Kankuro Decides Not to Wear Pants One Day (Pants Saga Part II)

Haruko: Whoot! 3 pages for this chapter! I hope you like it (yes, I will be leaving little notes for you in every chapter now::cheers:) Well, we finally made the rating-thing go up! You go, Kankuro and your dirty mouth! I'll try to keep it around there… matters how crazy I go. I'm uber-sorry that this took, literally, forever. The Interview is the next chapter! Can you wait!

Kankuro: … yes.

Haruko: You're no fun!

Kankuro: Not when I'm forcibly beaten up, no!

Haruko: Nii-san! No spoilers, idiot!

Hikari: Whoot for upping the rating? -.-;;;;

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Yawning, Kankuro blinked his eyes sleepily, wondering where he was for a moment. Now, this was a common occurrence for him; he would often fall asleep outside while waiting for Gaara or simply avoiding his family. This time, though, he was in his bed. With a shrug, the teen rolled onto his side, facing the wall. Another yawn parted his mouth and then he stopped, sitting bolt upright, his mouth still open in his unfinished yawn. He had a plan for the day, inspired by the previous day's events, or, more specifically, the main event of the previous day.

Hopping out of bed, he pulled his black t-shirt that he slept in off, along with his pants, pulling his black jumpsuit on over his boxers. Kankuro then made his way to his bathroom, where he carefully painted on his kabuki make-up. He pulled his gloves on, wriggling his fingers to make sure they were on correctly, before snatching his kitty hood and jamming it over his dark brown hair.

"Now for…" he thought about his wording for a moment before finishing lamely, "what I thought of yesterday to do today!" The sand nin picked up a pair of scissors and looked down at his jumpsuit. "So… if I cut here," he murmured to himself carefully snipping at his outfit. He continued on in this manner for a few minutes, until he had cut the pants from his jumpsuit.

"There!" The scissors were flung under his bed and Kankuro jumped up, wearing only his jumpsuit shirt and boxers.

"Kankuro! Get up here!" He heard Temari yell, and he bit his lip. What would she say? Oh, well. Gaara was already out for the day, which he was extremely thankful for, so what Temari thought didn't matter. He had no younger brother to fear!

"What the…" Temari groaned, watching her younger brother bound into the kitchen. "Oh, no… it's because of yesterday, isn't it?" She put her head into her hands with a sigh. Why couldn't she have a normal family? Why! Gaara, who first had the Shukaku, now was Kazekage, which was very not normal. And then there was Kankuro the Puppet Master. He was about as abnormal as you could get.

But Kankuro only grinned at her, picking up his silver ware. "All right! What's for breakfast!" He was slightly hesitant in asking this question, as, the last time he had asked, he had gotten none whatsoever. Which made him oh-so unbearably sad.

Temari rolled her eyes, snorting. "Cereal. Make your own breakfast for once, how 'bout it?"

The puppeteer pushed his chair back out, shuffling around the kitchen, searching for a bowl. Finding one, the teen balanced it on one hand, while he picked up his spoon (which he stuck on his nose), and then snagged the milk carton, which he opened, drinking from directly. When he finished, he ducked his head back into the fridge, putting the milk back. When he stepped back, he looked at the empty bowl in his hand. Having already forgotten why he had it, he set it on the table before looking around.

His older sister, who had watched him the entire time, was still trying to get over the fact that her brother was wearing no pants! (How you wore no pants when your outfit was a jumpsuit was beyond her, but Kankuro seemed to be able to accomplish the unaccomplishable-- the impossible.) Still gaping, she turned his midnight blue eyes to the bowl, staring at it instead of her pant-less brother; probably a good idea.

Kankuro then paraded, literally, out of the kitchen, through the living room, and to the front hallway. The puppeteer hummed to himself, a gloved hand reaching for the doorknob. But then, a familiar, strong gust of wind knocked him over, which happened to involve the teen smacking his forehead into the door. "Ouch! Temari! What the fucking hell did you do that for!"

"If you even dare to think you're going outside dressed like that, you've got something comin' to ya, puppet-boy!" Temari's voice rang out from the kitchen, where she had gathered her thoughts up, grabbed her fan, and prevented the disastrous idea that her younger brother had come up with.

"Sheesh, Tem!" Kankuro protested, rubbing his face as he turned to look at her. "You didn't need to brain me, though!" As he rubbed his nose, he crossed his eyes to look at her, but only succeeded in giving himself a worse headache.

"Maybe not, but I'm sure you deserved it." Her words were commanding and final as she glared at him, arms crossed.

