Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Years in Sand ❯ A small tastle with Gaara ( Chapter 6 )

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Atashi sat at the kitchen table, eating the breakfast that Temari had prepared that day. On a regular basis the girls switched who would cook, usually once a week and this week it was Temari's turn. Kankuro had volunteered to cook every other week too, but after the first disaster that was breakfast, Temari and Atashi banned him from ever using the kitchen appliances again, without their or an adults supervision.

The stack of pancakes rapidly disappeared as Kankuro and Temari ate rapidly, Temari explaining between bites that she and Kankuro were going on a mission that morning. Atashi nodded, eating her food at a snail's pace compared to the eldest two of the sand siblings. She couldn't help but notice Kankuro glancing at her every other second and Gaara's intense glare directed at her.

Atashi lifted her head and stared back at the sand demon retainer. Neither of them blinked nor moved for ten minutes, both too occupied to notice that both Temari and Kankuro had left. Gaara refused to break eye contact as did Atashi, so they sat there quietly until Atashi blinked. Atashi having finally broken their long intense glare noticed that she and Gaara were now alone in an empty house. Finishing what was left of her food, the Jounin stood and left the table, depositing the dishes in the sink and preparing to go upstairs. Gaara had different thoughts.

As she was about to walk out of the kitchen, Gaara shoved her into the wall.

Atashi spun around angrily, “What the hell did you do that for?!”

Gaara pushed her into the wall again, this time holding her there, “I want to know why you kissed my brother.”

“Why? Are you jealous I kissed him and not you?”

Gaara gripped her neck tightly shaking in anger, “I have never and will never be jealous of that idiot who is my brother, now answer my question.” He was seething with anger.

“First of all, its none of your business why I kissed him.” `Because I don't even know WHAT possessed me to kiss him in the first place. Ew. My mouth still has the taste of his make-up in it. Note to self: Buy more mouth wash.' “Secondly, since I'm sure he didn't tell you, how about you tell me why you were there in the first place.”

“I don't have to answer you, kunoichi. You are in no position to ask me questions.”

Atashi took hold of his wrist and turned it painfully to the side, making Gaara let go of her neck. “Now I am not, and I don't have to answer any of your questions, so let me go.”

Gaara grasped her wrist with the hand he had freed from her grasp. “Not until you answer my question,” he snarled, his eyes flashing black and yellow.

Atashi's wrist slipped through his hand, as she brought her arm back and then forward again rapidly, catching the unsuspecting Shukaku retainer right in the jaw. Gaara stumbled back a couple steps, his head down and his body quivering. His head shot up again as he looked upon Atashi with murderous intent burned into his pupils. He brought his hand up and wiped away the blood that drizzled from his mouth.

“I told you to let me go. Next time listen to me so I don't have to resort to violent methods...”

“YOU will answer my question or YOU will DIE!”

“Neither are appealing so if you'll excuse me…”

Gaara attacked furiously, using his sand to entrap the kunoichi, but when his sand curled around her body, she disappeared. `Kuwarimi.' Gaara turned to look at the girl he fought but found her to be already in front of him. She punched him again sending him flying and into the kitchen table. The table shattered under the force of Gaara's impact. His sand cushioned him, saving him from any additional damage he may have received by actually hitting the hard wood floor.

His sand set him on his feet again, as he sent glares at Atashi. Atashi observed that part of his face was cracked, much like how a ceramic pot looked when you dropped it on a sharp edge.

His mind was racing. `Why is my sand barrier ineffective against her? She's not as fast as Lee-san was nor does she has she performed any sort of raw chakra jutsu like Sasuke-san did, so why the hell is her fist going through my barrier as if it were tissue paper. She's too dangerous-.'

`She's far too dangerous and much too powerful. Kill her and let our sand mix with her blood so we in turn may become as powerful as she! Then no one will stop us!'

Gaara's skin near the crack became discolored in comparison to the rest of his face; the skin became a dusty brown.

“Gaara, I do not wish to fight with you. It is a waste of time and valuable energy.”

Gaara snarled again, launching another attack with his sand. His sand took the form of moving spikes that attempted to pinpoint and impale Atashi. Atashi wasn't in the I- want-to-be-killed-by-really-sharp-sand mood so she did the best she could and continued to replace herself with random objects in the room which included the following: four chairs near the demolished kitchen table, the toaster, the hand carved fifty year old grandfather clock, the garbage can, the new puppet that Kankuro had recently finished, and eventually the dish drain, all of which were blown into oblivion.

Atashi, who had ran out of objects to replace herself with, dodged out of the way of the spikes. They missed her by a hair's length. Instead they hit the sink's facet, instantly destroying it. The sand withdrew back to Gaara, avoiding the water that sprayed out of the broken pipe. Atashi panted, slightly hunched over standing close enough to the sink that its cool spray slowly drenched her body.

“You're wasting your time, Gaara. Its useless to try and use your sand against me.”

“Why? Do you also have a sand demon within you?”

“Does it look like I have a sand demon inside of me?”

They both stood apart, glaring at each other like there was no tomorrow.

“Atashi, Gaara! We're -Oh my god! What the hell happened in here?!” Kankuro and Temari stood in the entrance to the kitchen, mouths gaping at the extensive damage done.

“We will continue this conversation at another time, Ichimaru-san.”

“Fine.”

They both turned and walked off in opposite directions. When they were out of earshot, Temari turned to Kankuro and said, “From now on we don't leave those two in a room alone.”

Kankuro nodded in agreement, taking in the full force of the damage done in the kitchen, “How are we going to explain this one?”

Both cringed at the same thought, `We are so dead.'

“Oh no!” Temari yelled.

“What?!”

“We forgot to tell Gaara and Atashi-san that Otou-san wanted to see them! You find Gaara, I'll find Atashi.”

“Wait, why do I have to find Gaara?”

“Because you're older then me and you'd be able to find him easier than I.”

“How do you know? You go find him!”

“No, you do it!”

“You do it!”

“Kankuro, you go find Gaara before I'm forced to resort to violence,” Temari growled reaching for her fan.

“Fine! I'm going! No need to be abusive.”

“That's better.”

Atashi approached the Kazekage's office slowly, trying to think of the reason he would want to see her on such a short notice. Temari's explanation had been brief and undescriptive, so she truly did not know the reason although she contemplated that it was either for a mission or it was about the fight she had had with Gaara. She grumbled pathetically under her breath trying to think of an excuse for her fight with Gaara in case that was indeed the reason why she had been summoned. As she reached for the doorknob, she felt a familiar flash of chakra and quickly withdrew her hand.

Gaara was in there. In that room with the Kazekage.

`I don't want to be in there with him.'

`Who are you talking about? Crazy psycho bastard or crazy psycho hottie?'

`Both!'

`Oh, come on, you like Gaara, admit it.'

`As much as I like the taste of orange juice and tooth paste.'

`Hey! That sounds pretty tasty.'

Atashi cringed, `That is so gross and so wrong!'

She heard movement behind the door and it was jerked open, so that Atashi was now facing Gaara.

“Ichimaru-san, come in. I have a mission for you,” the Kazekage called from behind Gaara.

`Oh joy…. A mission.'

A/N: sorry its so short people, I have a bit more of writer's block affecting my mind but it should be cured by next week so if you'd just leave a comment I'll update faster…ish…. Yeah well you get the picture.