Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Camp Winthrop ❯ Day One: Battle ( Chapter 2 )

 

Girls Cabin

 

Ten-Ten was bored out of her mind. She would have fallen asleep, if not for the high-pitched squawking that presented itself in the form of Sakura and Ino. But then… If she had fallen asleep, then she would have been more like Shikamaru. And she didn't want to be like Shikamaru, thank-you-very-much. Although she wouldn't have minded being superbly smart, she wouldn't want to be lazy. Laziness simply wouldn't do! Especially now that they were at camp! Stupid Shikamaru… he was probably asleep.

 

“Hey, Temari?” Ten-Ten said to the ceiling.

 

“Yo?”

 

“We need to get out of here.”

 

“No kidding,” the scruffy haired girl stated. She was laying face-up on her own bed, her legs crossed, and her arms behind her head. She, too, was bored beyond all recognition. The teachers must have surely been crazy for leaving them alone in a bunk for almost four hours. What was she supposed to do for FOUR BLOODY HOURS? READ?

 

Temari scoffed at the mere thought. Temari did not read. She read when she was physically forced to, under pain of death or lunch detention. That didn't mean that she was a bad student… far from it. Temari was generally a well-mannered young woman, who always did her homework. It was just… Reading. Temari. Come on.

 

She deftly kicked the bunk above her, and sat up. “Come on, Tay. Ten-Ten. Let's go do something. I'm fed up with just laying here.” She swung her legs over the side of the bunk, and stepped down. “You come too, Hinata. We need you with us in case we decide to do something drastic.”

 

“Eh…?”

 

“Your innocence will set us free!”

 

“…EH?”

 

“Come on,” Ten-Ten said, before jumping down from her bunk, and landing hard on the ground. She brushed off her shoulders, and straightened her sweatshirt, then, ignoring the evil looks from Ino and Sakura, grabbed Hinata by the arm, and dragged her over to Temari.

 

“Come on, Tay!”

 

“Where are we going?”

 

“Who knows?” Temari said, shrugging. “But we're going. So let's go, hm?”

 

Tayuyu stared down at her for a moment, before shrugging.

 

“Oh, fuck it. Why not?” she said, climbing down from the bunk, and landing next to Temari. She tugged her beanie back onto her head, and nodded.

 

“Right! On to victory!” Ten-Ten exclaimed, pointing down the hall, towards the door.

 

“Stop being weird, Ten-Ten. You're scaring Hinata.”

 

“Ah, sorry.”

 

 

Boys Cabin

 

“…and then I'll rip out his BONES and then I'll mash them up just like mashed potatoes oh yeah love them mashed potatoes…”

 

“Naruto,” Gaara warned, clenching a fist. “Say one more word and I SWEAR you'll regret it.” Naruto was sitting up in his bunk, his head grazing the ceiling, rocking back and forth and muttering to himself his many plans to utterly demolish Sasuke. Sasuke himself was lying on his own bunk, which was, luckily for him, the bottom bunk. He pulled out his Walkman, and blasted up the volume as loud as it would go.

 

“Oh, now that can't be good for your ears, Brother dear,” Itachi stated plainly from across the hall. He was sitting cross-legged on his bunk, which was on the bottom, an open book laying across his lap. He could here the heavy metal from all the way over.

 

“Fuck off!” Sasuke growled, pressing his pillow down over his face.

 

“Yeah yeah them mashed potatoes love them mashed potatoes…”

 

Neji glanced down at Gaara, who, at the same time had looked up at Neji. They watched each other for a moment, before bursting out laughing.

 

“What's so funny?” Sasori asked, glancing up from his magazine.

 

“N-Nothing,” Gaara said, shaking his eyes. “Never mind.”

 

Sasori rolled his eyes. “Hey, Itachi, where's the other one?”

 

“Who? Oh,” Itachi frowned, “You mean Kisame?” He looked around. “I have no idea.”

 

“Probably went for a swim in the lake, yeah.”

 

“Deidara, why on Earth would Kisame go and swim in that algae-infested, disease-ridden puddle?”

 

“'Cuz he looks like a shark, yeah.”

 

“…True.”

 

Itachi looked over to Sasori. “You don't like the lake, Sasori?”

 

“No. I don't.”

 

“…Right.”

