:CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is playing on tv: Sara: "I found crabs on the victims clothes..."
Aia's friend: What are crabs?
Aia: Erm... The show... might tell you... uh... yeah...
A little while later, Aia's friend: I still don't get it, what are crabs?
Aia: I'm going to get a glass of milk, want one?
AND SO THIS DRABBLE WAS BORN!
Crabs
Shikamaru stared at the red head before him.
Was this some sort of a joke? Was Gaara of the Sand actually trying to pull a prank of some sort? He sure as hell wasn't cracking a smile for the deal.
"Say that again?"
"What is 'crabs'?" Gaara hated repeating himself, even to his boyfriend.
"You're kidding, right?" Shikamaru rolled over on the grass and gazed up at the Sand-nin, who often tracked his shadowy partner down in Konoha only to sit and stare at the grass cross legged, never saying a word.
Today had been a variation of tradition it appeared. After finding the spot under a nice over cropping of shady trees, Gaara had sat down and sidled close to his sleeping boyfriend. For a long while, neither said anything. The only connection of acknowledgment that passed between them was a momentary compassionate eye contact that lasted all of five seconds before Shikamaru fell asleep again.
Finally, Gaara had rudely awoken the sleeping shinobi by stabbing him in the armpit with a stick that had fallen from the tree above. Albeit an interesting choice of weapons, Gaara found it perfectly normal to poke people while they slept. He wasn't allowed to sleep, therefore neither was anyone else. Funny how he had picked the only shinobi in the village that slept more than three fourths of the day away to be his lover.
"My brother. He was complaining about 'crabs'. I thought they lived in water." Gaara explained solemnly. He hated not understanding. Since he had previously believed crabs lived in the water, the contradiction his brother had made in the middle of the bathroom was more than slightly confusing. Because their bathroom definitely did not have a living body of water in it. And crabs didn't come out of the tap, Gaara was sure of that.
Shikamaru squinted his eyes, as if trying to see through the sand mask to look for some demonic smile that giggled perhaps. A tell tale of any sort would have been nice. "You're serious?"
"Do I look like I'm not serious?"
Now there was a question. "Ahh…. no… I guess not. Um… why don't you ask your sister next time you see her. She'd probably be able to explain better." And that way I won't have to explain it.
"Hn." Gaara was not pleased with this answer. "I asked you though. If I wanted to ask my sister, I would have."
"Um, look! Naruto!" Shikamaru sat up and waved one hand at the bumbling blonde.
"Hey! Gaara and Shikamaru!" Naruto latching onto one particularly unimpressed Uchiha hand, dragging the poor pallid nin across the grass to meet with the other couple. "What's up?"
Gaara didn't waste any time. "Naruto, what are 'crabs'?" He questioned his friend seriously.
Sasuke shifted and shared a glance with Shikamaru, who turned pink and smacked a hand against his forehead.
Naruto gave a thoughtful look to the leaves above, a pensive hand scratching the back of his head. "Umm… those little red claw-y thingies that live at the beach?"
"Hm. I thought so." Gaara pondered to himself further.
This time, Shikamaru shot Sasuke a snickering look, the brooding boy ignoring him and only rolling his eyes. "Kami-sama help us." he muttered, eyes roving to the sky pleadingly.
"From crabs?" Naruto gave him a curious glance.
Sasuke could only stare, then shake his head in pity.
...Yeah.
-Aia