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Post by harakiriumi on Dec 21, 2007 15:24:30 GMT -5
Umi was almost roaring by this time, and whispers of 'Don't go near her, she's cursed', and 'Waah! She's scaring me!' came around her, as a dark aura surrounded her. "Fuju! Off! Now!" Fuju, who was happily bugging Gaara, stuck his toungue out, and, lo and behold, grabbed Temari's arm, stared at her for about three seconds with a slightly cross and adorable expression, and then...Bit her. He really sunk his teeth into her. What was he, six? He looked that way now. An Elementary school kid.
About the biting, however...Umi couldn't believe it. The old woman passing by couldn't believe it. No one could. It was unbeliavable, that's why. Finally releasing her from his mouh, he looked up snootily, and whacked Gaara on the head.
"I would like a cookie, NiiSan. You'll have to boy me one, since Umi-NeeChan is poor." Umi jumped as Fuju said that, and grabbed a leek, waving it at him.
"That's only becuase you stole half my money and bought sweets for it!" Fuju buried his face in Gaara's back, and fake cried.
"Waaah! The crazy woman is bieng scary!"
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Post by Sabaku no Gaara on Dec 21, 2007 15:31:39 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" If Gaara's bemused expression was anything to go by, he could say he liked this kid. But Gaara mostly felt confused and unsure of what the hell was going on.
"Umi-neechan's poor!" Fuju insisted once more, and started to cling to his shin...again.
DISTRACT HIM BEFORE HE...
Oh shit.
...something stupid...
"Waaah! The crazy woman is being scary!" He cried out in alarm and hid desperately behind him.
Gaara 'sweatdropped'. All this and he still hadn't managed to buy any clothing.
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Post by Sabaku no Temari on Jan 8, 2008 15:39:33 GMT -5
What exactly did I do to this kid? Nothing but just stand there and then he bites me... and hard too!
With her teeth grazing each other with such a scraping sound, Temari tried her best to grin as nicely as she could without frightening poor Fuju. If she remembered, when she smiled towards little kids when she was pissed... it would leave them somewhat scarred for the rest of their childhood just remembering how scary she could be.
Cracking open her eyes, the blonde looked around at her surroundings, both young and old were staring dinner plates towards her arm. Was it really that bad?
...Temari wasn't even sure herself if she wanted to even look at it...
"...W-well, why don't w-we get going right about now. T-there's a sweet shoppe just right a-around the corner, I'll buy your little brother something, Umi-chan" sighing softly as she rubbed her wounded arm, it hurt like hell for some reason.
Eyes gliding towards Fuju with such a movement, she once again smiled towards him before croutching down and handing the kid one of the cookies she had stored away for this trip.
Whispering in his ear, she added an extra one to the batch before moving away and standing back in place. "Now here you go~ Enjoy these before we get to the actual sweet shoppe... I'll make sure that you're not disappointed okay?"
Running fingers through her hair, Temari's opposite hand locked upon the arm in which was now throbbing somewhat wildly. "And there's a clothing store that I think is just right for you right over there too, Gaa-chan~"
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Post by Yamanaka Ino on Jan 8, 2008 16:30:47 GMT -5
Ino sighed when Sakura left them for a little while. But she would be back later right. So there was nothing to worry about. She sighed again, before she turned to face the rest of the group.
She was getting scared of the little kid though. He was extremely wild and she didn't want to have the same fate as Temari. So she tried to stay at a safe distance from the little kid.
"Let's go everyone. I'm sure we can find Gaara-chan some cute clothes. He'll just put the clothes we pink on, and then we decide if they're good or not. He'll be like our big doll." She said laughing soflty.
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Post by Sabaku no Gaara on Jan 8, 2008 17:27:43 GMT -5
"I am not a doll!" Gaara replied indignantly, walking into the shop that Temari indicated. He felt uncomfortable in it, as all the guys who were wandering around the racks of clothing looked like they knew what they were doing.
...and they didn't have a kid and a load of girls with them.
The red head suddenly felt alienated.
And now his older sister and her friends were going to dress him up, like he was some kind of cheap, plastic dummy. At the end of the day, all he wanted were the clothes, wasn't it? He didn't really care how much they cost or what they looked like, as long as he managed to update his wardrobe.
He just hoped there wouldn't be anything too riduculously expensive that he had to buy.
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Post by harakiriumi on Jan 18, 2008 17:54:54 GMT -5
"Uwaaaah!" Umi had once more tried to bribe him off Gaara, after the whole bitey bitey Temari incident and then the cookie thing. "I dun wanna! I wanna see NiiSan in a pink dress!" Umi sighed, and coughed, slightly embarrassed, trying to recall wether Fuju had had his rabies shot or not. Temari's arm was looking a bit off colour again. Suddenly dropping her bags, she rushed over to some black polo neck, and appeared behind Gaara, checking his shirt for his size.
"Yup! I got the right one! Temari, how long has this shop been here? I've never seen it before, and they've got lovely clothes!" You could see Umi dreaming herself away, actually affording buying a whole new wardrobe from here. Oh well, she'd have to live out her dream by dressing up Gaara instead. "You are a doll! You're a russian porcelain one!" She insisted this, and furrowed her brow, looking a bit angry at his refusal, forgetting about the rabid Fuju, who was declaring to the whole world that 'Umi-NeeChan' was a poor slave girl.
