Lost and Found
By: Junsui Kegasu
A/N: Ha. I'm smart. Start the chapter the day you post the other one!
Disclaimer: Don' own it.
After the dinner party, while Neji felt quite stuffed, he was also quite disturbed. He hadn't found out a lot of information about Sabaku Kazekage, but his logic was disturbing.
FLASHBACK
"So…Sabaku-san, you said your son was grounded, is he not aloud to join the meal?" Hiashi asked politely, as a conversation starter.
Neji didn't miss the gleam of intense hatred in the politically powerful man's eyes. "He needed to be punished. Something like him isn't rewarded with family dinner." He growled.
Neji could have sworn he felt the hatred radiate off of Kankurou.
END FLASHBACK
That look of hatred scared him. Where was the look of annoyance that a child had done something wrong? The love? The love should have been there.
He sighed for the umpteenth time that night. It had been plaguing him for quite a while since they had gotten home. Maybe even Hiashi was concerned; he didn't know.
Frowning, he tried to recall a picture of the red head in his mind. He hadn't really been paying too much attention to his appearance, being so concerned on his behavior, but now that he thought of it, he had looked a bit roughed up. One eye had been slightly darker than the other; probably a black eye, his lip had been split, and he had looked in pain.
Obviously, he wouldn't have been able to see anything under the black turtleneck he had worn, but when he had moved, didn't he wince like he was in pain? What was going on?
His curiosity was going to get him killed one day. He wanted to ask, but feeling that might turn out awkward, he decided to wait it out. He was a firm believer in that everything would work out okay, so he figured he'd find out eventually.
He figured he couldn't go over today, especially if Gaara was still 'grounded'. Plus, after meeting their father, he really wouldn't mind only being able to come over on Wednesday.
Thinking about it, he hadn't seen a mother. That he wouldn't pressure, knowing the loss of a maternal figure was not something you should bring up often or at all. Still, he worried for his three new friends. Sighing, he tried to get himself to sleep. He knew that worrying over everything would get him nowhere.
Gaara sighed and peeled the black turtleneck off his thin frame. It had been very warm today, as well as humid, but he didn't want Neji to have seen the four little cuts on his neck. It had finally gotten too hot, and when the shirt began to cling to him, Gaara decided it was best to get into a pair of…Kankurou's pajamas.
He hoped Kankurou wouldn't make him go get pajamas. He hated to see Kankurou do all that for him. It wasn't really pride; he had none of that.
'It's probably just my pessimism.' He told himself glumly, slipping the large shirt over his head. Glancing down, he decided he could go without pants, since the shirt was past his knees. He took one final glance in the mirror at himself.
He was pathetic. Short red hair stuck up in odd angles all over the place, in some places falling over his forehead, which was an alabaster color. (AND I KNOW JUST HOW PALE THAT IS:goes to her room and looks at her blinds: THAT PALE!) Milky sea foam green eyes framed were framed by dark circles. He scowled at himself. He was weak and pathetic through that insomnia.
Now, now. Let's not get pissy over me. Came the demon, almost cheerfully. After all, I've let you sleep peacefully for quite a while, now haven't I?
Gaara's scowl deepened. 'Shut up. Some demon you are, anyways.' He said.
Hey. We've been through this. You know, I could always not let you sleep at all and let your father beat you to death. I even have my own ways of making you hurt.
Gaara almost sunk to his knees as a raging headache suddenly began, without warning. He struggled to stand up, bumping his bruised side on the edge of the sink, causing him to cry out weakly, hoping no one would hear.
Steadying himself on shaking legs, he gripped the side of the sink, knuckles white. After a moment, his head didn't hurt as much anymore so he walked outside the bathroom door, still supporting himself using a wall.
He made it to Kankurou's room and stumbled in. Kankurou looked up from his manga to give him a worried glance before masking it with a scowl.
"What's wrong?" he said, trying to sound annoyed.
"N…n-nothing…" Gaara said, not wanting to worry the older boy.
"…Bullshit. Come' ere." He said, the scowl still present, but his eyes softer.
Gaara shuffled over, collapsing on the bed. He could hear the demon laughing at him, degrading him, but he wasn't listening.
Letting down his mask now that he knew it to be 'safe', Kankurou reached over and felt his forehead, pulling back almost immediately.
"Shit, Gaara!"
Gaara winced. The laughing became louder and why was the room spinning? Kankurou was standing over him with a washcloth, and was he spinning too? Why was everything spinning? He thought it wouldn't stop, and then he closed his eyes.
