FF: -stares at screen drooling- What is this place?
YFF: Remember? You used to write on here a few years ago.
FF: Did I?
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue. I own nothing, so you can't sue.
Warning: EXTREME OOCness! SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN TO LOWER YOUR IQ!
Gaara stared at the haiku on the note pad he was writing in before grabbing the paper and crumbling it in his hand. He moodily threw it across the room before crossing his arms and brooding for a moment or so. Yes, Gaara was in fact in a foul mood. Why? Well, because the great Kazekage, the feared Demon of the Desert…couldn't write poems…at all.
With a sigh the red haired man picked up his pen again and scribbled down a few more lines. He read them over a few times before growling and again crumbling up the piece of paper before it joined the others on the floor across the room. Why couldn't he do it? Writing poetry should be easy! After all, Gaara had excelled in every challenge given to him…so why couldn't he just write a poem?
"Gaara," a voice said from the other side of the door. Gaara knew it was Temari, only she would dare to disturb him in his room. "Gaara, you've got paperwork to – "
"I'm busy," Gaara replied dully as he scribbled a few more lines down on the paper. Temari opened the door to see the paper littered floor and her youngest brother working diligently on a piece of paper.
"Watcha doing?" Temari asked as she walked over to Gaara. She attempted to peer over his shoulder, however a wall of sand blocked her view.
"Mind your own business," Gaara snarled, covering his notepad with his arms so his nosy older sister wouldn't be able to see it.
"Fine," Temari snapped back, turning her back to her brother and stalking out of the room. "See if I ever help you with your paperwork again!" However, one of the rather poorly crumpled notes on the floor caught her attention. Curiously, she picked it up and un crumpled it.
Gaara's keen ears picked up the paper and he spun around, knocking down his chair in the process and charging at Temari. If she read that…he was panic stricken. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he watched his sister read over the words, her mouth dropping open and her eyes widening.
Gaara snatched the paper back and glared at Temari who stood there dumbstruck. She looked at Gaara like he had grown another head, and Gaara's eyes narrowed and a look of pure hatred came across his face.
"Gaara…" she said, still in a daze. "You're…you're…you're in love!" She squealed in excitement, causing Kankuro to poke his head into the room.
"What's going on?" he asked as he looked to the glaring Gaara and the squealing Temari. Three out of the four voices in his head told him to walk away now.
"Gaara's in love! Gaara's in love!" Temari sang as she danced, causing Gaara's sand to swirl around his feet and his eye twitch. "Is my itty witty brother in lovey wovey? Oh…isn't that so cute…"
"Temari," Gaara growled, his eyes aflame with pure unadulterated anger.
"Temari, leave the kid alone, let me handle this." Kankuro said, motioning for Gaara to follow him. "After all, you're not sensitive about this kind of subject."
At that Temari's laughter doubled and she fell on the floor amidst the discarded poems, holding her sides. Kankuro rolled his eyes and ushered Gaara out the door, much to the younger brother's displeasure.
"I don't need your help," Gaara snarled, however Kankuro didn't listen as he lead Gaara into the village.
"Now…Gaara, there are three kinds of girls," Kankuro began as he stretched his arms above his head. "Now, a woman who'll kiss on the very first date is usually a hussy. And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out, is anything but fussy. Now a woman who'll wait for the third time around! HEAD IN THE CLOUDS! FEET ON THE GROUND! She's the girl he's glad he's found! She's his shipoopi!"
"What?" Gaara asked, staring at his brother as though he were on crack.
Kankuro jumped up onto a counter, nobody else seemed to care that Kankuro had suddenly broken out into a Broadway Musical in the middle of the street…they acted as though this happened a lot.
"Shipoopi! Shipoopi! Shipoopi!" Kankuro sang, doing almost a retarded chicken walk.
"The girl whose hard to get!" All the men, minus Gaara, sang out in rough voices.
"Shipoopi! Shipoopi! Shipoopi!" Kankuro continued, the men now joining in his ridiculous dance move.
"But you can't win her yet," all the females sang in a high pitched voice.
Kankuro jumped down from the stand and began to circle Gaara before heading towards a girl in a short skirt and walking around her as well.
"Walk around one just to raise the curtain! Walk around twice just to make for certain! Once more in the flower garden! She'll never get bored if you beg her pardon!" Kankuro sang walking around the girl three times as she giggled.
"Do, ra, mi, fa, so, la, si, do! Si, la, so, fa, mi, ra, do!" all the villagers sang out.
Kankuro twirled to another girl and wrapped her in his arms, causing the girl to giggle and blush.
"Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin'! If ya get a squeeze back then that's fancy cookin'! Once more for a pepper-upper! She'll never get sore on her way to supper!" Kankuro sang.
"What does supper have to do with any of this?" Gaara's eye was twitching uncontrollably by now.
"Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, si, do! Si do!" The villagers sang once more.
Kankuro twirled to another girl and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Now little ol' sal was a No-gal! As anyone could see, look at her now. She's a Go-Gal! Who only goes for me!" Kankuro grinned at the girl who blushed. "Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin'! If ya get a squeeze back then that's fancy cookin'! Once more for a pepper-upper! She'll never get sore on her way to supper!"
"Do re mi fa so la si do! Si do!" the villages had former a circle around Gaara now.
"Shipoopi! Shipoopi! Shipoopi!" Kankuro sang as everyone did the same retarded chicken step as before.
"THE GIRL WHOSE HARD TO GET!" all the villagers chorused in.
"Shipoopi! Shipoopi! Shipoopi!" Kankuro continued.
"BUT YOU CAN'T WIN HER YET!" the villagers continued.
"That's it! I'm out of here!" Gaara said, pushing his way to the edge of the crowd.
"YOU CAN'T WIN HER YEEETT!" Everyone sang, holding the last note as Gaara slipped away from the crazed villagers and towards a more secluded place.
FF: ) I'm back baby! Please R&R