Kankuro - You know, if you keep writing different stories you're going to get really confused.
Me - Actually, that doesn't sound so bad! Maybe I'll combine all of the stories and every one gets to have an orgy!
K - That...actually sounds pretty awesome!
Me - You'd have to see Gaara naked...
K - Never mind.
Me - NOW INFORM THE PEEPS!
K - What the hell are you going on about now?
Me - Inform them that as much as I'd like to, I do not own you...
K - Isn't that a damn good thing...
Gaara - Are there cookies in here?
Me - Yay! Sexy red headedness!
K - Aw what about me?
Me - I like you cuz you're kind of pathetic...
K - Rude!
Me - I don't own any of them... sad day =(
The Bakers Daughter
"Suto! Get back here you little prick!" The young woman screamed, chasing a rather large male out of the large kitchen. Kadar shook his head at the two. He knew whenever Suto came to the bakery it always meant disaster was bound to follow. Suto slid over the large display case in front of the shop and bolted out the door, a very exasperated woman following.
"I'm going to murder you ten ways from Sunday!" She yelled down the busy street, butcher knife in hand. She stormed back into the shop. Kadar looked over at the now full grown woman he happily called daughter. He'd never forget the day he found her in the desert and brought her home. Her big purple eyes shining in the desert sun as she looked at him with her small infant smile. He had been returning from a mission in the Fire country and was travelling home to Suna when he found the small infant. A black bird tattoo graced her baby arm. He had named her Raeven, in honor of the tattoo.
"Rae, no need to be so harsh." The man behind the counter mumbled, eyeing the flustered woman. She huffed, and turned back to the door, her wild brownish red hair flying about. Again, she huffed and stormed back into the kitchen to continue her duty of baking. Kadar loved the young woman immensely and was growing very aware of the men that came into his shop simply to ogle his adopted daughter. He couldn't deny she had grown up to become a beautiful young woman. Her bright purple eyes shone with a hidden intelligence, her auburn hair was always curled and wild, making her look like the she demon she could sometimes be. Her watermelon color lips, when not pulled into a sneer, would relax into a soft pout. Kadar sighed as he heard the woman curse enough to turn milk into yogurt.
"Rae! It's not lady like to swear!" Kadar yelled as he leaned onto the counter.
"I don't give a fuck what you think is fucking lady like because maybe I don't want to be a damn lady you arrogant ass of a ninja!" She began her tirade. Kadar buried his head into his hands. The men that came into his shop may have thought her beautiful but he knew none would ever be able to handle her wild personality. He sometimes wondered if it was her genetics that caused her insane rash of temper to flare or if it was merely his upbringing.
"Kadar?" The woman spoke softly behind him. She wasn't a ninja, and in fact wasn't very fond of ninja's at all, but she moved quietly and surprised him sometimes when she was able to sneak up on him like had.
"Yes?" He turned and looked at her. She was wearing her normal black pants and a grey t shirt, all of which was covered by an apron adorned with many different stains. She managed to tame her wild locks and push them into a black bandana on her head. She bowed her head slightly.
"I apologize for my rude behavior. It's just that … well." Rae looked away, blushing.
"Suto asking me to date him, and while I appreciated the offer… I didn't want to and guess I over reacted a bit." She wouldn't meet the older mans eyes. He chuckled lightly. Somehow, even when he saw her in a fit of rage she managed to maintain her child like innocence.
"It is all right. I understand. Although, you are getting to the age where you need to start thinking about a suitor to marry." He pondered his next words carefully before looking back down on the woman, immediately regretting his words. He blinked before realizing he was in danger. Her purple iris's flared with anger and her nose twitched in a way that meant she was deciding on the best way to skin him alive. Him, a strong shinobi of the sand, was now utterly terrified of this small woman in front of him. He almost laughed at the thought, because she was a little on the small side. She was a little over 5 feet tall, but she managed to carry herself as if she was 8 feet tall. He admired her strength, but at the moment, he feared it.
Luckily the bell on the door to the shop rang, drawing the young woman out of her murderous glare. The black haired man sighed in relief and looked over to the customers. He stiffened, mostly in respect but from some shock. Before him stood a very menacing sight. The Kazekage had just entered his shop, followed by a very irritated looking blond wind user and her equally irritated looking puppeteer brother.
"Kazekage-sama, it is an honor to have your presence grace my bakery. How may I assist you?" Kadar bowed deeply.
"Fucking hell!" Rae shouted from the kitchen, followed by a loud bang. Kadar twitched slightly at the woman's impeccable timing.
"Apologies, my daughter can be foul mouthed when cooking." Kadar bowed.
"It is fine." Gaara said.
"What can I do for you today then?" Kadar asked, wracking his brain for possible reasons why they would come into his small bakery.