Charming kid.
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Post by Haruno Sakura on Jan 19, 2008 14:23:06 GMT -5
When she walked out of the first store, she wanted to smack herself because now she had no idea where the others were. With a pout, she stood holding her mini-bags full of accessories, analyzing each store. With all those choices, it looks like she would have to go her own way and hopefully find them by chance...
I am NOT a doll!
...Or not.
A few people bustling around threw strange looks towards the store and Sakura couldn't blame them. Taking a moment to trasfer the small bags to one hand, she brushed back her pink locks and headed inside. Immedietly she spotted the funny sight of Gaara and Fuji, with the others picking outfits for their new figurine. Temari must be happy to be the aggressor for once, usually it would be her as the Suna Figurine subject to such misery.
"I'm back." She announced her arrival lest they not notice her. Her eyes were drawn to the little boy who was insisting Gaara be dressed in a pink dress, and her mouth twitched into a smirk to keep from laughing. She handed Umi her bags for a moment, and then walked up to Fuji.
Her hand snaked to his cute little face, and she grabbed his cheeks in a way that gave him quite the fish-face. Her could try squirming or biting, but you'd be surprised how easily Sakura managed to keep her hold.
Gently, she turned her head so that he may look at her, her face filled with mischeif. "You like pink dresses? Maybe we should dress you up like a doll, and sell you away to little girls your age, would you like that?" Using her hold, she forced his head to bob up and down micking a 'yes'. "I'm sure you'd look very, very cute like that. Maybe your sister should ask the school to give you the girl's uniform too, since you seem to love doing things like that Ever. So. Much."
She accented her points with her sharp gaze, then let the boy go to get herself some shirts. "Ino-pig, Temari-chan, what do you think of this top? Too much?" She held up the shirt against herself, facing her two friends for their opinion.
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Post by Sabaku no Temari on Jan 19, 2008 22:16:16 GMT -5
This brat was going to need some sort of punishment sometime soon. Most likely a natural old whoopin' could do the trick for an annoyance like him... and Temari would just be utterly overjoyed if she was the one to give him this direct punishment.
...but she would keep that secret to herself...
"Hm... dressing the kid up like a doll? Well, I'm certain it would be better than forcing Gaa-chan into a pink dress". A smirk grazing her lips turning towards her peeved brother, it seemed he just wanted to get out of this "madhouse" moment as much as she wanted to earlier.
"Who knows? We might actually score some money if we dress Fuju up in a school uniform~". Whispering into the pinkhaired girl whilst pointing towards both Umi's little brother and the small rack of kindergarten girl uniforms. Just anyone close to Temari knew she enjoyed earning something off of just anything...
...she was her father's daughter!
Though her attention turned towards the shirts in which Sakura were 'modeling'. Placing a finger against her chin, the critique kicked in and Turquoise eyes glinted ever so swiftly. "All I've gots to say is the top suits you just right. Did you try it on or anything? But if it was moi..."
Her index finger gliding to the center of the top pointing to it's skeptical design. It wasn't much but it was something enough to get you at the point of awe. Well... not really.
Unless you were a fashion fanatic, then that would be when you start to freak out about the design, texture and anything else...
"I'd go for a fan design. But ya know me, I am the fan lover out of all of us~" Yet another smile grazed her lips before she turned over to Umi. "This place hasn't been here for awhile I know that. It used to be a small cultural shop and an even larger one connected... but business wasn't going so good for them"
A small yet overly dramatic tear forming to her eyes as the blonde remembered the place where she would shop for the best of "artifacts" that she used to decorate her bedroom with. "I really don't know that was possible though since they had the best of giant fans, kimonos, paper umbrellas, and food dishes! It was paradise~"
Once again Temari placed herself into a "fangirl" moment... but it was time for someone or something to knock her out of it already before something got out of hand....
SMACK!
...Yeah... Smacking herself lightly did the ticket...
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Post by Yamanaka Ino on Jan 20, 2008 8:41:26 GMT -5
Ino couldn't help but laugh seeing the little kid. She has always adored children and she knows that she wants to have some for herself later. Suddenly she thought of something though. If she would get together with a girl, wouldn't that mean that she couldn't have children. Her eyes widened slightly. That was indeed a problem.
Her attention was pulled towards the pink haired girl who came running. She looked the girl in the eyes and smiled. All of her worries were flushed away just by looking at her. It didn't matter. Ino just knew that it would all work out in the end. There were other ways to have children. And she was way too young to even think about this stuff. That would come later...much later.
She walked towards the two girls when Sakura held up the shirt. "Wow, it looks great. It's perfect for you, Sakura!" She wasn't lying. That shirt was perfect for Sakura, although Ino had to say that it was more daring than the pink haired girl's usual clothes. But what did she know? The girl had been gone for a long time. Maybe she had changed her clothing style completely.
