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Aug. 28th, 2006 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tehluggageThis is what comes of viewing fanart at eleven-thirty pm. The plot tortoises bite. And don't. Let. Go. Ah well. I had fun with it
Stupid diplomatic missions. Stupid brother-as-Kazekage. Stupid Kankurou, for allowing himself to get sucked into doing Gaara yet another favor.
Why was he even being sent on these damn errands in the first place, anyway? Kankurou was no diplomat, and proud of it. Hell, he was as far from being a diplomat as Karasu was from turning into a real human. He knew that, Gaara knew that, everybody knew that.
And yet here he was, trudging gloomily along the path to Konoha. The gates weren’t all that far away, but the ANBU firmly discouraged visitors from tree jumping. They claimed it made them twitchy, and whether or not that was true, Kankurou didn’t really feel like finding out. He liked his organs where they were, thankyouverymuch.
Kankurou stopped. There had been an odd noise, one that didn’t quite blend in with the forest sounds all around him. Of course, being from the desert, he wasn’t really entirely sure what was an odd noise and what wasn’t. If only he could see properly, instead of having these fucking trees everywhere…
With an inarticulate growl, Kankurou brushed the noise off and continued. Soon he’d be in the apartments Tsunade-sama had set apart for Suna visitors on official business. Then he could relax, wipe off the paint and prepare for-
He whirled. That was no normal foresty sound. He didn’t know much about the woods, but he knew enough to pay attention when the birds started swirling above the trees. Something was coming.
Warily, he turned around and kept walking. This time, however, he was keeping a close eye (metaphorically speaking) on his surroundings. Oddly, after using chakra-enhanced senses to scan the forest, and checking for any hostile auras, he found nothing. At least, nothing that wasn’t wild and part of the woods. Either his unknown pursuer was far more skilled at hiding auras than he was at detecting them, or it was just a big, dumb predator. If it was the first, Kankurou was better off being close to Konoha anyway. If it was that close, the ANBU had to have detected it by now, and there probably wasn’t much he could do.
Kankurou hoped it was a big dumb animal. It might give him a bit of fun before he had to go all respectable for Gaara.
Thinking about Gaara and his brother’s drastic, for-the-better change in personality distracted him just enough that he never heard the attack coming.
The whirlwind came out of nowhere, striking him square in the back, and sending him flying.
By the time Kankurou had gotten his bearings back, Inuzuka Kiba was planted firmly on top of him, and was smirking down at him. Akamaru was seated on the ground at Kankurou’s head, and from what he could see, was wearing a very doggy grin.
“Hiya, puppet-boy!” Kiba smirked. “Betcha didn’t sense THAT one comin’, didja?”
Kankurou counted to ten, twenty, and then thirty. It didn’t help.
“Get the FUCK off me, Inuzuka!”
Comments and whatnot greatly appreciated, as always.
Stupid diplomatic missions. Stupid brother-as-Kazekage. Stupid Kankurou, for allowing himself to get sucked into doing Gaara yet another favor.
Why was he even being sent on these damn errands in the first place, anyway? Kankurou was no diplomat, and proud of it. Hell, he was as far from being a diplomat as Karasu was from turning into a real human. He knew that, Gaara knew that, everybody knew that.
And yet here he was, trudging gloomily along the path to Konoha. The gates weren’t all that far away, but the ANBU firmly discouraged visitors from tree jumping. They claimed it made them twitchy, and whether or not that was true, Kankurou didn’t really feel like finding out. He liked his organs where they were, thankyouverymuch.
Kankurou stopped. There had been an odd noise, one that didn’t quite blend in with the forest sounds all around him. Of course, being from the desert, he wasn’t really entirely sure what was an odd noise and what wasn’t. If only he could see properly, instead of having these fucking trees everywhere…
With an inarticulate growl, Kankurou brushed the noise off and continued. Soon he’d be in the apartments Tsunade-sama had set apart for Suna visitors on official business. Then he could relax, wipe off the paint and prepare for-
He whirled. That was no normal foresty sound. He didn’t know much about the woods, but he knew enough to pay attention when the birds started swirling above the trees. Something was coming.
Warily, he turned around and kept walking. This time, however, he was keeping a close eye (metaphorically speaking) on his surroundings. Oddly, after using chakra-enhanced senses to scan the forest, and checking for any hostile auras, he found nothing. At least, nothing that wasn’t wild and part of the woods. Either his unknown pursuer was far more skilled at hiding auras than he was at detecting them, or it was just a big, dumb predator. If it was the first, Kankurou was better off being close to Konoha anyway. If it was that close, the ANBU had to have detected it by now, and there probably wasn’t much he could do.
Kankurou hoped it was a big dumb animal. It might give him a bit of fun before he had to go all respectable for Gaara.
Thinking about Gaara and his brother’s drastic, for-the-better change in personality distracted him just enough that he never heard the attack coming.
The whirlwind came out of nowhere, striking him square in the back, and sending him flying.
By the time Kankurou had gotten his bearings back, Inuzuka Kiba was planted firmly on top of him, and was smirking down at him. Akamaru was seated on the ground at Kankurou’s head, and from what he could see, was wearing a very doggy grin.
“Hiya, puppet-boy!” Kiba smirked. “Betcha didn’t sense THAT one comin’, didja?”
Kankurou counted to ten, twenty, and then thirty. It didn’t help.
“Get the FUCK off me, Inuzuka!”
Comments and whatnot greatly appreciated, as always.
