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Magic Gone Wrong!	By : LucklessMallory Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the series, the characters, and I make no profit from this fiction. This fiction is a piece of my own work.

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AN: This is the second to last chapter! Let us know what you think so far! Thanks!

“Well, you did a good job of keeping the place clean,” Gaara announced to the gremlins that gathered to greet him. He walked across the mansion's entry to the stairs, trailing a finger over the banister for inspection. He nodded in approval. “Last time I took a trip, you never bothered to dust anything. I’ll come up with a treat for you all in the tower once I’m settled.”
Some of the gremlins chattered to each other, pleased with their success. Others rushed to grab the sorcerer’s packs to haul up to the bedroom.
“Here you go! Home safe and sound!” Lee set the little gremlin that had traveled with them on the end table near the stairs. He grinned at the welcoming committee as his own packs were taken and brought to his room. The gourd on Gaara’s back however, was left alone.
The mansion was a welcome sight after months of traveling. With Shukaku’s physical death and capture, they’d made their trip back to their hometown with Naruto parting from their group to head on north. Their success lifted the burden on everyone, and let them simply enjoy the travel back to their town.
“Master Gaara, what do you want for dinner? I will start making something when I have settled in,” Lee called up, finding the title strange on his tongue with the realization that he’d stopped using it half-way through the trip back.
Gaara noticed the difference, too, and his brows furrowed as he turned to Lee. He shook his head. “I can help you cook. We can just use whatever hasn’t perished since we left. There should be some vegetables in jars, and possibly noodles that we can put into a soup.”
The sorcerer looked down at the back of his nails casually, inspecting his cuticles. “And... just call me Gaara. You never get my title right anyway. I gave up correcting you weeks ago.”
Lee’s eyes blinked wide before a smile grew on his face and he gave a thumbs up. His expression lightened up under the layer of dust from the roads. “Alright, Gaara! Change into something comfortable! I will be in the kitchen in a few minutes.” On an impulse, he reached forward and gave Gaara a one-armed hug then headed off to his room.
With Shukaku out of their minds and Gaara’s quest done, Lee was becoming more and more like himself again with the promise they made on his mind.
Gaara still felt confused about his connection with Lee, but he couldn’t deny how much easier it was for him to breathe now. Shukaku was taken care of, they were home together in the place they’d developed their feelings and harnessed their bond, and even being surrounded by the familiar little gremlins was helping Gaara relax a tad. A lot of the tension that had been weighing him down was gone now, or at least severely weakened. The sorcerer walked up the stairs and down the halls to his bedroom, where he changed and washed his face with relief.
Downstairs and in the kitchen not much later, Gaara began pulling things down from the cupboards. He sorted through anything that looked edible and put it into a pile.
Lee's familiar cheerful voice echoed in the hall outside until the smith entered the kitchen. He had a couple of the gremlins hanging from his elbows and shoulders. Apparently the little gremlin that had joined their travels had been boasting about it, and now they all wanted on. "We just arrived today! We are not leaving anytime again soon." He shook off some of the gremlins at the counter and escaped to Gaara's side.
He clasped the sorcerer's shoulders warmly and kissed the sensitive nape of his neck. "So much food! Are we preparing a feast?" he teased as he rolled up the sleeves of his cotton shirt and washed at the sink. "I am very happy to cook with you. This is the first time I will see you brew something that is not a spell or potion."
“Hn...” Gaara’s breath thickened at the kiss, though he kept his eyes on the jars, reading the scribbled labels in both Lee’s handwriting and his. “Cooking and brewing magic isn’t much different, when it comes to the basic mechanics of things. I’m just sorting through the ingredients first, for the moment.”
Gaara lifted a glass jar of what looked like dry beans, nodded to himself, and pulled out a tall metal pot. He summoned water from the property’s well, and lit the stove beneath it. He overturned a few jars into the pot, and grabbed a wooden spoon to mix it all with.
“I don’t know how this is going to taste, so we should probably throw in a couple spices. Maybe salt. I like salt.” Gaara turned and leaned back against the cupboards as the stew simmered. He crossed his arms and glanced at Lee in thought. “Where did you learn to cook, Lee? You know a lot of recipes, but most of the village men prefer to let woman handle the kitchen. They don’t know how to make more than meat on a skillet.”
