Food Fit For A KING

Chapter Eight:

I tried not to know any of my father's stupid associates. If I knew them, I could put a name to the face of the person, and when I put a name to their face, it made it harder to forget them. The men and women who, in my father's defense, would have assassins try to kill me over and over again as a child. The men and women who would have me executed if that were an option at all.

Despite my efforts, I couldn't help but notice this one person that stood out to me. This man was new, someone that didn't fit in with the others. He was tall and lanky, pale ghostly white with black hair and snake eyes. Temari, Kankuro, and I stood outside the office, awaiting our next mission, watching this man walk up the hall and dissappear into my father's office. Glaring right at his retreating figure, my arms crossed and back against the cool wall, I kept from saying anything about him. It wasn't needed, my siblings could see it too. Kankuro was itching to turn and walk away, standing like he had ants in his pants.

"Snake" Kankuro hissed under his breath, watching the man shut the door behind him. For weeks, even before Kimi arrived, he had been coming in and out of the office, talking with my father behind closed doors. It was hard to know what, but it couldn't be anything morally right. People were afraid of me, and called me a demon, a monster, but this guy… there was something wrong about him. Something that would rival the beast in me. He had even been at the party last night, I was sure he was there just sitting and eating in silence. I looked to Kankuro who made a face, spat on the floor and stormed off towards his room. I then looked to Temari shaking her head, before looking at me in the eyes.

"You smell it too… Soil, blood, and death… he's a grave robber, I'd stake my life on it" She made a gesture with her hands and spat on the ground as well before turning towards the hallway around her right shoulder. She turned to leave for the library. I eyed the doors, trying to imagine what they could be discussing. What could this man be doing in Suna. I turned and avoided the spit on the ground before walking towards the kitchen. Spitting at the sight of evil or a demon was a superstition of my village, many times when I would walk by, I would hear people spitting on the dirt and see them making hand signs. Spitting and making a cross with ones hands is a gesture to keep the evil from possessing you. But… I'm already evil, no need to ward off evil, no more evil could take over me. ( ok hes depressed in this chapter)

I walked down the stairs and around the corner to the dinning room where Kimi was picking up bags of groceries and taking them to the kitchen. She stopped instantly at the sight of me. I stood in the doorway of the dinning room, arms crossed and shoulder leaning against the frame of the doorway. It had only been last night since she had "decorated" my room with paint. I had servants wash the whole room so that I could actually go back in.

"Good morning… Gaara" She whispered, turning and quickly walking towards the kitchen. I followed her. I pushed open the kitchen door and stood in the doorway, watching her put the bag on the counter. Cocking my head to the side, I saw her unload flour, eggs, and other basic things. What was she making, bread? I stepped inside the kitchen more, switching to the counter with the sink. I stood lightly against it, leaning my hip against it and sat my gourd on the ground.

"Gaara, can I help you?" She asked sheepishly. I looked at her in the eyes, and could tell she was petrified of me. I could ride this out, make her feel horrible and practically kill her with guilt and fear of revenge, but I wasn't angry at her right now. My father and his double dealings are the only things I don't like at this moment. Kimi's prank seems too unimportant to think about when i have other things to worry about. What were him and that demon talking about right now? I focused my gaze to the present and noticed Kimi was looking at me in fear.

"I'm not going to kill you" I spoke, turning my eyes out the window over the sink. I stared out into the garden. Our garden was full of desert flowers and trees, things that didn't have to be waited on hand and foot, but still cared for every other day. But today, there were large storm clouds, and light rain was sprinkling now and then. This was the silence before the storm, the quiet before the monster attacked. Monsoon season was the one season I hated the most. I let my eyes wander back to Kimi who exited the kitchen then brought in more bags. I watched her from the corner of my eyes as she did about three trips then finally had enough supplies. She caught my eye putting down the last bag, and I kept her in my gaze for a while before I broke the silence.

"Making a lot of somethings?" I asked. She looked to her bags then smiled and nodded.

"Your father told me you three are going to the Chunnin exams tomorrow, so I figured we should have a party. I'm making a special cherry torte cake, Honey dumplings, Coconut Rice, andchocolate bread pudding with spiced tea." Her face lit up, talking about it as she pulled out a giant mixing bowl from the cabinet. I leaned back against the counter and watched her pull out a giant basket of cherries that she placed on the counters as she began to put in flour and eggs into the giant bowl.