 

“I'M HUNGRY, DAMMIT! WHEN THEY GONNA SERVE US FOOD?” Naruto screamed suddenly, throwing himself back against his mattress.

 

“Shut up, Dead Last.”

 

“BITE MY ASS, UCHIHA!”

 

“I didn't know you liked that kind of thing,” Sasuke said dully, looking up at Naruto's bunk, attempting to hide his smirk.

 

“I… ER… YOU…!” Naruto blushed furiously, then fell silent.

 

Gaara and Neji laughed again.

 

Deidara raised a hidden eyebrow.

 

“What's so funny?” he asked.

 

“No, nothing, nothing,” Neji said, waving a hand through the air.

 

Deidara frowned. Some people were so confusing. He shook his head, and returned to his Playdough. He was making… SURPRISE! A bird! Deidara loved birds; they were so pretty and fun! He wondered if Sasori like birds. Probably not… but he DID like scorpions an awful lot… Deidara wasn't sure if he liked scorpions or not. They were interesting… but creepy looking. And they had big stingers. Deidara shuddered. He'd been stung by a wasp once before, and that had hurt like the dickens! Deidara didn't have much of a tolerance for pain, so it was probably a good thing he'd never been stung by a scorpion.

 

What was he doing again…? Oh! Right… the bird!

 

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“Ten oh-five… my life… is officially over,” Shikamaru moaned, letting his watch-covered wrist hit the pillow.

 

“OH, COME NOW, SHIKAMARU! LET YOUR YOUTHFUL ENERGY FLOW THROUGH YOUR VEINS!” Lee bellowed, striking an interesting martial arts pose.

 

“I'd rather not, thanks,” Shikamaru said, closing his eyes. He wanted to sleep, not let his youthful energy flow through his veins. That was not his department, no siree bob. And so, by the look of it, did Kimimaro, who was glaring dispassionately at Lee from beneath his pillow.

 

“Lee…” he hissed, his left eye twitching considerably.

 

“YES!”

 

“If I give you five dollars… will you be quite for a half hour?”

 

“NO AMOUNT OF MONEY CAN SILENCE YOUTH!”

 

“Will an amount of PAIN silence youth?”

 

“…Eh?”

“Run for your life, Lee!” Chouji exclaimed, his eyes wide.

 

“EEEEHHH?”

 

Kimimaro had already jumped up from his bunk, and lashed out at the fellow sophomore with his pillow. Said pillow was dark blue with little green snakes slithering across it. It slammed into Lee's head, causing his hair to stick up in the back.

 

“ACK! MY HAIR! NOOOO!” Lee bellowed, dropping to his knees in anguish. Kimimaro groaned.

 

“Now he's even louder!” he cried.

 

“You troublesome fool!” Shikamaru moaned, shutting his eyes. “Chouji, make Lee be quiet!”

 

“YES!” Chouji said firmly, climbing to his feet. He had two white, puffy pillows in his hands, and a murderous look in his eyes.

 

At that moment, the familiar squeak of Haku rang out through the barracks, “PILLOW FIGHT! YAY!” He had picked up his own pillow (pale purple with large white snowflakes scattered across it), and dived over towards Lee, pummeling him with his pillow. Chouji began hitting everyone within ten feet of him with his pillows, metaphorical smoke shooting from his nostrils.

 

The effect was immediate. Every single boy in the cabin, desperate for physical activity, or, more likely, an outlet for their testosterone, leapt into the air, pillows in hand, and began furiously lambasting each other.

 

Well, almost everyone. Zabuza didn't even look up from his book.

 

But this included the boys down in the last sections. Naruto jumped at the opportunity to hit Sasuke with a pillow. He hopped down from his bunk, pillow in hand (his hand awesome ramen cups on it!), and began hitting Sasuke with it. Sasuke whipped out his own pillow (navy blue with a red and white fan on it), and slammed it over Naruto's head. Gaara also saw the absolute stupidity of the event, and didn't move a muscle. That is, until Naruto hit him in the face. That was just too lowbrow for him to ignore. He grabbed his own pillow (one with raccoons all over it; Gaara would never in a million years admit it, but he loved raccoons), and reaped his vengeance on Naruto's head.

 

Neji took one look at the chaos below him, shrugged, and dove headfirst into the battle, gray pillow in hand.

