Four

I swear the idiot has equal to the supposed recovery rate of the AA.

He's up, bouncing around and bothering me in two days flat. Ridiculously healthy. A fluffy-blond-ball of hyperactive energy who resumed dashing about, eating us out of house and home and proceeding to thrash me at every game I owned for good measure. Thoroughly.

It's the trial tomorrow.

I wonder if he's forgotten.

I don't see how he could. It's written on a sticky note taped to the front of our shiny Smeg Fridge with a little Shuriken-shaped magnet.

We have a whole set of those magnets as Itachi sent them to us in the post while he was spending his gap year in Japan. I swear he only bought them so he could throw them at me when he got home.

Stupid brothers.

I pour Naruto an orange juice, and thrust it into his hand as he careers past with a stapler.

Why's he got a stapler?

I shrug it off and forget all about it, pouring my own glass and procuring a Jammie Dodger from the biscuit tin. I lean against the counter to slurp at my drink and watch a blur of blond whizz passed the doorway, blue eyes flashing a glance at me. It's like he's up to something. Suspicious. I shake my head and apply myself to munching my biscuit. I turn around to reach for another.

There's a loud clicking noise and I freeze up. A clicking noise... like a gun being loaded. My breath catches in my throat, I suddenly can't breathe. Someone's got a gun. There behind me. I can't breathe. How did they get in? Who was it? Naruto? Naruto's in danger! The sudden sharp snap of the trigger being pulled reverberates in the air. I whirl around, breath stuttering...

And a staple hits me in the nose.

Naruto stands there. Brandishing the stapler. Grinning like a mad man.

"I... I.. ur...Ow!" I find my voice above a roaring in my ears and gape lamely at him. His grin widens. Pulling myself together, I attempt to stuperfy him with my best glare... and fair miserably as he merely cackles like a man mad and leaps around, firing off staples. "Ow!" One ricochets off my cheek "Owww! Naruto! Stop it! You little..." I grab a roll of celotape off the counter and proceed to chase him round the house with it, trying to tape his dam mouth up.

That'll serve him right for laughing. I smile fondly despite myself to see my prisoner trying to pull celotape out his hair.

"Sasuke! I'll get you for that!"

Ping. Ping. Ping.

Staples left, right and centre, then...

Click.

He stares horrified at the staplegun in his hand.

He's out of stapes.

Naruto proudly declares that my grin at this news is evil enough to scare off a horde of Tibetan Yeti's with pickaxes.

Idiot.

I raise the celotape menacingly.

I so win.

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A.N: Sheesh, I've had this written since New Year... *facepalm* ... Sorry it's so short, got a one more to upload though

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*Avoids readers with large pointy sticks who are trying to stab Lenle for her sheer laziness*

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