Without warning, I crossed the kitchen to her side and stole a cherry right out of the big basket. Kimi stopped what she was doing to turn to me as I was popping off the stem and chewing greedily on the cherry.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"Eating a cherry" I retorted.

"Those are for the cake"

"And?" I snickered, attempting to take another, but her hand grabbed the basket and yanked it towards her, spilling a few on the counter.

"If you're going to be in here, be of some use and turn on the bread iron…" She jabbed her finger to the large metallic thing on the other counter. I eyed it before looking to her. What did we need a giant iron for? What would it do for bread?

"If you must know, it's for the dumplings, it flattens them out in seconds flat and cooks the bread a bit so that you don't boil them as long, and that keeps the honey from caramelizing in it. Now go turn it on," She answered my questioning face before turning back to her bowl. I smirked, realizing she wasn't terrified of me at that moment.

When it came to her food, I guess, she figured the food was more important than any fear she had. I turned from the counter and walked over to the iron and stopped dead at the other counter. I stared at the long, iron plate in the shape of a tennis racket, just mocking me because I couldn't figure it out. I saw the plug and plugged it in the wall, but it didn't seen to do anything. At the risk of looking idiotic, I looked around it for a switch, or a button, or something that told me it was getting hot. I was getting frustrated, picking it up and looking around it when a soft hand grabbed mine and forced me to put the plate down.

I watched in amazement as Kimi put it down on the counter and went to the plug and hit a button on the plug. Instantly, a red light on the plate went on. Kimi smiled at me, as if she had won a prize, before seeing me and putting away that smile. I glowered at her and turned to go get a cherry that I had clearly earned. Stupid bread Iron.

I grasped a cherry, and saw out of the corner of my eye, the kitchen door open.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Kimi spoke up, turning to the door. That's when I saw the man standing there in all his snake like glory, the associate from early that my siblings spat at the floor for. The man that my father was double dealing with was in my kitchen, walking in the one place I didn't want him other than my room.

"Yes… I was wondering if I could speak to you, miss Kimi… alone" He cocked a brow at me. Rolling my eyes, I left the cherry there on the counter and walked past the fridge and down the kitchen to the door. I stopped, hand on the door as the man strode up to Kimi. Anger and hate boiled in my body watching them talk. What was this feeling growing in my stomach and chest as he leaned in close and spoke to her at level. I could see Kimi wasn't happy either, she was leaning away. I saw my gourd and walked to it, grabbing it an yanking it onto my back.

I didn't want to be around that guy in the least. I turned, walking angrily towards the door, hand about to push my way out when I turned for one last look. That's all I needed, for Kimi was red, glaring, and I smirked lightly to myself. Oh, this man was going to get it. Not a moment after I thought it, Kimi's hand was wrapped around the bread iron and she swung hard, catching the snake man off guard. With a sickening thawk, she threw the iron back on the counter and shoved past the man holding his face in pain.

"I don't care who you are! If you ever talk like that to me again, I swear that next time that iron will be fire hot and I'll beat you till your face is nothing but a pancake!" Kimi snapped, storming in my direction and stopping right in front of me. "He makes you look like a fucking rainbow" She cursed and pushed the door and stormed past me. With a smirk, I shot him a smug look and followed after her. I think I found the one thing she hates more than me, and I was cherishing it!

XX
I sat at the dinning room table, laying my head in rest as the three stood there talking with Baki. My whole body ached and I wanted to just crash. Maybe all this work was catching up to me? I let out a sigh and heard the sound of a bottle full of pills slide across the table and felt the cool bottle as it ran into my arm. Lifting my head slightly, I cocked a brow at Temari standing at the other end, shaking a drug store bag at me. I looked down to the bottle of pills before sighing, remembering our conversation the other night. Nodding to her, I accepted the pills and pulled them into my arms before resting my head again.

All that sugar did not help me in the least. I was pretty much dead tired. We had eaten it all, the torte, the honey dumplings, everything. I had a sugar high for maybe two hours as Temari and I cranked music and danced on the table like fools while the boys sat and ate the leftovers and downed the rest of the spiced tea. They had far more stamina than I.

Baki came over right as I was crashing; I didn't have the energy to go and get his saved portions out of the fridge so I allowed him to go in my kitchen alone. Yawning, I rolled my head onto my bicep and crossed my ankles and settled into my body heat. The soothing sounds of rain pelting the house and the gentle flow of the ninja's words were going to lull me into sleep if I didn't try and wake up. I was going to pass out in front of them, and it would be Okay in front of Temari and Kankuro, but I didn't dare sleep around Gaara. The sound of footsteps grew louder as they came near me. A soft hand touched my shoulder and sand lifted up under my arms and lifted my shoulder. Blinking tiredly, I didn't even notice who was touching me, but I did notice Temari leaning over the table to look at me.

