three. Troublemaking.
Today Kankurou sees very little of Maren, and has to wander off somewhere else, find something else to do; which doesn't bother him much at all, since Maren was only one reason [though, don't doubt it- she was a big reason] why he asked to extend their stay in Konoha.
He easily finds his way through the streets of the village and sets himself on another rooftop, this one so that he is facing the rising sun. It's a warm, lazy day, and though the heat tempts him to fall asleep in his place, he yawns and looks around at the other rooftops for a sign of what to do.
Sure enough, he finds himself a task; though it isn't the most exciting he accepts it and leaps over to a tree close to the ninja academy. In it, there is a cat- sleek with black hair and dainty paws, meow-ing nonstop and glancing around at the ground that seems to be just a little too far down. He inches toward it; it hisses slightly until it realizes that Kankurou is it's only hope of getting down, and then the rest is a breeze. Once holding the animal in his gloved hands, he leaps off the tree and lands- more softly than expected- on the ground. The cat licks his face as he puts it on the ground.
"There," Kankurou says, nearly unessecarily, "you'll be fine now. Go on."
The cat doesn't leave, however, and Kankurou begins to wonder if this freshly-rescued kitty has, in fact, no home. To test his theory, he starts to walk away, carefully listening to the hardly-audible footsteps of the creature. Then he frowns, and looks behind himself. The cat isn't there.
....it's in front of him; Kankurou jumps. "Go on now," he insists. "Find your owners, I'm sure they miss you."
He doesn't get further than that, though, because a second later, three young ninja angrily appear in front of him. "Hey!" the 'leader' [or so it appears] calls. "That was our mission!"
Kankurou firsts finds himself speechless, but then doesn't do much but smirk at them. "Sorry," he says, with close to no genuine feeling in the word. He starts to walk off again but the defiant, leader-like kid jumps in front of him, persistant in- well, whatever it is he's trying to accomplish. "What do you want, kid?" he questions, apparently annoyed and not trying to hide it in the least.
"Put the cat back."
He laughs. "You as a ninja should just be happy you have less work." He paused before lowering his eyes and smirking more. "You can even say you saved it from the tree, if you like."
"We can't leave without it," the girl of the group complains. He glances at her, silently reminding himself to laugh at her stupid hairstyle, and takes a single step backwards.
"Take it then," he says. "But I'm not wasting my time putting a perfectly content cat back in a tree. And you call yourself ninjas..."
He leaves quickly, and they don't follow. Kankurou is starting to admit boredom. His siblings are off helping around in town, and though he tried to help, all he could do was pick a cat from a tree? Kankurou rolls his eyes at his own lazy lack of effort.
Glancing around, he eagerly looks for something to do, something to consume his time while he waits for the evening.
All three sand siblings were always told one thing as they were growing up- If you go looking for trouble, you surely will find it. And though Kankurou doesn't really MEAN to find trouble, just something to hide from boredom with, he sure as hell finds it. Because just as he is about to get up and wander throughout the village again, he spots something- something he really shouldn't see.
The women's bathhouse.
Set now on this new personal mission, Kankurou lifts himself off the ground and walks nonchalantly towards the small building. No one seems to see him as he edges towards the small wooden bars and peeks in.
Oh, what a glorious sight- such beautiful girls, clad in nothing but their flawless, silky skin and bubbles, and so much laughter... If it weren't for their disgusting personalities, Kankurou knows he would decide to persue one of them, in the end. But now he doesn't think of that. He simply watches them as they soak their supposedly aching limbs in the hot water, occasionally standing up to step closer to a friend or floating across to feel the tiny waves fall over their necks and arms and every downwards curve of their bodies...
"Uh- whaaa?" Most girls inside the house look up at the sudden noise, and Kankurou is lucky enough not to have been seen- however, his luck is less available as he discovers the reason he's now on the ground...
Standing above him, a long, white-haired over-aged ninja clutches a tightly rolled newspaper and wears an expression of irritation. Dumbfounded, he stares back at the man who'd hit him on the back of the head.
Suddenly grinning, the incoming man waves to the girls inside- "It's okay, I've caught the peeker!" The screams of PERVERT! and PEEPING-TOM! from inside call out otherwise.
"You're not much of a hero," Kankurou mumbles, trying to get to his feet, but the old man hits him back down.
"You keep quiet," he orders. "You know, there's more to do than peek at girls! The village needs plenty of help, and you're here indulging in the art of feminely beauty? You should be ashamed."
His brows furrow. "Are you kidding me? Man, you're one to talk. You gonna try and tell me you're here to 'save the day' when you're just looking for an eyefull as well?"
He is hit again. "Enough!" The man cries. "Get off your feet, and we'll talk about this on the way."
Not bothering to question why he should even listen to the man, Kankurou finally makes it off the ground and rubs the back of his head. The man turns and starts to walk off, with him soon following. "I was doing research," the man defends himself, half-mumbling. Kankurou rolls his eyes but says nothing, only watches his feet move below him.
What an awkward situation I'm in, he thinks.