The shopkeeper looked at me in shock.

Flashback

I arrived at a small, homey stall, three bar stools lining the counter. A plump man greeted me jovially.

"Can I take your order?"

"Yes! I'll have…3 bowls of miso pork, 6 plates of onigiri and let's see…7 bowls of rice and vegetables." All with a perky grin still plastered on my face.

He stared for a moment, and then turned to make my order.

So here I was, happily patting my stomach with 10 bowls and 6 plates wipes clean in front of me.

"I…u-um that'll be s-sixty dollars…" he stuttered while gawking at me.

I froze. My hand unconsciously reached up to scratch the back of my head sheepishly.

I forgot I had no money!

After that crazy psycho attacked me, killed my family, and totally trashed my house; I kinda forgot to grab some cash. "Uh…Oh! The scary guy told me to put it on his tab."

"Scary guy?" He repeated bemusedly.

"Yeah…you know pretty red hair, green eyes, and Harry Potter tattoo?" I said, cocking my head to the side.

"Oh! Kazekage-sama!"

I nodded quickly, skipping away before he could say anything.

*Gaara a.k.a Panda-Chan!*

Gaara rested his head in her hands, cradling it. It had been a long, tiring, rather disappointing day, and he just wanted to go home.

The sand swallowed him again, setting him in the bed; he was all ready to fall asleep in the warm comforting covers. The trouble was, there was already someone in it.

OoOo

Quickly lifting himself up, Gaara looked beneath him. A small girl slumbered on, short black hair partially covering her face, becoming airborne every time she blew out. His sharp features softened. He ran the rough pad of his thumb down the side of her face, caressing the warm silky skin. Suddenly his face hardened again. Sabaku No Gaara could not be in love. Could he?

Shaking his head vigorously to clear it of such fluffy thoughts, he gingerly laid down beside him. The crimson-haired teen could not fathom why it was he could not pull himself away from her. Oh poor, poor, stupid Gaara. He could not see what he felt for her, and that, for him, made it unreal.

But obviously Kami though different, for in his sleep he curled his body protectively over her.

They lay like that, both inordinately loving the warmth of the one close to them. This peace would not last for long, however. Soon Temari would wake up.

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