Everything was cool and dark and he didn't have to worry about anything anymore. It was very comfortable. The spinning had stopped, and he felt his head fall forwards, hitting the soft mattress beneath him.
I won't let you get away with it this time. I'll kill Kankurou!
No matter how hard Gaara tried to ignore the raving voice, that last sentence struck a cord. His eyes snapped open and he sat up strait as a board. Kankurou looked horribly startled, but at least he was alive.
"…Gaara?" Kankurou called out, worried. It looked like the smaller boy was going to sleep, which Kankurou knew would probably bring down the fever he had felt raging under his fingers. When he snapped up, the fear in his eyes was so apparent that Kankurou wondered if he was delusional.
"Gaara…I-it's okay…" he stammered, unsure on how to calm the boy.
When his name was called, Gaara looked up again, as if analyzing something, before calming down, sinking into the mattress, his eyes open.
Kankurou seriously wondered what was wrong. "Gaara…you're running a fever…what's wrong?" he said, slowly.
Gaara looked up at him, and Kankurou noted that the terrified hysteric look in his brother's eyes was gone.
"N-nothing…j-just the d-demon…." He said, his voice a raspy whisper.
Kankurou's painted-over eyebrows skyrocketed. "The demon?"
"H-he's…m-mad at me…" Gaara said, hesitantly. "I gu-guess I insulted him. I feel better now."
Kankurou knew this to be a lie, but he didn't say anything, instead placing a hand to Gaara's face again. "Try to take some pills…I know it's hard for you, but whatever."
With that, he turned out the lights, leaving it up to Gaara whether to stay there, go to his room, or go get the medicine.
The rest of their suspension didn't come to be very eventful, and by Tuesday, Kankurou and Gaara wanted desperately to go back to school.
Checking to make sure all of their stuff was in order, they zipped up their book bags, following Temari downstairs.
"Is there anything really big we missed?" Kankurou asked her.
Temari thought. "No, actually. There's supposed to be an assembly today about…" she trailed off, paling.
"…About what..?"
Temari sighed. "About abuse and what to do."
Kankurou scowled and Gaara flinched.
"Dammit. They're so incorrect with it. They never mention the threats. Ever." He mumbled.
Gaara stayed silent, staring at his feet. 'Great…I hate these things…I always have to be really careful or they'll suspect stuff…'
They walked to school in silence, Gaara and Kankurou attempting to remember lock combinations and schedules. When they got to the building, they were surprised to find Neji waiting for them.
"Hey!" He greeted casually with a wave. "Oh, just to let you know, there's going to be a really messed up schedule because of the assembly today." He went on to explain that since it was so long for the entire school, as their school was horribly supportive about stuff like this that classes would only be around 20 minutes long a piece before going into the assembly.
Kankurou cheered at first; he hated school with a passion and to get out of class would be amusing. Then he remembered why and almost wished he had a full day of class. These assemblies only caused tension for him and his siblings. Sighing, he decided to just go through with it, trying to act as normal as possible without throwing up in disgust to their inaccuracy.
Temari was engaged in a conversation with Neji about how, although the assembly was important, the boards could even think about putting any teenager through such a long viewing. Temari's half of the conversation was strained, as if she really wasn't looking forward to it anyways, which was true.
Neji himself didn't care. He was almost looking forward to it, to see if he could figure out what was wrong with his new friends. He felt really intruding, but he was still curious, and worried.
When the bell rang to go in, all four, being close to the door dashed into the building to avoid the raucous crowds. Neji split from the group, since his locker was in another part of the building. He quickly grabbed his stuff, having been there all of this year and his freshman year and professionalizing the skill of speeding through the 'stuff gathering'. He ran down a few hallways and made it to Gaara's locker while the smaller boy was still trying to reach his books, which were in the top compartment. (Okay…for lockers, there's like…the locker, than a compartment, than one on top of that. One locker gets the bottom compartment and the other gets the top. Gaara has the top. I have trouble getting to the top, and I made him my height, so yeah.)
Neji grinned and reached over his head, grabbingthe book. Gaara's head snapped back, looking at the arm above his head before he smiled nervously, like Neji had scared him.
"…Did I scare you?" he asked, worried.
"…No. Just kinda startled me."
"Oh."
Gaara straightened his books and such. He closed the locker, without the slam that everyone else used, checked his lock, and reached up to close the top compartment, his hand hardly brushing it. Neji reached up and did this for him, closing the door quietly.
