Oh em gee… is this it? Is this the truth? Is Baby Cougar ACTUALLY writing a new chapter to something!?

Perhaps, perhaps not. I've lost a lot of time, so I'm going to have to do a lot to get myself back up to speed. I have a few WIPs on the backburner for some chapters of I don't even know WHICH stories, but I'll try getting on working on them again. I decided to update this one fresh since I started thinking about Gaara when music did her last chapter. I'm gonna try to make this one a bit longer, and it's gonna be weird. I'm running out of creative ways to make Gaara wanna hate me, but I'll sit with Music and invent a few.

Chapter 13: Game Over

Written by Baby Cougar

"There's an orange one up in that tree, see it?"

All I got in response was a grunt, the click of a button, and Link maneuvered up to fetch the orange Rupee. Another 100 to add to the pot. The seafoam eyes were intensely focused on the screen, hairless brows beading in concentration. He'd been concentrating on mastering this "Wii" thing, taking the liberty of playing my Twilight Princess. Currently, he was attempting to find all the dark insects in Kakariko Village. He'd been at it for a long time, but he'd caught on quickly on how to swing the remote and nunchuck. I leaned back on my pillow, against the headboard, while Gaara sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, nearly unaware of his surroundings. I guess, even though he's Kazekage, he IS still just a kid.

Hn... I started getting bored, since Twilight Princess IS a one-player game, and there wasn't much I could do, even though I'd played it before. I made him leave his gourd by the front door; just because the game agitates you does NOT mean you can crush the TV, after all. That meant there was a slight increase in the safety level. Just slightly. Hmm… he was focusing on that game pretty hard… wonder how much it would take to completely distract him? Making up my mind and blotting out my boredom, I crawled toward him. Gaara barely registered the shift in the material from my movements.

I touched my hand to the unruly flames of his hair, ruffling it up and doing nothing to help the style. His hair was course and dry; an attribute that was primarily due to cheap shampoo and the fact that he lived in a desert. Yay sand. He twitched his head, otherwise ignoring me. No good, 'eh? The speaker on the remote let out the sharp sound of Midna giggling, indicating that there was a spot for Wolf Link to jump up higher to. While he jumped, my face hovered around his right ear, chin resting on his shoulder and resting against his back. "Hi."

He spared me an irritated sideways glance before looking back to the screen. "…Hi." Still a no-go? I shifted to accommodate for his jerky movements; swinging the Wiimote will do that, you know. Putting my knees past his hips, my arms slid around his waist and folded neatly in his lap. "…What are you doing, Cougar?" Response, response… "Nnn… hug." I murred. He shifted, rather uncomfortably, shifting his attention back to the game, his focus not intent as it had been. Getting closer…

Now, lemme tell you folks. Gaara is not cuddly. He does not "cuddle". He broods. When he gets a chance, at least, between being harassed by either Music or myself. I smirked against his ear; trying to further his discomfort. I whistled slightly through my teeth, making a sort of "pssst" sound. He twitched again, and the wolf on the screen engaged with three big black shadow creatures. Hmmm…. Still not good enough? He was harder to distract than I thought. Well, fine. If it's gonna be like that…. My arms went up, hooking his, and grabbing his head. Liiiiiiiick.

Now, several things happened simultaneously. First, there was a grunt from Gaara, followed by a loud crack that resonated through my skull, the Wiimote having collided with my forehead. I answered with my own grunt, falling back from the impact. In the background, I hear the bark of a dog, then a collision, then the whine and Midna's disapproval. After that, the melody that lets you know that it's Game Over. I cracked up; barely registering Gaara's evil glare but sobering at the wave of killer intent. Upon seeing a hint of pink across his pale cheekbones, I sputtered, laughing again. Who the hell lives in a desert and remains that pale!? He growled.

"DAMNIT COUGAR."

"Bwuahahahahaaaaa…."