She couldn't help but giggle when she noticed that Temari had once again gone in one of her fangirlish moments. It was always funny to see those. She was happy that the girl wacked herself or else she would have been the one to do it. "We know how much you love that stuff, Tema-chan. But that's good. That way we always know what to give you for your birthday." Ino said smiling, before looking around the mall.
"You know,seeing you with that shirt is making me want to buy some new clothes myself. And it's been such a long time since we've been shopping. We used to do it all the time when we were young. We were famous in most of the shops for trying out all the new stuff. I miss those times sometimes, even now." She said thinking back to the good times.
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Post by Sabaku no Gaara on Jan 22, 2008 13:23:53 GMT -5
Pink...dress? Gaara...in...a PINK...dress? Alarm bells were ringing, sirens--the really loud ones that you get on ambulances--were going off. He was just waiting for himself to black out. Or throw a hoodie over his head...it would have the same effect. PINK DRESS! As he was mentally angsting, people were ignoring his pained facial expressions and talking about a top. A top for Sakura.
Did no one love him anymore?
Ugh...
Ah well, at least the pink dress was forgotten. And he was no longer his sister's Barbie. That was okay, wasn't it? He grabbed a few jeans from the racks around him, not caring if they were in his size or not, and looked at Temari for the 'okay' and at her friends for their approval.
Catching a glimpse of some promising shirts in the far corner, he waited patiently for his sibling to voice her opinion.
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Post by harakiriumi on Jan 24, 2008 1:52:52 GMT -5
Fuju giggled and clapped his hands. "Yes! Fuju-Kun wants to be a little girl with NeeChan!" Umi who was struggling with the bags, her back to the point of breaking, she was probably going to get a permanent hunch, but...Has she turned into a slave girl? Maybe Fuju was right...But could Fuju, who was now following Sakura, a girls uniform in hand, be correct? It seemed so.
"Gaara..." Dragging to bags along the floor, Sakura's bags, however, made sure to be nice and clean, above the ground, she walked over to him, a feeling of pissed off-ness surrounding her. "Shall we look for clothes while the others..." What was it to say? "Hmm...Gossip and catch up on things? It was afterall why you came here, right?"
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Post by Sabaku no Temari on Jan 27, 2008 15:09:51 GMT -5
What was she doing?
With her thumb and index finger, Temari yanked at the bridge of her nose before turning back towards Gaara. This wasn't the exact time to be shopping with her friends, hell, she could do that anyday.
Though surprise overcame her when she saw that her certain redhead was staring at her with a question of approval in his eyes. Holding a pair of jeans in his possession, Temari nodded with a smile before finally having a lightbulb crash upon her head. "Hm, those look better than the ones I usually get you. So, is it the right size? If so, we should look for others of the same. You can never find any good jeans out there today"
She sighed, only to turn around and be greeted face to face with the little brat she's grown to know and yet not love. Her face faulted noticing the cookie lodged between his lips. "How could I let something like this shadow the mission I was supposed to be doing?"
She sighed, the tips of her fingers rubbing against her forehead. And now she was talking to herself, just waiting for some voice to start talking to her from the back of her head. What was it? Her sub-conscious or something?
"Sandy-neechan is bad! That's why!" Well by dumb luck, the kid actually said something to her after biting her in the arm. Though now she would have to deal with the nickname of 'Sandy'... it wasn't all that bad, was it?
Her eyes gazing upon the boy as she poked his forehead. How she hated to admit it but the kid actually had a point... what kind of sister was she being at the moment. Temari could remember clearly that she made a pinky-promise to Gaara that she would help him around with shopping... it was his downfall to be exact!
"You've got a point there, Fuju. Sandy has been a "bad" sister... and so you had better be prepared for another cookie for giving me this 'advice', ya hear?" a genuine smile crossed her features looking down towards the boy whom was now rubbing the spot upon his forehead.
Who knew you could learn something new from a little kid...?
Holsting her bag over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed remembering which store they now resided in. Eyes though darting towards the nearest clock, Temari licked her lips before she turned back to the two girls behind her. "I'll be back pretty soon~ Need to do some family shopping before we head somewhere else. And don't tell Gaa-chan"
And there she hurried pass the crowds of people. If her brother was in need to find a store in which possessed everything he needed --- she would find it. Who cared if Konoha's mall was a bit too much for her? The question which displayed in her mind was if she was too much for this mall.
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Post by Sabaku no Gaara on Feb 7, 2008 16:57:07 GMT -5
"Yeah..." He replied to Umi. He smiled at Temari's comment and moved the jeans to his arm. Today seemed to be a good day for him; even after the horror of the pink dress...he'd smiled a lot. Maybe buying clothes wasn't so bad after all.
But he was definitely never ever going to hear the phrase 'pink dress' again. It was just too mentally scarring. He might even have post-traumatic stress disorder...possibly SUICIDAL. Gaara quickly flushed that idea into the proverbial toilet; he would have noticed if he was suicidal. Seeing as he didn't even know what post-traumatic stress disorder was, it was highly unlikely that he had it.
Ugh.
Too early in the afternoon to be dealing with this.
He reached for the pocky packet in his jeans and gratefully chewed one end of the unfortunately chocolate stick, appearing to be deep in thought.
And Gaara smiled.
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