A/N: Monkeys shall rule the world! Wait- what? It already happened? Where was I for this? I'm not a monkey! Fuck you!
Disclaimer: Seriously… what are you going to do? You don't know me and you don't know where I live… oh right. You'll delete my account… I know that that would make some fans of One Piece very happy, but it would make fans of Naruto, Inuyasha and Trinity Blood mad… at me…. (gulp).
Naruto's nose twitched. Sweet smells of pancakes reached his senses, waking him. Grinning like a young child, he ran down the steps with his pants from the day before and the white tank top he kept under his clothes. On the small table meant for two people, a steaming breakfast of pancakes lay, complete with crispy bacon and orange juice, tea, and water. The flowers were freshened and the water sparkling, clear of all debris.
He poked his head in the kitchen, and found it sparkling clean, and devoid of a certain pink haired fiancée of his. He turned back to the table and found on the chair that was usually his. There was a small white card sticking up from between green cushion and the wood of the chair. He reached for it and read the note.
Sakura told me you don't eat together much.
Enjoy a breakfast alone as an engaged couple.
Naruto allowed a small smile to creep across his face. Takira, you may not acknowledge it, but you are one great friend.
"Naruto? What's that smell?" Sakura came down the stairs, her head cocked prettily and tying the rose colored robe around her waist, over her white nightdress.
Naruto grinned and stuck out a thumb. "Breakfast!"
They sat and Sakura took a bite. Her eyes widened and she sipped some of the red tea. Her eyes widened more and she looked at Nartuo in amazement. Naruto put a bite in his mouth. It was light and fluffy and buttery and sweet… and hot! He quickly grabbed his tea and gulped it down, taking in the sweet flavor that complimented the syrup nicely.
"Naruto… you made this?" Sakura asked.
"N…"
"Hey, I'm coming in, lovebirds! Make yourself decent!" Takira's voice rang out, causing both Sakura and Naruto to blush. Takira marched into the room. She seemed to appraise the breakfast and smiled. "Hey… Naruto, I didn't know you were such a good cook. How nice of you to do this for Sakura." Her act was pretty good. At least, good enough to fool Sakura.
"I know! I came down here this morning and the flowers were trimmed and watered and all of the food was set out! It was so romantic." Sakura beamed at Naruto, who smiled weakly back.
"Wow, Naruto. You're romantic… it's almost enough to make me want to gag." Takira said, scrunching her nose cutely and walking into the kitchen. "Sakura, do you mind if I borrow a pot? I'll make the Sand sibling breakfast."
Sakura nodded and looked around Naruto's head. "Yes, right in the cabinet there should be a pot big enough."
"I see it." Takira grabbed the pot and came back out to the little dining area. She bowed to Sakura. "Thank you. I'll see you later." She turned on her heel and bowed to Naruto. "Have a good breakfast with your fiancée, Hokage." She said, raising her head and winking to Naruto.
He grinned widely. "Same to you, Takira! Will you please make sure Gaara eats today? Thanks." He said, his last word holding meaning.
When Takira haf gone completely through the floor, Sakura gave her husband the if-you-don-not-tell-me-the-truth-I-am-going-to-rip-off-an-important-piece-of-your-anatomy look. "What was that about?"
Naruto grinned and stuck another mouthful of pancake into his gob before saying with his mouth full of food, "Takira's much nicer than you think."
Gaara sensed someone in his room. Neither Temari nor Kankuro would invade his privacy so. He immediately snapped out of his meditative sleep and rolled out of bed, snapping out a kunai while reaching for his gourd. His keen eyes flicked left and right, searching for a hidden trap or enemy ninja. He looked to places he expected someone to hide, so he was quite startled when he heard someone clear their throat.
Takira stood, back leaned against the doorway and her arms crossed over her chest, smirking at him slightly (though he could have sworn he detected something of a warmer, friendlier smile behind it). She twitched her head slightly in the direction of the shared living room. "Come on, I may not be from around here but I'm sure in a city as big as this I could find a soup kitchen." She turned around to walk out the door.
Gaara nodded and stood up straight, making to follow her. A sudden, unbidden thought came to the forefront of his mind. Before he had time to process what he was thinking, he said her name. "Takira."
Takira turned around. "Yeah?" She asked, her eyes widening slightly as they processed the new information of her surroundings. (A/N: Yes, I am smart enough to know how eyes work. I'm not completely stupid.)
Her eyes… Gaara though, noticing for the first time. They had pupils, or at least, discernible ones. Her dark purple bordering on black eyes seemed to be more human. He wondered why.
Shukkau's voice sounded like he was reading a text book. When a demon and their human have true inner peace, the human tends to take on a more human appearance. Before, Takira and Myobi worked and even talked together, so she did not have any markings that Myobi usually gives her human counterpart, but Takira kept her a secret. Not even Taro knew about Myobi, so the last piece of their inner harmony was gone. Because she told you, she was able to recognize Myobi as a major part of her life and peace returned. If Naruto allowed Kyuubi to speak to him more often, his whiskers would retract. Of course, Kyuubi cannot be trusted and would most likely kill everyone around him. You know, if you were more sociable with me, I would not go crazy and kill everyone close to you. Then you'd look nicer for your girl.
She's not my girl! Gaara's thoughts said loudly.
Uh… Gaara?
What? Gaara's mind snarled angrily.
Your girl is looking at you.
She's not my… what?
Gaara looked up and met Takira's newly pupiled eyes. She was indeed looking at him. She looked as if she thought he had gone quite mad, which was not too far off from the truth.
"Gaara… are you all right?" She asked uncertainly.
"Yes." He said. "You have pupils."
Takira frowned and cocked her head. "Ï do?" She her face took on an absorbed look and Gaara knew Myobi was talking to her. "Oh, I suppose I do." She shrugged. "I had not noticed. Is that all?"
Gaara hesitated. "You… ran away from me last night. I'm sorry if I gave you a… 'Death glare'."
Success! The blockhead admits defeat!
Takira took a step towards Gaara, frowning. She reached out a hand, and surprisingly, the sand let it through so she could place it on his forehead. "Dude, are you sure you are all right?"
"Yes." Gaara said quietly, hoping she would remove her hand if he gave an answer. "I wanted to make sure my silence did not offend you."
Takira pulled her hand away. Gaara thanked the gods, for Shukkaku filled his brain with images involving Takira wearing less and less clothes. "That's it. You get back into bed. I'll bring food in to you."
"I'm fine." Gaara said stonily, a little annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Nope." Takira declared, pushing him gently back into the room. "Back into bed." She said, slamming the door in his face.
When he heard her footsteps get a little quieter, he tried opening the door. It would not budge. He quickly looked down and saw a shadow holding the door shut. Sighing, but smiling slightly, Gaara sat down on his still-made bed. He shook his head and chuckled inside his mind.
She's the most unorthodox friend I have ever had. But I can not say she is not one of the best.
A/N: Aw, mushiness. Love the mushiness! That means you too, Darkide! Review!
