Will it be a Very Merry Christmas After All?

Breakfast Fiasco

By:Ana (ME!)

Disclaimer: i don't own naruto! just my OC, Teirra and the ideas for the stories! please don't copy me! :]


"Teiraa! Teiraa, wake up already!"

"Ten more minutes." I gripped the covers tighter in my hands and lifted them over my head.

"You have slept enough already. Get up!"

"But I don't want to!" I whined. I could feel someone rip the covers out of my hands and off of me. The morning air felt like ice on my skin after being under those warm covers. My eyes flew open and met Temari's. I glared at her, but she only smirked back at me. "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. But you know, you woke me up last night from all the racket you and Gaara were making. What exactly were you two doing so late at night, alone in this dark, in this secluded room?"

I could feel a blush creeping up from my cheeks to the tips of my ears. "We weren't doing anything. I know what you're suggesting, but you're wrong. We were just talking. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Really? You are just as boring about it as Gaara was. You also gave the same lame excuse. Oh, well. No use prying." Temari smirked. Then she mumbled something I was obviously supposed to hear, "It's just that I saw you 'fall' on Gaara and then I saw him carry you over to the bed."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing." She sang. Bleh, this girl is starting to dance on my last nerve. "Just don't do anything you will regret."

"What?"

"Are you going deaf or something? No offense to deaf people, that is."

"That wasn't very nice. What did you even come up here for? Just to torture me?"

"Oh! Right, I came up here to wake you up and see if you were feeling any better. But I can tell from how you were acting last night with Gaara-"

I cut Temari off. She's breaking my last nerve… "Yes, I'm feeling much better. I think I can probably go home, by myself, today."

Temari frowned. "Really? So soon?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, so soon. People don't stay sick forever." I heard loud beeping coming from downstairs that sounded a lot like smoke alarms. "Uh, Temari? Were you cooking something?"

"What? I don't think I- OH, NO! I LEFT IT ON THE STOVE!" Temari shrieked then sprinted out the room and I heard loud thumps as she ran down the stair and into the kitchen. She sure gets distracted easily. I bet it's just because she wants to impress me, or something. I laughed to myself.

A few minutes later the loud beeping stopped, but the smell of smoke and something burned wafted up to the room. I wonder what she was trying to make. Loud curses resounded throughout the house as Temari cleaned up her mess. I kinda feel bad for her. She's trying her best, but she just can't seem to do things right. Wow, she's a lot more like me than I thought.

It felt pretty awkward just laying in that strange room so I got out of bed and slowly moved to the door, making sure I was close enough to the wall to catch myself if I lost my balance again. I stuck my head out the door and glanced down the long hallways. The coast is clear. Wait, why am I being so sneaky? I mean, I am their guest and all. Can't I just walk around normally? But wait; what if they get mad?

Soft footsteps coming up the stairs interrupted my thoughts and I quickly dodged back inside the room and closed the door. I reopened the door just wide enough to spy on whoever was coming up the stairs. Temari's glare was all I could see when I peeked out.

"What on earth are you doing?" she yelled. The door smacked me in the face and I fell to the floor as she pushed her way in. I slowly rubbed my nose and stayed on the floor. Temari towered over me. "Answer me." She demanded.

"I-I was just looking." I stuttered. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I quietly added.

"I did not!" she snapped. Then she gave a depressed sigh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

She put her hands in front of her face and replied, "No, it's not you. I just ruined your breakfast."

"That's what you're so hung up about?"

"Yes. I am so sorry. I am a complete failure as your older sister." She fell to her knees and her head and shoulders slumped. Wow, she is extremely overdramatic…this is a little overboard.

I stood up and walked over to her. I put my hand on her back as I said, "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay! It doesn't matter! If you feel that bad about it, then I can help you remake it."

Her head snapped up. "Would you? Would you really?"

I took a step back. "Uh, sure, if you want me to."

Temari leapt to her feet and wrapped me in a tight hug. "Yes! Yes, that would be wonderful!"

Her hug kept getting tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe. My lungs began screaming for air. "Temari! Please, let me go!" I gasped, "I can't breathe!"

Temari's grip loosened immediately and I gasped for oxygen. "Ah, sorry. I kinda got carried away."

