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Chapter Thirteen:

I hate television. I hate it as much as I hate peanuts. But I can't stop eating peanuts. - Orson Welles

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Monday 11/9/18

Today, they kitchen staff were short three people. Today, they finally caved in and let me help. It was busy, like, super-busy, Gaara was having lunch with the land-of-waves ambassador to finalize the whole oil/petrol/fuel/ect deal Temari and Kankuro had gone to set up.

And as well as that we had the norm meals to prepare for, so the kitchen was buzzing, after finally accepting the fact that the two assistant cooks and two waiters weren't coming, I stepped in and said 'I'm good at frying eggs…'

From them on, I was whisked into an apron and was set to stirring five different frying dishes at once. That I handled with excess stress, and huge amounts of stress due to the steam and the yelling and the insanity.

"ONIONS!"

"onions? Where?"

"CUPBOARD!"

"…Yes?"

"LEFT CUPBOARD!"

I rotate slightly to the left. Hmm.

"TOP LEFT, GO!"

There I see an open cupboard with plates.

"BELOW THE FREAKING CUBOARD!"

Oh. Well, you could have said that.

The day continued much like that, until it was after two, and I eventually collapsed on an onion covered bench. I looked around me, and all I could see was about 12 messy-haired, irritable sweaty women, and guessed I looked pretty much the same.

"Listen, we were extremely short-staffed today, we won't tell anyone if you don't." The outspoken one again. The one who was always opposed to me helping. I grinned at her cheerily.

"Of course, I understand." I say solemnly, but I knew that she damn well knew they'd lost, and I'd be able to come and help whenever I wanted.

"You're going to stink." She pointed to the oniony-bench I was lying on.

I look. "Oh… well, I've smelt worse before and Gaara hasn't stayed more then several rooms apart," I grin at her. "Can't be too bad."

She looked grumpy again at my familiar use of Gaara's name, scowled, and walked off. You know, as grumpy as she was, I was beginning to like her.

And now I'm back in the room, feeling quite full of myself, I decided that because I was so insanely smug I better not go to the laundry, since I'd either break something or they'd get so annoyed they'd break me.

Maybe life here isn't so bad, now I have something to do… well, I mean, sure it isn't great and I don't actually get paid, but as long as I'm helping. It helps the time without Gaara pass quickly.

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7:49

Eventually, just because I'm me and I get bored too easily, I got bored. So, just because I'm me and I'm really stupid, I did something stupid. And in the end, just because I'm me and I get myself into crap situations, I found myself in a crap situation.

"Sorano!"

I ground my teeth together, went through the (now familiar) motions of trying to smile, and then turning to grimace (since my smile never turns out right) and say "Kankuro!" He smirked at me in his infuriatingly smirky way. I scowled back. "Wadda ya want?" I snap.

He shrugs in his infuriatingly shruggy way. "Nothin'. Just saw ya in the halls and I thought I'd say hello."

I was in the eating lounge-area, watching some stupid sport game, I should have known Kankuro would turn up eventually. Eating and stupid sport. What else would attract him?

"I'm in the lounge. Not the halls."

"Yeah, but I saw you in the halls."

"I was in the halls ten minutes ago, Kankuro… have you been following me?" I say with eyes wide. GROSS!

He shook his head. "No, no, no. I just saw you from a distance and couldn't catch up, those little legs of yours carry you fast…. Running from something?"

"So you were following me!"

"What?"

"What else in the entire world would I run from?" I snap at him, he scowls. Haha, point to Sora.

We spent the rest of the afternoon getting angry at one-another until abount four o'clock where Gaara walked in with several other important-looking people to find Kankuro and I disputing over what Kankuro actually did around here.

"You do nothing!"

"I do not!"

"Yeah, you do, see? This is you! 'Oh, look at me! I'm Kankuro and I went to the land-of-the-waves so now I'm IMPORTANT.'" I glare at him. "See? That was you!"

"Well, like you can talk! You're all 'Yeah, well I spent like, two whole weeks at sound until it was all too much for my blonde brain to take and I had to leave!'"

"You're just jealous because you couldn't even pay your way in!"

"I could so!"

(At this point I think our argument stopped making even a little bit of sense…)

" Nooo way. Plus, they don't take kindly to cross-dressers!"

"How the hell am I a cross-dresser!?"

"Because…" I and I knew I was going to get in trouble. This comment would send him over the edge and if I was thrown out a window there wasn't much Gaara could say, I'd probby then be charged with breaking a window. "YOU WEAR MAKE-UP!"

And at that point I'd dove behind the couch and was waiting to die, when Gaara and three other men in suits walked in at just the same moment as when Kankuro leaped over the couch to mutilate me. It all worked out quite nicely, if I do say so myself.

He landed on a strange foreign looking man, who may have been even taller then the tallest man on earth, Kankuro and the man collapsed into a heap and rolled back into the corridor, Gaara motioned for me to get the hell out of there, which I took his advice and left the room with the echo of Kankuro's "Oh… ambassador from the land-of-waves! I'm sorry, well, haha… I told you I'd see you back in Suna…"

I made it to the kitchens where I collapsed in a laughing heap on the floor, I hated to give the kitchen staff more to clean up and I know insane girls can be quite a mess, but I had to laugh it off. And so I did.

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