 

Deidara leaned over the side of his bed, and stated, “Sasori, should WE join?”

 

Sasori blinked.

 

“Why not?” he sighed, closing his magazine, and picking up his pale brown pillow.

 

“Yippee!” Deidara squeaked. He grabbed his bird-covered pillow, and flipped over the side of his bunk, landing miraculously on his feet. “Come on, Itachi! Get in on the action, yeah!”

 

Itachi frowned. “I can tell you over a hundred things wrong with that sentence,” he said, returning to his book.

 

“What, is Itachi AFRAID of his little BROTHER?” Sasuke snarled from across the hall. Itachi closed his book with a SNAP.

 

“Well, if that's how you feel,” he said with a shrug, before picking up his pillow, which was identical to Sasuke's, and joined the `action', being sure to go easy on Deidara (who knew HOW many times that boy had been dropped on the head as it was?).

 

The pillow fight continued for quite a long time… so long, in fact, that when Gai and Kakashi waltzed into the barracks a half-hour later to make sure no one was being killed and/or maimed, it was still going strong.

 

“AH! WHAT AN EXCELLENT DISPLAY OF YOUTH!” Gai laughed uproariously, his hands on his hips. Kakashi continued to read, his one visible eye not glancing up. “ALL RIGHT, CHILDREN! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! IT WOULD NOT BE YOUTHFUL IF ONE OF YOU WERE TO LOSE AN EYE!”

 

Some of the boys were just now noticing that there was the presence of adults in the room. A few stopped, but most just continued their rampages. Finally, Kotetsu and Izumo showed up from outside, and insured a momentary cease fire.

 

“Better them then Ibiki the Nazi, right?” Itachi said with a shrug, as Izumo flailed until Sasuke finally gave up his ruthless exertions on his brother. Naruto had to be physically DRAGGED back to his bunk, his pillow forced from his hands.

 

Gaara lay down on his bunk, bored once more.

 

“Well, at least we killed thirty minutes,” Neji said, climbing up to his bed. He lay face down, his face pressed into his now limp pillow.

 

“Twenty-eight minutes… thirty-three seconds,” Sasori corrected with a yawn, glancing down at his watch. “GOD I'm bored.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“We need to do something.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Get out of here.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Deidara?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Stop saying `yeah'.”

 

“You got it, yeah!”

 

Sasori flipped open his magazine, his face drawn. Itachi resumed his spot on his own bed, his eyes wandering to the window.

 

“Hey… What time is lunch?”

 

“Noon,” Sasori said, stifling another yawn.

 

“What time is it now?”

 

“You have a watch, use it.”

 

“Oh, yeah,” Itachi mumbled, looking down at his wrist. 11:02. He stepped down from his bunk again, and strode out into the hall. “I'm outta here,” he said, before walking off down the hall.

 

“Eh?” Deidara said. “Itachi? Where are you going?”

 

“I don't know. But I'm going. You coming?”

 

“Yeah!” Deidara exclaimed, jumping down from his bunk once more. Sasori shrugged, and rolled off of his bed to join them. Naruto, zealous for a chance to escape the barracks, hopped down from his bunk. Gaara sat up, and watched Naruto, before also getting off of the bed.

 

“Sure.”

 

“Hey, hold up,” Neji said, sliding down to the floor. “Come on, Sasuke. The fresh air will do your attitude some good.”

 

“Fuck off, Hyuga.”

 

Neji blinked. “…'Kay.”

 

Sasuke rolled his eyes, and stood. “Fine. Whatever.”

 

“Spectacular!” Deidara said, going starry-eyed. Sasori arched a brow, but remained silent. Itachi was already on his way out of the barracks, so the dysfunctional party followed him, having nothing better to do.

 

 

 

The Grounds

 

 

“So where to, Ten-Ten?” Temari said, her arms behind her head.

 

“I dunno… Where ever the wind takes us!” Ten-Ten said, with a laugh. She shoved the sleeves of her pink sweatshirt up to her elbows, and put her hands on her hips. “Who can we bother? Are there any gentlemen in your sight line, Temari? What about you, Tayuyu? You see anyone?”

 

“Uh…” Tayuyu blew her red hair from her eyes as she searched the hillside. “Ooooh… I spy with my little eye… a group of boys we can throw rocks at!”

