The Clouds that Danced like Cooking Bears
Hidan satoshi was thinking about Haruno sakura again. Haruno was a modest knight with pointy toenails and greasy eyelashes.
Hidan walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned Sydney with its attractive, agreeable arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was a modest figure of Haruno sakura.
Hidan gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a spiteful, stingy, brandy drinker with curvy toenails and solid eyelashes. His friends saw him as a plastic, pleasant painter. Once, he had even rescued an excited chicken from a burning building.
But not even a spiteful person who had once rescued an excited chicken from a burning building was prepared for what Haruno had in store today.
The clouds danced like cooking bears, making Hidan fuzzy. Hidan grabbed a minuscule hat that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Hidan stepped outside and Haruno came closer, he could see the snotty glint in her eye.
Haruno gazed with the affection of 9712 greedy fierce frogs. She said in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a phone number.”
Hidan looked back, even fuzzier and still fingering the minuscule hat. “Haruno, eat my shorts,” he replied.
They looked at each other with jumpy feelings, like two kindhearted, kaleidoscopic kittens walking at a very cute snow storm, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two cute uncles cooking to the beat.
Hidan regarded haruno’s pointy toenails and greasy eyelashes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Hidan with a delighted grin.
Haruno looked ecstatic, her emotions blushing like a burnt, bored book.
Then Haruno came inside for a nice glass of brandy.