"As you know, my sister is currently betrothed to Shikamaru Nara of the leaf, and we need a wedding cake." Gaara said, no emotion playing in his voice.
"I am honored that you would make such a request. But, forgive my insolence, why would you choose such a small bakery as this?" Kadar asked.
Kankuro snorted and Temari glared at him.
"Its because no one wants to deal with this woman's wrath." Kankuro motioned to the now pissed off blond.
"Shut up you stupid puppet boy!" Temari smacked the hooded figure hard upside the head.
"Rae!" Kadar called out to the kitchen. He knew that if anyone could handle the wind users temper, it was Rae.
Rae did not here her adoptive father calling her. She was far too engrossed in her baking. She had a special request from one of her fathers friends to make a small chocolate cake shaped like a cat for a childs birthday. Molding the fondant on the counter, she lost herself to her sculpting. The kitchen door burst open, startling her enough for her to fall off the small stool she had seated herself on.
"Rae!" Kadar hissed at her. She wasn't quite sure why he was so flustered.
"The kazekage is here with his siblings requesting a cake. I want you to come out, looking nice of course, and sketch the kind of cake she wants. Do you understand?" The woman nodded, noting the mans serious tone. Out in the main area of the bakery, Kankuro and Temari exchanged worried glances.
"Temari, this is the last bakery in town, please do not beat any one to death here." Gaara's deep voice rumbled. Temari nodded as Kadar and his small daughter, Rae stepped out to greet the siblings.
Kankuro's breath caught in his throat for a small second. The woman standing next to the baker was gorgeous. Her violet eyes darted to each of the siblings, measuring them in her mind. Her lips pouted slightly and her redish brown hair framed her face in a wild array of curls, giving her an exotic look. Her apron did little to hide the swell of her breasts or the flare of her hips that gave her such a feminine look.
"Father tells me you wish to order a cake." The young woman spoke, her voice strong and unwavering.
"It would be an honor to serve the Kazkage and his family in such a manner. Temari-sama, I would like to start by asking you about a design, if you have one in mind." Rae tapped her pencil against the pad in her hand as Kadar motioned for them to sit at the small table in the shop.
Temari began explaining her cake design in a furious manner, her hands flying around her. Rae hardly looked up from her sketch pad as she put the blond woman's ideas on to paper. When Temari had finally finished, Rae added a few more finishing touches to her sketch before smiling gently at Temari.
"Is this similar to what you'd like?" Rae held up the sketch for Temari to view. Kankuro and Gaara immediately noticed Temari light up in delight.
"This is… beautiful. Can you actually make a cake like this?" Temari looked hopefully at the young woman. Rae couldn't resist.
"No, I just showed it to you so I could crush your hopes." The sarcastic comment slid off of her tongue before she could stop it. Kadar turned slowly to his daughter that he was now considering throwing back into the desert. Kankuro looked at the woman in shock and Gaara simply waited for Temari to do her usual yelling. However, something unexpected happened. Temari laughed, and Rae joined in.
"You're funny. Not many people speak to me like that any more." Temari said, still chuckling. Rae smiled at the kunoichi.
"Well, it's not often I actually think before I speak." Rae said. Kadar sighed, confirming her statement.
"Anyway, it should be no problem to make the cake. You can stop by anytime to see how its coming along." Rae stood as she finished speaking. Kadar nodded to her and she returned to the kitchen.
"Now, lets talk about flavors." Kadar started. Rae found herself zoning out in the kitchen. It wasn't every day she met what was practically royalty, and somehow she had managed to make a good impression. However she knew she'd pay for her earlier comment, Kadar would see to that.
After about an hour of discsussion the Kazekage and his siblings left, satisfied. Kadar stormed into the kitchen.
"Rae!" The loud shout startled the young woman off of her stool once again. She glared at the man.
"How could you say something like that to the Kazekage's sister?" He whined, pacing around the large kitchen.
"Call it pay back for the whole marraige comment." Rae said, sulking on the floor. Kadar huffed at the womans comment and went back to the front of the store to watch for customers.
"Wait! What flavors and how long do i have to make this cake?" Rae shouted after the exasperated man.
"Almond, and one month!" He shouted back. Rae looked at her sketch. One month to make such a large cake? I'll have to put in some major over time. Rae sighed at the though and began refining her sketch.
Temari had wanted a three-tiered square cake. Easy enough, although the base was pretty huge. Around the cake was a black ribbon design with the two village's symbols hanging down. Red for suna and green for the leaf. A tan flow of sand was going to be wrapped around the entire cake, ending up in a heart on top where the figurines would go. A cake big enough to feed 500... another sigh.
Note: Wanna suggest a story for me to write? Go ahead! I'm open to most character combination's! Read it, love it, review it... or not! LOL