 

“Hey… that's… Kiba,” Ten-Ten said with an over-exaggerated gasp. “Quick! Hinata, gimme your jacket!”

 

“Wh-what?”

 

“Just do it, crazy!”

 

Hinata hesitantly unzipped her parka, and pulled it off, revealing a pale blue, long sleeved tee shirt. She handed the jacket to Ten-Ten, who through it over her own shoulders. “Uh… Temari, got any lipstick or mascara on you?”

 

“…You DO realize you just asked Temari Kaze for make-up, right?”

“Is that a no?”

 

“YES that's a no.”

 

“I have some lip-gloss,” Tayuyu said, attempting to be helpful. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a tube of Cherry Flavored Shine.

 

“Beautiful!” Ten-Ten said, grabbing the lip-gloss, and thrusting it into Hinata's hands. “Put this on, quick!”

 

“Uh… okay,” Hinata said, applying a thin layer to her lips. “H-How's that?”

 

“Positively luscious!” Temari said, giving a thumbs-up. “Oh, here he comes… Stick out your chest!”

 

“WHAT?”

 

“Guys like boobs! Show yours off!” she hissed, stepping out of the way, so Kiba had a full view. “Hands on your hips… and slant your weight to the side… there!”

 

Hinata did her best to comply with the confusing instructions that Temari threw at her. In the end, she didn't look half-bad. At least, she felt better. She felt quite exposed without her jacket, though. At least it wasn't below freezing out…

 

At that moment, Kiba and Shino slunk past, Shino's sunglasses glinting in the faint sunlight.

 

“Hi, boys,” Temari said in a low tone. Kiba looked up, then did a quick double take when he spied Hinata.

 

“H… H… H…”

 

“Hi, Kiba,” Hinata said with a smile. She resisted the urge to clasp her hands in front of her, and twiddle her fingers.

 

“H… H-H… Hi,” Kiba finally choked out, his eyes wide. “Hinata… you look… uh…”

 

“Beautiful?” Ten-Ten offered.

 

“Fucking stunning?” Tayuyu said, her fingertips resting on her lips.

 

“Heart-stopping?” Temari said, nodding.

 

“H… Hi, Hinata,” Kiba said again. Shino suddenly realized that these evil sirens were attempting to seduce Kiba with their looks, and decided that Kiba needed a cold shower. He shook his head, and grabbed Kiba by the arm, dragging him away.

 

“H… H…”

 

“Bye, boys!” Ten-Ten said with a joyous wave.

 

“H… Hi, Hinata…”

 

Once they were back in the barracks, Hinata relaxed, free to hunch and twiddle her fingers again.

 

“Wow, Hinata! Never knew you had the potential for `Shameless Vixen',” Temari giggled, putting a hand to her forehead. “What is this world COMING too?”

 

Hinata grinned.

 

“Did he like it?” she asked, taking her parka back from Ten-Ten.

 

“I'd say he liked it,” the older girl said with a pleasant laugh. “I'd say he liked it a LOT.”

 

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“So where are we going, anyway?”

 

“I don't know,” Itachi said with a shrug. “I figured we'd just walk around for an hour.”

 

Sasori fixed him with an impartial stare.

 

“…Right.”

 

“Ooh! Let's go throw rocks in the water, yeah!” Deidara exclaimed, happy to contribute his idea.

 

“…Let's do that,” Neji said.

 

“YEAH! THROWING ROCKS!” Naruto cried, punching the air.

 

“YEAH!”

 

“YEAH!”

 

“YEAH!”

 

“YEAH!”

 

“SILENCE!” Gaara snapped, his eye twitching. “I can't take any more `yeah's! DON'T MAKE ME KILL YOU ALL BEFORE THE FIRST DAY IS OVER…!”

 

“You're cute when you're angry, Gaara,” Neji noticed. Gaara choked on his tongue.

 

They eventually made it down to the lake, Naruto half-dragging Gaara, who was still in shock, care of Neji's comment. But once they made it down to the water's edge, they were faced with another dilly pickle.

 

“Where's the rocks?” Naruto said bluntly.

