Gaara was generally a quiet person. By generally we of course know that when he was not looking daunting in a corner while remaining silent he would only speak to threaten death. This silence had formed Gaara into a man/boy/ex-monster/'Gourd of the Year' three times running winner of observations. So far, from his attempts at friendship he had noticed several things.
Firstly, members of Konoha were not smart enough to take a subtle hint. More direct attacks were required.
Secondly, generally, they were not eaters of raw meat and most were fond of their pets and such a fact was interrupting his opportunities for meals.
Thirdly, he needed to match his books challenges to people more carefully if he were to succeed.
The book's next step and such thoughts had provided complications that Gaara was working to diminish at that time as he re-read the words, sand holding the book before his face.
'STAGE SEVEN'
"A great way to have a little fun and create an entirely new way for that all important bonding time, is by taking up a new hobby together. What better fun than learning and enjoying each others valuable company? This time will provide a chance to be educated through each other, express your interests and later provide whole new conversation topics. This way, wherever you are with whatever awkward silence, you can always interject with a joke about your last 'Alpine Battery Juggling' class."
An excellent suggestion but Gaara had found no classes listed in the directory. Instead, as always, he had to resort to his own original plans. He finally found the shop he was looking for and entered, making his way towards the counter carrying his prizes.
"Are these for sale?" The sales lady didn't look up from her nails.
"Yes Sweets. The price is negotiable."
"I'll take it."
"For what price are you offering?"
"I said I'm going to take it alright." She looked up and fell backwards. Gaara took that as indication to leave.
Now all he needed was his friend to arrive. It wasn't hard to get him to the abandoned shed. A strategically placed pile of "Dog Heaven" biscuits outside had them both dashing over in a matter of minutes as the scent caught on the breeze. As they both piled into them face first Gaara alerted them to his presence.
"Do you like your special treatssssss?" Kiba sprang up.
"I swear I don't eat it! Uh, he made me!" He finally turned to face him as did his stupid mutt whose hackles rose instantly.
"Nice dogs. Why don't you come inside?"
"I'm not stupid! Follow me and I will not hesitate to show you our new move!" He began to leave dragging his dog with him as crumbs trickled from his mouth. Gaara coughed loudly enough for Kiba to turn.
"Forgetting something?" He held up the camera he had purchased that day.
"What?"
"Like your biscuits do you?"
"No!"
"I brought this today. Along with something else you may like. Want to see?" Kiba hesitated and Gaara wondered momentarily if he had realized that he had no idea how to turn the contraption on let alone snap a few pictures. He hadn't wanted to resort to this kind of behavior but he had decided he had no choice.
"If you give me that. I'm warning you though; don't think you will be able to defeat me!" He edged his way in following Gaara as he led him to one end of the shed.
"Wait right here." Gaara opened the second box and pulled out the radio. He hit it repeatedly until it turned itself on. Not being a fan of music, Gaara assumed that it was a good song and tapped his foot appreciatively. "I love this song." He added to help prove his point and try and convince Kiba of his 'hip' attitude. Kiba stared at him.
"It's the 'Crazy Squirrel' song. It's not even real music."
"Hm, dance."
"What?"
"Dance now."
"You are insane. I'm leaving."
"No you're not, don't be shy, I've never had lessons either but I can help you." He could indeed. Sand around his ankles guided Kiba in a clumsy two step.
"Release me! AKA! ATTACK!" His dog, as Gaara well knew, was outside half drowning in its own drool as the effects of two bags of drugged biscuits took their effect. He began to clap methodically and his sand led Kiba to do the same.
"LET ME GO!" Gaara smothered him.
"Really, you're spoiling the music."
Nut2: Hi! It's been a while hasn't it...heh heh...Sorry! I've had exams and other interesting excuses you may like to insert here. So, I hope this was okay, I have kind of forgotten how I wrote it this story and I have been caught up in my other fic. This may have to end in a few more chapters once my character stockpile/self help book inspiration runs dry.
And the 'Crazy Squirrel' song relates to that 'Crazy Frog' song that is the...rrrrrrr. Made me want to smash the radio every time I heard that little 'meep meep'.