"Kimi… do you want to come with us to the Chunnin exams?" Temari asked, looking at me. I smiled that giant tired grin of mine and let out a small laugh. I felt completely slap happy

"Sure! When are we going?" I giggled. My brain was running on tired gas, and it felt like my body was going asleep but somehow my mind was still conscious of what they were saying. Just because I understood them doesn't mean my mouth or voice was responding the way it should.

"What did that sugar do to her?" Kankuro joked to Temari as I giggled and let my head fall to the side. Sand raced and helped hold my head up. For a moment it didn't even phaze me, till I turned my head and went wide eyed to Gaara looking down at me with a curious look. I blinked, then looked to Temari, as if I didn't have Gaara's hand on my shoulder and sand holding up my head.

"We leave tomorrow morning… I know it's sudden but we would enjoy having you there with us" Temari rolled her eyes at Kankuro and smiled at me.

"Oh…" I closed my eyes and for a moment, letting it set in. When what they were saying finally set in, my brain went into double time. I jumped up from my chair, ripping from Gaara's grip.

"Oh crap! I have to pack! I have to warn my siblings, I… I need to get my stuff" I grasped the pill jar off the table and ran for the kitchen. I shoved open the door and rushed down all the way to the table at the end of the kitchen. Grasping up my bag, I threw my apron onto the counter, shut the fridge, locked the cabinets and closed the back door then locked it and the window. Finally calm enough to take a breath, I walked out of the kitchen and saw them looking at me with suspicious eyes.

"Where should I meet you, and when?" I asked, trying to be smooth about it.

"Um… we'll come get you in the morning, just be up by normal time" Baki answered, crossing his arms. I nodded, smiling at them before crossing the dinning room and opening the door. I turned and looked at them before exiting again, closing the dinning room sliding doors behind me. I brushed my hair from my shoulders and I yanked out my umbrella from my bag. I was walking down the long entry way to the grand front door when I heard foot steps behind me and I turned at the door, one hand on the handle and the other holding my unopened umbrella. Pelting of rain filled the silence as the foot steps stopped. Standing not but 2 feet from me was the creep named Orochimaru. He'd come into the kitchen and talked to me like the creeper he looked like, then when I realized what he was saying, I hit him with the bread iron. Gaara thought it was funny, I thought he was obnoxious! I could just remember what he said verbatim.

"You know, if you worked for me, you would never be treated like a slave? You'd be a woman in power, I'd love to see you behind the reigns" I shivered just at the thought, grimacing for a moment in pain, then glaring at him. He just smirked right back at me.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, quirking a brow. I huffed, ripping the door open, storming out and slamming it shut behind me. What a freak! What a creep!"I'll be glad to be getting away from him" I whispered, opening my umbrella. Taking a step into the down pour, I began to run for my home. I loved the rain, but I didn't want to get sick right before I was going out on an adventure. Only, the moment I reached the apartment building, my hand on the door knob, a thought struck me. What about my father, would he be okay while I was gone? Would my brothers be able to survive while I was gone.

What if something happened, I'm not a ninja, I wouldn't be able to fix it if there was. Looking to the rain soaking into the already mushy sand below, I scrunched my brow. I couldn't leave, I couldn't have that worry on me while I was out. This would never work, I had to tell them no. I looked through the rain to the large house that was the Kage's home across the town from me. The lights were on, and I tried to get a glimpse of the sibling through the harsh downpour.

Nothing, it was too dark and the rain was too hard. What if I would be letting them down? I knew this was kind of a payment for Temari supplying me with pain medicine, in a way. But I would have to be around Gaara the whole time. But then again, I already was now and it wasn't that bad. Well, it was bad when he got too curious for his own good. The door moving in my hand woke me up and I came face to face with Miyuko and Sian, laughing arm and arm. I stopped and they stopped before smiling down at me. My brother looked so happy, so in love. A wave of jealousy washed over me as I smiled at them and stepped aside for them to walk out into the rain, Miyuko pulling out his own umbrella. I stood there watching them, jealousy turning into a deep desire to have what they had.

