Chapter 6: FRUITCAKE!!!

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0800 hours: Suna theatre

"Sasuke, get out of the supply closet!"

"NO! I LOOK RIDICULOUS!!"

"Sasuke," Gaara said, "We all look ridiculous! It's Romeo and Juliet!"

"I DON'T CARE! I'M NOT COMING OUT!!!"

Sakura was getting annoyed. "Sasuke, get out, you ignorant little boy!"

"I'm not a little boy!"

"Sasuke," Sakura deadpanned, "YOU ARE A BOY!"

"How do you know," Sasuke purred.

Shino shuddered. "Sasuke, that was absolutely disturbing, for the love of Kami-sama, don't ever do that again."

"Sorry." Sasuke sucked in a breath. "BUT THAT STILL DOESN'T MEAN I'M COMING OUT!!!"

"What?" Naruto poked his head out of his shirt for his costume. He'd been blissfully unaware of all that had happened over the last six minutes. "Sasuke's finally coming out?"

"No, because fathead," Sakura kicked the door, "won't unlock the closet."

"No, not that 'coming out'," Naruto said slyly. It finally clicked for Gaara, Sakura, and Shino, and they began dissolving into giggles.

"Naruto," said Sasuke in his deranged, say-that-again-I-kill-joo voice, "What are you insinuating?"

"Nothing," Naruto replied in a sugary-sweet, innocent voice. Gaara and Sakura couldn't take it anymore: they burst out laughing. After a bit, Shino joined them. They had to admit, the thought of Sasuke "coming out" was pretty funny.

"FINE! I'LL COME OUT OF THE FECKING CLOSET!"

That just caused the four to laugh even harder. The door opened, and Sasuke stepped out, fully dressed in his white costume, completely devoid of black or blue, thanks to Iruka. Gaara was dressed in his black and red costume, Sakura in her black and red dress, and the duo went into histerics at the disgruntled look on the Uchiha's face.

"You know, I still say Gaara's costume is cooler..."

Gaara wiped a tear from his eye. "Suck it up, you pansy."

0830 hours: start of rehersal

Everyone bustled about, fervently checking lines. It was a week before the play, and everyone, including the Sand-sibs, was nervous. Iruka was sewing like a madman, up to his armpits in atlerations.Sasuke had finally gotten through most of his lines without stuttering or replacing words, much to Shino's relief. (Hinata, however, was angry at not being able to hit the Uchiha anymore, and settled with stalking Naruto instead.) Everything was running smoothly, even Kiba was behaving. Gaara and Sakura were teaching the cast how to dance, thoroughly enjoying themselves as they watched Sasuke dancing awkwardly with Hinata (Once, Hiashi came up and whacked Sasuke in the head, screaming "Forbidden dance! Forbidden dance! NO TOUCHING!!!")

All in all, things were great: Even Shino was enjoying himself. That is, until...

CRASH!

"GODDAMN IT, NEJI!!!"

Tenten ripped the cord of the CD player out of the wall (much to the displeasure of the rest of the cast), and stomped over to Neji, who lay in a pile of broken glass.

"These frosted mirrors are expensive!!!"

Neji didn't answer; he'd been knocked out cold.

"Great..."

1200 hours: Lunch

"Are you sure they aren't poisoned?"

"Sakura," Gaara said, "for the 16,484th time, I'M SURE! NOW EAT THE FECKING ONIGIRI!!!"

"Okay, no need to shout. Just so long as the fruitcake in-denile over there doesn't eat them all first." The duo looked over at Sasuke, who was shoveling onigiri in his mouth so fast that he put Naruto to shame.

"Who said what about a fruitcake? I love fruitcake!"

"What the... Kankuro!? Where'd you come from?!"

"Well, Gaara, see, when Mom and Dad met, they..."

"NEVER MIND, KANKURO!"

Fun theatre fact: It's considered taboo to have a reflected surface onstage, so actors and actresses often frost over the mirrors with hairspray. Review!