Woo-hoo! In one day I got seven reviews! Everybody keep it up! Anyway, I am going to continue with the stupidity coz apparently everybody loves that. Also, I know how much everybody loves review replies except the people who aren't replied to, so here are my replies:
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Damn... I thought it was FOOD! Why'd she get so dang angry, anyway? What's the big deal about letting your friends... know... you're having... your... oh. Nara Shikamaru sat in his tent that he was sharing with Yamanaka Ino. So what, he'd opened a bag of hers... he'd never meant to spill those tampons all over the place. DAMMIT! If only he hadn't been so hungry from his hike up the trail, none of this would've happened.
-Flashback-
"Darn, I forgot to pack food..." Shikamaru muttered as he fumbled through his bags, looking for even a lousy energy bar. "Hey, Ino, did you remember to pack some grub?" he asked, opening a bag on her side of the tent.
"No, don't touch tha-" But it was too late. Thebag's contents spilled out all over the floor of the tent, revealing about 10 tampons and 5 pads.
"You idiot..." Ino whispered in a voice that sent chills down Shikamaru's spine - and not in a good way.
"Sorry, Ino... maybe you could let it slide-"
"SHIKAMARU! YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY EXPECT ME TO LET THIS SLIDE!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just-"
"NO BUTS! I AM OUTRAGED! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?"
"I'M SORRY IF I OPENED YOUR BAG AND SAW YOUR TAMPONS! I HAD NO IDEA-"
"GO AHEAD AND SCREAM IT OUT FOR THE OTHERS TO HEAR, WHY DON'T YOU?"
"INO! I MEAN IT! I DID'NT KNOW YOU WERE HAVING YOUR PERIOD! GOD!"
-End of flashback-
So now, here he was, the genius boy Nara Shikamaru, with a large welt on his cheek and a considerably empty stomach.
"Troublesome."
Meanwhile, outside the tent, the others were having a sort of debate.
"Ino, bring 'im his lunch!"
"Yeah, it's your tent, and while you're in there, try and work things out, okay?"
"Do it! Do it! Do it! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?"
"Do it, or I'll perform Desert Coffin on you."
Everybody stared at Gaara.
Ino took the hot dog and said, "I'll... just go give it to him, okay?" and, after a nervous glance at Gaara, went into the red tent.
"Shika, before anything, I just want to say-"
"I'm not hungry."
"What?"
"You heard me." In reality, he was starving, but he just didn't want to have to talk to Ino right now.
"Shikamaru, look at me."
"No."
"DO IT."
He did.
"Now, I'm gona apoligize, then you can tell me whatever the heck you want to tell me, alright?"
"Okay. Fine."
"First of all, I am very sorry for putting my bag out where you were bound to open it sooner or later. That was my fault. Also, I am sorry I got so mad at you when all that you wanted was some food. I had an energy bar and could have given it to you, so I guess that's my fault too."
"Okay. I'm sorry, too, I guess. I shouldn't go rummaging through other people's stuff... and so, I'm really sorry."
"Thanks."
Closer...
Closer...
They were two inches apart...
"Hey, guys! Come on!" Naruto poked his fat head through the flaps of the tent. Ino and Shikamaru jumped apart.
"Gaara's gonna wrestle a bear with his bare hands! Come on!" Naruto hopped up and down with excitement. "HURRY!" Then he was gone.
"This had better be good." muttered Ino, crawling out with Shikamaru right behind her.
The others stood in a circle around something about twenty meters away. Ino and Shikamaru ran towards them.
Inside the ring of campers, Gaara stood opposite a grizzly bear. Gaara cracked all his knuckles.
"Bring it on."
The bear charged at Gaara, who formed a shield of sand around himself. Mr. Bear (that's what we'll call him) crashed into it, shook his head, and charged again.
After about five minutes of this, Mr. Bear had a concussion, and Gaara picked him up and threw him over a cliff.
"Umm... Gaara? Was that really necessary?" asked Sakura.
"No."
"Then why'd you do it?"
"Because that's what I wanted to do to Naruto." Naruto stepped backwards three steps, then turned and dived into the tent he shared with Hinata. Everybody sweatdropped.
"Oh, you know what? I just remembered a great hiking trail! Wanna come?" said Tenten over-enthusiastically. Temari, Kiba, Sasuke, and Naruto went with her and everybody else went into their respective tents except Hinata, because it was her turn to watch the fire.
