If anyone is wondering, the title is just randomness…and now I need to put clouds or moonlight in every chapter. And if anyone is wondering, this entire chapter is just randomness. Yay for temporary loss of sanity! ... In my case, permanent loss.

Disclaimer: Let me think…uh, no, nope, nuh-uh, no.

3; Our Anniversary

"Kimiko-chan, I am so proud of you." Confused, the brunette looked up at the grinning blonde standing over her.

"Um, what for, Temari-sempai?" The younger girl racked her brain for any possible reason she should be deserving of congratulation.

"Hasn't it been three months? You know, since you slapped some sense into my little brother." Still Kimiko sat with a blank look on her face. "It's your three-month anniversary with Gaara! Well, tomorrow is."

"So?" Three months. She counted backwards. Three months ago she'd kissed him. The next month was pretty shaky, then they'd kind of reunited…three weeks later she gave him his birthday present and they started going out more. Yeah, three months.

"So, you poor clueless girl, three months is like a big deal in a relationship. I bet he's planning something special for tomorrow night. Then again, it is Gaara…" Temari stopped and thought, then shook her head. "He's probably as clueless as you. Good luck with that!"

Temari had a habit of talking a lot, then disappearing. Kimiko scratched her head and wondered if this really was important. If it was, she should do something. Then again, it was kind of late.

She walked to the Kazekage's office, unusual for her, since she was impatient and impossibly fast, a bad combination. Today she took her time. Kankurou was just leaving the office, and grinned at her as she knocked on the door.

Uh oh…The last time he'd put on that face, he had told Gaara to serenade her. What other bad ideas did he have for their anniversary?

"Come in," Gaara said distantly. She tried to think of what to say. What was there to say?

"Hey, your sister told me we have to do something romantic, so it's your responsibility now."

Or…

"Did you know it's our three month anniversary?"

"No."

Or…

"Do you want to do something tomorrow night?"

"Can't, you have a twenty-four hour mission, starting now."

"Kimiko-chan," his voice always brought her attention to his face, his piercing eyes. "I wanted to talk to you. Let's have dinner tomorrow night." He never asked her, it was like a command…one that she would gladly obey.

"Um, yeah…sure." Smooth. At least he wanted to do something. It was more than she had hoped for.

"I'll pick you up at 6." Feeling dismissed, she left through the window, as was her habit, and settled on the rooftop, wondering whether he had a surprise planned and torturing herself as she did so, the suspense deadly.

Kimiko's List of Possible Surprises from Gaara

1. A gift. Like a break from never-ending missions. Or roses…I hope not.

2. A kiss in public. (We've only ever kissed when no one is watching…a kiss is private!) If he does, it's like saying 'You're officially my girlfriend now.' Yikes, commitment.

3. Dinner at some fancy restaurant. I don't have anything to wear!

4. Sex. Gasp.

5. Marriage.

6. Bringing my parents back from the dead.

7. A one-eyed, one-horned flying purple people eater.

Why did she torture herself so? She didn't sleep that night, and instead of visiting Gaara, who hardly slept either, she stayed in her room, lonely and miserable.

The next morning, her eyes were bloodshot, bagged and blinky when facing light. She almost left her room, but instead she stayed in all day getting ready for that night. He hadn't said to dress fancy…but he didn't really care about those kinds of things, and it had probably slipped his mind.

If they were going somewhere nice. If they were doing anything at all. Grrr…

Ah, the dilemma of semi-formal dress. What could she possibly wear? What was formal, and therefore too formal? What was semi, and therefore too casual? It took her every second of the day to decide what to wear…

When Gaara arrived, he didn't look too fancy either. But he never did. She was overanalysing. Why couldn't her mind just shut up?!?!

Dinner was completely normal. Of course she did most of the talking, as always, but she couldn't work up the courage to say anything about their supposed anniversary. He walked her home, and after a kiss goodbye, he turned to leave.

"Is that it?" she called after him. She just couldn't take it anymore. "No surprises?" If she didn't ask then, she wouldn't sleep, thinking he might burst in with some romantic endeavour.

"Why would there be?" he replied coolly. Damnit, did he even know?

"It's our three-month anniversary!" she exploded, not really yelling but not at her regular volume either. Gaara looked back at her, and if he had eyebrows, Kimiko knew one would be up in puzzlement.

"So?" he answered, and the weight of her own stupidity hit her. That had been her own reply to Temari. She could hear herself saying it…she was much saner then. How she missed her sanity. "I didn't think you cared about those things."

And she'd thought he cared. Which was utterly foolish of her, considering he was Sabaku no Gaara.

"I don't," she whispered, relieved, then louder. "I don't. I don't care at all." Gaara walked back to her, his eyes unreadable and blank. Then he tilted her chin up and kissed her. Kimiko entwined her fingers with his, loving the feel of his warm, gentle touch. With her other hand she reached up to take his neck, but he pulled away and left. Without even a word.

God, he was frustratingly wonderful.

"Happy Anniversary," his voice sounded from the darkness of the night. The clouds slid from the moon, lighting a scene that was not, perhaps, the most romantic anniversary she could imagine; it was unique, and it was perfect.

O.o

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