The Lamest Proposal Ever
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
I forget what excuse Temari and I came up with to convince Hokage-sama to let me visit Suna.
'Visits' to other villages were rare and usually there had to be some kind of greater reason to leave one's own village for any amount of time. Obviously I wasn't going to go all missing-nin on everyone but favoritism was favoritism even when it wasn't.
Ever since we'd come to terms with the fact we were actually friends and not just co-workers I'd been here more often. Temari could come out to Konoha more often than I could to Suna, though, which I guess is a perk of having your brother for Kazekage.
Anyway, if it's not been made obvious so far, I'm Suna. To be more precise, I'm at a table that can seat four people having dinner with my friend, the Kazekage, and their brother who likes face paint. Temari's sitting across from me and Kankuro across from Gaara. It's kind of silly, the way I'm panicking because it's silent and I guess pretty serene if it weren't for what I'm trying to do. I'm not sure how to go about this, really, in spite of everything I've heard Ino detail over the years. It was kind of a last minute decision, really, and I'm thankful for it because if it wasn't I'm pretty sure Ino would make me rehearse or something troublesome of the sort.
Finally, I sigh. Might as well just get to the point, I guess, since I've got literally no idea what I'm doing.
"Hey, Temari," I say. She doesn't bother looking up from her food.
"Yeah?"
"D'you feel like getting married, maybe?"
There's a clattering noise. Gaara had dropped his chopsticks and Kankuro a fork which seems to have appeared out of nowhere.
"'Cause," I follow, feeling suddenly awkward. I pull out the little box from my pocket and slide it across the table. Temari pulls it closer, still not looking at me. "I, uh, I bought that on the way here and, uh, yeah."
Gaara stares at me.
Temari opens the box and I hold my breath. She takes out the ring- silver, little blue jewel thingies-
"Yeah, sure, why not?"
She twists it onto her finger.
I let out a sigh of relief and that's it. I go back to eating and so does she. Her brothers stare at each other, bewildered.
"Did that just," Kankuro starts.
"I believe it did," Gaara says. Temari ignores them. After several minutes, Kankuro goes back to eating. Gaara doesn't touch his food, still staring.
"Where did you even get a fork?" I ask Kankuro, who is eating with chopsticks. He looks up with wide eyes before shaking the expression off his face.
"I always have an emergency fork on hand in case something shocking happens at dinner that calls for a loud clattering noise."
The look Gaara gives him shows how adept he has become at expressing himself without the benefit of eyebrows.
And that's all. No one says anything else for the rest of dinner. I think to myself, hey, that was pretty good. Yeah, that was pretty good.
A/N: I'm considering turning this into a collection of proposals rather than a one-shot.