Gaara was back in the green paddock, the gold butterflies fluttering around his legs, the fox was awake now, and looking at him...
Those blue eyes are hypnotic...
Gaara waked over to the fox and just as he touched it's silky golden fur--
"GAARA!"
Gaara jerked, his eyes snapping open.
"WERE YOU SLEEPING!" screamed Kankurou, waving a finger at him.
Gaara closed his eyes again, shifting his crossed arms under his head on his desk, using them as a make-shift pillow.
"WAKE UP, DAMMIT!" screamed Gaara's sibling, shaking him by the shoulders.
"I was day-dreaming. I wasn't asleep." muttered Gaara, patting Kankurou's hands away from his shoulders.
Kankurou withdrew his hands immediately.
"Well, guess what?" grinned kankurou.
Gaara looked at Kankurou with half-open eyes and nose twitched.
"... You smell like ramen..." Gaara said slowly.
Kankurou nodded. "Your boyfriend and Temari's boyfriend decided to come early." he said, grinning like a lunatic.
Gaara's eyes widened considerably.
"We went and had some ramen together! Uzumaki is a nice guy! And Temari dragged Shika off to her room and-- Where are you going?" Kankurou blinked at Gaara as the younger of the two stood up and walked past him.
"To welcome him to Suna. What else?" hissed Gaara.
"Why not give him a nice big kiss instead?" grinned Kankurou.
Gaara's eyes narrowed and he swept from the room without another word.
"Oh yeah..." blinked Kankurou watching the shock of red hair sweep from his view.
"Gaara hasn't had his first kiss yet."
Gaara sighed softly as the warm, dry air of the desert hit him in the face.
Stepping out of the Kazekage building, Gaara looked around silently, tugging at his kazekage robes.
Gaara walked through the quiet, warm village of Suna, following the scent of ramen. Thank god that tanuki have a good sense of smell.
The grass was blustering. The fox was watching him. He couldn't get closer to it. It was too far away... the fox let out a yip and Gaara fell to the ground, supporting a broken ankle. The fox was looking at Gaara with sparkling, blue, lonely eyes...
"GAARA!"
Gaara jerked and looked around. He was in the market square. How did he get here...? Gaara looked down to see both of his ankles were completely untouched under his kazekage robes.
"OI! GAARA!"
Gaara looked over his shoulder to see Naruto waving and grinning at him beside the ramen stall.
Gaara smiled and turned, walking over to him.
Naruto grinned happily as his old Suna friend came over.
"Hows it goin', Tanuki?" chimed Naruto, poking his tongue playfully out at Gaara.
Gaara looked at his tongue for a moment, Kankurou's words echoing in his ears, but in a blink of an eye, the tongue was gone.
"I'm fine." Gaara said softly. "You?"
"not bad! the Kitsune is getting... err... moody, but other than that, it's all good!" beamed Naruto.
Gaara narrowed his eyes a little and looked at Naruto's stomach which was covered in his usual orange jacket.
Naruto and Gaara had carried an unnatural bond between them, understanding the pain of loneliness, but also the complications of the demons within them. The demons also sometimes translated the other demon's thoughts or feelings, which was rather helpful sometimes.
"What do you think it wrong?" whispered Naruto, slipping a hand up his orange jacket and placing it on his stomach.
Gaara was silent for a moment, frowning at Naruto's stomach, listening to Shukaku who is explaining what he thought was wrong.
"..." Gaara looked back up to Naruto's face, his cheeks stained a light pink. "apparently Kyuubi is horny."
A ringing silence flew in Gaara's ear and out Naruto's.
"GAARA-SAMA!"
In a blink of an eye, Gaara squeaked and hid behind Naruto.
"Wazzup?" blinked Naruto, looking over his shoulder at the red-head.
"Fangirls. Are. Evil. And you're not allowed to kill them!" hissed Gaara in Naruto's ear.
Naruto looked over to see around five girls rushing toward him and Gaara.
"Oi. If i save you, will you give me ramen?" Naruto asked, an evil grin appearing on his face.
"... Yes..." Gaara said slowly, not liking the look on Naruto's face, but not wanting to be molested by the fangirls.
Naruto's evil grin got wider and Gaara faintly wondered why it felt like he just made a deal with the devil.
The fox was back, it was licking Gaara's broken ankle, it's teeth were sharp and brushing against his soft skin, it slowly nudged Gaara into a sitting position.
Gaara sighed contentedly and snuggled against the golden fur, he looked at the fox and--
"Sorry ladies, Gaara is mine!"
Gaara jerked and snapped his head up to see the five fangirls standing in front of Naruto, staring at him as though he was wearing pink spandex.
"What do you mean he's yours?" shrieked one of the brunets.
"Yeah! Gaara-sama isn't gay!" screamed another.
"That's what you think!" grinned Naruto, slinging an arm around Gaara's neck. Gaara quickly looked away, his cheeks burning slightly.
"Gaara-sama! You're not gay, are you?" gasped one of the fangirls, staring at him.
Gaara dragged his eyes over them and opened his mouth to say something but he was stopped...
Maybe it was that warm mouth on top of his.
There was a horrified scream from quite a few of the fangirls, staring at Gaara and Naruto, who were lip-locked with each other.
Gaara's eyes rolled in his sockets and fluttered closed. Naruto's lips were silky soft, warm and moist.
The fox was back. But it wasn't a fox anymore. It was Naruto, his arms softly around Gaara's waist and his lips against Gaara's.
Gaara's daydream had come true.
Meanwhile, while the two Jinchuriki were off in la-la-land, all the fangirls had screamed their lungs out and passed out.
"What the fuck is going on!" growled Temari, lying on her bed with Shikamaru beside her, glaring out the window. "What the fuck are they screaming about?"
Shikamaru shrugged, shifting a little on Temari's black bed sheets, scratching his bare chest.
"You're really useful, Shikamaru." muttered Temari in a flat tone, continuing to glare out the window, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Shikamaru shrugged again, trailing his eyes over Temari's back, she was only wearing a tank-top and undies and he was only wearing a pair of shorts.
"so, you wanna go see what's going on, huh?" sighed Shikamaru, looking up at the ceiling that had poster after poster of famous, good-looking shinobi.
Temari got up and started getting dressed in answering, handing Shikamaru his clothes.
"so troublesome..." muttered Shikamaru.
((TBC. yay! TemaShika!))
