Summary: Gaara thinks that Matsuri needs a new hobby. Can she find one?
Disclaimer: Everything= NO owner ship= Me. I own nothing.
Warnings: None. A kid's fic.
Notes: No lemons/limes, Yaoi or yuri. No swearing. No flames- there ARE children reading this. Be appropriate. Trust me, it's REALLY not that long. Set before the time of "I'm pregnant!" A prequel, if you will.
Other notes (as in ages):
in present time, or the time-line for "I'm pregnant!" Matsuri 18. I've heard a few rumors that Gaara oldre than her and a few other at he's younger. So his age ranges from 17-19. Tell me what YOU think it is and I'll change it accordingly.
Thank you.
At age 12, all Matsuri wanted to do was train under Gaara. So when she got kidnapped because he was her sensei, and stared that threat right in the face and told it to leave. Staying with Gaara- he was her hobby.
At age 13, she was STILL training under him, despite his new title of "Kazekage". But that royal title didn't scare her off. NEVER- he was her hobby.
At age 14, she went in for the Chunin exams, much to her disappointment. And even more sad- she had to leave him, but how could she? He was her hobby.
At age 15, Matsuri learned the hard way that Gaara REALLY was rock-solid; she bumped right into him, causing her instead of him, to fall. But she didn't really mind. After all- he WAS her hobby.
At age 16, she also learned th hard way how cruel Gaara fangirls could be. She limped home with a broken leg and a few other sprained body parts. Gaara had noticed the next day, scolded her, then bandaged her all up. She'd almost fainted. Why? He was her hobby.
At age 17, Matsuri heard a strange rumor; Gaara-sama had a girlfriend! She'd felt like crying for weeks. Later, though, she found him outside her window, handing her the note that had started the fan-girl frenzy in the first place. It read:
"Hey, I'm not really sure how to say this, but I really like you and I want to go out with you."
This time, she really did cry. When Gaara had asked why, she just smiled through her tears. He was her hobby.
~Present time~
It was passed 5:00 in the evening. Suna No Matsuri was leaning over the counter-top of her kitchen in order to gaze happily at her husband, who was tending to his cacti.
She smiled when he spared her a glance. He sighed when he eyes went back into that dream-like state he had come to know and love.
She took no notice of his returned glance, but instead, sighed in content at him. He understood perfectly well what that sigh meant and it bothered him naught, but he still couldn't help pointing out, "We need to find you a hobby."
She sighed again, but this time, added an eye-roll. "I have a hobby," she pointed out.
He gazed at her with a mixed look of interest and curiosity.
"You."
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