War of The Pastries

By: XxEijibabyxX

"Gaara you ate all the cookies AGAIN? I just went shopping!!" Temari screamed at her little brother as he walked towards the front door. "Oh what so I suppose you are just going to ignore me right?" The red headed ninja turned around and looked at her.

"Actually, I am going out to get more." he said. And with that, he left. As he started heading in the direction of the grocery store, his older brother stopped him.

"Hey Gaara go get me some pocky will ya?" Kankuro called out from the second story window. Gaara -aka- Cookie Monstah simply looked at him and then continued on his way, knowing that he would never do what his brother had asked. As Gaara was walking to Walmart (yes that is the grocery store now in Sunagakure), he noticed that a new store had gone up at the end of his street. He was supposed to turn left now and go down another road, but his curiosity got the best of him...again. From where Gaara was standing, the lettering on the store was unclear to read. The only thing he could tell was that it was in cursive. He approached the store and stared at it from the outside. There were food items all around the writing. They were pastry items like cookies, cake, ice cream, and other things of that category. He now looked at the writing again to find that the store was called "Yagami Pastries".

Completely forgetting about Walmart, Gaara slowly pushed the door open and stepping inside. He started walking around, staring at all the cookies and desserts that were available. Behind a window in the back were all different kinds of cake, cupcakes, and pies. In the front of the store, behind the counter where you pay for all of your things, stood a tall boy with brown hair and he was wearing a geeky outfit. Gaara glanced at him quickly then turned away to stare at all of the desserts once more. He pressed against the window, face and all. When he turned around again, the boy was inches behind him, this time holding some glass cleaner and a roll of paper towels.

"Hello sir may I help you?" He asked wiping the fingerprints that Gaara left on the window.

"Uh.. No just looking. Who are you anyway?" Gaara asked. The boy turned and gave this creepy looking smile as if he had just killed somebody.

"The name is Light Yagami and I own this small store. Who the hell are you?" He asked holding out his hand. Gaara backed up about two steps.

"Gaara of the sand. I think I'd better be leaving now." Gaara replied.

"I won't let you leave until you buy something." Light said still wearing that creepy smile. Gaara decided that since this jerk wouldn't leave him alone, he bought some cookies, although they were a little bit pricey. As Gaara headed for the door to leave, a really really REALLY fat lady walked in. She was shorter than Gaara with short black hair and big thick rimmed glasses. She was really fat like ten watermelons put together in her stomach area, but she had some chicken legs. It also looked like her stomach and her boobs were connected. She smiled just like Light had, but the smile didn't seem to disappear...at all. Her eyes were HUGE too!

"I thought I told you to leave and never come back!" Light said. There must have been some sort of incident earlier because he looked very annoyed with the middle aged lady. She walked over to the shelf, grabbed a box of chocolates, put them in her purse, and started to leave. "WHAT THE HELL LADY I SAID LEAVE AND PUT THE DAMN CHOCOLATES BACK!!" Light shouted.

"I'll stop her," said Gaara "SUPER ULTRA MEGA SAND COFFIN!!" he said. That was just enough sand to fit around her because like DAMN she was fat. Gaara started to head home. He would have to visit the pastry shop another time.

Meanwhile at L's residence

L -aka- Elmo was sitting at his computer, working on another case. He was very close to solving it, but then he heard a faint growling noise. "Getting kind of hungry..." he said, standing up. L would need sugar -aka- crack to continue working so he decided that he'd try that new store that just went up around the corner. His friend Light owned the store and after all, it was all L's idea. There weren't enough stores that sold pastries. Walmart wasn't any help either because there were too many people that open all the crap before they buy it. There were never any kind of pastries that L liked from Walmart anyway. They never had his favorite kind of shortcake. Also, the fruit from walmart was all rotten, including the apples so both L and Ryuk could not get fruit there either.

The citizens of Sunagakure stared at L as he was walking down the street. They thought he was weird, an outcast. It was probably because he just looked different but L didn't care. He rolled with his own style. They also knew not to come near him or he would kick them in the face like he did to Light in that one episode (heh heh heh...that was the best freaking episode). L only did that once to a shinobi who was trying to ambush him, and it happened to be right in the middle of the busiest part of Sunagakure, in broad daylight. L looked around for any stores that might sell crack. There weren't many that sold pastries except for Walmart, where he was definitely not going to go. He came up to Light's store, and walked inside.

