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The Adventure of Kankuro: DDR; Ch.3 Part 1 |
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"Hey guys!" Temari shouted down to Kankuro and Gaara, who were currently playing Halo2 on Kankuro's Xbox. "I have a new game for you to play!" She proudly displayed 2 mats for DDR, one in her left hand, and the other in the right. "Are you guys even listening to me?" She asked after a minute or two. "HELLO?"
"… what?" Kankuro poked his head into the staircase. "We're busy.." Gaara said bluntly, as he popped his head under Kankuro's, a few moments later.
Kankuro, who had been playing the game for nearly 42 hours, while in the solitude of his blackened room before Gaara came along, a few hours before, looked vacantly up the stairs at Temari with blood-shot eyes. "uhhhh hhhhhuuhhh…. oook…" He said to Temari, as he and Gaara turned back to their game.
She slowly made her way down the stairs, in fear of tripping over Crow or Karasu, since the only light was coming from the side of the room (which was very dim), and beside that, it was pitch-black. She peeked out, when she got to the last step, to where the television sat on a black end table.
"I finally made it down the stairs, without falling on anything for once!" She exclaimed as she stood proudly, arms protruding up into the air, while still grasping the DDR mats. As she watched the mutilating graphics of the brain-melting game, she fell into a trance, all the while, staring at the vivid details of the bloody gore.
"Mmmmph…" Gaara grunted, as a grenade was thrown at him. All of a sudden, she snapped out of her trance when the DDR mat in her hand, slipped, and fell to the floor with a KA-CRAASH!!
Her eyes grew to the size of oranges, "EEEK!!!" screamed in surprise.
Kankuro looked over his shoulder slowly in disgust. "Temari..." He said squinting his eyes, " … U MADE ME DIE!" He jumped up, in a way Gaara and Temari thought he was not capable of, ripped the mat that had caused the commotion off the floor, and flung it against the wall in his rage of degrading defeatment.
Gaara stared at him, as if to say, 'What.. the.. hell.. are.. you.. doing?' and Temari glared at him from the floor from which she had fallen when he had jumped up so abruptly.
"Uh…" Kankuro stuttered, his fury suddenly gone thanks to the feeling of guilt. "Heh heh… sorry 'bout that, Temari!" He reached down to help her up, but she slapped his hand away and pushed herself up, followed by brushing herself off.
"I was just giving you another game because the Bop It broke." She nodded, and evil-eyed Gaara. "Buuuut... it seems u have this game to play with." She gestured at the television with the words: 'PLAYER ONE, DEFEATED' blinking in green across it.
She bent down, and picked up one of the mats with two fingers, as if it was some kind of bloody, dead animal that Gaara had killed.
Then she started to walk to the mat that Kankuro had whipped across the room that was leaning against the wall. "Wait!" Kankuro commanded, reaching for the mat, as if he was a baby reaching for his bottle.
Temari turned and replied, "Ok, here!" She said dramatically, chucking it into his arms thoughtlessly. He caught it in a heap, and stood there, vacantly, staring at the colorful, peculiar looking arrows.
She turned and walked up the stairs, and as she got to the third step, she said over her shoulder, "And if u break this game, I'm not gonna have any sympathy for you." When she got to the last step, she slammed the door as hard as she could and stomped up the stairs to her room.
Kankuro slowly turned around to face Gaara, who had watched the whole entire scene, without making a peep (which was a first, because usually he would get annoyed by them, and shut them up quickly and quietly). He was peacefully sitting on the rug, eyes closed, cross-legged, with the controller sitting in his lap, and a placid look on his face for once.
"And you think you have anger issues Gaara?!" Joked Kankuro. The 'joke' didn’t get through to Gaara, and so he replied with a, "hmph…" Opening one eye as he did so.
"Eh heh… heh…" Kankuro laughed nervously. "Ok, wanna try this game out? Im kinda tired of Halo2…" Kankuro said, as he slumped over from the fatige of heavy Halo2 playing, and no sleep for almost two days.
"…" Gaara said nothing. "OK!" Kankuro stalled, as he untangeled the colorful mass of arrows, cloth, and cords.
When he was finally finished plugging in the mats, and untangeling the cords, he fell heavily on his mattress, and draped his black and blue blanket around him. He looked lazily at Gaara and asked him, once again, "So, you gonna play or not?"
"I'll watch you first." He replied, staring at him with cat-eyes. "Ok, ok, ok…" Kankuro said as he walked over to the Xbox. He pressed the reset button, and confused about how to play, stepped on one of the arrows as a test, after it was done loading.
Gaara watched with disgusted intregment, as Kankuro started dancing away, after he got the hang of it after a few rounds.
"Wow! This is more fun than I imagined! Come try it Gaara!" Kankuro laughed from his wild and crazy dancing, but not as crazy as he was with the Bop It. "Heh, ok." He muttered back, as he stalked over and stood, arms crossed, in the middle of the mat.
Kankuro then put it on two player, and began into a feet-frenzy dancing craze as he put it on heavy, while Gaara sand-slapped the mat with his unique way of what he called, 'dancing'. Kankuro gasped, "YOU CHEATER!! You can't use your sand as a way of dancing!"
"I can do what I want, where I want, when I want." He smirked back at him. Kankuro then dropped to the middle of his mat, cross-legged, and pouting. He scooted away from Gaara and the television, and sat there. Thinking.
After a few moments of drowning himself in his self-pity, he wondered about how he was going to find a way to beat Gaara. "What ARE you doing, Kankuro?" Gaara questioned.
"I'm thinking of a way I can kick your a**, without you kicking mine…" Kankuro said dramatically, still pouting at his younger sibling.
After a few minutes of sitting and pondering, suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, with a 'ping!'. Gaara gave up waiting for him to come back to rematch him, so he could regain his honor. He switched it back to a one player game, and after two rounds Kankuro stood up and walked to the stairs, where Crow rested. He picked him up gently, and layed the puppet over his shoulder; a mad-scientist look in his eye.
He smiled in a crazed-like way at Gaara and told him in a voice unlike his own, "Turn it to two player! I have a master plan to defeat you! Muwahahahahahahaha!!!" Gaara squinted in a challenging way when Kankuro told him that in his strange new found voice.
Gaara sneered in a blood lust, smiling anxiety, "Oh Really? Ok. come on, get over here!"
Gaara was unusually active that day. His normal day usually consisted of sitting on the couch, watching one of his favorite movies (or television shows similar to it): The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and many other movies that were bloody, for that matter, while eating strawberry, or any other, pop tarts, Dr.Pepper, and other delicious junk food that would calm Shukaku, besides blood.
Soon enough, Kankuro then positioned Crow, and begin his 'master' plan to defeat the blood-crazed creature that was slowly beginning to unveil itself deep in the depths of his younger brother's body, from the playing of the violent video game. "Heh, i'm gonna take you down, Gaara!" Kankuro said in a courageous way…
TO BE CONTINUED……
[[Kankuro]] · Thu Jan 18, 2007 @ 10:02pm · 0 Comments |
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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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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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