Wind of Truth & Sands of Change

In Love

099. When She's Happier

"Kankuro, can I ask you a question? Gaara asked.

Kankuro put down his puppet. He looked up at his brother. "What is it?"

"It's…Temari…and…" Gaara frowned, unsure of how to say it. "She's always…happier when she's with that ninja. Why?"

Gaara didn't need to say what ninja. He knew. He'd noticed it too. Temari was always happier around him. When she was around Nara Shikamaru. Kankuro sighed. "She…It's…I'm not really sure."

"But you have a theory?"


Gaara blinked. "And?"

"She may…I believe…She could…"

"Come out with it already."

"I think she's in love with him. But I don't think she knows it yet."

"…In love?"

"Yeah, the kind of love where you eventually want to get married."

"Hmm." Gaara studied the inside of their house carefully, "She's not getting married anytime soon, is she?"

Kankuro frowned. "Not that I know of, why?"

Gaara shrugged. He didn't want her to get married and move out anytime soon, that would mean he would have to start cleaning.

Plus…he would really miss her.

100. The Answer to Her Question

Temari gazed at the fluffy clouds above her. They still didn't hold a candle to stars. The night sky was much more beautiful and serene. She lay on her back, a light breeze brushing by every now and then. The grass tickled at her exposed skin. It really was a nice day. She glanced at the person next to her. His dark eyes were practically smiling and they were focused with an intent, desirable gaze.

Temari blushed furiously. He always looked at the sky that way. Always. The thing that was different this time that made her blush was that he was looking at her that way. "Baka." She muttered loudly, the blush still on her face. "What the hell are you looking at?"

"What I see every time I look up at the sky."

"Baka," She accused, "You aren't even looking at the sky." The blush had abated.

"I know. I'm looking at something better."

She blushed furiously once more and looked away, focusing on a passing cloud. He was lazy and uncaring and an incredible genius. He would rather watch clouds than do even the slightest amount of work. He was everything she wasn't.

This didn't make any sense.

She asked herself the question she'd asked so many times before. Why did she care?

Temari's eyes widened in shock as she felt his fingers intertwine in hers; she turned to look at him. He was looking at the sky. Blushing.

She felt yet another small blush spread across her cheeks. She squeezed his hand lightly. "Crybaby." She whispered.

"Troublesome woman." He muttered back.

Temari smiled. Maybe she cared because…She loved him.

She wanted to laugh; Shikamaru was most certainly NOT an ambitious man. Quite the opposite, in fact. And she liked it that way.

A/N: Ta-da! Finite! Looks like I'm done. So sad. I was growing fond of these little drabbles. -sniff, sniff- I'm tempted, (somewhat) to do a sort of sequel...Just because I had fun writing these...Alas, I must stop making up reasons to keep writing these. I hope you guys liked it!