Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Otherwise, Akahana would be snogging Gaara for the entire series. KYAAAA~

Woo, fourth chappie!

Everyone here is proud of Kaminari, right? :3

Well, sorry, the last chappie wasn't funny at all... Dx But I had to include it for the sake of the plot!

Thanks to all of my supporters, you make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside..

I'm thinking of a fan nickname, any ideas?

Well, enough of me talking, let's jump into the new chapter you've (hopefully...) been waiting for! ;D

"This sucks." I grumbled in front of my bathroom mirror.

My fight with Gaara yesterday was stupid. I got all emotional and stuff, and never landed a single hit. After that, Gaara swore he didn't feel anything for me, and apologized if his test made me feel uncomfortable. I just nodded and grinned.

And now, to add on to my humiliation, it was my time of the month. You know, my time of the month..

Okay, to the readers that still don't know what I'm talking about, I'm on my friggin' period. Ooohh.. Scary..

Thankfully, I had the needed supplies in my backpack, but I was going to run low very soon. I wondered if I should ask Gaara-kun where I could buy them.. Heh, imagine the look on his face!

"Gosh, Ramen. Today's my day off from training, and I don't know how to spend it. Matsuri, Kankuro, and Temari are all on missions.. Do you think I'll ever get my own team? That'd be so cool! I'd hate to be a solo ninja."

A knock at the door made me jump up and answer it.

"Hello, welcome to Taco Bell, where the bathrooms are-" I froze. "Um.. Panda-chan! What's up?"

"Hey Ayumi," Gaara said.

"Call me Aka-chan." I sniffed, causing Gaara to roll his eyes. "So.. Come inside if you like."

Gaara nodded and walked into my apartment.

"Um, make yourself at home, I don't care if you ruin anything." I said quickly.

Gaara is in my house. He's in MY house. Okay, apartment. Someone shoot me with tranquilizer before I get high and make a fool out of myself..

"Thanks." Gaara looked at me curiously, he was probably wondering..

Oh, snap. I still have my Sharpie mustache on. Darn it, Ramen! Why did you talk me into giving myself facial hair?

"Um..." My eyes widened. "I'll be right back. Feel free to do whatever!"

I ran into my bathroom and took out my special cleaning acid, wiping away the Sharpie. My face was glowing red with embarrassment.

Once I finished scrubbing myself free of Sharpie, I walked back into my main room, the living room.

"You want something to eat or drink?" I asked, unable to keep my blush down.

"No, thanks." Gaara bowed his head.

"Well then," I said, plopping myself down on the couch right next to Gaara. "What brings you here, fellow mate?"

"You're using mate now?" Gaara asked, somewhat amused.

"Did I say mate?" I giggled. "I meant.. Mat."

Omigosh. Kill. Me. Now.

"Well, anyways.." Gaara started. "I have a day off from being Kazekage. I thought I should get to know my student better."

My eyes started watering and sparkling. "Aww... I knew you'd come around and fall in love with me!" I squealed.

"Um.."

"But we should wait until we're married." I said seriously. "I don't want to take away Ramen's innocence." I held up my teddy bear.

"But-"

"And just so you know, I think adoption is the best option, mainly because it rhymes. But I can imagine adorable little Gaara's walking around and-"

"Ayumi!"

"Gaara, if you were thinking such thoughts, then you may as well call me by my first name, you know.."

Gaara took a deep breath. "I meant, I really want to get to know you. As in talk and walk around or something. Not sex."

I blushed crimson. "Really, then! I knew that!" I laughed obnoxiously. "Um.. Yeah..."

Gaara smiled in an amused way. "You're really something, you know that?"

I looked down and blushed.

Don't fangirl.. Don't fangirl...

"So what do you do around this house after training anyways?" Gaara asked as he looked around my somewhat messy apartment.

"Well.." I scurried over to my backpack, grabbing out my latest manga drawing. It depicted Temari, Kankuro, Baki, Matsuri, and Gaara-kun all happy and laughing. "This."

"Wow, you're an artist?" Gaara took the picture and examined it. "How interesting, I never would've guessed.."

"Oh, yeah." I shrugged. "My parents never really supported me, though. So I like to do my artwork in private, and I never show anyone."

"Well, you should definitely show more people." Gaara smiled. "I definitely love your art, and I've only seen one drawing."

I grinned. "Well, that's awesome to hear, thanks.."

"What else do you do, I mean, you don't draw all day, do you?"

I blushed. I definitely couldn't tell him that I spent approximately two hours a day daydreaming about Gaara-kun. I'd come off as totally creepy.

