Chapter Thirteen
Pint-sized Alarm Clock
It was six AM, and Itachi walked out of his room and downstairs in hopes of breakfast. Hinata and Gaara were already up and cooking and they looked up as he entered.
"Good morning Hinata, Gaara."
"Same to you, Itachi." Hinata said. Gaara nodded in agreement, still kneading his bread dough. Hinata continued to roll out her pie crust.
"You have your choice of tea, coffee, milk or juice. Help yourself, I'll begin breakfast soon, I just need to get these pies in the oven.
"Anything I can do?"
"Yes, please help Gaara with the bread dough; we need to get it rising."
"Okay." He got up, washed his hands, and joined Gaara, who gave him a portion of his bread dough from the large bowl beside him. They kneaded the loaves of bread dough peacefully for a while, and then went over to put them in the warming ovens to rise. Chouji and Tenten came down and helped Hinata fill the pies and put them in the oven. Hinata then went over to the stove and heated up a skillet, sprayed it with cooking spray, and began to cook scrambled eggs.
"Hinata, those two bums aren't up yet! Can I go get them?"
"Okay, Gaara, be nice." Hinata said with a giggle.
"Careful Gaara, Kisame can be a little cranky in the morning." Itachi warned him as he zipped out of the kitchen.
Shikamaru was having a very good sleep, snuggled under the covers. He failed to notice the pair of sinister green eyes looming over him. The wicked creature leapt on top of him, cackling evilly.
"Up and at 'em, lazy bum!" Shikamaru jumped a mile in the air, and scowled at him.
"You little snot, I was sleeping good!"
"Yeah, yeah, Hinata's cooking breakfast, so get going!"
"Alright, alright! I'm going! Sheesh, you'd think a guy could get a decent night's sleep." Gaara tsked and rolled his eyes as he walked out the door.
Kisame was sprawled out on top of his bed, snoring loudly. Gaara's eyes widened as he entered, he had never heard such a racket coming from one guy before! He cautiously maneuvered his sand tendrils into position; grasping the blanket that the ninja was sleeping on at the corners. You couldn't discern much about the fabric other than it was brown; Kisame simply covered too much.
The blanket was jerked upright suddenly and yanked into a bundle around Kisame. He bellowed in rage and surprise; letting loose a stream of foul and inventive curse words. Gaara cackled like a maniac and made his sand drag Kisame to the bathroom and dump him in the shower. Icy water came pouring down on the hapless man, causing him to splutter angrily and bellow some more. Gaara giggled wildly as he ran downstairs. He loved waking lazy bums up.