CAPRICORN (Dec. 22- Jan. 19)
A change in you brings about a change in your object of affection. You'll see the evidence of this tonight. RSVP 'yes' to the invitation you get in the mail. New friends await.
"Crap," Gaara muttered, tossing the newspaper back onto the kitchen table, "I can't believe Kankurou reads this."
Kankurou read the horoscopes avidly, and normally picked up after himself. Today, though, he had left the newspaper open on the table, and Gaara, who came down late, caught a glimpse at his.
"Gaara!" called Temari, who was upstairs, "Go get the mail!"
"Make Kankurou do it!" he called back.
"He left, didn't you know?"
"Uh, no."
This was a usual conversation at the sand siblings house. Kankurou normally left early, and it was a rare, and lucky, occasion that he would take in the mail.
So Gaara heaved himself away from his OJ and eggs, and walked outside.
He opened the mailbox, and pulled out the stack of letters.
"Crap, crap," he mumbled as he walked back into the house, "bills, that goes to Temari, crap, and, me?"
Gaara stopped right inside the house, letting the door slam behind him. He stared surprisedly at the letter primly addressed,
Sabaku no Gaara
Kazekage Mansion
Sunagakure
"Anything for me?" Temari asked as she bounded down the stairs, tying up her last ponytail.
"Yeah," Gaara muttered, handing over the bills.
He tossed the crap into the recycle stack (who knew they recycled?) and grabbed his eggs. He walked up to his room, a shadowy room with messy stacks of stuff and sand littering the room.
Gaara turned on the rarely used lamp and opened the letter.
Dear Gaara, it said,
This is an invitation to go to a party at my home in Konoha. I figured that therewould have to be at least one person there you know besides me. You know Naruto, right? Good. It's one night from now, at 6:00. I guess I don't need to give you directions, since I had to bring you to my house that night for my mom to give you that vegetable. By the way, the rookie 9 and Team Gai will be there, so if you hate anybody besides Lee, who I wouldn't have invited except for the fact the he was there when I gave Neji and Tenten theirs, and I know you hate him, try to restrain yourself.
See you then,
Amaya Ferrna
PS: Don't remember me? Come and you'll find out.
Gaara stared at the letter for a bit, rereading it a few times. His mind floated toward the newspaper still lying on the table.
'RSVP "yes" to the invitation you get in the mail…' it had said.
No, no, I'm superstitious, Gaara convinced himself, But still…
He did remember Amaya. She had taken him to her farm, to, just as she said; give him the vegetable that healed Matsuri.
Maybe I should… Gaara had rarely been to parties, and he figured that as long as she was there…
He wrote back a yes, and sent it off, just as Temari walked outside, clad in her regular black clothes (this is after the timeskip in case you haven't figured it out yet.)
"What's that for?" she asked.
"I'm going to a party," he answered shortly.
"Aww, my little brother's finally getting some love!" she teased.
"What? No way!"
"Well, a girl invited you, didn't she?"
"Yes, but-"
"Good," Temari cut off, "Have fun. I'll be back in a couple of days."
"Why?"
"You gave me the mission, remember? You should know."
"Oh, right. Well, see you."
"Bye!"
And Temari 'poofed' away, leaving Gaara alone until the night when Kankurou would come back.
- - -
Gaara glanced in the rarely used mirror in the hallway, and ran his fingers roughly through his hair. He was wearing his normal clothes, not knowing what you would normally wear to a party, and walked swiftly out of the door.
- - -
The house pounded with the music, and Gaara hesitantly walked up the steps.
The door opened to reveal a smiling Amaya leaning toward him.
"Welcome!" she said, obviously still sober, "You're right on time."
Amaya was wearing a black tank top that curved smoothly over her breasts, and a sea green ribbon appeared daintily where her nagai ended. The swirling skirt matched the ribbon perfectly. Her rimless glasses flashed constantly in the light.
"C'mon in," she said, grabbing Gaara by the arm. She led him inside her family room. A boom box stood in the corner, which played the music at just the right level of sound. There was Ino, asleep on the kitchen table, and Kiba, who was standing on the ceiling.
"How'd they get so drunk?" Gaara asked, his voice slightly raised.
"I think it was my mom," Amaya replied, "She thinks stupid stuff like that is funny. Hold on for a sec, would you? I'll be right back?"
Amaya walked away, leaving Gaara to stand nervously by the stairs.
"Yosh!" he heard behind him.
"Oh, no," he groaned, turning around.
"Youthful friend!" said, of course Rock Lee, "It's so good to see you look so youth-"
Neji, who was walking down the steps at the perfect moment, and bonked him over the head, cutting him off, causing Gaara to smile inwardly.
At that instant, the rock music changed to a soft, sweet song, and the room seemed to immediately get sober.
Amaya appeared at his side, "What'd I miss?" she asked, an eyebrow raised at the fainted Lee.
"A miracle," he responded.
"Uh-huh," she said, "C'mon," and, once again, pulling him away.
She brought him to the middle of the room where Hinata and, much to her happiness, Naruto were dancing.
Amaya placed her right hand behind Gaara's neck, and used her left to place his 'not used to this kind of love' hands on her waist.
'New friends await…"Maybe horoscopes weren't so bad, after all.
The end! Hoped you liked it! This one was probably a bit longer than the rest will be, 'cuz I had to fit a lot of stuff in. Others, like one I'm thinking about, cough, cough, Lee, will have, like, the horoscopes, and a couple of sentences. I have picked the people for most months, but if you suggest someone else and give me a horoscope that would match them, I'd consider doing it. I won't do any other O.C.s besides mine and doughgirl22's, because it took me so long to remember my own O.C.s, and I don't have time to practice not being blonde anymore.
