Hey all! Thanks so much to greenteamoose, the advice and reviews are awesome! So I finally edited all the previous chapters, I am no longer a 'baca'! I'm a baka now! Gah. Anyways, let's drag someone in who will never show up in this story!
Me: BAKI!!
Baki: What is it?
Me: I hate you.
Baki: Why should I care?
Me: Dunno! I feel like writing a funny chapter, so yeah! Anyways because you are so irritating, can you say the disclaimer?
Baki: Why would I do that?
Me: Do you realize you have been asking questions this entire time? Anyways just say it.
Baki: TheContheDistance doesn't own Naruto
Me: I still hate you. I can't believe you freaking killed Hayate! He was awesome!
"'Morning tiger, get downstairs, Pink is leaving soon!" Kankuro didn't knock as he slammed Emiko out of her peaceful sleep with her door. The girl, in turn gave him a glare that meant a certain death in the future as she untangled herself from her sheets, walked out to the hallway. She rubbed eyes and fell down the stairs.
"Smooth, spitfire," Kankuro snorted at her clumsiness, which earned him another death glare. They walked to the kitchen were Sakura was preparing to leave, trying to smile bravely despite the worry lines were etched on her face. Temari grinned and hugged the medic, wishing her boat loads of luck. Kankuro ruffled Sakura's hair, and was punched for it. Emiko gave a small shrug and hugged her uncertainly. Gaara gave a nod and shook her hand before returning to his place next to the window. Sakura took a deep breath trying to settle her nerves. She gave everyone one last brilliant smile and headed out the door.
It was a fairly quiet breakfast. Emiko dressed in her usual clothes, which were too small considering her shirt was verging on being a belly shirt. Temari was going to go to the market along with them, and Kankuro claimed he had 'previous engagements'.
"Puppet cleaning no doubt," Temari muttered under her breath as the three set out along Main Street. The merchants openly gawked at the foreigner walking with Sabaku no Gaara and his sibling. He ignored the stares and whispers, as did his friends beside him. The market was dry and hot, the pedestrians flocked gratefully to the shade underneath tents and stalls.
There were too many whispers, much more than in Konoha. It appeared that the people of Suna were much more hesitant to accept people who were friends with 'monsters'.
They walked to a weaponry shop. Temari busied herself with the wind instruments, which had a fair few fans. The orange haired girl studied the different kunai and shuriken. Gaara stood quietly next to her while looking for the most basic of weapons. Emiko looked at him curiously, and the red-haired boy understood her stare.
"My student, Matsuri. She is afraid of weapons," he stated simply. The girl beside him nodded. There were several arrangements of wicked looking instruments that all three of them were disregarding. The kunoichi surveyed them with apathetic look: there were pronged daggers, spears with poison inside the metal, more barbaric looking clubs with foot-long spikes sticking at the end. She walked up to the merchant and paid for her basic weapons.
Gaara found nothing that satisfied him. They all looked too dangerous or too… they just didn't seem to suit his student. He walked beside the orange-haired girl as she finished. Temari walked up to them and sighed irritably. She clearly wasn't happy with the choices at this store.
They walked outside, pausing at every other stall. Many of the merchants they came across were visibly terrified of the red-headed boy.
"Hm." Emiko was looking through a stall and came across a radio blasting music. The girl smiled, which was a rare occurrence, at the music playing. Temari looked at the machine curiously, since she had not seen a radio this new in a long time. The boy just stood a little ways away, and watched the girls listen. The song ended.
As they began walking again, Temari's stomach rumbled. Emiko gave her a sideways glance and raised her eyebrows. Gaara looked at his sister.
"Fine! Fine! I'm hungry, alright?" Temari yelled at them. Emiko smirked slightly, and they headed to the nearest food stall. A customer was getting her food, a girl with pink hair.
"Sakura?" the orange-haired girl asked. Her friend quickly turned around and greeted them. Temari scowled; Sakura was getting to eat.
"Want my food?" Sakura grinned widely and handed the plate to her blonde friend. Said person gratefully shoved the remaining food in her mouth. Sakura giggled at this.
"So what are you guys doing here? I'm on lunch break," the medic asked. Temari was too busy eating to reply.
"Supplies and I need new clothes," Emiko sighed. Sakura suddenly became very still. Temari stopped eating to watch Sakura's strange reaction. Gaara actually looked curious, and stood closer to the three girls. Emiko looked uncertainly at her friend and cocked her head. Sakura's pupils grew large and a high pitched squeal erupted from her.
"SHOPPING! YAY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Temari, Emiko and Gaara sweat dropped at this. Temari then burst out laughing and Emiko's eye began to twitch. Oh Kami. What did I get into? The red-headed boy's mouth twitched. Sakura seized her friend's arms and steered them to stalls carrying clothing.
"But- food!" Temari moaned. Sakura had a steely grip on both her friends' arms and was determined to bring them to a clothing store. Gaara walked behind them, slightly amused by Sakura's determination to humiliate her friends. The pink-haired Nin finally found a stall to her liking and planted Temari in a seat and stationed Emiko in front of a mirror. The lady running the clothing store was taken aback by the arrival of new customers. She quickly drew curtains around the area the girls were in and pulled racks of clothing inside the makeshift room. Gaara sat in a chair and waited patiently, ignoring his own curiosity.
"Alright, let's get down to business." Sakura planted her hands on her hips and looked as serious as anyone who had ever seen her. Temari burst out laughing. Emiko walked warily towards the racks of clothing. She wasn't the most open minded person when it came to clothes.
"Ne, Emiko?" Sakura asked as she held up a blue belly shirt, deserving the frown that her friend gave her. Sakura then picked out an arrangement of dresses and tops that showed off her body. Each item of clothing getting a flat 'no'. Sakura was getting impatient now that Emiko wasn't choosing anything.
"I am going to make you wear an outfit that I chose," Sakura smirked. Emiko looked up at her friend and gave her an icy glare.
"Oooo. I want in!" Temari got up from her chair. The orange-haired girl shook her head and backed away from her friends.
"Don't you dare," Emiko hissed. Temari and Sakura smirked.
"Oh we dare," Sakura said gleefully. The two girls cornered their friend, who in turn, swore loudly.
