"Ignorance is Bliss" I said, while tapping my oversized glass against his. We had decided this was an emergency and ditched the traditional sake glass for an larger size.

"For once, I agree with you" Gaara said and downed the whole glass in one large swig. His face twisted in a grimace at the taste and proceeded to pour himself another.

I stared wide eyed at him while he did it again and again.

He had finished half the bottle when he put his glass down and leaned back in his chair. A few seconds pasted and he let out a weird hiccup that sounded like a squeak.

I burst out laughing, the famous Subaka-No-Gaara made a cute squeak. I stifled my laughter and gulped my sake down just as quick as he had. I didn't want to look like a light weight compared to him.

We both poured our self another glass and were contented just to gulp down the slightly bitter sake in silence.

After ten minutes of alternating drinking and awkward staring at each other. I attempted to make small talk twice but it didn't work and he just stared at me oddly and resumed staring behind me.

A few more minutes pasted and I decided that the silence wasn't that bad. Hell, I couldn't remember the last time I'd sat next to someone and hadn't felt the need to speak to them. I was enjoying the feeling of sitting there quietly and not having to continuously think of something to say. That was until, he had to open his mouth and ruined it.

"Do you dye your hair?"

I spit some of my sake out and glared at him. Did he seriously just ask me that?

"Do you wear eyeliner?" I shot back.

There was an silence but it was filled the past of the millions of jokes about temporary hair dye's and make up obsessions.

Then he did something I would have never thought of, he burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Hey, what's…so funny" I asked, surprised at the slight slur of my words.

"You look cute when you glare, I can see your eye's so much more clearly. I can see the hatred and sadness mixing together in a never ending dance of dominance. That's why you always look slightly confused when you think your alone."

He stopped there and took a dainty slip of sake, hiccupped again, and continued.

"You cant make up your mind if your happy or sad, so your confused. Which adds another emotion to your already puzzling situation. And when you try to figure this out, you just end up worse than before. So you throw yourself into work to upset the balance of confusion that can quickly turn to self loathing. To upset the balance of self loathing you never take any days off, you want to keep knowing that people need you. Your logic is that if people want to be near you, need to be near you, mustn't be as useless as you think".

He finished his theory with a flourish of his hand and leaned back on his chair, looking rather like a smug panda (if I wasn't lying to myself, a smug cute panda).

I was speechless at his conclusion and how the subject had been so quickly altered into 'let talk about Sakura's deep dark secrets' time.

But the most shocking was that what he said sounded disturbing correct.

That maybe I wasn't as care free as I looked or acted. But that wasn't something I was ready to accept, it wasn't something I wanted to think about.

I laughed shakily, and pour the last of the sake into my cup, his observant eye's didn't leave me for a second.

Without warning I started to feel his gaze more intently and it wasn't pleasant. It was like I was the experiment and he was the scientist poking and prodding to see my reaction to certain circumstances.

I was never more aware of someone watching me in my life, every move I made seemed to be questioned, I could sense it. I stared to shake slightly and feel undiluted rage course through my body.

Without warning I snatched up the sake bottle and raised it as if to hit Gaara across his face. I wanted to watch his face contort in pain, so see the fear and agony. I don't know what drove me too but even as I was question why, my hand was already swinging in an ark towards him.

Just before the impact I heard a sickening snap and that hesitation was all it took to regain control of my action. I stopped the bottle a few hairs width from his porcelain colored cheek.

Tears ran down my face of their own accord and I dropped the bottle. It clattered lifelessly on hard floor and rolled to a stop a few feet away.

I stepped back to my spot quietly and for a few minutes remained silent and unmoving.

I raised my head to apologize and was greeted with an appalling site that turned my blood hot and cold.

Gaara sat there quietly, staring straight into my eye's without moving, it was like he was a doll again. And like the last time I was struck with an urge to touch him, to see if he'd move or remain frozen in time. For that split second he was my doll, a living breathing imitation of life, only the flaws that shone like cracks separated him from the real thing. And for all those flaws, I felt a surge of something odd within my heart.

"Do you see?"

The strange feeling was lost and was replaced with a deep panic. I started to tremble again, my hand shook slightly on the table, making an tapping noise echo faintly through the room.

He had broke his index finger, the noise had been that of a bone being under so much pressure had snapped. The skin was mostly intact, only a drop crimson, showing where a splinter of the bone had pierced the skin interrupted the flawless color of his skin. I adverted my eye's and stared at the extension of the table before him.

"Don't look away"

I shook my head and refused to look at his damaged finger that stood out painfully from the rest.

"You don't need to hid your imprefections" he said so softly, I nearly jumped as if he had screamed in my ear.

After a few seconds of the sound of nothing but the air shaking the tree's outside, in the corner of eye I saw him move slightly.

A quiet crack was heard and I lifted my eye's for a split second. He face remained impassive as put his finger back into place. He infused the hurt joint with a little chakra and flexed his newly healed finger.

"It was all pure speculation, I had no idea what you were hiding. I would have never speculated your reaction, it was somewhat of a surprise ."

"No one is like me, so how could you know" I answered coldly.

"Don't be so conceited"

"I wasn't"

"Yes you are"

"…..nu uh"

"So your reverting to improper grammar to prove your point?"

"Shut you stupid emo panda……"

"Naming calling know? So mature"

"I really hate you"

"I know"

"I mean send you hate mail kind and smother you with a pillow in your sleep"

"Your so old fashioned, its all done by email now and I don't sleep much anyways"

At this point we both burst out laughing, during the time we were fighting the alcohol must have been spreading through the blood, leaving us drunk and lightheaded.

"We should go do something" Gaara breaking in on my third laughing fit.

"Something sounds fun, but what should we do?" I said, my s sounds coming out slightly slurred.

"Lets-ummmm-do something" he repeated again.

"I know what we can do" I said shyly.

Gaara let out a gasp, shock written on his face.

"You don't mean----"

"I do, I saw a box of them hidden in the cupboard….and they're different flavors."

"….. I'm ready to began anytime you are"

"Alright" I said, cracking my knuckles, it was time to get dirty.

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I wiped the sweat from my brow and surveyed the wreckage that was the kitchen.

"That was so worth it" I said, breaking the silence and flopping on the chair with the grace of a drunk five year old.

Gaara merely nodded and said nothing, his attention divided.

"Plus, the only had part was choosing the type and flavor"

Again, I got an absent nod, he was too busy looking at the table.

"We used a lot of instruments, don't you think it was a little overboard?" He asked.

I stared at him, how could he say that. Didn't he know how serious it was? How important it was?

"Cake making is serious Business" I replied loudly and grabbed a second heavenly slice of chocolate-y goodness.

I shook my head, he had much to learn of the female population and their love of all chocolate.

"You just don't understand" I sighed.

"Just shut up and eat" He grumbled.

"……You would do well to not fall asleep tonight, I wasn't kidding about the suffocation threat"

"Aw, I love you too"

"………….Shut it, drunk panda boy."

Gah, life's hectic but that's not really an excuse……Anyways I hope you liked this chapter, even though it was a bit odd (it was suppose to be out sooner but I waited a bit longer to prefect it)

Please review, me love you long time if you do ;D

Love and chocolate cake,

Nephy