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KanashimiRaven — GaaMatsu: 30kisses D.H. no12
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Published: 2008-07-08 19:16:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 501; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 4
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Fandom: NarutoTheme: # 12 – In a Good Mood
Pairing: Sabaku no Gaara x Matsuri
Title: Okonomiyaki?
Rating: K+
Summary: “You’re so convincing…Come on, let’s go for lunch. My treat.” He said. “I want okonomiyaki!” the girl said, hands behind her back.
Disclaimer: Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
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“Stretch.”
Ching!
“Behind you.”
Ching!
“Faster.”
Sweat drop.
“Above.”
“Hyaaaah!”
“Below! Now!”
“You damn!”
Crimson droplets on the sand. Matsuri hit the ground hart, on her knees but not so beaten up like all the previous times. No, not this time. She supported herself on her arms and got up, picking up her jou-hyou. Gaara wasn’t looking at her anymore, but right up to the sky. The sun was right in the middle of it.
“Oooi! Sensei!” Matsuri shouted, catching up her breath. “Can we stop for now? I’m hungry!”
“You do that every day!...”
“Well, I don’t think a person that doesn’t get hungry at this hour exists.”
“…” Somehow, Gaara couldn’t find an answer for that. He just grabbed her forehead and patted her at the back of her head. “You’re so convincing…Let’s go. My treat.” He said, and Matsuri, even though she was exhausted, jumped in the air happily.
“I want okonomiyaki!” she said, hands behind her back.
“Okonomiyaki huh? You’ve got such a commoner’s taste, Matsuri.”
“Okonomiyaki is fine, isn’t it? I am a commoner after all. What did you expect me to like and eat, caviar?”
“Well no, but you could like sukiyaki, onigiri, miso, or at least soba!”
“Hey, just because I don’t want to eat that kind of food outside it doesn’t mean that I don’t like it or I don’t cook it myself at home! I’m just thinking of how much preparation it might take and if you want to know, sukiyaki’s my favorite!”
“I don’t believe it! It’s the most expensive around here; either you make it at home or go eat it out…And takes most time to prepare! You sure you didn’t say it on purpose?” Gaara asked. If his brows were visible, they’d have disappeared in the roots of his hair.
“Of course not. Oh, and If we’re going to have a dessert, I want sakura moichi.”
“…For a girl, you don’t have such a weird taste.”
“And how would you, Gaara-sensei know what girls like?”
“Temari’s my sister. That much is enough.”
“Eeeeh? Isn’t Temari-san more…man-like?”
“Only in the outside, trust me.”
“Hai, hai…Oh, we’re here!” she stopped walking out of the restaurant and got inside. “Ojisan! Table for two!”
“Matsuri-chan, here again? Oh…Kazekage-sama!”
“What?”
“The Kazekage’s among us!”
“Gaara-sama!”
“Kazekage-dono!”
“Hey, hey, calm down! He’s just here to eat, y’ know? Just let the man in peace, you people!” Matsuri yelled and grabbed Gaara’s hand, trotting to their table. She sat down and crossed her arms, mumbling “dame, dame, dame”, shaking her head lightly with her eyes closed.
“…’dono’?” Gaara thought. “Come to think of it, no one has ever addressed me so…”
“Gaara-sensei.” Matsuri shook her palm in front of his face. “Hey, anyone here?”
“Eh, of course yes! You’re so mean!”
“Where were you?”
“I’m sorry?”
“You were traveling.”
“Huh?”
“Mentally.”
“I still don’t get you.”
“Oh, forget it. Let’s just eat, ne?”
“Whatever…”
“Here’s your order, Matsuri-chan. As always, no meat but cheese, right?”
“Right Ojisan, thank you!”
“Want me to prepare it for you?”
“No, no, I’ll do it myself!” Matsuri said and spilled the batter mixture on the teppan , after mixing it up in the bowls. Gaara looked at her; her movements as she prepared their meal quickly, almost like a professional. She formed the mix of both bowls to circles like pancakes and watched them as they were getting fried. When they were ready, she removed them from the hotplate and placed one on his plate, and one on hers, and cut them to pieces so that they’d cool off faster.
“Here you go, Gaara-sensei. Is all yours.” She said and begun eating her own piece. “Oh, it’s hot!”
Gaara looked at the eight pieces Matsuri had cut his okonomiyaki into; they didn’t look like anything special, but he picked up his chopsticks and brought one to his mouth.
Wah.
“Eh..! Umai!” he said, surprised and looked at her. “It’s great!”
“Really? Thank you.” She said with a big smile. “If you want, I can cook it myself too.” Matsuri said after swallowing her bite.
“I want.” Gaara replied calmly.
“Eh?” Matsuri blinked.
“I said that I want you to cook this for me sometime.” Gaara said.
“Eh…Yeah, sure, if we got time after the training…Why not?”
“You’re blushing.”
“Ah, that...eh…”
“Could it be…That you haven’t cooked okonomiyaki for someone else before?” Gaara asked.
“…Kinda…But, but, I just want it to be good enough for Gaara-sensei…” Matsuri’s voice faded as she spoke, until her words weren’t audible anymore.
“Matsuri…”
“Y-yes?”
“You don’t have to make it perfect because I’ll be eating it. Cook it as you’d do it for yourself.”
“You…Are you sure you trust my cooking skills, Gaara-sensei?”
“Definitely.”
“Gaara-sensei..”
“Hm?”
“You’ve gotten really close, you know…”
“So?”
“Emm…I…”
“Oh, won’t you ever stop?” Gaara asked.
“I’m sorry?!”
“I said stop…” he answered and embraced her shoulders with his one arm. “Or I will”
“G…Gaa-“
But she couldn’t continue. Gaara leaned over and kissed her, sealing her lips and leaving her no chance to say more. In a second, all her self-control crumbled and all she could think of was what he was doing. She closed her eyes and didn’t even try to think of pulling away; she kissed him back and smiled.
He didn’t even seem to remember where they were.
It was good.
If he had started to forget the presence of other people around him when doing something so personal like this, he was sure getting better.
He’d regain his communicative skills in time.
Matsuri would be there to help him.
