For the Love of Lee
Disclaimer: Je ne ownez pas la manga Naruto. Ok, uber crappy French, but still.
Summary: Gaara takes Lee out for a drink. Too bad Lee could never handle sake.
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"Yesh, Sakura-chan is very beautiful, so very beautiful, yesh," the plastered boy next to me slurs.
I, Gaara of the Desert, Kazekage's son, brother of Temari of the Fans and Kankurou of the Puppets, am drinking with Rock Lee, the azure beast of the Leafs.
Oh, and Haruno Sakura's lover, of course.
I peer into his cup. His first cup's barely been touched and already he's like this…but since when have I been able t resist getting Lee drunk? Ever since I saw his 'Drunken Fist' style of fighting with Kimimaro…I slyly replace the sake with lemon water.
"When I shee her tonight, I will shay, (hic)…come, Sakura, we will make beautiful music tonight (hic)."
Not with that lame excuse of a line, I think wryly, noting the irony. Those are the same sort of lines that floored me seventeen years ago. But after all this time, some days I still wonder what I saw in this man to fall so miserably for him.
"Gaara," he says, "you are my best friend."
"Seventeen years ago, I was your boyfriend." The resentful tone creeps into the time-worn joke without my volition. He doesn't notice it, just laughs and dismisses it with a wave like always.
"Timesh change. You should (hic) too. You know, you could have you choish from all the eligible bachelorsh and bachelorettesh of all the Leaf and (hic) Sand. Shtop clinging." A fit of hiccups overwhelms him, saving me from a lecture I have heard too many times. I shove the lemon water into his hand, and wave to the bartender for the bill.
Then, I heave the only man I've ever wanted up, to take him to the only woman he's ever wanted, even during those months with me.
"Let's go, azure beast of mine. Your cherry blossom awaits you."
Love can be such a pain.
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Awww, some cute stuff with my two favorite couples: Lee/Sakura, and Gaara/Lee.