Pieces of Colored Glass and Stone:
Etiquette
Word Count: 419
AN: Naruto and all of its respective characters, including Gaara and Matsuri, belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Gaara was angry – no wait, scratch that. Gaara wasn't angry . . . He was pissed, livid, furious, and all those other synonyms. The redhead couldn't suppress the glare as he stared down at his girlfriend: his beautiful, wonderful, strong, irritatingly obstinate girlfriend . . .
Who wasn't at all paying attention to him . . .
Sighing mentally, Gaara walked around his desk and toward the chair the brunette was occupying. Matsuri didn't bother looking up as she continued her lazy game of tossing and catching a kunai with one hand, nonchalance etched across her face.
"Listen to me," he said in that eerily quiet yet still highly commanding voice – which he never thought he would have to use on her – grabbing the kunai in midair and throwing it aside. Matsuri released a calm breath before finally meeting his gaze with her own, her dark eyes telling him he had her undivided attention.
"You deliberately disobeyed orders, Matsuri. I clearly told you to –."
"Hey, at least I killed the guy. Wasn't that the whole point of the mission?"
"But you did so in a way that went against all forms of shinobi etiquette, along with causing thousands worth in property damage. I gave you clear instructions how to go about the operation, and you didn't follow a damn one of them – except for the last part, of course."
"Look, I know what I did wasn't proper," Matsuri admitted sincerely, standing up, "but, I'm not sorry about it. Haru and Souta were in danger, and I wasn't about to sacrifice them for the sake of a mission. Buildings can be replaced, but my teammates can't. I thought you would've understood that . . ."
"I do, Matsuri, and I'm not saying what you did for them was wrong, but as a jounin you just can't throw away all sense of -." But Gaara never got to finish that sentence as the brunette suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the desk, kissing the redhead passionately on the mouth. For a couple of moments, Gaara wasn't actually sure what to do with himself; and just as he managed to start awkwardly returning the kiss, Matsuri ended it as abruptly as it had come. Smiling mischievously, the young woman fondly ran a hand through the unruly, crimson locks before stepping back to admire her "work."
"You know, fooling around with the Kazekage in his office isn't exactly proper shinobi etiquette either, but I don't see you complaining."
AN: Oh, no! More office jokes! I have no shame . . .
As I continue writing more and more drabbles, I realize how I like portraying Matsuri. I can't stand the overly sweet, perfect, shy girl stereotype. I like to think that Matsuri grew up a lot since we first saw her; she certainly became more outspoken, and I picture her becoming even more so as she grows older and more confident in herself and her abilities. Plus, I automatically think of Suna women being stronger because they live in the harsher conditions of the desert. Anyway, that's how I imagine Matsuri to be.
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