 

“Oh, there's one,” Sasuke said. Naruto gleefully looked around, until he noticed that the younger Uchiha was pointing at the blonde's head. Then he threw a typical Naruto tantrum; yelling things like, “I'M GONNA KILL YOU, SASUKE-BASTARD!” and “WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU'LL WISH YOU'D STAYED HOME, YOU LAMB CHOP!” Then he sulked for five minutes, while everyone else searched for rocks to throw into the lake.

 

“Hey, I found one! Oh, wait… no, never mind… it's just a piece of wood, yeah,” Deidara said sadly, tossing the bark into the water anyway.

 

“Ugh. I'm bored again!” Sasuke growled, stretching his back. “What else is there to do in this dump?”

 

“Why, are we feeling a bit bitchy today?” Naruto said with a scowl. Sasuke glared at him for a full minute.

 

Sasori sat down on the sand, and sighed.

 

“Well… I'm bored, too. And I'm hungry.” He absentmindedly dug in the sand with his tennis shoe for a moment.

 

“Yeah, no kidding,” Neji prompted, also sitting. Gaara hesitated a moment, then sat down next to Neji.

“So…” he said, leaning back on his hands. “You think I'm cute when I'm angry?” Neji grinned.

 

“Oh, please,” Naruto growled, rolling his eyes. Gaara threw a rock at him. “Hey! That was a rock!” Naruto realized, dashing after it.

 

“Thanks,” Neji said, tossing his hair over one shoulder.

 

“Eh… Getting rid of Naruto is my specialty,” Gaara said with a smirk.

 

“I HEARD THAT, SABAKU!”

 

Gaara flinched, and slowly turned.

 

“Naruto… I'm going to kill you now.”

 

Naruto's tough mask shattered into one-gazillion pieces.

 

“Uh… right,” he said. Then, with a one-fingered salute, he took off running back up to the barracks. Gaara almost chased him; he really considered it. But then he remembered that he was sitting with Neji, so he didn't move.

 

Time passed in inches. Deidara soon began spinning in circles, causing everyone to become dizzy just by looking at him. Sasori eventually grabbed him and held him down, despite the protesting `yeah!'s. Itachi sat down with them, and stared coldly across the green lake. Sasuke, who was quite bored by now, turned, and dragged himself back up the hill in an effort to diminish his ultimate boredom.

 

Finally, after what seemed to be one million years, a loud, megaphone enhanced voice erupted over the camp, “LUNCH IS SERVED, UNDERLINGS! REPORT TO THE MESS HALL BEFORE I HAVE TO COME LOOKING FOR YOU!”

 

“Hey, the Nazi demands our presence,” Itachi said, standing, and dusting off his back. “Shall we?”

 

“HELL yes,” Sasori said, climbing to his feet. “Food! Thank God!”

 

“Food, yeah.”

 

Sasori didn't even bother this time.

 

They trudged up the hill slowly, despite the obvious urgency that presented itself. Deidara stepped along slowly, smiling at butterflies, and pausing to spin in a circle every few steps. Sasori finally had to grab him by the hand, and pull him up the hill. Gaara ambled slowly next to Neji, who had his hands jammed in his pocket, and was hoping he was looking cool.

 

Yeah. Uber cool.

 

Itachi walked much quicker, and reached the top of the hill before anyone else. He shoved his way past the herd of students fervent for food, and into the lunch line.

 

It took another half-hour for the rest of the classes to get their lunches. When the last person to get their lunch sat down, there were no teachers left in the Mess Hall. It was like they had all disappeared. And, really, everyone was just fine with that.

 

Itachi, Deidara, Sasori, Gaara, Neji, Sasuke, Haku, Zabuza, Kisame (who had finally appeared), Kankuro, Temari, Ten-Ten, Hinata, Tayuyu, and much to his displeasure at sitting anywhere near Sasuke, Naruto, were all seated in the same, long bench-like table, picking ardently at their suspicious food.

 

“Hey, I think mine's moving,” Ten-Ten said nervously, jabbing her meat with her fork.

 

“Ah, just eat the Goddamn thing,” Tayuyu said, rolling her eyes. Hinata took a tiny bite of her own meat, and immediately began to sneeze, for some odd reason.

 

Naruto was in euphoria.

 

“Mashed potatoes! Oh yeah!” he sang, taking a heaping bite of his white goo. “Love them mashed potatoes almost as much as Ramen! But not AS much!”