Gaara couldn't help but blush. He had decided not to think about his crush on Neji for a while, but now that the boy was right here with him, it was hard not to. His only fear of the boy is that he'd hurt him, like everyone else. Yet, at the same time, for some reason he felt he could trust Neji.
It was so odd. So odd, that he wanted to just lock it away forever. But, he felt that that wasn't the correct thing to do. He was confused. Stopping in front of his homeroom, he gave a small smile to Neji with a 'goodbye' and walked in, pushing the door to his room open and sitting down.
Now, if there was a list of things that Gaara had an absolute terror of, being stared at was right up there with tight, enclosed areas and his father. Clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, he took his seat, sinking as far low as possible in the chair.
"DUDE! You got into a fight? AWESOME, MAN!" screamed the ever-loud Uzumaki Naruto. Gaara only remembered his name due to that he was very noticeable and that you really don't forget the person that threw a basketball at you.
"…" Gaara really didn't feel like responding, but an entire group of people began to swarm around him.
"Lyke, omigod. I TOLD you he was anorexic, Ino! Look at him!" The girl with shrunken clothing said, giving him a glare.
"DO YOU HAVE WEIGHT LOSS TIPS I COULD USE?" her companion said, getting right up in his face so he could smell her perfume.
Sneezing violently and covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve, he shook his head, eyes wide and scared looking.
The blonde scowled at him. "You suck." She sat on his desk instead, wanting to be with the crowd around his desk, especially since that heartthrob that they all loved was over here, glaring daggers at him that seemed laced with something else.
Gaara blinked. He hadn't even talked to this boy!
"Don't think just because you got suspended and came back makes you all cool, delinquent." He spat the word like a curse, causing Gaara to flinch.
"S-s-s-sasuke-k-kun…" came a tiny voice in the back. Not many people heard it until the girl with white eyes – Neji's cousin, if Gaara remembered correctly – managed her way to the front.
"I th-think we're sc-scaring him…" she stammered, her voice hardly a whisper amidst the din.
It seemed to Gaara like the circle of people was closing in on him, and it became hard to breathe. Someone sprayed perfume, and his lungs stopped working. Choking, he erupted into a coughing fit, just as Iruka walked into the room from talking to another teacher.
"Class! Get to your seats! Stop crowding him!"
Although the crowd dissipated, the toxic stench of perfume still lingered. Even through his sleeve, Gaara was still breathing it in, choking on it.
When this kept on for about 20 seconds, Iruka looked up, concerned.
"Sabaku-kun…?" he asked, concerned. "Why don't you step out for a drink?"
Gaara nodded blankly, and still coughing, made his way out of the room. When he passed Kankurou, the older boy looked worried.
Kankurou frowned. "Kakashi-sensei? May I use the restroom?" he didn't think the small boy was going to be okay.
"Yeah, sure." The lazy man at the front desk said, without giving him a pass. Half rushing out the door, he caught up with Gaara in the hall, who had leaned against a row of lockers, able to breathe.
"You all right…?" he asked, concerned.
Gaara nodded, gasping for breath still. Kankurou put a hand to his forehead. It was a little warm, but he'd be okay for the moment.
"Come on, a drink will make you feel better." He offered a hand. Gaara took it and Kankurou pulled him off of the lockers.
Once he was off, Kankurou let go to see if he could stand on his own. When Gaara didn't topple over, Kankurou nodded and made his way to the fountains, Gaara close behind.
"What happened?" he asked when Gaara had taken his drink.
"Someone sprayed something…" he said. "It's still gonna smell in there when I get back…can I stay with you?" he almost begged. "They won't stop…and I have a lot of them in all my classes…"
"Gaara…I know, I know it's tough. But…you need to be in class today…" Kankurou said after a while. As much as he didn't want to leave Gaara when he got like this, the younger boy needed to be in class today. "It'll fade…I'm sorry, but…I don't think they'd let you anyways…okay?"
The small redhead nodded once, recomposing himself before walking back with Kankurou to their rooms.
"Alright, I'll see you at the assembly, okay?" Kankurou said, turning into his seat.
Gaara nodded, going through the double doors.
"Oy, Kank, who was that?"
Kankurou turned, annoyed by the name. "I told you, Zaku, it's Kankurou. I refuse to answer to Kank. And that was my brother."
"He looks retarded!" The girl said, scowling. "Too thin. Clothes way too big and old and nasty looking. What is he, emo?"
