**Hello readers! Thanks for all of y'all reading my story and I really hope you enjoy. By the way I am going to try to post these every Sunday and Wednesday, but I am early for this chapter because I will be out skiing all tomorrow! Yup.**
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It was night when I woke again, but still the same day. I yawned, I wanted to grab a book from the shelf read and then go back to sleep. I pulled a random book of the self, pulled the pillows and the comforter to the floor, and read in my nest of pillows with the gold silk comforter on top of me. The book was interesting, something about wizards and their school. I was drifting back to sleep when the previously locked door, which I was sitting next to, was flung open as Gaara walked in, it must lead to Gaara's room. He looked around the room, not aware I was on the ground by his feet, I tugged on the bottom of his robe to get his attention. He looked down at me curled in my pillows and sat down beside me. I didn't know what to think besides the fact that such an emotionally cold person was so warm. Together we sat, he eventually took my book and read as I drifted off with my face pressed against his shoulder. His heart beat was so even a steady thump thump pause thump thump. It was the steady noise that I originally thought woke me but it was Gaara trying to wake me. My head rested on his chest and I was curled up against his side.
"Part of the deal was that you must eat every meal and I'm going to hold you to that." Was it me or had Gaara's voice become a bit warmer with some emotion, possibly. I rolled off the pillows to the soft carpeted floor, I very slowly started to move towards a sitting position. Gaara, obviously impatient, picked me up by my waist and flung me over his shoulder.
"What in holy hell do you think you are doing?" I struggled trying to get away from him, but his strong arms kept me pinned to his shoulder. "Goodness graces, you really enjoy complaining, don't you?" There was a hint of laughter in his voice. It seemed the emotionless, scary Kazekage was warming up to me. He walked with me on his shoulders down a staircase, took two lefts, and a right, then another left, I think. He set me down in front of what I believed to be the kitchen. We walked into together, but what waited for us on the other side was unimaginable. Food. Lots and lots of food. More food than I had probably eaten my entire life. Plates overflowing with chicken and other rare items in the desert, like fish and the most amazing thing on the table was the apples. Large, red apples, the cost of a single apple was more than a two months salary. All of it looked delicious, but just looking at it I was full, I lived with little food and I knew having so much after barely eating my entire life wasn't smart. I started with an apple and a chicken leg. It was fabulous but the little food had filled me and I couldn't eat anymore. Gaara looked displeased with the small amount of food but understood. He escorted me to my room, no playful banter this time, but instead of leaving he followed me into my room.
"I have a gift for you." His voice was monotone again. He motioned for me to wait and he unlocked to door connecting our rooms. He was in for a few moments then pulled out a cart, the item on it covered with a sheet. He pulled it over to a small table by the bed, which previously had not been there, and placed it down. He looked back at me; he was smiling! I walked over to where he stood and looked at him for approval to remove the sheet; Gaara nodded. Pulling the sheet off revealed a beautiful brass Gramophone. The horn was brass and the base a dark wood.
"Your mother said you liked antique things and music, I hope you like it." He sounded almost hopeful, it was so unlike him.
"Like it? How could I not like it, I love it!" With the excitement rushing through my bones Gaara was yanked downwards from his short 5'4" to my even shorter 5' in a bone crushing hug. **A/N I am actually Gaara's height, and I'm short for my age, he is a tiny kid!** He momentarily was shocked but returned the hug before pushing me away. Well, if you didn't want me to hug you, don't give awesome presents, my inner Amaya snapped. It was almost perfect.
"There are no records, it needs the records for it to be able to played." I gave him an odd look as if to say 'Dumbass get your act together!' Gaara smacked his face with his palm and left the room. Guess he forgot about that, but as if to prove me wrong he entered right after I thought that. He held a large stack of records the music was incredible.
"I pulled these out of my own personal collection so give them back, but feel free to borrow any of the music I own." Wow. Today was perfect, but with a full belly and a perfect ending, my eyelids grew heavy again.
"Temari stocked your closet while we ate and I think I will leave you be for now." Gaara turned to leave but my word momentarily stopped him...
"You know, you aren't that bad Gaara."