"No, it's okay. So, let's get started?"

"Alright," Temari said, serious again, "let's go down stairs to the kitchen."

Temari motioned for me to follow her out the door. I quickly walked behind her down the long hallway, glancing into any open doors as we passed them. At one door, I heard loud music, the kind I like.

"Hey, Temari?"

She stopped. "What is it?"

"What's in there?" I asked as I pointed at the door with loud music emitting from it.

"Oh, that's a room."

"I kinda guessed that. I meant whose is it?"

A bright smile covered her face. "Oh, that's just Gaara's room. Don't try to sneak in there late at night, okay?"

A blush painted my cheeks a thousand shades of red. "W-what? Why on earth would I ever do anything like that?"

Temari's laughter filled the hallway. "I was only teasing you, you know? Oh, you are too funny."

I sighed. Why can't I do something to stop her from embarrassing me?

Temari headed toward the end of the hallway again and I followed her. For the first time, I noticed pictures littered the walls; pictures of Temari and Kankuro when they were younger, but nothing even close to recent. I also found there were no pictures of Gaara at all. In a few of the pictures there was a beautiful woman with a bright smile standing by or holding one of the young siblings. I better not ask any questions right now. They might think I'm annoying.

We both descended the stairs at the end of the hall. Temari kept glancing back at me to make sure I wouldn't fall. Temari lead me through a few rooms and we entered what appeared to be a very messy kitchen.

"Sorry about the mess. Whenever I try to cook anything, it usually doesn't turn out too well!" Temari explained.

"It's no problem. We could start by cleaning up a bit, then try cooking breakfast."

"Great idea, Teiraa! I'll start cleaning off the counters and tables and floor; you can start washing the dishes that are already in the sink."

I nodded my head in approval. I glanced around the large room. It was nice and roomy. On the far wall, a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink lined the walls. There were a few cabinets about the sink, probably containing dishes or cleaning supplies. A table and four chairs were a few feet from the doorway, close to the wall.

I walked over to the sink and frowned. It was larger and fuller than I thought it was from across the room. I filled the sink with warm water and soap and grabbed a sponge from the counter and began washing.

I felt a twinge of pain in my hand. I looked at my sudsy hand and saw the bandages. Oh, that's right. I burned my hand yesterday. I really should be more careful. I unwound the bandages and disposed of them in a trashcan near the left side of the room.

I ignored the pain in my hand as I washed the rest of the dishes. Temari had finished with her cleaning and came over and helped me dry and put away the dishes. She kept explaining to me where everything went, like I would be staying there for a while and should get used to where everything went.

"So, what can we make?" I asked Temari.

"Great question. What exactly can we make…?"

I walked over to the fridge and opened it. It was full of eggs, milk, and other random things one might find in a pastry chef's (obviously Gaara's) kitchen.

"Okay, who normally does the cooking here? It obviously isn't you, Temari."

Temari looked flushed. "Well, I thought, I mean, I usually help-"

"What's up with all this racket so early in the morning?" I heard an agitated grumble come from the door. I let the fridge door handle slip out of my hand as my mouth fell open. There was Gaara. Still in his sweatpants, that he probably slept in. Shirtless. I felt my face flush. Gaara was obviously still half-asleep; he groggily glanced around the room. My face was getting redder and redder by the second. I couldn't help but notice how toned he was. Dang, I thought to myself, who would've thought he was that good looking? I thought he was just scrawny, but now I can see he's pretty good looking. I closed my mouth; I reopened my mouth and tried to force words out, but nothing happened. I repeated this multiple times. Temari took one look at my expression and burst out laughing. Gaara looked at her confused.

"What?" he ask, evidently still agitated.

I turned around and opened the fridge to hide my face.

Temari's wicked grin widened. "Do you see we have a guest, Gaara?"

I glanced over my shoulder at Gaara. His face was blank, but he suddenly realized my presence. I could see a tinge of a blush creeping over his cheeks.

"Oh, right." He finally replied. He turned around and slowly walked out without saying anything.

Even his back is toned! I mentally slapped myself. Quit thinking pointless, stupid, girly things! I reminded myself silently. I could easily tell he was quite embarrassed though because when he turned around I could see his ears were very red.

"So have you decided on anything yet?" Temari asked me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Oh, no, not really. What should we make?"