The trio Kankurou had become acquainted with was horribly stereotypical. "No. He's not anything." He said, annoyed.
"Whatever." The other boy, Dosu said. "Kin, he's probably like Kank – against the entire stereotypes."
Kin scowled. "Everyone has a label. Everyone. It's just how it is." She said, turning back to the front.
Kankurou rolled his eyes. This was why he'd rather not have Gaara follow him through his classes.
When the assembly was to begin, every single student crammed into the gym. It was a horribly tight fit, and Temari realized that there was no hope of finding her brothers or Neji.
She scanned the crowds nervously. She figured to search for Gaara, since his head would be the most noticeable in a crowd. She found him sitting alone in a less crowded area. She couldn't tell if Neji or Kankurou was with him, but she decided to at least sit with him.
"Hey." She said upon reaching him. Gaara looked like he was trying not to throw up in such a crowd. "Are you okay? Will the teachers let you sit somewhere calmer because of your claustrophobia?" she asked. In Sunaga, there had been a couple of kind-hearted teachers that allowed Gaara to sit in sparse areas for assemblies.
A teacher scanned the area, trying to find room for more students. Seeing her, Temari called out.
"Um, ma'am!" she shouted above the din.
The woman turned to look at her, with an expression that clearly stated 'Hurry up, I have more important things to attend to.'
"Um…my brother, here, he's claustrophobic. Very claustrophobic. And this environment scares him." she explained shortly, trying to get Gaara out of there as quickly as possible. He looked ready to heave everything in his stomach.
"What do you want us to do about it?" the woman said crossly. Temari gawked.
"He needs to be in a more open area!" she yelled, gesturing to the slight green-tinted boy next to her.
"What's going on up there?" A blonde woman at the bottom yelled up.
The woman sighed. "This girl says her brother's claustrophobic, Tsunade-sama."
Tsunade looked first at Temari, and then Gaara next to her. "Ah, I remember you! Come on down, boy, you can sit with me! I promise you, it's more sparse than it is here." She said motioning for him to go down.
Gaara looked at Temari who nodded. He climbed his way through the students, somehow managing not to throw up. He made it to Tsunade, and she led him to a group of chairs. Iruka was seated in one of these chairs.
"Oh! Hi, Gaara!" he said, cheerfully. "Are you feeling any better from this morning?"
"A l-little…" he managed to stutter, half being nervous of the assembly, and half still feeling sick.
"Gaara here gets extremely claustrophobic. Which won't do well in that crowd." She gestured to the audience. "So, he'll sit with us!"
Gaara felt awfully privileged. Before he could muse on that, the lights went out a group of people walked in, addressing Tsunade.
"Hello! I assume you guys are the ones for the show?" she asked professionally.
One of the boys nodded. "Yeah. We're ready to start whenever you are."
Tsunade nodded, then stood up to quiet the crowds. It took almost five minutes, but she managed to silence them.
"These are a group of individuals from the AAO – Abuse Awareness Organization (Okay, I think that title is horrible. I don't even know if it exists!) here to teach you how to become more aware of child abuse of any kind – physical, emotional, or sexual, and what to do in any situation. The assembly will be for the rest of the school day."
She walked away, nodding to the group. Taking her seat next to Gaara, she crossed her legs.
"Hey, Gaara, you're a cool kid. Why don't you round up three friends and I'll take you out for lunch? There's a break for it, since it's still early."
Gaara stared. No teacher had ever given him special privileges like this before, but he nodded blankly. Was this even legal?
"O..o-okay." He said after a moment. Tsunade nodded.
"Good. Now, pay attention."
The show started out with saying that any parent hitting a child in a way that is above and beyond normal 'punishment' was abuse. Gaara tuned most of this out, but he snapped back to reality when one of the members switched to a different topic.
"Please keep one thing in mind if you are being abused: It is NEVER your fault. Ever. No matter how much it may seem like it was your fault, like you initiated your parents' anger, it is NEVER. YOUR. FAULT."
Gaara's eyes welled up with tears. That's what he always wanted to hear. Kankurou told it to him, and then it struck a cord, and now it struck a cord. Trying not to let his emotion show, he slipped back into a thoughtless daze, tuning out the rest of the happening, afraid to be noticed.
When the lunch break came, Gaara searched for Temari, who had found Kankurou and Neji. He walked up to the three.
"Hey, Gaara! I was hoping you'd find somewhere to sit that wouldn't freak you out!" Kankurou said.
Gaara nodded. "Y-yeah…I sat with the principal."
