Food fit for a KING

Chapter two:

I looked up and there she was! That arrogant girl, how dare she just walk in like she owned the place. I had gotten her the job and this is how she repayed me? I jumped to my feet and stormed over to her. She looked to me only to gasp as I grabbed her by the neck and held her hard against the door. Gasping, she looked down at me with surprize, as if she didn't understand how I could be doing this.

"Why are you in here…"

Her shakey hand lightly put the plate of food in front of me. I glowered at it before taking it and dropping her. I watched as she sat there gasping for air, holding her neck and rubbing it lightly. I looked at the meet, bread, and greens on the plate. I snatched the bread and walked back to my bed.

"Oh no! You're eating the other stuff too!" I stopped. What did she just say to me. Turning I eyed her as she grasped the plate and put in in my opposite hand. I glared at the food and put it back in her hands. She shoved it back in my hands. Frustration flaring, I looked at her, ready to snap her in half and find a new chef, one less dumb. Did she honestly think this was a good idea! She was dealing with me!

"Meat and veggitables too! I've seen what that lady used to feed this family, and I won't allow it. My brothers eat this same stuff too! It's delicious and better for you than just bread. Now you can threaten to kill me all you want but damnit you're going to eat your greens!" She put her hands on her hips and gave me a look I'll never forget. Fear was flickering, but determination was keeping it at bay as she kept her footing. With a flick of my hand, my sand wrenched her up off her feet and brought her to my face. I could see the fear triple in her eyes.

"You're afraid of me" I hissed through bites of my bread as I held her in my sand.

"No, I'm not afraid of you! Why would I be afraid of a brat who won't eat his veggitables!" I threw her. I didn't even think to see what he reaction was for that. The plate was laid on my bed as my sand snatched up the limp body of Kimi and flung her against the door. She groaned and laid against it.

"Get out" I snarled. She slowly limped to get up before opening the door.

"You're still a brat Gaara!" She stated before exiting, shutting the door behind her. Huffing, I turned to my bed where the plate sat. Taking the fork on it, I stabbed the long like green things and stuffed them in my mouth. I'd show her I wasn't a brat! No little green disgrace to food was going to label me a brat! Only, when I put them in my mouth, I found them great. Damn her! But those were delicious there were small lean onions with almonds, they tasted like butter and salt with almond silk that took over my mouth. If she served these to me all the time, I'd eat her stupid veggitables… not that I'd tell her that!

XX

"What was I thinking" I whispered, gasping for my breath as I leaned against the wall in the hall. I knew he was just a wall away and could probably hear me, but I didn't care! Well, I did, I did care because I didn't want him to come out and choke me again. No wonder the others said this was the worst job in Suna. You have to work for that monster!

What a horrid boy with a horrendous attitude and matching temper. Sticking my tongue out at the door, I slowly slipped from the wall and limped down the stairs. My whole body ached and now I just wanted to go home and see my family that actually liked me.

But first I had to talk with the kazekage about that traitorous old hag that sent me up there. I realize now, that this was not something Gaara had done to him a lot. That old witch was so dead when I got in the kitchen, that and those two gossiping bumble heads that sat on the counters and watched me slave over the food. Just because you're 'only a server' doesn't mean your hands can't help the littlest like by maybe putting food on the plate. Damn them, they were so gone if I didn't punch their lights out first. The next words that come from their lips I was going to zip their lips for them.

See those are the thoughts that get me in trouble. My inability to keep my mouth shut at inappropriate times, my fists that can't stay unclenched, and this need to mother broken things. Once when I was little I found a snake bleeding and trying to escape traffic.

I picked it up and took it home. I nursed it back to health in my bath tub while my brothers and father were away to the hospital. My Uncles didn't even bother to check in my bathroom, they have their own. For a week, I kept this snake, fed it, and washed it lightly when it was asleep. Eventually it grew back to normal health. Then, like most snakes, it realized that it was a snake and bit me before slithering from the house. I never saw it again, but I was in the hospital for a week because I had to baby this thing to life. And of course I was the youngest but only girl in my family.

Finally down to the bottom of the stairs, I gulped for air and kept a blank face as I walked into the dinning hall like nothing hurt and nothing had happened. I was welcomed by the sound of happy eating .

"I see you enjoy your meal?" I asked.

"Oh yea, you're staying… she's going" Kankuro spoke through a full mouth. With a smile, I nodded and took my leave, not even needing to talk to them. I had proven my worth over that wicked old hag. The minute the kitchen door was closed behind me, I put my smile away. The three conspiritors sat at the back table, eyeing me. I strode to the sink and began to wash dishes. I hummed to myself and didn't speak. Tension was rushing through the room and I was loving it. Finally I broke it as I dried my hands.

