I didn't have Internet at my grandmother's and I probably won't be able to update this week while I am in NY but I have finished this chapter so I am uploading it.

The Date

"Somehow I feel like I have been set up." I remarked to Temari as she curled my hair for no apparent reason. I just wanted to get changed and go eat, is that so wrong? I just want some food. I was hungry before now I am starving. Well not really, but I would kick someone in the face for a Sammich. Actually I would kick someone in the face for the heck of it, so maybe that is not the best saying to use. I would eat a Sammich for a Sammich...hmm same problem as the first one. I would not-hug Gaara after he gave me the sad lonely stare. Wait that's a lie. I would wait until I had the Sammich and then hug him and when the owner of the Sammich tries to take it back Gaara could use his sand and I could eat the Sammich. Now I have a plan...

"What gave you that idea?" Temari asked sounding slightly guilty.

"Well, the suspicious intonation of that question, random dragging out of the room done by Kankuro, shopping spree right before I would need nice clothes, honestly Temari for ninja you guys aren't that sneaky." I scolded giving my reasons as she sprayed hairspray in my hair so it would never move again.

"Well Gaara asked about how to ask you out so we decided to help." Temari admitted.

"Aw, that's cute." I said imagining the lost hopeless look that was probably on Gaara's face. So cute, have to remember to hug him next time I see him.

"You are one of the few people who would think that Gaara is cute." Temari said laying out the clothes I apparently have to wear. Who is going on this date exactly? I can only hope that Kankuro is also torturing Gaara by making him wear what Kankuro wants him to wear. Oh wait he's Gaara so that won't happen.

"I wonder why? With his sad lonely eyes I wonder who wouldn't think he was cute." I pondered not getting it.

"I think it's because most people are afraid of him." Temari explained.

"Oh, well that makes sense then." I answered confusing Temari.

"What do you mean?"

"Well my brain lacks that common sense thing that allows most people the ability to know when people are dangerous and might kill them." I answered honestly.

"Really?" Temari asked probably wondering how I was still alive then.

"I mean think about it. I dated, I think, Uchiha Itachi. I was friends with Kisame, Hidan and Kakuzu. I punched the leader of the Akatsuki in the face and I stole from Orochimaru." I pointed out.

"True."

"Am I ready yet?"

"Yes." Temari answered with a sigh because she knew I wouldn't be able to sit still long enough to put on make up. She knows me so well.

I walked to the living room with Temari because she wanted to reveal her masterpiece and I wanted to not get lost. I walked into the room and found Gaara sitting on the couch patiently waiting for me...well not really patiently but hey I would be annoyed too. I am hungry. Gaara was wearing a very nice tux, which matched my randomly bought this morning evening dress. Well it was randomly bought at the time. I know I was set up.

"You look good." I said in order to break the silence that crept into the room when I walked in, also the staring. As soon as I walked in Gaara just stared at me. Not that this is much different from usual but yeah staring is kind of creepy. I should be used to it, since Itachi did it all the time (The eating potatoes—staring) but it is still odd.

"You too." Gaara admitted causing Temari to go aw and both Gaara and myself to blush. In my defense I don't get verbal complements often. What with the anti-social people I usually hang out with, other than Temari and Naruto. I wonder what Naruto is up to...

"I'm hungry." I decided to voice because I couldn't think of anything to say.

"What a mood breaker." Temari scolded.

"Well the mood had to be broken otherwise I am pretty sure we would be standing here blushing until I passed out from hunger." I told her.

"Let's go." Gaara said taking my arm and pulling me to him so that he cold hold on to me as we traveled in his sand. That's another cool thing about sand control, you don't have to walk places.

"Ever feel like someone is staring at you?" I questioned Gaara as we walked into the restaurant.

"Yes."

"Ever feel like the entire room is staring?" I whispered into his ear.

"Yes."

"Do you have that feeling right now?"

"Yes."

"Good, I am not imagining it."

"Ah, Kazekage-sama we got your reservation from your brother and we were uncertain about it's validity." a nervous looking man told us as he glanced at the already full tables.

"..." Gaara didn't say anything but just glared at the poor man making him start to break out into a sweat.

"What does that mean exactly?" I asked as nicely as I could. I pity the poor man, being on the end of death glares is hard on the nerves.

"We have no tables inside open." he answered nervously.

"What about outside?" I questioned.

"It's kind of chilly outside at night." he explained.

"Then you should start by making us some soup." I informed him. Both him and Gaara looked at me as if I was not making any sense.

"What?"

"Well if there are no tables inside then we have to eat outside. Wait, where are the tables outside I didn't see them on the way in?" I questioned.

"They are on the roof." he informed me.

"Since it is cold I am guessing no one else is up there..." I trailed off.

"Perfect." Gaara said steering me towards the door that said stairs by placing his hand on my back and pushing gently.

"We will have some soup brought up in a moment." the nervous man called out to us.

"I want the one with potatoes in it!" I called back to him. "Oh and Hot Chocolate!"

"..." Gaara said nothing but continued to keep his hand on my back.

"He wants the same!" I called right before we started walking up the stairs. Why we didn't use the sand I don't know? Maybe he wanted some exercise.

"Stupid Kankuro." Gaara muttered as we sat down at one of the tables out there. It was one for four people so that we would have enough room for all my food. I think I should technically count as two people some times.

"Well it's not his fault he seems like the type to prank poor innocent restaurant people." I answered.

"How did you know the kinds of soup they have?" Gaara asked.

"I didn't, I just like potatoes." I answered opening a menu I had stolen before I was steered away by Gaara.

"Where did that come from?" Gaara asked since he didn't have one.

"I stole it." I answered honestly.

"..." Gaara said nothing but shook his head slightly.

"Want to come over here and look at it with me?" I asked gesturing to the seat directly next to me. Gaara came over and we leaned in close to one another to read the one menu that I stole. Gaara held one hand and I held the other. Our heads were nearly touching and our shoulders definitely were. Heard Gaara breath in deeply for a second but I thought I imagined it until he said something.

"What did Temari put in your hair?" Gaara questioned making a face.

"I haven't the faintest idea."

"Whatever it is, she put in way too much."

"Agreed. I wonder where the hot chocolate is?" I questioned putting the menu down but not moving. That's when I noticed a waiter nervously standing by the door, blushing, and looking confused while holding two cups of hot chocolate. He nervously came over and put the cups in front of us.

"What took so long?" Gaara asked scaring the poor man.

"I-I didn't know if you wanted to be disturbed." The man stuttered. That's when I realized that it probably looked like we were either kissing or having some form of intimate moment behind the menu. I began to blush at the though.

"Good." Gaara answered smirking at me causing me to go wide eyed for a moment. Gaara is smirking at me, smirking huh...that means he is now in control of the situation.

"You soup should be ready soon." the waiter answered with a small hesitant smile since he did the right thing, it seemed, by not disturbing us.

Preview from next chapter: After Dinner

"I am full." I said happily to Gaara as we waited for the check.

"You should be..." Gaara trailed off suddenly realizing that he probably shouldn't have said that.

"Your right, the second bowl of soup and fifth order of bread sticks was a bit much huh?" I asked smiling at his honesty.

"Plus the entrée." Gaara pointed out smiling a bit while teasing me.