NO RECAP!I stood over the stove as usual ever since the sand siblings left my friends went out to train while I worked on the food. I was originally training with them but since I had no control.. I wasn't exactly allowed anymore. I sighed. I had never really liked aprons but I'd already ruined my new pajama pants and I didn't want to ruin anymore.
I continued cutting the carrot into little circles that later I would shape into flowers. We were having Nabe (roast) tonight. "Ow! Stupid F-cking knife!" I screamed. I wasn't paying attention and the knife slipped on my finger. I sighed and sucked on my finger. It wasn't so bad I suppose. I do love to cook. But I had also gained the responsibility of a Japanese housewife. And it started to show.
My hair was usually in a pony tail but lately its been in a bun. I've even started to thin out. What's happening?! I found myself missing home. "eh, what's to miss," I whispered. I had to get out of the house, and out of Konoha. I pulled myself up on the counter. It's not like I can just take a road trip. I was waiting for the water to boil.
There was a knock at the door. I frowned. Sasuke would have just come in.. who could it be? I walked to the door and opened it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "G-Gaara" I nearly fainted. He was blushing. "H-Hi," he stuttered. "Um uh, do you w-wanna come in?" I asked shakily. He nodded and stepped into the door. Why was he here?
"I'm sorry I left like that," he started off. Then he gave me a weird look and I remembered I was in my four leaf clover pants, my torn black tee-shirt and the black apron that Sasuke lent me. "What happened to you?" he asked. "Well, I can't exactly train, they're afraid I'll hurt somebody. Also Sasuke has my dream kitchen so.." I trailed off. "But, your look so," he couldn't find words. "Like a mother," he finished. "-_- You have a few people that will agree with you on that, at least back home," I said.
It was true. When my step mom had the twins people always thought we were sisters that had babies near the same time. And also there was that time the people at Senor Tequilas gave me and alcoholic drink.. "I feel old," I muttered. I was 13 for God's sake! He gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but you look like a mother with no wrinkles," he said. "Well at least I don't have wrinkles," I said laughing.
"Well would you like anything?" I asked. "I actually came here to give you something," he said. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out my star amulet. "I've been looking for that!" I exclaimed. "Temari found this around my gourd and liked it so she kinda took it," he said. "Oh," I blushed, I didn't remember taking it off though. Wait.. Never mind. I remembered perfectly now. I blushed as he put around my neck and tied it. "Hmm, I actually think I would like some pocky," he said smiling. I nodded and walked into the kitchen.
I rummaged through the cabinets and found some chocolate pocky and threw it to him. I was sitting on the counter again. He came and sat there with me. I took a piece of pocky and bit off the tip. "Now you look like a little kid," he said. "Hey!" I said. I tried to smack his head but his sand caught my wrist. I tried to hit him with my other hand but his sand caught that one too.
It wasn't until then that I realized what a compromising position. I still had pocky hanging out of my mouth. He smirked. I gulped. "And now I look like..?" I asked. He bent down and whispered in my ear. "Mine." He ate the pocky out of my mouth. Just then the door swung open. "Maggie have you finished din-" Lacey's jaw just dropped. Hmm what could she be thinking, she was staring at me with half a pocky stick hanging out of my mouth, my wrists clutched in Gaara's sand, and in Gaara's lap.
"Lacey are you ok?" Sarah yelled from the other room. Gaara's sand dropped me and I landed flat on my butt. "Ow," I said wincing. Sarah came in and frowned. "Hey, what's Gaara doing here?" "Nothing," Lacey said as she finally realized what was going on. I knew I was in for one hell of a question later. I quickly got up and quickly worked on finishing dinner. Gaara was still sitting on the counter blushing like crazy. Thanks to my pale skin the blush outdid his. Curse my Irish background.
"I-It'll be done in a bit," I said shakily. Sarah raised and eyebrow and put her hands up. "I don't want to know," she said. Sarah left the room. "I should probably go," Gaara said. I nodded. He put his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. I smiled. "See ya later," he said. I nodded and kept cooking. I heard the door and realized that I had been holding my breath. I filled my lungs and breathed out slowly.
Lacey closed the door. "What the hell did I walk in on??!" she said putting her hands on her hips. Me a mother? I felt like I was getting scolded by my mom.
