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One thing Quinn new, the first part of fitting in was looking the part. If you looked normal people would look right over your quirky behavior. But you weren't going to look right over these guys, not in a million years.
"Okay, we're going to fix you guys up today. So we're all going shopping for new clothes."
"What?!" All the ninja yelled in Quinn's face. So maybe telling a bunch of ninja they had to go shopping wasn't something you did over breakfast.
"I'm gonna give you a list so when we go shopping you know exactly what you're supposed to be getting." Quinn announced. She decided she was going to be organized at the very least. Taking a bunch of ninja shopping was going to be chaotic and not the cool TV show with monsters kind. "Who wants to go first?"
No one? Quinn wasn't surprised.
"Okay then, how about you? Not you! You with the um...squash on your back," Quinn said picking out the first distinctive feature she saw.
The redhead kid glared at Quinn, but sullenly followed her back to her room. She thought she could remember Kakashi saying his teammates were his older siblings or something.
"So what's your name?" she asked.
"Gaara."
"Why don't you take off that big gourd, what's in there anyway?"
"Sand."
Quinn groaned internally. Ninja certainly weren't the...most understandable people.
"Take it off then."
Gaara glared at her, but reluctantly obeyed laying the giant squash down on her bed. When he wasn't looking she tried to pick it up. It weighed a ton! how did he carry that around?
"Okay, what's with the eyepaint?" Quinn asked. She licked her finger and tried to smudge some of it away.
Gaara snarled and pushed her away. "It's not paint, you can't rub it off so stop licking me!"
"Well what is it then?"
"Just marks, they don't come off."
"I see. " Quinn leaned against her bed with a finger on her lips, thinking. How do you erase 'marks' that you were just, what, born with?
Quinn dashed to her bathroom on a streak of genius and came back with her makeup. She pulled out some foundation and swiped it across Gaara's eyelids. Just before he pulled his head back.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Just covering up your marks." Quinn stood back with her hands on her hips to admire the affect. Gaara covered his face with his hand.
"No, no, you look normal," Quinn said trying to push his hand away. "It looks good. Hang on a second, do you have pupils? Or eyebrows? How do you see without pupils? Ya think maybe if you got more sleep you wouldn't those raccoon-eye marks?"
Quinn licked her finger and tried to rub of the red character on Gaara's forehead. "Is this a mark too?"
"No! it's a tattoo it doesn't come off either!" Gaara screeched.
"Who let you get a tattoo when you were what? Fifteen?"
Gaara didn't answer. Quinn felt something tickle her ankle she looked down, there was sand all around her feet. She looked behind her. There was a wall of sand behind her! She watched frozen as it closed in trying to surround her. She felt it slither up her legs and she jumped into the air shrieking. The sand closed in faster.
"Sand coffin."
"He-" her voice caught in her throat. The sand was closing in. It parted and she could see Gaara grinning like a maniac, he was controlling the sand somehow!
She jumped through the gap and grabbed him, pinning his arms down, before just as he tried to slip out the door. The sand tried to slip around her and she pressed her face against his back before it could get in her mouth.
The sand pressed around them trying to find a way around Gaara to get to Quinn, then stopped.
She shivered, it felt like the sand was still snaking through her hair and brushing against her skin.
Quinn looked up, Gaara was staring at her with is eyes bugging out of his head. Was it the fact that his marks were covered up that made him look like that? Quinn realized she was holding onto him so hard it was cutting off the circulation in her arms was getting cut off.
"Can you breathe?" she asked. Gaara nodded still staring with his mouth open. "Good, because I want you to be nice and consious while I YELL AT YOU FOR SCARING ME TO DEATH AND TRYING TO KILL ME!" Quinn screamed as her near heart attack state turned into anger. "What is wrong with you? I'm doing exactly what your sensei told me to do and your trying to freaking off me! What's your problem? Are you mental? Do you have issues? All I know is, I'm not staying anywhere by myself with you again! Got that? I'd trust a stalker more then I trust you and you live in my freaking house! Anything you'd like to say for yourself?"
"You survived my sand coffin. No one has done that before except Lee." He seemed a little shell-shocked to Quinn, maybe her lecture had hit home. "You should be dead." Maybe not.
"Oh is that it?" Quinn flicked his forehead. Gaara jerked his head back. "Well you should be sorry, but I guess we're both having adverse reactions to that you freaking weirdo!"
Quinn suddenly realized that she was still holding onto Gaara, really tightly. She let go of him pushing him away.
"Now get out of here I don't care if you look like an idiot for the rest of your life, you are getting no more help from me!"
Gaara just stood there like an idiot staring at her.
"Get out of here!" She shoved Gaara through the doorway.
When he left she locked the door behind her and went back to the living room. The ninja were watching the discovery channel and Kakashi was reading. Quinn was starting to think that's all he ever did.
"Who's strong and feels like helping me move something?" Silence. "Okay, um, you there with the dog, you can help. I want you to help me dump Gaara's sand in the sandbox out back. He tried to give me a sand burial and for safety's sake I just want to get rid of the temptation. "
Suddenly Quinn had everyone's eyes.
"Gaara tried to….and you didn't get….how?" the guy that looked like he fell asleep on a blackberry pie asked in disbelief.
What were these guys so worked up about? It hadn't been that difficult, it had been more of an instinct actually. If the sand wasn't going to attack Gaara she just had to get so close that the sand couldn't work between them. Uncomfortable? Yes. Better then death? You bet!
Quinn decided she would put on a tough face to impress these guys.
"Yeah, it wasn't that hard." She shrugged and some of the ninja's mouths actually fell open. "He's such a push over, I mean he's such a psycho after all. Half gone and half going." Quinn forced a laugh and spun her finger at the side of her head. She turned to leave and motioned for the dog-kid to follow her.
She started back to her bedroom and saw Gaara. He had been standing in the hallway listening the whole time. Quinn felt sorry as soon as she saw his face. For someone who had been trying to kill her he looked like a sad little kid and it made Quinn feel like a bully.
Doggie guy slammed into her because she'd stopped so abruptly and Gaara quickly turned down the hallway and disappeared.
"What was that all about?" he demanded.
"I'm not really sure," Quinn said faintly.