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A Desert Rose	By : DemonMiko Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto, although I would love to own Gaara. I make no money from this story. Also, writing this with no beta reader, so there are bound to be some mistakes.

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An Intimidating Encounter...
“Gaara-kun! Gaara-kun…where are you?” she called out, right hand cupped beside her mouth in an attempt to amplify the sound.
It had been nearly 4 months since she’d first met him, and Makina made a point to go see him whenever she visited Suna. It didn’t even take her as much effort to avoid her aunt anymore. She’d simply tell her that she was going out to play with one of her pre-approved friends, then just go see Gaara instead. Her aunt never bothered to check if it was true or not, as she never cared to check up on her. Makina learned it was the best way to sneak out without really having to sneak out. Today she was supposedly playing with some girl named Momo…she wasn’t really her friend, as she’d only spoken to her twice, but Kina's aunt didn’t know that.
Gaara was usually at the playground or somewhere nearby, so Makina usually never had any trouble finding him. Today,however, she’d looked all over and he was still nowhere in sight. Kina let out a sigh and held her little bag to her chest. She’d wanted to surprise him.
Makina walked through the streets of Suna, peering around every corner and looking around. She didn’t want to give up until she found him, not after all the work she'd put into his surprise.
“Kina…chan?”
A quiet voice behind her caused Makina to turn around, and a wide smile slowly spread across her face.
“Hi Gaara-kun!” She said with a sigh. “I was looking all over for you.”
“You…were? Really?” He seemed a little surprised.
“Of course, silly! We always play around this time…but you weren’t at the playground or anywhere…” Makina jutted out her lower lip and folded her arms across her chest, showing her displeasure at him not showing up.
“Oh Gaara…is this your friend?”
Makina's eyes wandered up from the redhead to see the man beside him. He was blonde with what she thought was a girl’s haircut. It really wasn’t , but she couldn’t help but be forced to suppress a giggle. He knelt down to be at eye level with the two of them and smiled.
“I’m Gaara’s uncle, Yashamaru. It’s very nice to meet you.”
She smiled back.
So this was the uncle Gaara had told her about... the one that took care of him. She thought he seemed like a nice person, and she was glad Gaara had someone nice like that as a close family member. Makina politely said hello to the man.
“I was gonna ask Gaara-kun if he wanted to have a picnic,” she said, quietly. “My aunt just taught me and my sister how to cook some things and I made extra to share.”
Gaara looked to the bag in her hands then looked to Yashamaru.
Gaara’s uncle sighed and stood back up, looking down the street with a momentary far away gaze in his eyes.
“I was just bringing Gaara home now. His father is going to stop by later to…see him.” Yashamaru looked down at her, obviously disappointed and looking like she was about to cry. He leaned down to pat Makina's head. “Our house is just down the road, though. Maybe you two can have a quick picnic in the house before he gets there.”
Both she and Gaara both broke into large smiles and Yashamaru led the duo towards the house.
Makina was excited to see where Gaara lived. She’d wondered on a few occasions, but had never asked…she was being very considerate since Gaara got upset fairly easily and she always tried her hardest to avoid saying anything at all that would upset him.
As the small group approached the house, Makina was surprised to see that it was fairly large, especially for only two people. She figured Gaara’s family must have a lot of money, then wondered that, if that was true, why her aunt never invited them to her parties.
Gaara grabbed her hand gently and led her inside. It was much cooler indoors and Makina was silently grateful. Running around searching for Gaara in the afternoon heat had begun to make her feel slightly overheated.
Makina and Gaara were soon making their way to a virtually empty room. It had just a couch and a table with a single picture on top. Gaara sat on the floor and she sat beside him, her gaze flickering to the picture. It was a woman who looked a lot like Yashamaru. Makina wondered if that was Gaara’s mother, but didn’t ask.
Grinning, she opened her bag and removed a large bento box. She made quick work of separating the bento into the different compartments, grinning when Gaara took at look at what was in them. They were relatively simple dishes, but she took pride in them.
Makina had just recently discovered that cooking was the only thing she could to better than Amaya. Even her aunt had been impressed. It had made Makina very happy to hear her aunt compliment her…and she was happier still when her aunt yelled at Amaya for burning an omelet. It had been her turn to smirk at Amaya’s mistake, something that her sister did fairly often when she didn't think Makina was paying any attention.
Makina pointed at the riceball she'd made out of brown rice for him. It was shaped like a bear head, and she'd also used cut pieces of nori to make it's smiling face.
"That one is just for you. I tried to make it look like Kuma. You should try it and tell me how everything is."
Gaara nodded and reached out, taking one of the bear ears and popping it in his mouth. Makina shyly watch him, waiting for his reaction since she wasn't sure what he thought at first, but her shy smile quickly transformed into a grin when he took the whole riceball and kept eating it. He liked it, and when he finished he thanked her, complimenting her cooking.
"That was yummy."
He looked over the other contents of the bento and grabbed one of Makina's favorites. He bit into it and promptly spit it back out.
"...that one wasn't yummy..." he mumbled, reaching for a flower shaped carrot piece to wash away the taste.
Makina grabbed one to try it as well and she looked at him. There was nothing wrong with it. It tasted like normal and she thought it was really yummy. Then again, she had always loved spinach tamagoyaki (Spinach omelette).
"Well if you don't like that, what kinds of stuff do you normally like? I can try and make it for another time." She asked, wanting him to like the food she cooked, and she figured that she could always make another bento full of things he liked.
"I like gizzards...and salted tongue."
He said it with a cheerful expression but Makina's eyes opened wide in mild disgust. She just couldn't understand how any of that could taste good...and she didn't think she'd ever want to stay for dinner if that's what Yashamaru cooked.
"I...ummm...don't think I've ever had that before," she murmured with a soft giggle.
Gaara saw her expression and promised the young brunette that it really was good. He made her promise to try it one day and she eventually agreed. She had gotten to see his smile again, which made trying something he liked completely worth it in her mind.
Other than the mizu yokan, Gaara seemed to enjoy the bento and the two young children quickly finished up the lunch together.
When the two were done, Makina packed the box back up and put it in her bag. She knew Gaara still had his dad coming over and she didn't want to intrude.
The duo said goodbye and Yashamaru and Gaara saw her out, Gaara shyly waving to her, Yashamaru smiling at the thought that Gaara had made a friend.
Makina took to an immediate run back home and a few houses down from Gaara's she crashed into something hard and fell backwards. She needed to learn to pay closer attention to her surroundings...something that she frequently forgot when she got really excited.
Makina winced as she began rubbing her sore head and felt someone pick her up and set her back on her feet.
She looked up to see the Kazekage and her breath caught in her throat. She'd never seen him up close before.
"Watch where you're going next time. We can't have people crashing into eachother and getting hurt over something foolish, right?"
Makina nodded quickly, more than a little scared. He was an intimidating man, and even though she knew he was the man in charge of keeping Sunagakure safe...someone her uncle had worked with and respected... he scared her.
She let out a silent sigh of relief when he simply continued on his way past her, and she slowly walked the rest of the way home. Makina didn't look back to see him greet Yashamaru before following him inside the house she had just left.
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