A/N: Hey, enjoy the last chapter? I hope so, here's the new one, enjoy!!
Kira and Temari made their way through the front door, Kira making Temari check Gaara or Kankuro weren't in the vicinity.
They weren't.
The girls then made their way upstairs, Kira checking behind her and round every corner for the boys.
God that was embarressing.
She screamed it.
In the middle of a crowded shop.
So much for good representation of her villiage.
She sighed as she and Temari entered her room to put away her new clothes.
"I can't believe he heard me say that," Kira groaned.
"But you do think he's hot," Temari grinned.
"I don't, Temari."
"You do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Do."
"Hah, I klnew it!" Temari cheered triamphantly.
"Goddamn it, that usually works in my favour," Kira pouted, but laughing slightly, "but, I do not think Gaara is hot.""
"Just get out of denile and ask him out," Temari insisted.
"Uh..." Kira mocked thinking, then said deadpanned, "no way in holy hell."
"You two would be great together, you're exact opposites!"
Crickets sounded.
"Reason I shouldn't ask him out, we're like chalk and cheese, oh and one small thing," Kira smiled, "I DON'T LIKE GAARA THAT WAY!!!"
"Yeah, but you compliment each other," Temari explained, "he's all serious and mature, while you're all childish and immature, you bring out the best in each other, and then you could get married and I could actually get the nieces and nephews I deserve!"
"Temari, I'll say this one more time," Kira smiled sweetly, "I do not like Gaara, we are never going to go out with each other or ever get married, so you'll have to rely on some other girl to being you nieces and nephews."
"But I want you to be my sister!" Temari wailed, pouting slightly.
"Get over it," Kira shrugged.
"Kira," a voice said.
And considering Kira wasn't paying much attention to who was speaking, she groaned and didn't bother turning from her chest of drawers where she was putting her clothes away, she didn't notice Temari slip away, a small smirk on her face after whispering something to the new occupant of the room.
"Temari, you say I should ask Gaara out one more time, I swear to god, I will fireball your ass," Kira snapped irritably.
"Well, that sounds painful," the voice said again, Kira still wasn't paying attention.
"It is, trust me, you blonde bim-" Kira stopped as she turned and saw Gaara standing there instead of Temari, Kira felt her cheeks start to heat up, "uh, where's Temari?"
"She left," Gaara shrugged, stepping closer to the blushing girl.
"Where to?" Kira gulped, backing away from the advancing Gaara.
"I don't know, said something about phoning someone," he replied as she hit the chest of drawers behind her.
"Anyone I know? Might be able to catch up," Kira laughed weakly, rubbing her back where she's hit it on the edge of the furniture.
"You've been gone four days," Gaara smirked, standing in front of her now.
"Something might have happened, Kiba could have finally realised dogs pissing everywhere isn't cool, a long shot, but hey," she rambled, looking up at Gaara's face, he was a head taller than her and seemed to tower over her as she stood there, gulping slightly.
"Are you scared of me?" he asked softly as he looked into her emerald eyes.
"No," Kira replied quietly, unable to tear her eyes away from his sea foam green ones.
"Good," Gaara nodded, before turning and walking away.
Kira stared after him, her cheeks flushed, her mind reeling.
"Okay," she muttered to herself, "what the hell just happened?"
"YOU ARE DEAD HARU!!!!!!!!!!" Kira screamed as the Iwa shinobi teased her about the shop incident.
Haru gulped and started running.
Screaming.
Like a little girl.
Kira froze as she heard this and doubled over in laughter.
"You-scream-like-a-little-GIRL!!!" she giggled, gasping for air between each word.
"Shut up!" Haru snapped, folding his arms and huffing.
Kira laughed harder, her face going red from lack of oxygen.
"Uh, Kira, I don't know if you've heard of a thing called breathing, but it's kinda of important," Kankuro called to the giggling girl who was now clutching her sides, rolling around on the floor of the incredibly large hallway.
Kira nodded and gulped for air as the front door opened, she sat up and saw Gaara and a bunch of council members, she leapt up instantly and laughed feebly.
"I'm going to go see if Temari needs any help in the kitchen," she said hastily, running through the door to the kitchen.
Gaara smirked while the council members gaped after her.
"My sister and the kunochi from Konaha are preparing dinner for us," Gaara said, nodding to the door Kira just ran through.
