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[moonsheen]

Since it's summer and I have no more papers in the way, no dumb excuses, and am a hopeless masochist, I think I'll go with what all the cool kids are doing and open up the drabble meme again. You know the drill: Gimme series, characters, situation. And if it doesn't immediately break my brain (...chira yes, I AM looking at you) I'll write a short piece of god-knows-how-many-words-I-Am-Bad-At-This in response. So let's get to it.

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[saturnoolaa.livejournal.com]

Shaman King?

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Erm. Only seen up to episode nineteen or so of the anime awhile back now so I'm a leeetle too shaky on that. ^__^;

[saturnoolaa.livejournal.com]

Okay! Gaara/Naruto. Fluff. It can be gen if you want to make it easy on yourself. Muahaha.

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Gaara of the Desert returns with him through the south gate of Konoha on formal invitation, a little older and a little shorter than Naruto remembers. His face hasn’t changed at all in some ways: the haggard black lines marking years of stolen sleep still strange against the rest of his skin-- which is smooth like the curve of a glass soup bowl and flashes a little when he turns, sets those sick, pale eyes on Naruto and says, soft and flat:

“Show me.”

It’s been years, but Naruto knows exactly what he’s talking about. After a second of frowning and scratching his head, that is. There are plenty of things it could mean. Gaara waits patiently, or at least appears to. He doesn’t blink and the dust on the road doesn’t start jittering. Naruto takes this as a good sign.

“Okay,” he says. “I gotcha. I’ll give it a shot.”

Gaara does blink at that. Once. There’s a glass-bowl quality there too. Naruto wonders for the first time ever if the sand guards his eyes and if it does he wonders why they aren’t red and why don’t they tear up-- but he guesses it must be a pretty thin layer if the grains do get in there and it’s Gaara anyway and Gaara nods and waits again, arms folded, for what comes next.

To tell the truth, Naruto had been kind of hoping he’d give specifics.

He’s improvised under worse circumstances. “Let’s go,” he says, jerks his head west and starts walking. “Ichiraku’s this way. Should be open, this time of day…”

“Ichiraku?” Gaara asks, not exactly curious but not exactly entirely looking murderous about having to ask either. He’s gotten better some, Naruto has to admit.

“For Ramen. Tell me you know what that is right? Right? Crap, you don’t do you. Ramen. Raaa-men. It’s--”

Now Gaara’s looking a little murderous. “I know what it is,” He snaps quietly, if that’s possible. If it’s not he makes it so. “Why.”

“ ‘Cause it’s good.” Naruto tucks his arms behind his head. “And I’ll buy you a bowl. It’s not a bad place to start. 'least, I always thought so…” He laughs, and picks up the pace. Gaara walks on his shadow, gaze trained on his back. “Worked for Iruka-sensei, anyway.”

And Naruto doesn’t expect him to get that last part, but he figures they’ve got time for that kind of thing.

[saturnoolaa.livejournal.com]

Thaaaaaank yoooooooou. It's so happy! I'm so happy! Naruto is my hero.