But I would never fall in love if I couldn't even get out enough to date. The rain began to soak my ankles, the water now working it's way into freezing my calves, even though I was under an umbrella. I rushed inside the building. I shook my umbrella and rushed up the stairs, taking two at a time till I got to my floor and took a breath. I needed to get more in shape!When I finally got inside, I found everyone was asleep and sighed. I should stay home but I wanted to go. What should I do.

Dropping my bag and umbrella on my kitchen table, I flipped on the light and sat across from them. Eyeing them, I put my chin in my hands. Should I go, get out of this country and have an adventure, maybe find some romance to fill my empty heart. Or should I stay and disappoint my employers, stay with my father and be boring still. I wanted, I craved to get out. Sitting there, swaying my legs back and forth, weighing the pros and cons of both, I didn't notice time fly. I was sitting there just staring at my table and sighing every now and then. As sas as it was for me to be sitting here alone mopping, I wasn't tired like I was back at the Kage home. How would I break it to my father if I would go. How would I break it to the three siblings if I didn't go.

Aggravated, I stood up from the table and glimpsed to see the clock. It had been about 10 when I walked in, it was now 40 minutes past midnight. I switched off the light and climbed up the stairs. Walking in my room, I shut it and began to strip. Pulling off everything but my underwear, I piled my work dress, shorts , and my bra into my dirty hamper. It was practically empty since my brothers did laundry the other day. I opened my drawer and pulled out a white night gown that flowed from my chest down to my ankles. It always made me feel like an old movie star, all I needed was wind and a romance that was overly dramatic.

I spun myself around in my bedroom, arms out wide and letting my head drain of all thoughts, when my foot felt something grainy. More than how the floor felt, like extra sand ontop of my floor. I stopped and eyed it before following it's trail with my eyes. Not seconds later, a body dropped from mid air with sand cushioning it's fall to my floor. Sloppily it got to it's feet and stumbled to stay up. Gasping, I turned, ready to bolt to my kitchen where there were knives when sand grasped my ankles and hands hard. Like hand cuffs and ankle braclets, they yanked me back and into the warm arms of the person holding me in their arms. I kept still as the smell of cheap sake and sand filled my nose. I slowly let my head look up and there he was looking down at me. Gaara.

"I… Gaara! What are you doing here!" I squeaked, trying to rip from his grasp. I was barely dress, he smelled like liquor and the last time I remember, he didn't like me enough to be here on a social visit.

"Sto-oooooooop!" He slurred, pulling me tighter but this time with his arms. I instantly went still at his words. My breathing got shorter and my whole body went tense as fear welded up inside of me. What was he doing! Why was he here… why couldn't I escape?

"Gaa-" he cut me off with his hand over my lips. He didn't put pressure on them, only to signal me to shut up. Then the sand began to let go of my ankles, then my hands, but his arms stayed wrapped around my waist. Tears began to trail from my eyes to his hand. Not a second after the first tear drop hit his hand, did he twirl me around to face him. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were parted but his eyes were almost hazy. He took his hand off my mouth as he looked at my tearful eyes.

"Why? Why do you cry like that?" He moaned. I shivered as his thumb stumbled to dry my face. I wanted to rip from his grip, my tears continuing to fall.

"Do-oooon't cry" He slurred. I shook my head, pulling my face back from his thumb.

"No Gaara… go home" I whispered, my voice cracking.

"No! You go home!" He snapped back, letting go of me. Not only did he let go, he shoved me hard onto my bed. I would have had a comeback, but my whole body tensed and went into shock. Gasping, my fingers dug into my sheets and my eyes flew shut.

"Kimi! Wha's wrong!" Gaara slurred once more, jumping to my side.

"My bag… Downstairs" I gasped, flinching at the touch of his light hand on my arm. The sound of sand rushed around me. The sound of my door opening, rustling downstairs, then my door closed, sand dropping my bag at my hip.

"Pills," I clumsily grasped the bottle and opened it, taking out one small red pill. Slipping it between my lips, I forced my tongue to let it down my throat, and with a sting of pain, I swallowed it whole. It took seconds for it to relax my body and I was laying there taking deep breaths.

"Why?" Gaara asked. His hand took my chin and turned it to face him.

"Gaara, Go home!" I whispered, shoving his hand off my face.

"No!" He whined, grabbing my hands and yanking me up. Hissing lightly at the pain, I stood still but he let go. I watched him rip back my blankets and slip in them, his gourd not on his back, but next to the bed. As he tucked himself in, he patted the pillow next to him.

"Are you insane!" I hissed.

"Yes… now Kimi in bed!" He insisted.