"Ah, who is the kunochi from Konaha, Lady Tsunade said she would send her best?" one of the council members asked eagerly.
"You just met her, her name is Kira," Gaara answered,smirking ever so slightly.
"The laughing like a loon girl?" another council member questioned.
"Yes, that's her," Gaara nodded, "she is powerful though, and takes her work seriously, she beat Haru in a fight."
"I wasn't fighting at my best!" Haru protested.
"Neither was she, remember?" Kankuro interjected, a taunting smile on his painted face.
Nobody heard Haru's answer as he mumbled away, heading up the stairs, an angry scowl on his face.
"She beat Haru, eh?" the oldest council member wheezed, "he's head of the ANBU in Iwa, what rank is she?"
"Jounin," Gaara replied, "though she was going to try out for ANBU status next month, but the treaty won't be finished."
"Maybe she could help out in the Academy, we need more sensei's, no one's intrested in teaching anymore," the same council member said, stroking his long beard thoughtfully.
"You can ask her, I suppose," Gaara shrugged, "she'll be living in Suna now, though I think she's more of a warrior, not a teacher."
"She could be both," the old man suggested, "now how about we all go sit down?"
Gaara nodded and led the way to the sitting room, thinking about what had just been said.
Kira placed the plates round the table and grinned in satisfaction, "perfect," she muttered, heading back into the kitchen to make sure Temari didn't destroy anything.
"Kira, is this meat cooked?" the older girl asked frantically, flapping round the joint of pork, "it has to be perfect, the council members are eating with us."
Kira tested the pork and nodded, grinning, "yeah, Temari, it's cooked."
A relieved look crossed over Temari's face and she placed the meat on a large plate and slicing it neatly as Kira served the vegetables, Temari then placed some meat on the plates and the girls took it through the dining room, Kira casting a small flame over the plates so the food would stay warm as she and Temari headed upstairs to change.
While they were shopping, after the 'Gaara is/is not hot' incident, Temari remembered the Annual Once a Year Council Dinner that was always held at the Kazekage's house and everyone currently staying the house had to attend. So Temari had persuaded Kira ro buy a dress, yes a dress.
Kira despised dresses and would have perfered to be in her usual shorts and top, she even would have even worn a trouser suit thing, but no, it had to be a dress.
The dress was dark green, the exact same shade as her eyes, and finished just below the knee, it clung to her curves and had spagetti straps holding it up. She wore green open toed sandal heels and tied her shoulder length purple hair into a bun with a few bangs surrounding her face, as usual she wore her black choker with the star on it.
She wore a clear sparkly lipgloss and black eyeliner, making her eyes really stand out, she sighed as she saw her reflection, if Anko could see her now, her picture would be all over Konaha.
Temari came in the room as Kira smoothed her dress.
The blonde was dressed in a black mini dress that went to mid thigh, she had on the same make up as Kira and had black stilettos on her feet, her hair was for once done in a single high ponytail and was smooth and sleek.
"Wow, Kira, you look great," Temari grinned.
"Thanks, Temari, you look amazing," Kira answered, following Temari out the room and down the stairs, feeling uncomfortable in the dress and high heels, she was a tomboy and always would be, "do have to wear this, why can't I wear something I feel comfortable in?" she whispered to Temari.
"Because this is a formal dinner, I even made Kankuro wear a suit," Temari shot back, also whispering as they descended the stairs.
"Woah, what?" Kira grinned, "what about the face paint?"
"Nope, I made him take it off."
"He'll be even worse than me," Kira giggled quietly as Gaara and the council members appeared on a door directly to her left, she yelped and jumped back, then stumbled in the high heels she wore, "stupid high heels!" she exclaimed as Gaara stared at her, she looked so different.
"Gaara, you okay man?" Kankuro asked as he appeared next to them with Haru.
Gaara cleared his throat and nodded as Kira talked to Temari, determindly not catching his eye.
As the group headed into the dining room, Gaara fixed his eyes on Kira, Kankuro was right (which didn't happen very often), she had an amazing body, perfect curves and really nice legs and her skin looked so smooth, so soft, he shook his head slightly as they sat down, him at the head of the table, the council members around him, he noticed Kira give a slight flick of the hand and frowned slightly.
Kira noticed this and grinned at him, 'getting rid of the fire, kept the food warm,' she mouthed before turning to talk one of the council members.