"You know, Gaara was grateful for me to bring him his food personally. He was so happy that I brought him his food, he asked me to stay and talk to him when I brought it to him" I grinned at them, "I told him everything I heard today, he seemed really interested in what I heard you all call him. I told him how I couldn't believe what you three would call him, because I think he's a doll. He couldn't believe what you called him either…" with that I pulled out the cake from the fridge and walked out into the dinning hall, grinning to myself. Much better than punching them in the face.

"Cake anyone?" I asked, and instantly they all brightened up, looking at me like hungry wolves. I put it down and began to cut slices. I made exactly enough before taking the whole thing back and putting it in the fridge. The three were gone.

"Kimi… are you joining us?" Kankuro asked when I came back for the fourth plate.

"No… it's for Gaara…" I smiled and began walking for the stairs. This time I knew exactly what to do. I was going to play ding-dong-ditch the cake in front of Gaara's door and run as fast as I could.

So I planned it out. I grabbed a small candle table from the floor below, my body beginning to recover from the harsh throwing around. When I got to his floor I placed it in the middle of the hall, put the plate ontop with my note I had written while coming up. Smiling at my presentation, I readied myself.

"1... 2.…3" I banged my fist on the door and darted for the stairs. I skidded around the corner and fell on my rear in my rather graceful skid as his door ripped open. I peeked around the corner to see him with the plate. He was shoveling the meat in his mouth as he looked around darkly. Then he saw the cake and eyed it.

"come on take it" I whispered under my breath as he put his plate in his room then walked to the plate. On it was my note, that I saw him read before I began to tip-toe down the stairs with a giant grin on my face. Day one and I survived. Now to go make some supper for my family, take a long hot bath, and sleep forever until breakfast.

XX

'Next time, it'll be on the dinning room table waiting for you. This is the last time I'm bringing you food.

-Kimi'

I scowled but snatched up the cake and placed it on my dresser. I walked away and sat on my bed, ripping up the note. Who did she think she was? Who did she think she was fooling, she was a servant, a chef for me and my family. She didn't have the right! But as I sat there tearing up the note, I could only rip up the edges around her words, keeping them intact. Her name was burning in my eyes, I knew why though. I was furious with her! She infuriated me. Kimi was a nuisance but necessary. Her food was delicious, I had finished the whole plate and I wanted more. I would have appeared in the kitchen to get more if it didn't mean meeting her in there. That would be demeaning. Never would I let her have the satisfaction that she was good. The more I sat there thinking about her food, the more I could feel the presence of the cake.

My mouth was watering and I hated this feeling.

"Damn you!" I cursed but jumped to my feet and grabbed the cake. Taking the fork I stabbed it and put it in my mouth. Instantly a noise erupted through my throat, and I ate it slowly. Taking each bite in and loving it more and more I ate it. It was soft and sweet and cherry flavored with chocolate frosting and a honey flakey crust. It didn't taste bought, it had to be home made. It was so delicious, I couldn't help eating it all. Mother Damchi never made us cake, she always left my food by my door and didn't care if it was hot or cold, but Kimi's food. Oh, despite the fact I wanted to anialate her, I had to have her make me my meals for the rest of my day.

I would sew her mouth shut and she would serve me for the rest of my life. I put the plate down and told myself to take it to the kitchen when she left, so I could avoid her completely. It was dark enough now… I could go sit on the roof.

As I shifted my seat on the roof, I heard the front doors open and voices flooded.

"Where did you get this recipe?"

"My mother, she was the baker in the family I learned everything from her. But I must get going, my family still needs food."

"Well, good-night Kimi, see you in the morning" Temari spoke as the body of Kimi began to walk from the house. I couldn't help but watch where she was going. She held her bag and her jacket against her skin as she looked around and darted for her house. I watched carefuly, making sure to memorize where she lived. She had told us she lived in the town, but didn't tell us where because she didn't think we needed to worry. It was all written on her resume. That's when I saw her escape down a long alley and turn left to one of our condo homes and go all the way up to the top where she opened the lit door. Men of all sizes came out and hugged her talking to her. I strained to hear but I couldn't hear.

How did someone like her have all those men in her house. Then again, she did tell us she had brothers, uncles, and her father living in her house. Sighing to myself, I looked up to the moon, feeling calmer than I had all that day. If her food wasn't worth it, that girl wouldn't have lasted the night, she frustrates me so much. Thankfully I and my siblings have a mission tomorrow after breakfast, I won't have to deal with her.

Author Notes: I hope you enjoyed the second chapter, and I enjoy and helpful criticism if you have any, and I can answer any questions you have. =)