Kankurou's jaw dropped. "DUDE." He said.
Neji shook his head, smiling in amusement. "It's not that rare. She's really good with the kids here."
Gaara nodded. "She said she would take me and three friends to lunch."
"Is that legal?" Temari asked, half worried, half excited.
"Who cares?" Kankurou said, playfully hitting Temari. It was obvious he was horribly grateful for the break and all his tension had become hyperactivity.
"Tsunade-sensei doesn't. Who did you want to go?" Neji asked, thinking he knew the answer.
"Well…you three!" he said, like 'Duh.'
Temari squealed. "Okay!" Together, the foursome walked back over to where Tsunade stood.
"Tsunade-sensei?" Gaara said shyly. "I have the three I wish to take with me…"
"Good! Come on, let's go before people notice!"
Temari, Gaara, and Kankurou expected her to find some sneakish way out of the school, but instead they all just walked out of the front doors, to her silver van.
"Alright, pile in!" She said.
"SHOTGUN!" Kankurou yelled, giddy. Him and Neji fought over it for a second, before Tsunade said that the tallest one got to get shotgun.
Gaara: 5'0"
Temari: 5'5"
Neji: 5'10"
Kankurou: 6'0"
As Kankurou was getting into the vehicle, two other teachers yelled. "Tsunade! I'm sorry about this, but I carpooled with Kakashi today since my car is still at the shop, and his just broke down. Could we ride with you?" Iruka shouted, smiling sheepishly with Kakashi.
New height order.
Gaara: 5'0"
Temari: 5'5"
Neji: 5'10"
Iruka: 5'11"
Kankurou: 6'0"
Kakashi: 6'….1"
Scowling, Kankurou got in the back, folding his arms in a mock pout. He had no idea why he was so energetic, but it was certainly a relief from feeling so tensed all the time.
"So, where're we going?" Kakashi said, completely unfazed by the multitude of high school students in the back.
"…You know what, I don't know." She said, sheepishly. "What do you guys think?"
"McDonalds!"
"Some remote little bar!"
Pause.
"Kakashi, they're under 21."
"…Oh."
"Burger King!"
"Bob Evans!"
"Happy Rose!"
It went on like this for quite a while before they all agreed to go to a little buffet area that Tsunade claimed had such a wide variety, you could eat there every day of your life and have something different every day. Obviously, she was exaggerating, but still.
Kankurou and Temari were sure to make sure Gaara had a good amount of food on his plate before feeding themselves. When they got back to the table, their drinks had arrived.
"Kakashi, don't you dare drink too much alcohol." Iruka warned.
Kakashi waved him off. "We don't have classes the rest of the day!"
Kankurou stared at his homeroom teacher. He knew he was messed up, but this..?
Kakashi turned to him. "Mention this, and fail my class." He said, mock threateningly.
Iruka smacked him. Gaara was shocked at the display of violence. His teacher was sure a hypocrite, considering he was always telling the violent students in class to stop horsing around.
Temari couldn't help but giggle at the horrifically awed expressions on her brothers' faces. Neji had had Iruka last year, and had sucked up to Tsunade, so he already knew that this was normal behavior.
Finally, Tsunade glanced at her watch, and said that they had to go. In the silver van, Kankurou, Temari, and Gaara's tension returned. Neji felt the moods of his friends drop dramatically, but didn't say anything, figuring it wasn't his business just yet.
They got back to the building and in to their seats just as all the students were re-filing into the gymnasium. Kankurou, Temari, and Neji found a seat on the bleachers closer to where Gaara sat, and the show continued.
Gaara tuned most of it out; it was just more explanations of the different types of abuse. The members performed skits for each type of abuse, which most of the audience actually seemed quite amazed by.
Kankurou's hands clenched and unclenched. He felt the urge to throw up as the members acted out child abuse between a father and his daughter. It was obviously fake, and it didn't portray anything that REALLY happened. What went on at home was far more severe than being hit every so often.
Panic coursed through him. What if what went on at home was actually far more severe than most cases of abuse? What if THEY were the incorrect ones? Were they? He was so confused. He wanted to get out of here so badly. Glancing at the clock, he read the time and almost sobbed tears of joy. It was 2:20 now, which meant he only had five more minutes.
Kankurou hated being this anxious. It made him feel vulnerable, and he had to be the strong, indifferent one. The one that could support both Gaara and Temari so they could keep on living until they managed to move out. They'd deal with everything else once that happened.