"Now, you're Kira am I correct?" the elderly man smiled.
"Yes, nice to meet you, sir," Kira said polietely, smiling back at the old man.
"Now, I've been told you're a powerful kunochi," the old said.
"I'm not that good sir," Kira replied, looking slightly embarressed.
"Anyway, we need more senseis down at the Academy, would you be intrested?" he asked, looking at her with twinkling brown eyes.
"Um, well you see sir, I'm here for the peace treaty, I''m not sure if I'll have time to-" Kira was cut off.
"You have Tuesdays and Thursdays off, you could go then, couldn't you?" Gaara interjected, casuing Kira and the council member to look at him.
"I have Tuesdays and Thursdays off?" Kira frowned.
Gaara nodded.
"Well, why wasn't I told?" she demanded.
"I thought you were," Gaara shrugged.
"I wasn't!" Kira exclaimed, then turned back to the council member, "I guess I'll be down there Tuesdays and Thursdays."
The council member smiled gratefully at her, then she turned back to Gaara.
"Hey, can we have Saturdays off too?" she asked.
"No," Gaara replied.
"But I can never get up on a Saturday, unless it's past ten, please, Gaara!" Kira pouted, her bottom lip sticking out cutely.
Gaara gazed at her big green eyes for a second, then shook his head, "no."
"Oh, you're a meanie head!"
Everyone around the table choked at the name and glanced between Gaara and Kira, the former was smirking and the latter was still pouting.
"'Meanie head'?" Gaara questioned, "are you sure you're not a six year old in disguise?"
"Gaara, unless you want me to fireball your ass, I suggest you shut the hell up," Kira muttered threateningly, creating a small fireball in her hand.
"You wouldn't dare," Gaara said, narrowing his eyes.
"You wanna test that theory?" she smirked, bouncing the fireball slightly, everyone gulped and flicked their eyes to Gaara.
"You wouldn't," he said surely.
"I always did like a challange," Kira said, throwing the fireball at him.
Gaara caught it in his sand and sent a wave of it after her, she jumped out of her seat, but stumbled in her landing because of her shoes, she cursed and started taking them off as Gaara sent another load of sand after her, she leapt into the air, dodging the sand, unbuckling her shoes at the same time and throwing them at him, shoes can be weapons too!
"You're going down, Kira," Gaara said, smirking at the purle haired girl who grinned back as he blocked her shoe attack, "and that could've been lethal."
"Good thing I have faith in your skills then," she laughed lightly, creating another fireball, this one smaller.
"Aw, I knew you cared," Gaara said, wrapping his sand around her hand, extinguishing the fireball and pulled her to her him, his sand was tight around her hand, not hurting her, simply keeping her in place, she grinned up at him.
"You haven't won," she said, creating a small fire bomb in the captured hand and exploded it, she backflipped away as he was distracted and landed neatly on the table, grin still in place, "see, I'm awesome."
"Wow, so modest," Kankuro muttered sarcastically to Temari who elbowed him and carried on wactching the fight with intrest.
"Yeah, but you haven't won either," Gaara replied, sending more of his sand after her, she dodged it every time.
"Oh my god!! The sand dances, whoo, the amzing dancing sand!" Kira cheered, moving quickly, making the sand 'dance'.
"Kira, has anyone ever told you, you need help?" Haru asked, ducking as she jumped over his head.
"Everyday, Haru, everyday," she laughed...then she landed on a fork, "OW JESUS CHRIST!!! STOP THE FIGHT!!!!!! STOP THE FIGHT!!!!"
"Why?" Gaara asked, one awsome invisible eyebrow raised.
"I trod on a fork!" Kira whimpered, sitting in her seat and examing her poor fork stabbed foot, "its bleeding and everything!"
Everyone sweatdropped as Kira wailed over her fork abused foot, Gaara went over to her and saw the tiniest speck of blood imaginable, he wiped it and no more blood appeared.
"Oh my god!! Gaara's a miricle worker!" Kira cried, staring at Gaara in awe.
"Kira, do you take drugs?" Temari asked seriously, looking concerned.
"Nope!" Kira grinned, leaping up and hugging Gaara before skipping away, singing, "Gaara the mircle worker! He looks like a panda! Gaara the miricle worker!"
A/N: So uh, what do you think, please review!!