Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Anthology no Jutsu ❯ Brain Freeze ( Chapter 6 )

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Brain Freeze

Popberry Bluetart

435 Words

Lee/Gaara

Rock Lee had been given the difficult task of entertaining the Kazekage on his visit, and, after the third week, had run out of ideas. He had been very close to admitting Defeat- and thus performing one hundred laps around the village before nightfall- when he was struck with Inspiration.

As it turned out, Gaara-sama had indeed never before tried ice cream. Temari-san had once commented on it being a rare treat in the desert, and ate it almost ravenously when she came to Konoha. Her younger brother was a bit more wary of the cold delight however, eyeing the pink strawberry stuff suspiciously.

Lee laughed at Gaara-sama's apprehensive look. “You have to eat it before it melts, Gaara-sama.” He explained, gesturing to his own cone of vanilla. “Otherwise it will get all over your hand.”

Gaara-sama had a small look of uncertainty between his turquoise eyes as he licked the ice cream. The second lick came less hesitantly and was soon followed by a third. Lee watched the small, pink tongue devour the strawberry treat messily, and an Image of Youthful Passion passed unexpectedly behind his eyes. He froze and some of his ice cream dripped on his bandaged hand, white and sticky.

Lee had to throw his ice cream away and excused himself from the Kazekage's presence early so he could exercise until the Image of Youth had left his system. (One hundred laps around the village sounded nice.) Gaara-sama merely gave a Look and let him go, but the next day, asked if they could go for ice cream again. He could not deny Gaara-sama anything and thus he consented to go once more to the ice cream parlor. Silently, he swore that he would run two hundred laps if his mind lingered in Places It Should Not Be.

Despite his resolve, however, Lee found that his traitorous thoughts reappeared at the same time the Kazekage's tongue did. Gaara-sama must have noticed something odd for he raised an eyebrow at the twisted expression on Lee's face. “Brain freeze,” Lee grit through his teeth. “It is what happens when you eat too much at once.”

Gaara-sama thankfully did not comment on the odd strain of Lee's voice or the untouched ice cream. He said nothing when Lee excused himself early once more to run two hundred laps around Konoha before night fell, for which Lee was supremely grateful.

But this time, the Image of Youthful Passion would not leave him no matter how much he exercised, and, as it would turn out, Lee was the one who got it all over his hand.

Author's Notes: If you are not a Gaara/Lee fan, read Maldoror's Diplomatic Relations. It will corrupt you, and you will search the Internet for all things Gaara/Lee, only to find that the fandom is depressingly small. Then you will write or draw something that is Gaara/Lee, adding to the wonderfulness, and finally, you will be happy.