Humming in approval of Gaara's choice of ingredients, Lee pulled out a wooden slab and a knife he'd forged himself. He began chopping additional vegetables and root crops with an experienced hand. "I grew up in an all male household my whole life. My mother died when I was very young, and with my father busy with the smithy, I had to learn cooking and such things from our neighbors and the townswomen at market," he said, throwing in the chopped bits and adding spices. He raised a brow at Gaara with a sly smile."Actually, if I did not learn these things, we would have lived on burnt meat cooked in the forge, and worn the same clothes weeks on without washing them."
Placing the lid on the pot, he pressed both hands against the counter on either side of Gaara and boxed him between his muscled arms. "I told you that I lived with my uncle for a while after my father died, right? There just was never any women to do those things."
“Yes, I remember now.” Gaara looked down from Lee’s face, examining the thick stretch of muscled pectorals and the sinew of Lee’s shoulders. With their close proximity, Gaara could smell Lee’s personal, musky scent like a pleasing cologne.
“I had to do all those things, too, when I was young.” Gaara slowly uncrossed an arm and spread his fingers over the center of Lee’s chest, casually as he spoke. He examined the ridges of fabric in Lee’s shirt, dragging his fingers over the threads. “During my first years of study under Shukaku, he made me work with my hands before he would ever teach me magic. I had to wash and cook, and clean up after his spells. I even learned some practical medicine, since he refused to help me after I burned myself on his spilt potions.” Gaara glanced at the dormant gourd that was propped up in the corner of the kitchen, then turned his attention back to Lee’s chest.
Lee shivered at the spark of magic that accompanied Gaara's touch. He grinned at the redhead and ran his fingers along his back. Every time Gaara talked about his past, he felt like the sorcerer trusted him more and more. They hadn't had the chance to just sit down and talk for a long time, so this was a welcome opportunity to clear up some of the blanks Lee had on Gaara's past. "How did you become his apprentice? I know you grew up learning from him and met Naruto during that time, but did you have any family before studying under him?"
“I had an older brother and sister. I was the youngest.” Gaara slid his hand up along Lee’s collar and neck, then through his hair briefly. He played with Lee’s bowl cut for a moment, combing it into disorder with his fingers and then brushing it back into place. He kept his eyes on Lee’s hair, not his face. “Shukaku passed through my town when I was a child. I don’t remember how old I was. Five or six years, maybe. He recognized talent for magic in me. My father traded me to Shukaku, though I don’t remember what he got in return. Something about good fortune for the clan.”
Shaking his head to brush away the stay bangs on his face, Lee hummed quietly as he mulled over Gaara's words. The pot simmered beside them with the kitchen starting to smell like the spices they'd thrown in, and filled the background with a homey bubbling noise. "Was it worth learning magic from him?" he asked, slowly kneading Gaara's back through the light clothes he wore. "You are so passionate about your craft now, and I can see how much you love being able to use magic. I always have."
“I’ve never asked myself that question.” Gaara’s brows furrowed once, before he leaned forward and let his forehead rest against Lee’s shoulder for a short moment. The strong fingers across his back felt good, helping him relax and making him feel warm. He paused and let himself enjoy the feeling for a short while, then turned away and moved in front of the stove to lift the pot lid and stir the stew. “I suppose it was worth it. I couldn’t imagine my life turning out any other way.”
The sorcerer blinked seriously down at the slowly bubbling stew, watching small pieces of vegetable rise to the surface or go missing as they sank back down again. He pushed a piece of potato to the bottom of the pot with his stirring spoon. “Do you still plan on taking that apprenticeship?”
Lee admired the steady look of concentration Gaara had over the pot of stew, until the sorcerer breached a topic they'd both been avoiding during the trip back. He sighed and stood behind Gaara, hands resting on his shoulders and Lee pressing his lips against Gaara's hair. "I want to. If not with Master Jordin, then with other blacksmiths I could learn from," he said, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. "We should take the pot off the fire before the vegetables are overcooked."
Reaching out, he placed his hand over Gaara's stirring hand. "Will you be mad if I did? Even if I came back after my apprenticeship ends?" They were just enjoying each other's company moments ago that Lee wasn't prepared to sort the mess of his desire for an apprenticeship, and Gaara's unspoken reply to his feelings. He didn't want another fight like the one they had near the desert.