"I talk to Ramen." I held up my bear again. "He's a great listener, ever since I got him at twelve he's listened to what I have to say. He doesn't do much else, though."

"Really, now?" Gaara took Ramen into his arms. "Mind if I do something to him?"

I shook my head, but if Gaara hurt Ramen, I'd kill him.

"Close your eyes," Gaara ordered. I obeyed him, mainly because this felt so friggin' romantic! KYAA~

After a few seconds, I felt the familiar soft fabric of Ramen on my arm. I opened my eyes and looked down.

Omigosh. Ramen was moving!

"Aww, that's so cute!" I cooed, looking up at Gaara. "Now he can do more than listen!"

Gaara grinned back at me, a very tiny grin, but still there.

"Doesn't it take up too much chakra, though?" I wondered worriedly.

Gaara shook his head. "It's so natural, I don't use anything up."

"That's so cool!" I gaped in wonder. "Gosh, you're a cool guy, you know that?"

I could barely see it, but my color coordinated eyes detected the slightest hint of a blush on Gaara's cheeks.

KYAA~ I'm amazing! I made Gaara blush!

I hugged Ramen, and was delighted to feel his tiny arms attempt to wrap around me. "Aw, Ramen, you're so cute!"

I grinned at Gaara. "Should we go somewhere?"

Gaara nodded back. "Where would you like to go first?"

I thought for a moment. Hmm..

"I know! How about a bookstore?" I suggested. I don't know why I chose the bookstore, but at least it wasn't as lame as gawking over high heels and ugly jewelry.

Gaara nodded again, seeming pleased with my answer. I pleased Gaara! Take that, Matsuri! I'll be married to him in no time!

I heaved my backpack onto my body, staggering a bit before I got used to the weight. I also grabbed my notebook that I always kept in my hands for quick use.

"We're off, random Spirit of my Apartment!" I yelled before Gaara, Ramen, and I left.

Gaara gave me a weird look before continuing his walk down to the bookstore. I jogged beside him, struggling to keep up with his leisure walking pace. After a couple of minutes, we finally arrived at some place that said "Yuki' Fantastic Books".

"This is the best bookstore in Suna," Gaara nodded towards the building.

"Alright!" I cheered, skipping inside. When I got in, I gasped in awe. There were two floors, all covered with shelves containing books, magazines, mangas, and bookmarks. This must be.. Heaven.

I ran over to the nearest shelf and grabbed a thick book. I flipped it open, but my face dropped with realization. Everything here was in Japanese.

Ramen sat on my shoulder, tilting his head at my disappointment.

"What's wrong?" Gaara asked form behind me.

"Everything's in Japanese," I said.

"So?"

Oh, that's right. Everyone expects me to understand it. I hate being so stupid.

"Well, I can't really.. Understand it.." I trailed off awkwardly.

"You don't know Japanese?" Gaara asked in shock.

"No." I stated flatly.

"Well, I can teach you," he offered.

My face lit up brighter than the sun on crack. "R-Really?" I gasped. "You'd do that?"

"Sure." Gaara nodded. "See, this book here says '101 Ways to Seduce.. a.. Kazekage..'" Gaara blinked.

"Well," I giggled, clutching the book to my chest, "I'm definitely getting this one!"

"No, you aren't." Gaara huffed, taking the book out of my arms and placing it on a shelf out of reach. "Find something appropriate."

"Yes, father.." I sighed. "This place has hentai, right?"

The look on Gaara's face was priceless.

"I'm kidding!" I laughed. "I just need some something horror."

"Horror? You never struck me as the type." Gaara admitted.

"Hey, don't I look like a person who enjoys a sadistic hour to herself?" I defended.

"Nope."

"Geez, I knew I shoulda' worn my black headband today.." I grumbled.

"Horror stories are downstairs, I'll show you where." Gaara said.

"Okay!" I hopped on Gaara's back. "You have the honor of carrying me there!" I told him.

"Get off."

"No."

"Off."

"No."

"Omigosh, it's Kazekage-sama!" About a million different voices screamed girlishly. I turned my head to see hundreds of fangirls attempting to hide behind one very small shelf.

"Balls." I cursed, and hopped off of Gaara-kun's back. "It would seem that our work here is done, Kazekage-sama," I said respectively with a bow. "I hope to see you later."

"Wait, where are you going?" Gaara-kun asked me.

"Well, you can deal with your fangirls alone." I snickered. "I'm going to buy ice cream, what flavor would you like?"

"Mint," Gaara muttered before planning his escape from the anticipating girls. I quickly dashed out the library, heading for the ice cream parlor down the street.

"Kazekage-sama!"