 

“Oh, shut up, Dead Last.”

 

“DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS, UCHIHA!”

 

“Yeah, Sasuke, he'll open up a can of WHUP-ASS!” Kankuro said sarcastically, with a roll of his eyes.

 

“HELL YES I WILL!”

 

At that moment, however, something happened. A single slab of meat-patty spiraled through the air, aimed straight for the back of Gaara's head. It his it's target, dead center. Gaara's eyes flew open in rage. He tore the meat from his hair, and stood up.

 

“ALL RIGHT, WHO'S THE BASTARD THAT THREW THIS?” he demanded, shaking the meat in the air. “I WANNA KNOW! COME FORWARD NOW, AND I WON'T BE FORCED TO EAT YOUR PANCREAS!”

 

It was something quite typical of Gaara to say, and everyone very much believed him. No one in the room uttered a sound; the Mess Hall was, very literally, silent as the grave.

 

Then, out of nowhere, a great cry arose from one of the students. Not very many people knew him, but soon after, they would all recognize his face. He cupped his hands around his mouth, and yelled, at the top of his lungs,

 

“FOOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIGHT!”

 

It was like watching a train wreck. Instantly, the air was filled with flying globs of mashed potatoes, small green peas, cartons of mild, slabs of meat, and, once in a while, a fork or spoon. Gaara whispered some rather obscene curses under his breath, and dropped down, sliding under the table, to avoid being hazed. Neji quickly joined him, after juggling his options of either getting killed by a flying milk carton, or being forced into a small area with Gaara. Tough decision.

 

Naruto didn't even seem to notice what was going on. He was much too wrapped up in his joy of having mashed potatoes, his SECOND love!

 

“Mmmm… mashed potatoes…” he mumbled, taking another bite, and sinking into ecstasy.

 

Deidara was still sitting on the bench, softly singing to himself. Sasori took one look and him, and shoved him under the table, going under as well.

 

Kisame, Kankuro, Tayuyu, Ten-Ten, Temari, and Sasuke, however, took a slightly different approach. All enraged at the poor quality of their food, they began hurling it at all four corners of the Mess Hall, most of their shots hitting their targets. Itachi wasn't really sure what to do for a moment, but Kisame seemed to be having fun throwing food, so he decided he'd give it a try too.

 

Haku, however, got the short end of the stick. He was hit four times in three seconds; twice with mashed potatoes, once with a spoon, and once with a half-eaten meat patty. He then huddled next to Zabuza, who was still calmly eating his food, and used him as a `wind-break' of sorts.

 

Zabuza didn't mind the food that was hitting his rather muscled arm. He was being avoided quite a bit, as a matter of fact. Besides, it was nice that Haku was holding on to him. He could ignore everything else.

 

Sakura and Ino, meanwhile, were cowering in fear that the mashed potatoes would stain their designer wool sweaters. They held onto each other beneath the table, and screamed loudly, almost breaking the windows.

 

It was precisely at that moment, however, that something went horribly wrong. The double doors to the lunchroom EXPLODED open, and Ibiki Morino was standing in their place, his scarred face bearing the look of a mother grizzly bear whose cubs were threatened.

 

The fact that Ibiki was a man didn't really do this part justice, but that is not relevant.

 

What IS relevant is that Kiba Inuzuka had just happened to hurl a handful of mashed potatoes in the direction that Ibiki was standing, not a millisecond earlier. It was almost in slow motion. Almost everyone stopped in mid-throw to watch the white mash spiral through the air, and land with a satisfying `SQUISH!' on the face of Ibiki.

 

Kiba's look of excitement turned to one of pure horror, and he cowered behind Shino, who also hadn't moved.

 

Gaara latched fearfully onto Neji, who was, for a moment, glad that Ibiki had interfered. Then he realized what a bad, bad thing that was. And he held onto Gaara, and waited for his impending doom.

 

Sasuke and Naruto exchanged glances, for once on the same page. They recognized just how dead they truly were.

 

“HOOOOOOORAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRR!”

 

 

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Kat: XD There ya have it, folks! Part 2 of Day one! Hope you all like the story so far… I know I do!

 

Soriko: Yawn.

 

Naruto: Mashed potatoes!

 

Kat: … Right! Well, please review! I'd really appreciate it!