TKAD sez: I don't own the characters. I don't want to own the characters. Please don't sue me.
Anyway, this is just something I'm writing for the heck of it. I'll post it if it turns out decent enough.
In the 15 years he had been alive, Gaara had never met anyone as hard working as Konoha's beautiful blue beast, Rock Lee. It was interesting to watch him train, always setting ridiculous goals and punishments, always making up rules for himself. Gaara had never lost a match. Gaara didn't need to train, he was a genius. But here was a genius of another sort, doing sit-ups faster than he could count.
The last five million times he had come here (give or take 4,999,950), He had promised himself after he left that the next time he would talk to him. Always the next time, though. Convienient, since the next time would go on forever. It was that day, while the Kazekage was visiting konoha, when 'the next time' did come.
In short, Gaara fell out of a tree. Right on to our very own Rock Lee's head. A bit ironic, one would think, but Gaara was in no mood to apprieciate the irony of the situation. It was a complete accident, really. He had been entranced by the rhythmic punching of the tree next to his, and wasn't thinking. It was when Lee decided that the poor tree had had enough and moved on to Gaara's, when this lovely little incident occurred.
"ooow!" Whined Lee, rubbing his head and coughing up sand. In truth, our little headache of a hero was wondering why there was so much sand, until he sat up and was caught by the malicious gaze of a very angry kazekage. "Oh! Greetings Gaara-sama! How are you?" he said, springing into Nice Guy Pose. Gaara's glare was answer enough for him, so decided not to press the issue. Instead, he amused himself by poking the sand and watching it rise to catch his fingers.
"Stop that." Said Gaara, reaching over to grab his fingers.
Lee narrowly avoided the sand once more and dodged Gaara's hand, smiling into his death glare. "No."
"I said stop poking it!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
"Wanna go get ramen with me?"
"Ye-Wait, what?" Gaara had become worked up by their fierce battle of wits, and was surprised at a change of topic.
"I said, Want to go get ramen with me?" Lee stood up and stretched a bit, rubbing his neck to make sure it wasn't broken, if only just to have something to do with his hands.
"I…Um…yeah, sure?" Gaara said, covering his ears against the 40-decible YOSH that followed.
The start of something new? Perhaps. All Gaara knew was that he had been roped into something that seemed like a date, and was unusually cheerful about the whole thing.
TKAD: Gods, this is bad. I should burn it, but instead, I'll put it up on fanfiction. This may turn into a better, longer version if I get enough people wanting me to continue. Also, please point out any mistakes I may have in this, I'm American, and it sucks. I have heard Lee be called the beautiful GREEN beast, and the beautiful BLUE beast, so clarifications will be welcome.
TKAD out.