"No!" But I didn't have a choice. Sand grasped me and lifted me up. It pulled back my part of the blankets and shoved me under them. I laid there still, glaring at a pleased Gaara as the sand tucked me in.

"Comfy?" He spoke with a lopsided, wicked smirk.

"No! This is my bed, get out!" I insisted more. That's when I saw something flare in his eyes, and sand crawled up my back. I shivered lightly, and glared at him. What was he doing? What was wrong with him. Was he drunk? He had to be, to be this out of character. He WAS still Bipolar.

"Comfy?" He growled this time, narrowing his eyes. I opened my mouth, but the second I did, sand crawled over my neck and gained a grip around my throat. It began to squeeze and I gasped, my hands flying to it. Tears, memories, they all came flooding back as I gasped for air and began to sob.

"No! NO CRYING!" He snarled, and the sand grew tighter.

"I….can't" I gasped, pulling at the sand but it was far too strong. Things were starting to go black and spotted. "Gaara! Please!" My hand reached out for him. I felt my fingers dance on his cheek lightly, and the sand stopped, lightening up it's grip. I began to cry harder but my hand placed itself on his cheek fully. My view was blurry as I cupped his cheek.

"Please" I whispered again, rubbing my thumb against his smooth skin. He began to nuzzle his face against it, closing his eyes and breathed lightly. My tears were soaking the sand as it slowly let go of it's grip and left my body completely. Sobbing, I tried to take my hand back, but Gaara's hand took it and kept it, running my hand over his then he rested it over his chest. His heart beat was steady.

"Gaara… why?" I whispered, sniffling. My whole body was tense with worry."I just wanted you to like me…. I couldn'…. I couldn't tell you because I don't like anyone but myself but… I need you to like me again! Please, like me again" He whined, words slurred and slow. I furrowed my brow, eyeing him.

"Gaara… you're drunk, you don't know what you want" I spoke. My throat burned with having just almost been choked to death. This was another con to why going on the trip was a bad idea. However, as I laid there, letting him trace my hand with his finger then placing it back on his cheek, I couldn't help feel something in my chest. I don't know what it was, but I slipped closer to him, following his eyes as they traced my hands then tracing every inch on my face.

"I'm not Drunk. Baki gave us this bad smelling tea to help us relax before the big mission. It's not just the Chunnin exams we're doing… The Kazekage wants us to help him start a war!" He spoke. My eyes went wide but the second I went to speak, his finger came to my lips. "You can't tell" He pulled his face closer to mine. Without warning, my face went bright red-as bright as his own, but not the same reason. His eyes went to my cheeks and he lifted his head.

Oh gosh, what was he doing, I clenched my eyes shut and went tense. Only, seconds later, there was something cool pressed against my cheek. My whole face went red as I opened my eyes to see Gaara pull back and lay back down. He just kissed my cheek. Wait! Sabaku No Gaara just kissed my cheek! Oh god! Why did he do that? Was this a trap. Ideas rammed my brain, racking it with horrible thoughts as he pushed on my shoulder. I let him do as he wanted, slowly rolling me onto my other shoulder. He was warm against my back as he cuddled up close to me, one arm under his pillow and the other around my waist. I closed my eyes, imagining sand going over my neck and snapping it. Maybe he would suffocate me again. I readied for whatever his bipolar, drunk self would do but he laid there, wrapped around me before he let go of my waist and his hand moved to my hair, slowly petting it.

"You should sleep Kimi… You're not good to me tired, and besides, the more energy you have, the less likely you'll bother the others with your slow pace" He snickered, letting his fingers run down my hair to my shoulders then back again.

"Thanks" I snorted, closing my eyes. How was I going to sleep, knowing a drunk Gaara was laying in my bed petting my head. He said he wasn't drunk, but I could smell the sake on him strong. What did he have 6 glasses to get him this hammered or did one glass do it? Gaara had to be the most interesting drunk I'd ever met and I wished I hadn't. But somehow, between my mind freaking out, and my body being pressed up against something I wasn't used to, I found myself falling asleep. I yawned, and relaxed against him and let him continue to pet my hair as I slowly fell asleep.

XX
What was I thinking? What was wrong with me! I laid there, unable to move as I stared down at Kimi in my arms. I had been day dreaming, just resting, when I woke up from a haze. I don't remember much, actually, I don't remember anything other than drinking that horrible smelling tea Baki offered me.

