It had been two weeks since Naruto and Gaara had run away from the leaf village. Neither of them seemed to have a place in mind to run -to- so they picked a direction and went as far as they could. As trips into the great unknown went, this had been a somwhat boring one.

Until now.

"Garra, are you seeing this too?"

"No." Naruto rubbed his eyes and tried to blink away the genjutsu, causing his friend to chuckle. "Yes, its there."

Naruto hit him. "Don't fuck with me like that, asshole!"

Garra just gave another chuckle and shook his head, staring out at the landscape before him. He had tried releasing the genjutsu already, which is how he knew that this was real deal.

He and Naruto stood at the edge of a white desert. In front of them was a mass of hills made of gum drops on which grew trees of what may have been sugar plums. On a whim, he tried to pick up the sand at his feet. When nothing happened, he bent and stuck his finger in, then tasted it.

"...powdered sugar." Could this get weirder? Of course, Naruto had to check.

"Holy shit. You know what this means?"

"Not remotely."

"FRENCH TOAST!" And with that Naruto started rummaging in his pack. Before Gaara could wonder what the hell the idiot was looking for, Naruto had Martha Stewart's kitchen, a loaf of texas toast, eggs, syrup, and an apron and hat.

"This'll just take a minute." Naruto hummed happily as he worked, and Gaara had a passing thought that Naruto was absolutly adorable as a chef. Then he remembered that he wasn't gay #that doesn't mean I won't write you that way...# and turned his attention to other, manly matters.

In precisely one minute, without quite knowing how, the kitchen and (unfortunately) the apron were gone and he was sitting at a small table looking at Naruto over a delicious steaming plate of French toast. Holding up a finger, Naruto bent down and grabbed two fisfuls of powdered sugar and threw them over the plate. "Bon apetite!"

Very full, the boys pressed into the crazy gumdrop territory. Other than the bizarre landscape, and the fact that all the trees weirdly reminded him of Kankuro, the morning was rather uneventful. That is, until they stood at the bottom of a very vibrant rainbow.

"Aren't you not supposed to be able to see a rainbow's end?" Gaara mused.

"Whatever." Naruto shrugged. "I've always wanted to touch a rainbow." He reached out his hand and...

"Naruto!" Gaara whipped out a stream of sand to catch the blond as he was whisked up into the rainbow, but Naruto was gone before he could blink, leaving Gaara standing alone, and very unsure of what to do.

=O.o this is weird even for me=