Chapter 3 the surprise!
Come on. His file has to be here somewhere! I know because I have to file everything!
By now I was pulling my hair out. I had been looking for a few hours. I had gone through every drawer and cabinet there was! Ken-maru's file was now where to be found.
"Mother freaking ass! Kami shicksho! Where the asana could that fucking file is!!" I screamed out of frustration. I began to growl because that file was pissing me off! I pounded onto the wall and nearly fell.
"Your in early, Amaya. I thought I gave you the day off." Gaara's voice chimed. I turned around and Gaara was leaning against my desk. He had a usual grin on his face. I slide down the ladder and walked to him. "You left the door open. Morning." He said.
"Hi. What time is it and how long were you standing there?" I asked, yawning.
"It's six a.m. and I've been here since you started swearing a few minutes ago."
"Great." I said sarcastically. I had gotten no sleep once again. "Time to go to…-!" I began but was cut off.
"Bed."
"What?" I asked.
"I had given you the day off because of the occasion."
"What occasion!!" I asked.
He raised his non-existent eyebrow, like saying 'are you on anything you shouldn't be?'
I ignored his expression and sat down at my desk. I leaned back and closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes hours later. I sat up and realized I was in my bed in my room.
"How did I end up here?" I asked the walls. I knew I wasn't going to get an answer. I swung my blankets off me jumped out of bed and walked down the stairs.
The house was empty and silent. I didn't like silence but I hated emptiness more. Then a small buzzing sound came to my ears. I pushed the sound away
"Anyone here?" I yelled and my voice echoed. And shuddered.
"Hey, you're awake." A male voice came to my ears. I turned and saw Kankuro was at the table. He was carving something out of wood. "Good morning and happy birthday."
"Huh?" I managed. My birthday was October 31st and today was………October 31st. "I'm an idiot" I said, flatly and pointing it out.
Kankuro laughed. "You realize that now? Jeez Amaya-chan. You forgot your own birthday."
"It's not the first time." I laughed, remembering that first October away from Konoha. I shuddered at the thought. "So, where is everyone?"
"Gaara's at the tower and Temari's out doing things." Kankuro said. "And I'm babysitting you.
"Wonderful." I stated, heavy on the sarcasm.
"Hey, it's under orders of Gaara. Can't defy those."
"You use to rebel before." I reminded him, remembering a few months ago. He tried to leave, without Gaara knowing, so he can chase after Sasori. If all of you recall, he nearly died. Again, thanks to Sakura that Kankuro's alive.
"Hey, Gaara doesn't know about that and I'd like to keep it that way!"
"I'll gladly tell him."
"You wouldn't"
"I would." I countered. He knows I would and I will. "It's not my fault you're an idiot." I said, trying to keep from smiling. I loved pissing him off. But instead of the normal laughing back at me because I'm just as such of an idiot as him, he leaped toward me. I recovered from shock just in time to jump towards kitchen. I forgot the door was closed so I slammed into the wood door and slid across the white marble floor. My sliding stopped when my back slammed against the oak-wood cabinets.
"Kankuro!" I screamed. I looked back toward him and realized it wasn't Kankuro. I couldn't make out who it was because his long black hair surrounded his face. There were only 2 people I knew that had long black hair was Ken-maru and Orochimaru. Reacting fast and grabbing one of the thick, butcher knife on the counter above me, I lunged at the guy, knocking him over. I pinned him to the ground, his hair still covering his face.
I moved it away with the knife and revealed ken-maru.
"Surprise?" He said, giving me a shy smile. By now, the real Kankuro had rushed downstairs and helped me off Ken-maru.
"What the hell was going through your heads!?" I screamed at them both. "Ken-maru, you know how much I don't like surprises being sprung on me! Kankuro, Where were you?!" As you can tell, I wasn't exactly thrilled with them.
"I was making your birthday present, up-stairs, using a chainsaw. I didn't hear you wake up until I turned it off and you screamed my name. Sorry." Kankuro stated.
"Okay. Well, you have a good excuse." I said to Kankuro. Then I turned my attention to Ken-maru. "You, on other hand, don't! What the hell were you thinking?! I thought you were Orochimaru! God, don't do that!" I screeched, pointing the knife to his chest.
"I'm sorry but I wanted to surprise you! You turn 15 today!" He said, stepping toward me. He embraced me, making the knife in my hand clatter on the ground. But something was wrong with him. His scent was bitter, fishy and smoky, not like his sweet cologne. I spilled out of his arms. I can recognize that scent anywhere because it belonged to someone who taught me almost all of my tricks.
"Why do you smell like Orochimaru?" I asked, suspiciously. My nose and ears are incredibly sharp. I can identify anyone with their scent or the way they move (except Gaara. He's way to quiet for that).
He looked stunned. "It's me. You can see that, Amaya. I have no relation or way of communication to Orochimaru. Why would you accuse of such crime?" He asked.
"Amaya, you might be wrong." Kankuro whispered in my ear.
"I might. I might not be." I whispered back. Despite my suspicions, I apologized to Ken-maru.
"I'm tried again." I whispered to myself. The next thing I knew that it was several hours later and I was bed again.