18. Devilish (GaaLee)
It was a dark, rainy morning in Konoha. The wind was strong, and caused the rain to beat harder down to the earth, almost painfully. Overall, it was a perfect day to stay inside and enjoy a nice cup of hot cocoa. Unless you were Rock Lee, that is.
The dark-haired ninja stood out on the training ground, panting from exertion. He made a few futile attempts to clean moisture off of his face with the back of his hand, but quickly gave up. A shiver ran down his spine as another blast of cold wind and rain attacked his body. But he was Rock Lee, and Rock Lee trained every day, no matter what.
Next (and last) in his routine were the jumping-jacks; if he completed five hundred of them without falling once, he could go home. Someone was waiting for him there. He smiled and stretched out his arms for jumping-jack number one.
That morning he had left early, so that he could get back as soon as possible. He remembered the quiet noise that his lover had emitted upon his departure from bed. Jumping-jack number thirty-seven. Lee could still feel the slight grip on his arm that he had pulled away from and wished that he could jump faster. Number one hundred and fifteen.
His mind trailed farther away from his training and toward what had happened last night. It had been late when the knock had sounded through his apartment. Confused, he had gone to answer the door. Two hundred and forty-three. The man who stood in the hallway had surprised him, but he had let him inside, nonetheless.
An unexpected image of pale fingers splayed on his stomach flashed through his mind and he lost his footing. He fell in a heap on the muddy ground, growling with dissatisfaction. He had only made it to three hundred and seventy-two. What luck?
The rain suddenly stopped it's raid on his head and shoulders. Lee looked up to find the Kazekage, Gaara, standing over him with an umbrella. The red-head was completely dry and had an evil smirk settled onto his features.
Lee chuckled and jumped up. "Gaara, you shouldn't smirk like that! I think it could even scare the devil away!"
Gaara's smirk only grew more amused. "I told you not to leave this morning. You're going to catch a cold now," he stated, pulling Lee a little bit closer.
"Well, if I catch a cold, you can be my doctor. How does that sound?" Lee said, grinning.
The Kazekage pouted and began walking away from the training grounds, pulling Lee after him. The Konoha ninja happily acquiesced. After all, training could wait for another time, and some things were much more interesting.
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Sooo... tiiiiiiired. this was awful, and I'm sorry about that.