Hey everyone! This chapter is going to be short, gomen. The next chapter will be a lot longer, I promise! Thanks for the reviews, they give me warm fuzzy feelings. Geehehehehe. Okay, anyways!

Me: Matsuri, get your fan girl ass out here.

Matsuri: You don't need to be so mean, I didn't do anything to you!

Me: Stupid. Fan. Girl! Usuratonkachi! Nya! Just say the disclaimer.

Matsuri: What if I don't feel like it?

Me: Gaara will like you more!

Matsuri: OKAY! TheContheDistance doesn't own Naruto.

Me: Get it through your head. Student. Teacher. Get the picture?! Gaara and you. No. Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.


Gaara felt slightly amused as he listened to the protests and yelps issuing from the orange-haired girl behind the curtain. Apparently, she was losing a very difficult battle.

"Just stop trying to get the clothes off! Then we'll make this as painful as possible!" he heard Temari shout. There was a short thudding noise, then a slight scream. He chuckled darkly. Who knew getting dressing was so painful? The lady selling the clothes looked bewildered by what was going on. The red-head noticed this, and made sure he looked as terrifying as possible. At the looks the boy had and the torture behind the make-shift room, the sales lady fled to the cash register and pretended to be sorting ryou.

"I don't want to look in the mirror," The orange-haired girl made sure each word had its fair share of venom. Temari scowled at her and shoved her in front of the mirror.

"I'm…. wearing… a DRESS!?" Emiko screamed. Sakura smirked and nodded her head gleefully. The two kuniochis had put Emiko in a blue kimono with pink flowers embellished on the sleeves and bodice. I hope I don't develop hives because of all this… pink. Man, I feel so girly. I want this off of me in three seconds or else someone is going to die.

"Get this off of me before I break your limbs," the orange-haired girl said calmly. She glared murderously. Temari and Sakura scowled until they realized their friend was being serious. They quickly helped Emiko out of the kimono.

"It looked really good on you!" Temari and Sakura pouted as they walked out of the dressing room. Emiko sighed and she gave her male friend a look that clearly said 'don't ask'. Then something caught her eye. There were some racks the merchant hadn't brought in the make shift dressing room.

Emiko reached for a grey t-shirt. She knew she would get it as soon as she touched it. The shirt was loose and grey with a blue-green trim. On each sleeve the trim made a wave-like shape. The girl gave a shadow of a smile and she headed silently into the curtained area. Sakura attempted to follow after her friend, but after a not-so-playful shove which floored her, she decided to let Emiko try on the shirt by herself. Temari scowled at no one in particular.

The girl stepped out of the curtained room and quietly approached the counter. Seeing that no harm had actually come to of any customers, the merchant gladly took Emiko's money.

"Wait a minute," the lady went to the rack and fished out some pants, "you look like you need these as well". The shorts were a rust red color. Emiko nodded appreciatively.

"Arigato."

The two girls gawked at Emiko who was walking obliviously next to them. She suddenly looked at them.

"Isn't your lunch break over?" The orange-haired girl said with a hint of a smirk. Sakura then cursed loud enough to stop Gaara from walking, along with many other shoppers roaming the market street. At this, the pink-haired girl turned a beautiful shade of red and ran back to the hospital. Temari scratched the back of her head and laughed. Emiko sighed and kept walking. They walked into silence as Temari eyed the food stalls suspiciously.

"Food, now?!" Temari begged.