"Hey, Cougar?"

"Hm?

"Is 'Cougar' truly your name?"

I stopped sipping my soda, and turned to look at the redhead.

"Why do you ask, Gaara?"

He looked contemplative for a moment, and his sea foam eyes locked with my hazel.

"I've been doing some research, and…"

Uh-uh…

"…Well, a cougar is a species of North American cat, felis concolor or felis panthera. Also, it is what an older woman is called when she is interested in younger men. Surely you wouldn't want to go by such a name?"

Well, damn. The boy was doing research. He must have gotten on Music's computer back in Suna, because I don't let anyone on mine here in Konoha. Really, my alias was no concern of his, but the look he was throwing me was disgruntling.

"And," he continued, "as far as my knowledge extends, you are four years older than me."

My eye twitched. The lunatic couldn't possibly think that…

"Uh, Gaara?"

"Yes, Coug?"

"…It's just a name. You're looking in to it too deeply."

He contemplated for a moment. Perhaps he was. I don't know why it interested him so much.

"Did you know that 'Gaara' means 'loving only thyself'?"

He nodded.

"I did."

I took another sip of soda and passed it back to him. Well, if he really wanted to know…

"C'mon, Gaara. Let's take a little walk, and I'll explain."

"Uh… sure."

We began our walk, taking a dirt road.

"You see, back when I was in junior high and high school, we had a mascot. And what was it? A cougar. Hence, 'Baby Cougar'. Now, I had school pride. And my high school was the 'Home of the Cougars'."

He nodded.

"Where are you going with this?"

"You'll see."

We continued walking up the dusty road, and Gaara entertained himself by creating potholes in the dirt. We eventually came up upon a building, a small school. He looked interested, as the schools in Suna were massive.

"And you know why we're the home of the cougars?"

A single shake of his red head. I smirked, walking up to the doors.

"Come on ever here."

Finally, he hit a revelation. Gaara approached me more cautiously, and stood in front of the door.

"What…. ARGH!

He didn't have tome to finish his sentence. As I opened the door, a massive tawny creature burst forth, almost flattening him. A snarling scream of the mountain lion filled the air. Garra stood, arm extended, a little shocked, and the cat writhed in the air, suspended by sand. Deciding it wasn't worth it, he flung the creature, who rolled once and scrambled to its feet, racing off.

"Idiot."

I laughed.

"You wanted to know."

"Sometimes, I don't know what's more dangerous. Assassins trying to get me at the office or you and Music combined. Even you alone is bad enough."

"Raawr."

He walked away.

Okay, so it was just a random thought, 'kay? Thought it'd be funny to address. I've gotten called out on my name being "Cougar" before. And, for the record, no, it is not my real name. But, the whole high school thing is the reason why my name is "Baby Cougar".