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If you have not read Wild One go back and read that story first! Now, this is only a side fic and it does not follow any sort of timeline from Wild One. The chapters for this side piece will be short and in no particular order! Don't forget that! This chapter, for example, is after Gaara becomes Kazekage, so obviously there has been a time skip. In this chapter there will also be a POV change just before the middle.
Okay everyone here it is! And a big thanks to RedTora who was not only the 100th reviewer, but also the first person to review for Wild One! I don't own Naruto. This chapter has been rewritten: 3-15-2013
"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea."
-Robert A. Heinlein
Chapter 1: Gaara and the Kitten
"Please," I begged shamelessly.
Gaara's pale eyes didn't even bother to lift from the scroll he was reading. "No."
I leaned over the kitchen table and stared at him with wide, watery eyes, and stuck my bottom lip out in a pout. "Please, Gaara?"
He gave my sullen expression a bored look. "No, " he said, flipping over the paper he'd been reading.
Irritated, I put my hands on my hips and huffed. "Gaara!"
Turning another page he grunted, "No."
A vein in my forehead started to pound. "Well why the hell not!?"
"Hn," he muttered.
"Gaara that is not an answer! Hell, that's not even a word!"
We had been going at it like this for nearly two hours. For two miserable hours this frustrating, one-sided argument had been going on, and I was still no closer to winning. Although, neither was he.
"Sabaku no Gaara, you give me one damn good reason why we can't keep her!" I all but shouted, my voice heavy with exasperation.
He looked at me through half-lidded eyes; appearing to be in no hurry to answer my question.
"Well, I'm waiting!" I stood tall, looking down my nose at him. This is getting ridiculous. He has to give in eventually, right…?
"I don't want a cat in the house, just get rid of it. I don't care where you take her so long as you get that thing out of here," he grumbled, finally relenting under my glare.
Right then was when the greatest idea of my life struck me. Oh yes, I was going down in the history books for this one. Quite possibly just for the footnote of the impending massacre, but I digress, history was in the making, and I was going to be a part of it. In fact I was about to be the catalyst…
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Sighing, I ran a hand roughly through my short, reddish-brown hair. It had been a long and grueling battle the night before, but it was finally over…Thank the sands it was over. I tiredly sipped from the mug of coffee that Kida had given me earlier this morning, along with some breakfast; before she had slipped off to spend her day with Shadow. Strange, that she would make me anything at all after the fight we'd had last night. I walked into my office, and absent-mindedly had my sand flick on the lights.
I've always admired Kida's ability to stand up to me, against my better judgment. Much like one might admire a sandstorm on the horizon before going inside and closing the door behind you. Sliding the lock into place just to be safe. It may be beautiful from a distance, but it can be hazardous to your health if you're not careful.
Although, yesterday was not one of the times that I approved of her fighting spirit. Last night was one of those rare occasions that I just wanted to throw her from the house, and lock her out. But knowing, Kida, she would eventually find a way back in, and then I'd be in real trouble.
Sighing, I stopped in the middle of my office, and stared into my dark mug. If my father had known that his own son, the monster of Suna, was capable of dreading what a civilian girl could do to him, he would roll over in his grave. The stray thought sent a smile to my lips, and I hid it behind another sip of coffee.
Though I had to admit, the fight had ended rather…suddenly…too suddenly. If I were a weaker man, I would have been frightened by the gleam that was in her eyes. She usually wears a more demure expression when she admits to being wrong. Suspicion plucked at my nerves, and set my shoulders to tensing. Trying to brush off the ominous turning in my gut I picked up the stack of papers from the corner of my desk.
Normally, I would have just killed the furry pest to end the argument earlier, but she had been clutching the disease ridden little thing to her chest. There were times when her attitude drove me mad, but I wouldn't change her for the world. Without that fiery spark she wouldn't be my Kida, and then who knew where I would be?
I sat with a sigh. No, I would never-
Meowrrrawr!
"Damn it!" I jumped back up, spilling coffee onto the papers now scattered across my desk. Spinning around I faced the hideous ball of tawny fuzz sitting in my seat. What the hell? What is that thing doing in my chair?
It scowled at me with a pair of narrowed, golden, eyes that somehow still managed to bulge from their sockets. Its mangled ears were pinned flat against its scruffy head, and an oversized bottle-brush tail swished back and forth.
Dear gods, that thing is ugly.
"Why are you here?" I asked the monstrosity sitting in my chair. I looked around the room half expecting to see Kida. It was then that I noticed what appeared to be a cat dish sitting on top of a folded note on my desk. I picked up the little clay bowl and felt my eye start to twitch as I read the name painted in yellow on the inside.
Sandy.
That girl has got to be out of her damned mind. I put the bowl back down and grabbed for the note, all but tearing it open in my haste. This had better be some kind of a joke…
Dear Gaara,
I have done what you asked and found the cat a new home. You said yourself that you didn't care where I took her, so long as I got her out of the house. Well, here she is. I'd like to introduce you to the Kazekage office's new cat, Sandy! Now, as Kazekage you have to be a man of your word, so don't you try getting out of this one! Oh, and I'll know if you do something to her, so don't even try it!
P.S.
I won't be back until I'm sure you've calmed down, so don't bother coming home to "get me". Remember, you're the one who said she couldn't live with us, so there's no one to blame but yourself. I love you, and I'll be home in a couple of days, bye!
Love, Kida.
I stood there, rereading the short note in stunned disbelief until I felt something rub against my leg. Startled, I looked down to see the hideous little beast, Sandy, weaving through my legs, purring. I watched in stunned silence as the little cat with missing patches of fur looked up at me with its watery eyes and mewed pathetically, kneading at the carpet all the while.
How did she- When did I say- What am I gonna do with-
Throwing my head up to the ceiling, I moaned. Why me…? Why her…? Why me!?
Well what did you guys think? I know Gaara was a little OOC, but you've got to imagine that after a few years with Kida she's bound to rub of on him at least a little. Besides I want this fic to be on a slightly lighter note than Wild One is. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and if so feel free to review.