"Hi L. I think I know why you are here. They are in the back." said Light. L waved and went to the location that Light was talking about. Since Light and L were friends, L was aloud to go behind the counter and get what he wanted. He took half of the short cake, then he went to the freezer and grabbed three containers of ice cream. Walking up to the front counter where Light was, he noticed a fat lady in the middle of the candy aisle. It was the same lady that Gaara had seen before but L didn't know that. He simply passed the lady and walked up to Light when Light pulled out a shotgun.

"I thought I told you to leave dammit!!" He said aiming at the lady who we will now call Stoboob lady (since her stomach and boobs are connected). L watched as the lady tried desperately to run. She started sweating after almost two feet. Finally she left, dropping what she tried to shoplift in the middle of the floor. L said goodbye to Light and left. Hopefully he would never have to encounter that lady again.

A few hours later...

"Gaara I am going to fucking kill you!" Kankuro yelled. He was mad because Gaara didn't pick up the pocky for him.

"Go get it yourself catman." Gaara said eating the last of the cookies that he had bought only hours ago.

"YOU ATE THEM ALL AGAIN?" Temari asked staring angrily at her little brother.

"Don't worry I will go back and get more." said Gaara. He didn't seem to care. It was like he thought that cookies would grow on trees or something. Temari stopped him as he walked out the door.

"Gaara no it is late. Go tomorrow or something. We will go with you then." Temari said. Gaara simply turned away and walked out the door. "I swear is he fucking deaf?" Temari asked looking at Kankuro. He shrugged and went back to his room. It was getting dark out and now it was more difficult to see. Gaara was wondering if he was going in the right direction to the pastry store. Fortunately, the lettering was lit up in bright, neon colors. It really looked snazzy and stood out from all of the other run down stores. Gaara once again walked in cautiously. He wanted to avoid Light and Stoboob lady if she was there as much as possible. Other than himself, Gaara saw another person looking at the cake and the ice cream. He was a little disheveled, with black hair and black eyes. His outfit was really plain. It was just jeans and a plain, white long sleeved t-shirt. The boy was really eyeing up the shortcake. It was the last one after all. He already had three containers of ice cream in his arms. Gaara decided that he would try that another day. He was only here for cookies. For a moment though, he took a look at the shortcake while standing at a distance.

The cake was ornate with chocolate and strawberries. There were even pieces of what seemed like four different kind of cookies on top. Gaara couldn't see the filling, but from the outside which was covered in vanilla icing and chocolate creme, he could tell that the cake was vanilla. On the plate around the cake, was cinnamon. It looked so nice, that Gaara almost didn't want to eat it. He saw the other boy walk behind the counter. What could he possibly be up to? Was he going to take the cake? It was the last cake in the whole store. The customers from earlier must have bought all the rest. Gaara recalled watching people walk in and out of the store all day. This was his last chance and he had to think fast.

"Hey you." he said suddenly. Gaara didn't mean to say that but it slipped out. The other boy looked at him suspiciously.

"What?" He asked reaching for the cake.

"Are you going to buy that?" Gaara asked glancing back and forth between the boy and the cake.

"Yes." He replied. He was about to pick the cake up when Gaara interrupted his actions again. He moved closer to the counter.

"State your name." Gaara said. He really didn't mean to say that either, but now that he thought about it, he wanted to know the name of the one who was trying to steal his beloved cake from him.

"Ryuzaki" L lied. Even though he didn't think that Gaara had any suspicions that he was one of the world's best detectives, he still wasn't going to tell him his real name. L was going to go for the cake again, when he noticed that Gaara was now right next to him also reaching for it. "Dude stop it's mine." L said.

"No I want it!" Gaara said. He sounded like a child who wouldn't share.

"Well I was going to buy it first!"L said. He was right. He was going to buy it first until Gaara interfered. This fight was going to heat up fast. And my conclusion with this chapter:

Let the war of the pastries begin.

A/N: Ok first of all I was writing this because I love cake, I love Gaara, and I really love L. One of my friends and I were talking about this today and I decided to write what we were talking about. Incase you all are wondering, Stoboob lady is real. I am not even lying she is one of those teachers that helps out at our school. Yes people, be afraid. Be very afraid.