"Gaara-kun, marry me!"

"I love you!"

"Wait, don't go!"

I rolled my eyes as I got out my pitiful amount of money. I was planning to save most of it for art supplies, but I doubted this place had prismacolors and copics anyways.

"Hello," I flashed the store owner a grin.

"Hello, welcome to Ching Chong's Chocolate Chompies, how can I help you?" a voice with a thick accent replied.

In front of me was a man with a thin, droopy mustache, beady eyes, and toothy grin. I liked him immediately.

"Yeah, um, I'd like to order-"

"Oh, you want to ordah?"

"Yes, a strawberry-"

"Oh, hallo, little bear!" The owner said suddenly. Ramen jumped off my shoulder and onto the counter, offering his paw to the.. Guy.

"A strawberry ice cream and a mint ice cream!" I yelled suddenly. Geez, this guy was annoying.

"Oh, you want to ordah ice cream? Strawberry and mint, you say? Coming right up, little garl!"

By the time I got the ice cream, I was seething with rage. "Thank you," I managed as I handed over twenty ryō.

"Good-bye, garlie! Good-bye, Mr. Bear!"

I walked back to the bookstore, licking my ice cream and wondering if Gaara-kun managed to lose his fangirls.

"Um, excuse me!" a female voice exclaimed from my right.

I turned over to see a redhead with many pretty blue barrettes in her short hair.

"Hi, do you need anything?" I smiled politely, but inside I was screaming at myself for not having red hair, like her.

"Oh, you see, I'm new here, a recent citizen." the girl shifted awkwardly, her deep blue eyes reflecting anxiety. "I'm afraid I'm not to good at making friends, and-"

"Say no more!" I interrupted, assuming my regal power stance. "The Queen of Awesomeness is friends with all!"

"Really?" the girl smiled. "I'm Aiko Fuyumi, but if you like, you may call me Fuyumi-chan,"

"Well, I'm Ayumi Akahana, but you can call me anything you like, except Aka-chan, since only my beloved Gaara-kun may call me that." I grinned. "Nice to meetcha'."

"The pleasure is all mine." Fuyumi-chan smiled. "You said beloved Gaara-kun.. Do you mean Kazekage-sama?"

"Of course! The one and only, Suna's top bachelor!" I jumped up and let out a fangirlish giggle.

"I've met him when he accepted me into citizenship," Fuyumi-chan smiled. "He was extremely kind, and he seemed very intelligent."

"Yup, my Gaara-kun is the most intelligent of them all!" I boasted, before devouring my ice cream cone. Now Gaara needs to get here, because his ice cream dripped a puddle all over the dusty ground.

Fuyumi giggled softly. "Is it all right to call the Kazekage Gaara-kun?" she asked.

"Nope, only for me."

"Really, Ayumi, where do you come up with these things?" I heard a familiar deep voice sigh from behind me.

"Gaara-kun!" I whirled around, ecstatic for a second before getting mad. "I had to go through hell to get your ice cream, and now it's as lifeless as a corpse in a neon pink tundra!"

"Forgive me, Ayumi." Gaara bowed his head. "But it wasn't my fault.."

"Well, I'll make it your fault!" I said.

"Um.. Hello again.. Kazekage-sama." Fuyumi-chan bowed respectively.

"Greetings, Aiko-san." Gaara smiled and bowed. Um, why don't I get -san added to my last name?

"Oh, you guys must really know each other," I forced a smile, before a sharp, piercing cramp formed in my stomach. "But, I, uh.. Gotta go!"

"How come?" Fuyumi asked.

I gave her a look that I knew for a fact she'd understand.

"Oh!" she nodded knowingly after seeing my desperate face. "I understand, go ahead. I'll keep the Kazekage company. Goodbye!"

I nodded wordlessly before heading home as fast as my cramped insides would let me.

Annnnndd... that's the end of Chappie No. Fourzies!

Just so you guys know, I was extremely exhausted writing this chapter, so it sucked to NO END OMIGOSH I AM SO ASHAMED TO PUBLISH THIS!

What do y'all think of Fuyumi? Personally, I hate her.

Hee hee.. But she plays an important role in the story, so.. I need to keep her in as a new OC to move the plot forward. :D

Well, thanks a ton for the support you guys give me! Again..

Well, I guess that's it for now?

Buh-Bye!

-Princess Kaminari

Next Time on Sand vs ...Bubbles?

"Go away!"

"Blight, you're back!"

"Ayumi, where the hell were you?"

"It is extremely disrespectful to lie to your sensei and Kazekage, Ayumi.. Or should I say Blight?"