Another little drabble for Desert.moon. this one's been playing around in my head for a while. I thought it might be fun to do soooooo here it is :D
--Partner--
"Takara."
The brunette looked up in surprise to see Gaara. In fact, she was so surprised that she almost dropped her groceries.
"Ga…Kazakage-sama!!"
She bowed, calling him by his title as she always did in public, almost dumping out the contents of her bags. She had been very surprised at his sudden appearance; she wasn't used to that, as she was normally the one surprising him. Suddenly, the weight of her parcels was lifted from her arms.
"Oh, no, Kazakage-sama, it's ok, I can carry them."
"I want to."
Takara knew by now that whenever Gaara, Kazakage of Suna, said he wanted to do something, it happened. So, slightly reluctantly, she handed her bags over to the redhead.
The walk back to the shadow master's home was mostly silent. Takara had been Gaara's personal assistant for a year and a half now, so their silence was normally just one of two friends content with simply being in each other's presence.
But today, something was bothering the Kage; Takara could FEEL it. He fidgeted with the bags and kept looking at everything but her. That had been another thing she had gotten used to. Whether it was because of her odd behavior or just the fact that most of the time Gaara could never really see her, the Kazekage watched her a lot. At first, it unnerved the young woman, but she had soon grown accustomed to it and even started enjoying it. His ever-watching eyes made her feel safe.
But now those seafoam eyes wandered all over the place, As if trying to avoid her, yet at the same time, think of something to say. Once they reached Takara's apartment, the brunette took the food from Gaara.
"Is something bothering you, Gaara-san?"
He shrugged and walked toward her balcony. It overlooked the city and was only a block away from his office; in fact, you could see it s green roof peeping over the other buildings. Takara came and stood next to him. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"I do have a problem, actually."
"Oh? What happened? Temari bothering you again?"
He paused as if thinking of the right words. "Sort of..." His fingers were twitching now, ever so slightly. Takara had never seen him like this before; it was kind of scary. "I..." His voice cracked, even scarier; Takara wasn't sure if she should stay and hear him out or run for her life to find a doctor. Gaara coughed as if coming to terms with himself. "I wanted to know if you were interested in being my partner."
"I am yo--"
"For life."
"EEEEEE?"