Inside Ino and Shika's tent, they continued doing what they'd been doing, AKA making out, until Lee poked his head in the door and they had to threaten him to take away his spandex suits if he told anyone. Lee willingly agreed.
When Tenten, Temari, Kiba, Sasuke, and Naruto got back from the trail, it was already 5:30 PM. Neji pulled out the franks and Tenten got a can of soup, and they all sat around the fire, cooking and eating happily. Then Naruto dropped his beef frank in the fire, but when he reached into the fire to get it out, he got a one-degree burn instead.
"AUGH! MY HAND! MY POOR, POOR, LITTLE HAND! I NEED A PARAMEDIC! HELP! GYAH!" howled Naruto, jumping up and running around in circles until he crashed into a tree and fell over unconsious.
"HOORAY! HE'S DEAD!" cried the oblivious Kiba. He got up and did a little victory dance before tripping over Naruto's unconsious body and falling flat on his face. "Oww..."
"Riiiight..." murmured Neji. Everybody resumed eating, until the moon was up and stars decorated the clear sky.
"You know, tonight's the perfect night for a ghost story." said Tenten. "Should I go first?"
"Okay."
"Alright. Here we go..."
A long time ago before our father's fathers, and nay, even before their fathers, a town used to exist up here.
It was a little town, not very big or famous, but it was a good town, mainly because of its inn.
The people were proud of the inn. It was small, but it had three stories. Each room was finely furnished with oak furniture and a thin carpet. The innkeeper often slept there in one of the rooms, since he had no home.
One night, when he was sleeping in room four, a strange feeling woke him up. Looking around, at first he couldn't see anything. Then he saw, at the foot of his bed, a man. At first the innkeeper didn't notice anything unusual about the man. Then, to his shock, the inkeeper saw that the man had no legs! They cut off at the knees. The innkeeper was about to yell in surprise, but then the man vanished. Horror dawned on the innkeeper as he realized he'd just seen a ghost.
A few weeks later, a man checked into the hotel. The innkeeper thought that he looked awfully familiar.
"Excuse me, but have you ever stayed here before?" asked the innkeeper.
The man, whose name was Mr. Thompson, said he hadn't. He was here on business, he claimed, and had never visited this town before. The innkeeper nodded in comprehension, then checked Mr. Thompson into room three.
Later that night, a maid came and said, "Sir, may I have the key to room four? I need to do cleaning in there, I noticed a foul smell coming out."
The innkeeper said, "There's no one in room four. I think you're talking about room three."
"But room three is vacant," protested the maid, "And room four is locked."
The innkeeper got the key to room four. With the maid, he opened the door and stepped inside. On the bed, Mr. Thompson lay, dead, with his legs sliced off at the knees. It was then that the innkeeper remembered where he'd seen Mr. Thompson before. That night, when he'd seen the ghost.
Why did Mr. Thompson's ghost appear to the innkeeper? No one knows for sure. All that is certain is, even after the village was destroyed by a hurricane, Mr. Thompson's ghost has haunted these woods, looking for his legs. It kills anyone it meets, and can only be pu to rest if it finds its missing legs. Until then, it continues to search, kill, and haunt, until the quest it must do is done.
When Tenten had finished her story, everybody was shivering in fear and were all wide eyed except for Gaara and Neji.
"Man, nothing beats a good ghost story!" cried Naruto, shaking. Hinata was clutching him tightly, obviously scared out of her wits.
"That wasn't scary. It was pathetic." said Gaara flatly.
"Yeah. totally fake." muttered Neji.
"It sure as hell scared me. Where'd you learn that, Tenten?" asked Sakura, clutching Sasuke's hand. Sasuke glanced down at it; the fingers were purple due to lack of blood.
"My dad used to tell it tome all the time when I was little." said Tenten proudly.
"Can we go to bed now? Please?" Said Ino, fear obvious in her voice.
"Uh, yeah, okay." Temari said. "Suuuure..."
So they did.
TBC...
All done! This chapter would have been up a day earlier, but my mom grounded me from the computer and I only god it back because I'm actually going to let her buy me a dress (Shudders, organ music plays in background). HOH, boy. Anyways, keep watching for more and I promise I'll put in more senseless nonsense!
-Natsyourlord