“... No. I won’t be mad.” Gaara gripped the spoon a little tighter under Lee’s hand and resisted the urge to lean back against the smith behind him. He slipped his free hand down along the pot and banished the flames with a small flick of his fingers. “If you want to learn more about your craft, I’m not going to stop you.”
Gaara set the spoon down on the counter with a decisive click. “I’ve been thinking about resuming my old travels for a while, paying back some old debts. It might be a good idea for us to get some distance from each other.”
The sense of loss was unexpected, almost like Lee would have wanted Gaara to be mad about this instead. He let go of the sorcerer’s hand and began to gather bowls and spoons for them. “Maybe...maybe it is. That way, no one gets left behind, right? My apprenticeship will not take more than a year or two.” Brows arched in silent turmoil, he glanced at the other man’s face, trying to decipher his expression. The sorcerer hadn’t met his eyes since he came into the kitchen.
With Gaara still looking down at the pot, he exhaled through his nose and began scooping out the tasty brew they’d made. “Gaara, I want to hone my craft, but not at the expense of you. I still want to be with you and if you ask it of me, I will postpone my trip.” He set both bowls to the side and gently caught Gaara’s hand again. “But please tell me if I am just fooling myself by loving you.”
Gaara looked down at Lee’s hand on his blankly, then pursed his lips with thought. He shook his head slowly. “No... no you’re not. I’ve been too indecisive about this, and it’s been going against my nature. It’s time I saw this through.” Gaara turned his hand upward to grip Lee’s in return. “You should take the apprenticeship, and I’ll check in on you when I can. When you’re done, we can decide where we want to go from there, whether it’s back to this mansion or somewhere else together.”
Turning sharply, the sorcerer lifted his hands and grasped Lee’s face possessively. Gaara leaned upward and captured his lips. The small hint of stubble under his hands as he held Lee’s face, the light smell of sweat from Lee’s skin, and even the smith’s irritating height as Gaara pulled Lee’s face to where he could reach- the sorcerer coveted it greedily. He growled “If you change your mind about loving me while we’re apart, I’ll curse you and make you too clumsy to hold a hammer ever again.”
“Never.” Lee’s eyes were wide and his hands had wrapped around Gaara’s waist instinctively. The bewildered look on his face broke with a silly grin, and a bright laugh. “That would be losing two loves in one. Gods above Gaara, I love you!” Hoisting Gaara into his arms, he spun him around with abandon, nearly knocking the pot as he settled him on the counter and pressed excited kisses on his face.
"I will take that apprenticeship and learn everything I can! I promise to work hard and earn enough status that you would be proud of me," he declared, unable to contain the trembling in his chest that was part excitement and part relief. Even if Gaara didn't speak of his feelings straight out, he knew the sorcerer enough that he meant what he said.
Gaara smirked and pushed Lee’s attacking lips away from his face. Lee was always overenthusiastic when he was happy, but for once Gaara wasn’t exasperated with him. This plan had been forming tentatively in Gaara’s mind for a short while now, but seeing Lee’s face after he’d said it out loud had solidified it for him. All the evasion, tension, and confusion that had been between them was gone now. It was just the raw strength that was left of their bond now.
“I wish I could take back the things I did that hurt you,” Gaara murmured, in a voice much more subdued than Lee’s, but almost as earnest. “But all I can do is promise I won’t let it happen again. I care about you too much now.”
"That is in the past now, forgiven and forgotten. Please forgive me for also pressuring you on this over and over." Lee brushed Gaara's bangs back from his face. Eyes lidding, his grin eased into a more natural smile. He had to wonder if the sorcerer ever noticed how lovesick his grins ended up when Gaara was around. Or that he never got his title right because he loved the little knot between the man's brows whenever he corrected him.
His eyes curved into happy slits as he gave the sorcerer a thumbs up. "Yosh! Let us look forward to a youthful future together filled with passion and adventure! Starting with the soup of our joint efforts!"
“Agreed.” Gaara smirked at Lee’s extended thumb, and scooted down from where Lee had set him on the counter. He touched Lee’s waist in a small gesture of affection and fetched his own bowl, stirring in an extra dash of salt.
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