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The Adventures of Kankuro: Bop It; Ch.2 |
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“Spin it! Twist it! Pull it! Spin it! Bop it!”
Kankuro followed the instructions that the game gave him, dancing around his room while doing so. Once the Bop It said what to do, he repeated it like a sing-along, did it, and danced all the while. IT was one of his favorite things to do. Play Bop It Extreme 2. And he was doing very well this go-round. He hadn’t messed up yet, which was saying something, as he had been doing it for almost half an hour straight. Some people said that he had no life; others, no friends. But he thought that… well, he didn’t really think anything about it, because no one told him.
“Pass it!”
He stared at it. “Pass it? What?” He examined it for another switch or button, but was unable to find any.
“Pass it!” The toy repeated, causing Kankuro to begin to spiral into a frenzy.
“How am I supposed to pass it?! I’m playing by myself!” Then the pieces clicked together. “Pass it…” He danced over to the stairs, stopping his dancing long enough to run up the steps, and then continued dancing, looking around the house.
“Temari? Gaara? Somebody, anybody?!” He shouted, dancing in a circle through the kitchen. “Errr…. Somebody?” No one answered. “Gaara-san? Where are you? Temari?” Then, he got a mental picture of the Shukaku playing with the Bop It. This frightened him, as he pictured the raccoon creature destroying it, so he threw it into the living room, and the toy commanded, “Bop it!”, when it slammed against the coffee table, being ‘bopped’. No Gaara or Temari there.
“Twist it!” Kankuro obeyed the Bop It, twisting it. As the Bop It said what to do, he obeyed, but still searched frantically for someone to ‘pass’ to.
Up the stairs and into the hallway where Gaara and Temari’s rooms were. Opening the door to his sister’s room, he quickly shut the door as a really big shoe was thrown at him; she had been changing.
“Whoops.”
Then, coming to another door, he paused, his hand on the doorknob. ‘Gaara’s room… Maybe not,’ Kankuro thought running back down the hall.
He wasn’t bothering dancing around the house anymore. The Bop It had been commanding him to “Pass it” more and more often, and he was beginning to become frightened. This was urgent; it was no dancing matter.
He ran to the dining room. No luck there.
It was now time for the last resort. Gaara’s room. As he padded to his younger brother’s room, he gulped. Did he want to risk the wrath of Gaara to appease the just-as-scary wrath of the Bop It? It was a very hard decision. The Bop It or his brother?
Kicking open the door, he flung the toy as hard as he could at the bed. It bounced once, and then fell off of the mattress. Gaara wasn’t there. “Then, where is he?” Kankuro asked, running into his room and picking up his toy.
Quite dejected, he slunk back into the kitchen, looking at his feet. Taking the chance to look up, ignoring the “pass it” from the Bop It to look for his stairs, he froze. “Gaara!” He shouted, overjoyed.
Gaara looked up from the strawberry Pop Tart he had been eating to stare vacantly at his older brother.
“Quick! I have to pass it to someone!” Kankuro yelled, chucking the Bop It at Gaara, where it bounced off of the side of his head.
Gaara blinked at him, looking down at his feet, where the toy had landed, still talking. “The hell?” He asked quietly, leaning over to pick it up. “Twist it!” The Bop It commanded him. Gaara didn’t take kindly to commands. “No.” He promptly snapped it in half, then, glancing at Kankuro, threw the pieces at him.
The Bop It was silenced forever.
Kankuro looked at it, blinking twice. “Bop It!” He cried, dropping dramatically to his knees on the floor, hugging the pieces to his chest. “Why? Silenced in your youth… Why?!” He began to sob brokenly, watched by a disgusted Gaara.
“You sicken me,” Gaara hissed, as he walked to his brother, kicking him in the ribs. “Get up and shut up.”
Kankuro, the toy still in his hands, crawled to the back door, where he stood. Opening the door and walking outside, the teen picked up a hand shovel that had been left outside from planting the flowers by Temari, and began to dig a hole.
When he finished, he flung the shovel aside, reverently placing the Bop It in the hole and scooping the dirt back over it. “I’ll never forget you....” He murmured; standing sadly, shuffling back into the house, where he went down to his room and promptly forgot about it.
[[Kankuro]] · Thu Jan 18, 2007 @ 09:55pm · 0 Comments |
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