"Hm, let me take a look in the pantry to see what we can make."

Temari walked out of the room and opened a small door and walked in. I heard a crash and some words I won't repeat coming from where Temari disappeared. She returned carrying many ingredients in her arms. She scattered them on the counter and looked at me.

There was a short pause. "Well?" she asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, you're hopeless. I'm picking out something and you're going to help me make it."

"Alright."

Temari stood in front of the ingredients and picked up a box and tossed it to me. I nearly dropped it and fumbled with it trying to quit making myself look so stupid. I turned it over and read the front of the box, which read, "Instant Pancakes! Tired of making such a mess and ruining your pancakes? Well, try these easy to make instant pancakes!"

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Well, we're going to make other stuff too." She replied.

She gathered up all the extra ingredients and boxes and threw them all into the small door right outside the kitchen. "I'll take care of that later." She explained.

Yeah, right…

Temari went over to the fridge and got out eggs, bacon, and milk. She then went over to some cabinets on the wall and took out a few pans, bowls, and utensils for cooking.

"Go crack some eggs and scramble them." Temari ordered.

"Why scrambled?"

"Because…just because, okay?" then Temari mumbled quietly, "I can't cook anything else."

I took the carton of eggs to the other side of Temari and started cracking a few into a bowl that she had set out earlier. Temari had already started mixing the instant pancake mix. Then I heard a familiar shuffle. I turned around and there was Gaara. Fully clothed this time. A slight blush tinted my cheeks when I remembered how he looked the first time he came in. Stop thinking about that! I mentally ordered myself to forget how good Gaara looked shirtless.

Gaara glanced around the kitchen and frowned. "Maybe you two should leave the cooking to me." He quietly said.

Temari started to refuse, "But-"

"You know you can't cook that well. Just let me do it." Gaara interrupted.

Temari sighed and left the room. I stood there awkwardly, not sure what exactly I was supposed to do.

"Why are you still in here?" Gaara inquired.

"Oh, well, I was just thinking," I paused as Gaara rolled his eyes. "Well, if you don't want help then I'll just leave!"

"Okay."

I stomped out of the kitchen into a small hallway. There's the pantry that Temari threw all that stuff in. I glanced around and realized that I have no idea where I am. I continued down the small hallway and entered a room that didn't look familiar at all. I think I might be lost. I continued wandering around the house until I somehow ended up back where I started; in the small hallway with the small door leading to the pantry and another large doorway leading to the kitchen.

Gaara was cooking something that smelled wonderful. It actually smelled like bacon, eggs, pancakes and syrup; not a burnt mess. I peeked through the doorway and saw him over by the stove flipping something in a pan. On the table was already plates heaped high with steaming food. It all looked extremely delicious.

I couldn't seem to force myself to enter the room. All I could do is stand there and stare at the situation: Gaara cooking breakfast and me spying on him. Well, not exactly spying, but still.

"I know you're over there, Teiraa." Gaara said over his shoulder.

I nearly jumped out of my skin and my face turned bright red.

"Oh, I didn't mean to, I mean, I thought…oh, never mind."

"You can come in. I'm almost done."

"Do you want me to get plates and forks or something like that?"

"No. I already have them out over here."

"Okay. Shouldn't I go get Temari then?"

He stood there silently pondering my inquisition. Finally, he answered, "Only if you want to."

I gave a puzzled glance before turning around to search for Temari, but I stopped. I have no idea where Temari is or where she might be. Looks like I'll just have to ask Gaara.

"Hey, Gaara. Where do you think Temari would be?" I asked as I returned to the kitchen.

Gaara looked up from the table where he had already set another large plate heaped high with steaming pancakes.

"Why did you make so much?" I asked another question before he answered my first question.

"Temari is probably in her room and this is what you two had already started making so I just finished it."

"Oh. Okay then. By the way, where is Temari's room?"

"Never mind; I'll just text her." Gaara sighed and pulled out a sleek, red, touch-screen cell phone from his back pocket.

"Can I sit down?" I asked.

Gaara look up from his phone. "Uh, sure. Sit wherever you want."

