyone! Well, I have five reviews that I need to give credit for, because I love you all so very much!
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