Water Logic: Packing

By ISMA

"Packing, packing, packing…" Lee sang, slightly off tune, to the tune of Beethoven's third, "Pack-pack-a-packing, pack-pack-a-packing…"

Three sets of forest green jumpsuits and a pair of socks found themselves thrown into the large duffle bag on Lee's bed, a bottle of shampoo followed.

"Pack, pack, pack, pack!" Lee exclaimed finally, turning a pirouette towards the door and suddenly coming face to chest with his lover's sand covered body.

"…" Said Gaara, the space where his eyebrow should be raising just a little.

"Gaara!" Lee greeted, "his teeth shining like a lot of pennies that have been cleaned with ketchup, "I am packing!"

"…" Gaara said.

"I am packing," Lee enthused, "Because I am moving very far away!"

"…!" Gaara agreed, before leaning in to give Lee a highly enthusiastic kiss.

"No time!" Lee snapped, pulling away with only a little reluctance.

"Packing." Gaara said. Looking towards the bag with a gleam in his eye, "And singing."

"Hai!" Lee cried, "singing!"

"…You are very…happy today." Gaara said as he grabbed Lee's pillow and shoved in the bag.

"Well," Lee responded, tossing in a stuffed Zebra that looked only vaguely unlike a striped muffin, "You are happy to!"

"I am?" Gaara rolled up five legwarmers and placed them in a side pocket. Lee always had an odd number of legwarmers, it had something to do with luck and something to do with tricking the dryer monster.

"Yes!" Lee told him. A pair of fuzzy handcuff was slipped secretively into the bag, right next to the toothbrush.

"…because you are moving very far away."

"Yes!"

"…" Finally, Lee's entire movie collection was jammed in the last remaining space in the bag courtesy of Gaara's space-warping skills. Mulan was first, placed as gently as possible among a soft covering of clothing. Following it was an entire collection of Disney movies, sing-along tapes, and the original silly symphonies. Captain Blood was jammed in with a little more violence than usual, as Gaara was desperately jealous of Errol Flynn's domain over Lee's heart (the exuberant shinobi had declared just a few day ago that, with the exception of Gaara, Errol Flynn was the most gorgeous human to ever live).

"Ready?" Gaara asked, pulling the bulging zipper closed over Errol's smirking face.

"Yes!" Lee grabbed the bag and swung it up onto his shoulder, "I have already said goodbye to Gai-sensei and Tenten and Neji-kun. I am prepared." A moment of almost solemn silence fell on the two.

"You know I am moving very far away." Lee said, softly and just a little sadly.

"Yes." Gaara said.

"All the way to Sunagakure." Lee told him, still quietly.

"We will have to bring a water bottle." Gaara said.

"Hai, and it is a long way to Sunagakure." Lee pondered,

"…"

"And it is already very late tonight."

"…"

"Gaaraa."

"…?"

"I am moving to Sunagakure today." Lee said, a smile so very unlike his usual grin growing on his face. Lee shone, less like pennies and more like the sun on sand.

Lee was moving to Sunagakure, Gaara thought to himself as he grabbed the leaf-nin and pressed him into a deep kiss. Lee was moving to Sunagakure to be with him, he thought in amazement as he and Lee fell onto the bed, duffel bag forgotten in the moment.

Lee was moving to Sunagakure tomorrow.

MINI- DRABBLE: MOVIE NIGHT, TAKE II (or the Errol Flynn Affair)

"I…" Lee proclaimed one movie night, in the middle of some pirate film that Gaara hadn't been paying attention to at all, "…love Errol Flynn."

Gaara looked up from where he had been contemplating Lee's cuticles with a shock. Le loved who? Who was this Finn character? What was Lee doing loving him when Lee was supposed to love Gaara.

"Errol Flynn…" Lee began again, his eyes glued to the screen as some blonde actor swung high in the masts of a ship, "…Is the most beautiful man alive."

Gaara looked up at Lee, then at the screen where the man he now recognized as Errol Flynn grabbed the heroine firmly by the waist and pulled her into a fierce kiss. He didn't get what made him so great, Gaara was way hotter than Errol Flynn. Way hotter.

"You're still hotter, of course." Lee said, settling back against Gaara's chest with a content sight.

Gaara threw Errol a glare of triumph. Who's the hottest now eh? Who's the hottest now?

FIN

A/N: In case you're all wondering if an actor like Errol Flynn exists in the alternate-universe/past/Japan that is the Naruto world the answer is yes. Yes. Errol Flynn exists everywhere. Because he's the hottest man to ever live. Even after he's dead.

I think my writing style is slacking a little. This wasn't nearly funny enough. Somebody help! I'm becoming un-funny!