I slowly cross the kitchen and sat in the chair facing the doorway. Gaara sat in the chair to the left of me. I soon heard loud pounding from above us as if someone was running. There was a loud thud and some cursing coming from a few rooms over. Temari soon rushed in the room looking disheveled. She smoothed out her shirt and patted her hair, which was up in four pig-tails, and sat in the chair to the right of me.

We all piled a bit of all the different foods on our plates and began eating. When the first bite of food entered my mouth, I almost screamed. It tasted absolutely amazing.

"Gaara! How on earth did you make this taste so amazing?"

Gaara looked over at me; he looked a bit surprised. "Well, I did add a few of my own ingredients."

"Oh my gosh, I absolutely love it! You have to teach me how to make food as amazing as this!"

I saw a slight smile tugging at Gaara's lips as he said, "It really isn't that amazing."

We silently finished our food. I was surprised Temari hadn't said anything at all. No teasing, no jeers, no taunts, no laughing at awkward moments; nothing! We all cleaned our plates in the sink and put them away. Finally Temari cleared her throat. Here it comes…

"I heard that there was going to be a Christmas Eve Festival tonight." Temari commented.

"What about it?" Gaara asked suspiciously.

"Well, I was kind of thinking that maybe we could all go together."

"Really?" I asked.

"Of course!" she grinned.

It's already Christmas Eve? I haven't gotten anyone presents yet! I need to go out and buy them, ASAP.

"I'm definitely not coming," he stated. Then he glanced at me and said, "You really shouldn't either. You are still sick; and what about your hand?"

I scowled at Gaara. "Nothing is wrong with me anymore! I will be fine!"

"Yeah, just give it a rest, Gaara. She'll be fine." Temari interjected.

"No, she won't. She's much too clumsy and I will end up hurting her-" He cut himself off.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"And you will end up hurting yourself again." He corrected himself.

"No I won't!" I argued.

"Fine then! Do whatever you want! Jump off a cliff! See if I care." Gaara stormed out of the room. I've never seen him this angry.

"What's his problem?" I pondered aloud.

"You can never know what's going on inside a guy's head." Temari stated. "Well, I should probably get to work now." Temari exited the kitchen and I followed.

"Temari, where has Kankuro been? I haven't seen him since last night."

"He's at work; where I should be."

"Should I get ready to go too?" I asked as we ascended the stairs.

"No, it would probably be best if you rested another day."

We passed Gaara's room again and I heard the music emitting even louder than last time. I guess he really is angry. But what about?

"Well, entertain yourself in your room, okay? I'm off to work!" Temari interrupted my thoughts.

"Wait, my room?"

Temari stuttered, "I-I mean, the guest room!"

"Oh, okay. Wait-"

"What is it?" she asked, sounding impatient.

"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

Temari sighed, "Draw, listen to music, mess around on the laptop on the desk over there or go downstairs and watch TV. If you can't find something, ask Gaara or text me. You have my number, right?" I nodded; then she added with a smirk, " Hey, you could even go mess around with Gaara if you really wanted to!"

"Oh, whatever Temari."

"Well, I'll see you later! Be ready to go to the festival when I get back!"

"Bye, bye Temari." I smiled and waved as she left the room. Well, looks like I'm going to my first Christmas Eve festival tonight!


okay you guys, i am SOOOOOO sorry it took me so long to write these! i know i don't really have a good excuse, but i was in a place without my laptop (that has all my information that i need on it) for a long time so i couldn't work on this. then there was the whole school thing. did you know that when teacher assign homework, they actually expect you to do it! urrgh, it's so annoying.

anyways, i am saying this right now, this was supposed to be a Christmas story (could you tell?). as you can see, it is nowhere near Christmas because Christmas has passed and is not for another MANY months. saddddd! this was originally going to be a one-shot, but i thought it needed more details, so i added more, and more, until it became-this! i suppose this story will be ending soon though, seeing as it was just supposed to be a Christmas story and its Christmas Eve in their time. i have some great ideas for the next chapters, and i would love it if you shared your's with me!

Please review! i will accept anything you say, but please, no hating! (i love constructive criticism though)

i tried to make this chapter extra long to compensate, but it really wasn't nearly long enough to make up for my mistakes! *Begs on knees* FORGIVE ME!

well, Merry early Christmas!

~Ana~

AKA

*.Rinjii*