A quick Kankurou!
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
xxx — misunderstood
Kagome tilted her head to the side. "You want me to do your makeup?"
"It's not makeup," countered Kankurou vehemently as he glowered at his elder sibling's friend. "It's an ancient method of showing tribute to the progenitors that—"
She waved him off with her hand, interjecting, "All right, all right, enough of the history lesson, onegai."
"The more you hang out with my sister, the more you're becoming just like her…" Kankurou grumbled, his expression dry.
"Ne, be nice," the young woman quipped, sticking her tongue out at him. "Since Temari-chan won't be in Suna for the next several weeks, I'm the one that decides how your makeup is going to turn out every morning."
Kankurou closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the influx of an oncoming migraine.
Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.
—Mark Twain
Author's Note: Though the reviews have died down by a tremendous amount, I'm glad that there's a hefty number of you following Reverie on a consistent basis, haa.