A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this and the last chapter, but my computer time has been restricted, my mother thinks I'm 'unhealthily obsessed' with it. So here.

Tsu-chan! The babies is coming!

Music: Yes, I was listening to Shakira AND The Phantom of the Opera score AND The Darkness AND The Gorillaz AND RHCP while typing this.

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(Still Gaara POV)

"What are you, the janitor?" I say as he dangles the keys in front of him. Shit. That came out insulting.

"No. If I was, then where would your mom get a job?" He responds innocently. That was equally, if not more insulting. I don't have a mom.

"Well, I'm sure she would hook up with your mom at the crack house." I'm not supposed to be insulting him. His mouth opens slightly as he moves his lower jaw to the side.

"Touché'." He says, extending his hand for me to shake. I eye it warily, then move forward to grasp his hand. It gives mine a shock, and I think about pulling it back, but his grip is firm. His hand is dry, but warm. Mine is probably cold. His grip is very firm. Vice-like, even. WTF? Why is he squeezing my hand so fucking hard?

I decide to squeeze back. My hands are just as strong as his, if not stronger. He obviously wasn't prepared for my equally formidable hands of death, because his brow furrows and he looks down at our handly embrace. "So, where'd you get the keys from?" I ask pleasantly.

"Your mom, obviously." He sneers as he looks back up.

"I don't have a mom." As I say this, he looks at me all funny, like my face is slowly melting and he doesn't know how to tell me.

"..Jiraiya left them in the door.." he says, that weird look still etched into the smoothness of his face.

"Jiraiya-sensei, you mean." I correct lightly. He gives a short, distracted laugh.

"He just talks about sex, any body in this school could do that, it doesn't make us all teachers.."

"Do you like my hand?" This question clears the look of weirdness off his face and replaces it with a look of bewilderment.

"W-what?"

"Well, you're holding onto it pretty tightly, and every 2 seconds you squeeze it tighter. I can only hope that you're enjoying it." At this he frees my captive hand. I flex it. Then the doors open and some kid in a unitard and a bowl cut is standing there. He looks vaguely familiar, and I'm wondering this is so as he completely ignores me and practically skips up to Sasuke.

"Hey Sasuke!" he says excitedly. "Guess what! The field is on fire!"

"Huh?"

"Yeah! Shikamaru was on the field playing with his lighter, and Konohamaru thought it be funny to spray some Axe on it…"

"If the field is on fire, then why are we going outside?"

"Because it's awesome! The hippies have already formed a drum circle around it, and some of 'em are dancing. Everybody's running toward it right now." He seemed to remember. "Except for us man, c'mon!" I start picturing all the little school children dropping their bags and running towards the field

"Like little moths…" I don't realize I've said this out loud until both of them turn their heads my way. I quickly explain. "Obviously, moths and other insects are attracted to light, or 'drawn to the flame.' I was comparing in my mind the actions of the people out there to moths, and their ignorant fixation with light." Unitard guy lifts his eyebrows and DAMN LOOK AT THOSE FUCKING EYEBROWS-click. How the hell could I not have remembered?

"Could it be my Beautiful Beast?" I say, looking at who I THINK is my friend from grade school. (A/N: Lee.) Sasuke looks at me like I just pulled a steel dildo from behind his ear and started eating it like corn on the cob.

"My flesh-eating panda!" he cries, and glomps me. I had forseen this happening, and had braced myself for it. Lee let go of me stood up and we looked at each other. Then we looked at Sasuke, who seemed to be utterly, completely, and totally freaked out and confused. His leg moved as if he were about to run away. Me and Lee glance at each other again, and then we both burst out laughing. Sasuke just stares at us like we're crazy as we're rolling on the floor. His lip twitches up occasionally. Not all laughter is infectious though, so he just stands their while we're dying from lack of oxygen. Tears of mirth are leaking out of my eyes, and it's probably going to smear my eyeliner. Oh well. This is just too good. Then the doors fly open, and standing there with three babies, not moving, just standing there is…

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HAHAHA! Cliffy! Ouu bitch now you have to review::clears throat: And that actually happened. My boyfriend set the field on fire. I was absent that day though, and we weren't going out at the time. If you noticed, I'm trying to separate the chapters by POVs, so…Anyway, I don't have the slightest clue what the next chapter should be about, so if you want to, give me some ideas in your reviews. Because I know you're going to review.

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