Now, no one had ever accused Kankuro of quick thinking, and it was highly unlikely that he would be convicted of it, but what he did next was, indeed, "quick thinking". His dark emerald green eyes narrowed as the pair glared at one another before Kankuro broke the edge-laced silence. "Temari. I don't want to hurt you…" 'Hah. Liar.' His thoughts echoed back at him, but he only shrugged, balling his hands into fists. "I don't like to hurt girls," 'oh? Yes, you do, you bastard.' "But, seeing as you're my sister…"

So surprised at the fact that Kankuro was going to physically fight her, her reflexes were slower. With a yell, her brother hit her in the side of the head, before yanking the door open, causing it to slam, and racing out, shouting loud nothings at the sky and Sunekagare residents. Many turned to stare, but they thought nothing of it. The older brother of the Kazekage was known for being, well, insane.

After about 10 or so minutes of running around the streets, Kankuro seemed to understand the fact that no one cared. And, obviously, that wasn't the desired reaction. So, with intelligence that most wouldn't have expected out of him, the teen vanished, a small sand cloud marking his spot.

Moments later, he reappeared in Konoha, wiping sand from his face, careful not to smear the kabuki paint. The residents only walked past him, not really caring, which was unusual. But, seeing as Naruto and the Kazekage were "friends", per say, his older brother wasn't a rare sight. Alone was a bit more unexpected, but not unheard of. But, when an adult noticed his lack of pants, he did a double take, hurrying by.

Kankuro only sauntered by, as if showing off his pant-less legs. Not to say they weren't nice legs; when you had to make your way through sand all day, you grew to develop muscles, not to mention being a ninja helped, too. So, he paraded his nicely-toned pant-less legs through Konoha, to elaborate.

Naruto, who was eating ramen with Iruka, noticed the Sand nin first. He only stared at him, before going back to eating his ramen, trying to keep the image from going into his memory.

Second on the list was Sakura, who was trailing Sasuke, who was third. Both averted their eyes, going the other direction.

Next, third and fourth, were Shino and Kiba, who were currently, well, doing nothing, really… Kiba gaped, remembering Kankuro (how couldn't he?), and Shino… who could read his expression! For god's sake, he wore sunglasses and his collar went up to his eyes!

Kakashi saw his next, number five, who only arched his single visible silvery-grey brow, knowing that he seemed to have started a trend. It made sense that Kankuro had picked it up first. But he didn't mind. It was amusing, anyways. Someone was getting use out of it… hey! Was that Iruka!

As the teen continued to parade through the streets, he drew more and more gazes, some unfriendly, but most shocked. He continued on in this manner, until a crimson blotch drew his dark green gaze. "Oh… shit. Gaara…" he cursed softly, biting his lip. It was too late to turn back now; a crowd had cut off his escape, so he couldn't run away. If he poofed away, he would have to go back home, where Temari would surely beat him soundly. Somehow, for some reason, he'd rather face Gaara? Wait! How did that work!

'Whoops… too late!' Gaara had spotted him, pale, pale green eyes narrowing as they lit on his older sibling. They widened slightly as he realized Kankuro was pant-less, but was otherwise vacant of emotion.

"Kankuro," the Kazekage growled softly, not allowing him to look away. "Why are you in Konoha? And, furthermore, why the hell are you not wearing any pants?" His agile mind leapt to when Kakashi had decided not to wear pants, sighing as he realized what this was all about. "Kankuro. Go. Home. Stay. Home. And put some pants on."

Surprised that he had gotten off with only a verbal reprimand, Kankuro nodded vigorously, poofing himself back home. When he reached the front door, however, he froze. Temari was standing there, giant metal fan in hand.

"T-temari!" Kankuro stuttered, smiling sheepishly. "You know I love you, r-right?"

"Enough to hit me!"

"Well, about that--…" BAM! "Ouch! Tem! Stoppit! I said I--!" BAM! "I said I'm--ouch!--sorry!" CRASH! "What the hell! No! Temari, stop! You don't want to--ack! What the hell? Temari--ow!--calm down!"

Kankuro rubbed his head as he fell down the stairs, pushed forcibly down them by his older sister. "Sheesh! Overreacting, jeez!"

The look in Temari's gaze made him think twice, and scurry back to his room, where he changed into an un-cut jumpsuit. "My entire family doesn't understand me…"

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"Gaara's wearing no pants!" Kankuro smirked, looking at his audience. "I bet he feels silleh!"

Gaara hissed softly to himself, eyes narrowed dangerously. "I feel… silly…"