She doesn't find it amusing. Oh, no. Not one bit. Not after receiving a lecture of 'paying more attention in class' from her most boring teacher, even when she was listening. Not after she was almost run over by a speeding car when she was walking home. Not after it started raining, when the weatherman said that the weather would be fine, and that if there would be rain, it would only be drizzles, but it started pouring cats and dogs right away. Not after she was pushed into a puddle of mud, getting her new jeans mucky from her knees down.
She thinks that someone is out to get her, trying to make her life horror. What has she done to deserve this?
"T-Temari! What are you doing back so soon?" Kankuro says, trying to hide the offensive weapon behind his back.
Temari scowles at all of them, not believing that they would do this to her.
"What, I dare ask, were you guys doing?"
Naruto jumps up and down and practically screams out: "We've been playing paintball! Look how awesome we made your living room!"
The rest of the soon to be victims of Temari slaps their forehead. That was not the answer Temari was looking for. But hey, it wasn't Naruto's idea to play. Temari looks around her destroyed space, almost crying out loud when she spots her beloved fan smothered in rainbow colours.
"Who's idea was it?" she hisses out, making the boys inch back a little. She glares out each of them, taking note of some of their guilty faces. She's suprised at some of them; because some of them doesn't seem to know what fun is. Sasuke, for example, or Neji. There's Shino, and Gaara, of all people!
Kankuro points an accusing finger at his younger brother. Gaara seems unfazed by her yelling. Fifteen other fingers quickly tattle by doing the same.
"Gaara," she says in a calm, scary voice, "is this true?"
He nods in response, obviously not frightened of his elder sibling.
Everyone waits for her outburst. They expected this, I mean, she's Temari. She's a girl. Female, not male. Likes things neat, tidy, and most of all, clean.
"I, CANNOT, AND I MEAN CANNOT, BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD DO THIS. IN MY HOUSE, OF ALL PLACES. THERE WERE A MILLION CHOICES, BUT YOU JUST HAD TO CHOOSE MY PLACE!" She stops for a quick breath. "YOU'RE GAARA, MY BABY BROTHER. I WOULDN'T BE SO SHOCKED IF IT WAS KANKURO," Kankuro looks offended, "BUT YOU! YOU! HEY, DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK! I THOUGHT YOU RESPECTED ME, WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING BAD TO ME, BUT THIS? OH, REALLY BAD!"
Gaara crosses his arms and leans against the paint covered wall. "Are you finished with your tirade?"
"THAT IS IT! ALL OF YOU ARE CLEANING THIS DUMP UP! AND IT'S ONLY A DUMP BECAUSE YOU GUYS MADE IT INTO ONE!" she grumps back to her room, cussing every swear word known to man under her breath.
Kankuro scans the whole room, his heart dropping at the sight of everything dotted with still wet paint. He turns a shaky head towards Gaara.
"What should we start with?" his voice rasps out.
"With another round of paintball. Death round," he simply says, then firing an orange ball at an unsuspecting Uchiha.
To them, though, it is extremely amusing.
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