The piercing bell cut through his thoughts, and he jumped to get to his locker quickly. The entire school was going from one place, so this would be hard. He managed to fight his way through the crowd to his locker, noting that Temari, Gaara, and Neji were still in there somewhere. He'd find them once he had his stuff.
All he needed was his book bag, so he grabbed that and walked to Gaara's locker. The boy was shaking slightly. The crowd must have really scared him.
"You all right?" he asked, for the second time that day.
Gaara jumped. "Y-yeah. Just a little jumpy." He said, yanking out his book bag. "Let's go find Temari and Neji."
Kankurou couldn't help but find it ironic that their lockers were so close, but he wasn't complaining. It made things like this a lot easier. Temari and Neji were already done when they got to them, so the four walked out of the building and into the semi-cool outdoors.
"Walk or bus?" Temari asked.
"We're supposed to take the bus…" Neji said, trailing off.
Kankurou snorted. "Screw them. I'm walking. It's a nice day."
Neji stared. He obviously wasn't accustomed to being defiant. "Are you sure? We could get caught!" he exclaimed.
Kankurou grinned. "So? Whatever. I don't think Tsunade will care. Plus, it's closer. And we can explain Gaara's claustrophobia."
Neji understood now. Under that jester's mask, Kankurou was truly worried for his younger brother. "Alright…we can try it." Neji said, slightly reluctant.
"Alright! Let's go! Mission 'dude, the rules suck ass' BEGIN!" He laughed.
Gods, how he loved laughing. He loved the feeling of tension leaving his mind, leaving the euphoria of hyperactivity behind.
AND TA DA! I'm like…uber hyper right now. I'm home alone, have music blasting, and I don't know. I'm just REALLY hyper. Sorry for the wait! ON ANOTHER NOTE. WE'VE HIT 100 REVIEWS! This is a HUGE break for me! WHOOOO!
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Kanky-chan – It was SUPPOSED to be on MY birthday, but it's on yours instead, Kanky. Homework should burn.RP: You don't do it.
SHUT UP! YES I DO! First date? Neji and Gaara do not admit their love for quiiiiiite a while. Not till after all the bad stuff happens! n.n;;
Hkokuryuha – Thanks. Neji shall find out…I don't know how soon, though. See, you'll hafta just wait…:maniacal laughter:
tiggra - There's more Neji here! Here's the chapter!
yoko-san – Well, Neji thinks about his crush more. Gaara's just worried about not being killed. See, he's at that point where he's just trying to numb himself to everything and everyone. And Neji will heal him of that, eventually. You'll see. GASP! I love mushy Gaara! I swear, that boy really needs a hug! It DOES seem strange to make Sabaku their last name, but if you put aside the fact it means 'desert' it sounds cool, doesn't it? OO;; :blows up for waiting a week to update: Oops, no more updates!
Dragon Man 180 – Yeah. I kinda pictured that he would. See, part of the thing is that he doesn't HAVE any nice clothing. If you think about it, their father wouldn't like…get them nice clothing. So, yeah. I have seen nine year olds do this. It is very nauseating.
Fantastical Queen Ebony Black – Eep for your friend…anorexia is not pretty. I've been claimed anorexic before. I'm not, though. I'm too fat to be anorexic. Any of Neji's family…? You mean like his parents? That'll come in. I have an idea for that. Infatuation is a preeetttyy word. The ShikaTema was horribly amusing to write. It didn't give you an alert? FF.N is faulty like that. A couple of times, I haven't gotten review alerts. TenTen does get too much attention. Bleh to her! Exponents are confuzzling and they shall never make my way into my fic again…but if they do, magically, I'll remember that. Thanks.
spork-ai – I KNOW. It is sad! In an ongoing RP my cousin and I are involved with, we have NejiGaa! Ishho cute. I can't wait to start typing it either. You think that'd make me start sooner, but I'm an odd person…I can see it. I think I already have a theme song for it, too…Maybe. I'm horribly sadistic in fanfics. It makes me so sad, but I still do it. ….That's an interesting death for the Kazekage. You know what, it'll be used later. You'll see. FANGIRL SQUEAL! WHOO!
Midnight-Reflection - …What was ironic:confused:
Hurricane-rider – Oo…Sugar! Drake and Josh is amusing. THAT'S why. Gaara hid it! But, Neji used hindsight and found some marks! Ha. BROTHERLY LOVE IS SHO KYOOT! JUST LIKE ANYTHING THAT MOVES! (Only Kanky-chan will get that…)
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