No… I was in my room and I was staring at the ceiling when I saw a sparkle of the glow the maids had missed and it reminded me of Kimi. Then everything went black. Now, here I was looking at Kimi sleeping in my arms. I would have ripped away but it was warm. Not only that, something in my chest hurt at just the thought of pulling away. I lowered myself, laying my face in the nick between her neck and her cheek, closing my eyes and taking in the sweet scent of Kimi. It was dizzying, the sugar and frosting scent that she bore all the time.

Even when she was panicked and upset, or even completely afraid of me, she had that beckoning scent that I couldn't help inhaling every time I was around. Wait! What was I thinking! I was the crazy one now! I pulled my head away and held deathly still. Kimi was yawning and rubbing her face, moving in my grasp. What should I do! What if she didn't know I was here! I didn't even know why I was here.

"Gaara… you're still here?" She yawned, looking at me. Oh crap. "Wait. You're still…." I saw the dots connecting in her head as I yanked away. I ripped from the sheets, tumbling to my feet and pulling my gourd onto my back. What was I thinking before. Was I under the delusion that maybe she'd wake up and not be afraid of me? I watched Kim tumble out of her sheets, standing up and covering her chest with her arms a giant blush.

"What happened?" I demanded, glaring right at her. For some reason, she sighed with some sort of relief.

"Baki gave you Sake, you don't take to it well I'm guessing because you came here wasted out of your mind…" She explained. I followed her eyes for a moment, turning and looking to the large pile of sand on the floor. A closed pill bottle and her bag sprawled ontop of it, then there was the fact her sheets were now completely uprooted from the bed. For almost two minutes, nothing was said before I broke the silence, grasping my cork off my gourd and watched as all my sand began crawling into it.

"You should pack for the trip." I spoke, turning towards her window. I had this notion in my head, that it wasn't raining, but the second I turned to the window, I found it was grey outside with harsh downpour. Damn Monsoon season.

"But…" I stopped and looked at her over my shoulder. Was she going to go back on her word. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms, stabbing my cork back in my gourd. No, she wasn't allowed! She was coming with us, no Buts!

"Pack!" I snapped before watching my sand swirl around me, cutting off the conversation. Besides, I had to pack myself. The team was going to Konoha, rain or shine, and I needed to pack as well. However, now, Kimi had to go. I had to know what exactly went on, why her face went red, and why exactly when I woke up I wanted to kiss her cheek.

I appeared back at my room and stormed to my closet. I pulled out pants, tops, and scarves, other such things, but when I got to the bottom drawer I stopped. The bear sat there, all by itself and I looked at it blankly."You stay here." I warned it, shutting the drawer lightly. As if the creature was going to jump up and leave my dresser, but I had to say it anyway. Grasping the clothes I had packed, I shoved them in a small bag and used my sand to tuck them inside my gourd. I stood still for a bit, looking out the window. For a moment flashes of memory came to my eyes. I saw myself looking out the window to where I knew Kimi lived, seeing the light on. Then it went out and with that thought, I left my room in a large swirl of my sand to her room, and fell to the floor. But then everything grew fuzzy again.

Shaking my head, I walked from my room and out into the hall to see Temari and Kankuro climbing the stairs to come and fetch me. Without saying a word, I nodded to them, shut my door behind me and followed them down the hall and down the stairs, past my father's office, past the dinning room, and into the entry way. There was Baki stand there nonchalantly against the wall, looking to the ceiling. He didn't seem to be wet at all, despite the fact he had no umbrella and had to run to the house in the pouring rain. When he saw us, he shoved off the wall and walked towards us.

"Ready to go?" Baki asked. We showed him acknowledgement by walking to the door. I stood in the back of the pack as he lept forward into the rain. Great! Rain! I hate rain! I hate water other than to drink! We charged through the rain to Kimi's apartment buildings and without having to knock, Kimi opened the door with her stuff in a backpack on her back. She smiled to Baki, then spoke quiet hello's to Temari and Kankuro before looking at me. I stared right back at her, for a moment I felt a pang to be back the way we were this morning. Then my pride took back over and shoved that pang aside! Who did I need her for? I didn't love anyone but myself! I didn't live for anyone but myself. I glared at Kimi and began to bolt through the rain, My siblings ran after me and top speed and Kimi clambered on Baki's back and held on tight. Atleast that girl had done what I told her, the less time I have to be in the rain, the better. I hate water just as much as I hate my father.


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Gaara Muse: Daughtry -Not over yet & Always Be by Jimmy Eat world

Kimi Muse: Georgous Nightmare by Escape the Fate and Issues by Escape the Fate