"I have one question," Kankuro said sourly as the two genin walked up the long stairwell that led back to the balcony from which the other contenders were waiting. "How the devil did you manage to get poison into my breakfast?"
Shikanenai shrugged his shoulders, keeping out of arm's reach - and upwind - of the puppeteer. "Oh, that? Quite simple really. During our last meeting..."
"Wait, wait - I haven't seen you since the preliminary round."
The other boy shook his head and tsked. "Oh, on the contrary. We have met many times since then, although you knew me by another name. Let me refresh your memory. While your sensei was returning to Sunagakure, you arranged with one of the porters to put certain... other services... onto your hotel bill. Such a helpful lad..."
"Oh crap," Kankuro muttered.
"Yes! I was the geisha."
"You were..." If the previous statement had caused Kankuro to pale behind his make-up, this one left him slack jawed and leaning heavily on the rail. "Wait, you were - I don't believe it! You? Arisa-chan?"
Shikanenai batted his eyes and spoke in a husky voice: "You're so tense, Kankuro-dono... would you like a backrub?"
"But... didn't I grab your...?"
"Such a vigorous young shinobi," Shikanenai cooed, smirking cruelly.
"And then Temari hit me over the head with her fan," Kankuro said slowly, "and you went to her room with her and..."
"Gave her some tips on how to use her feminine wiles on some young Leaf-nin who's offended her," the other boy replied with a straight face. "Since apparently sneaking into his bedroom and trying to strangle him in his sleep didn't work..."
"But didn't you..."
"Tactical kissing," Shikanenai observed tranquilly, "is one of the many feminine wiles that the uninitiated underestimate."
Kankuro shook his head, and gave 'Nenai a somewhat fearful look. "Is there anything you won't sink to?"
Shikanenai smirked again. "You Suna-nin... you're so very powerful... and so very, very dumb..."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
Shikanenai shrugged his shoulders, keeping out of arm's reach - and upwind - of the puppeteer. "Oh, that? Quite simple really. During our last meeting..."
"Wait, wait - I haven't seen you since the preliminary round."
The other boy shook his head and tsked. "Oh, on the contrary. We have met many times since then, although you knew me by another name. Let me refresh your memory. While your sensei was returning to Sunagakure, you arranged with one of the porters to put certain... other services... onto your hotel bill. Such a helpful lad..."
"Oh crap," Kankuro muttered.
"Yes! I was the geisha."
"You were..." If the previous statement had caused Kankuro to pale behind his make-up, this one left him slack jawed and leaning heavily on the rail. "Wait, you were - I don't believe it! You? Arisa-chan?"
Shikanenai batted his eyes and spoke in a husky voice: "You're so tense, Kankuro-dono... would you like a backrub?"
"But... didn't I grab your...?"
"Such a vigorous young shinobi," Shikanenai cooed, smirking cruelly.
"And then Temari hit me over the head with her fan," Kankuro said slowly, "and you went to her room with her and..."
"Gave her some tips on how to use her feminine wiles on some young Leaf-nin who's offended her," the other boy replied with a straight face. "Since apparently sneaking into his bedroom and trying to strangle him in his sleep didn't work..."
"But didn't you..."
"Tactical kissing," Shikanenai observed tranquilly, "is one of the many feminine wiles that the uninitiated underestimate."
Kankuro shook his head, and gave 'Nenai a somewhat fearful look. "Is there anything you won't sink to?"
Shikanenai smirked again. "You Suna-nin... you're so very powerful... and so very, very dumb..."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.