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The Advetures of Kankuro: The Bedsheets; Ch.1 |
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“Gaara! Go get Kankuro!” Temari poked her head into his room, hands on her hips. “Breakfast’s ready".
The boy in question glared at her from the safety of his bed, before swinging his legs over the edge with a grumble. “Fine. Just get out.” His sister obeyed, retreating to the kitchen, where she could wait for her two younger brothers.
Gaara stared momentarily at himself in the mirror before stalking out of his room and standing at the top of the stairs to the basement, not walking down them for fear of tripping on a random object that Kankuro might have left on them.
His brother’s room was extremely dark. It gave no hint of even windows, thanks to the black-out curtains that Kankuro had duck-taped over them in his search for complete darkness. The mattress sat in the corner, but was no longer just on the floor. Kankuro had been working on making it something to sit on, and was only half-finished. The sheets, of course, were black, and were currently in a pile on the floor.
Looking curiously at the jumble, Gaara called, “Kankuro, Temari says breakfast’s ready!” Something tried to reply, but was muted by, most likely, the bed sheets. He shook his head. “Kankuro, get up. I don’t want to be late because of you.”
The sheets rolled around on the ground, but only succeeded in rolling under the bed. “Mph!” They grunted, still muted.
“…” The red-haired boy arched a browless eyebrow at this, turning and walking away from the stairs. “I’ll tell her you’re… indisposed.”
Kankuro, who had, during the night, become tangled up in his sheets, struggled in them, growling. This was not the position he wanted to be in while waking up. He struggled to move his arms, but one was, as it seemed, tied above his head while the other was uncomfortably tied around his front. His wrists started aching as he realized he was face down on the ground, all of his weight resting on one arm. Frowning, he tried rolling onto his back, but only managed to pull the sheets tighter around him. That was very unpleasant. Wriggling his toes, he realized that his right leg was bent under, or, on top of him, as he was on his face, and the other was straight. Not to mention that he was under his bed.
What made it worse was that he could not only hear Gaara and Temari eating, but he could smell breakfast. His stomach grumbled at him, conveying his feelings accurately. ‘Hungry…’ He thought, pushing his hand that was over his head at the sheets. To his great surprise, it made it out of the sheet. Moving his free hand around, he felt it brush against something. He froze. ‘What’s that?’ He moved it back towards the object, shuddering as he felt it. It was… furry? And… squishy? Kankuro pulled his hand away in record time. ‘Eww! That’s just gross! What’s that supposed to be?’ A shudder passed through him.
He rolled the other way, managing to get out from under his bed, away from the furry and squishy object, and to loosen the bed sheets, all at the same time.
“I can breathe!” Kankuro shouted, extremely pleased at this new development. He continued rolling that way, feeling the sheets loosen more the further he rolled. Growing confident, he rolled faster, before hitting against the wall. The brick wall. “Ouch!” the teen yelled, before he noticed that his head was free. Cautiously, Kankuro put his hands on either side of his body, sitting up. When he sat up, nothing else happened. Still slowly and carefully, he stood up, but the sheets clung to him. With a shrug, he began to try and jump towards his stairs. Then, he began to recklessly jump up at the stairs, his legs still wrapped in the sheets. He landed on something; Crow. “Oh, crap!” He yelled as he fell back down the stairs, his puppet landing on him.
Gently moving Crow off of him, he sat back up again, pulling the sheets away from his legs. Succeeding, he stood up with a triumphant punch-the-air gesture. Free, he dressed, pulling his kitty-like hood on as he rumpled his hair in the mirror. Kabuki paint went on next, he grabbed Crow, and then he was ready. Taking the steps two at a time, Kankuro leapt up the stairs, hopping over the random objects that were in his way. Having managed to avoid stepping on anything (except for Crow the first time), Kankuro felt very proud of himself, but didn’t say anything out loud. Gaara might hear.
Striding purposefully into the kitchen, he looked at his siblings. “What’s for breakfast, Temari?” He asked, still feeling pleased with himself. That was when he decided to look around. The dishes were already put away, and Temari and Gaara were getting their things together.
“For you? Nothing. You decided to sleep in, instead of eating breakfast,” Temari said, arms crossed, glaring at him. “That’s your problem, not mine. Gaara told you to get up.”
Kankuro gaped at her, his mouth moving, but no words came out. “But… the… sheets…” He stuttered as his brother watched him impassively.
“I don’t care. Now, out! We’re going to be late!” His sister ordered, walking out the door, following Gaara. Silently, Kankuro followed them, readjusting Crow as he did so. ‘No breakfast because I was fighting my sheets? That’s really not fair…"
[[Kankuro]] · Thu Jan 18, 2007 @ 09:52pm · 0 Comments |
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