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Gaara and Kyuubi, that doesn't fit, does it? Well it doesn't, according to everyone. But it does when you watch them closely as they show jealousy, red faces, flirting and mostly awkwardness. These two vowed to themselves to protect each...
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Chapter Five. Kiba & Akamaru
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Kyuubi's POV:
After what was going on with the three Sand Village Ninjas, and how Sasuke made me mad about calling me that name. I took off to wander around in the village, thinking about life, you know.
Well, speaking of life... Here is mine.
"Ooh, look its Demon-sama!" said a voice of a boy that seems a few years younger than me. He had friends as well.
I sighed, shoving my hands to my pockets and ignoring them.
"I am talking to you!" cried the boy. "You tomato headed demon!"
I stopped from walking at what he just called me. Its not about the name actually, its about them shutting up when is told to. I clenched my fists and turned my head slowly to the three boys.
"What..." I had angry eyes. "would kids like you know anything about being a tomato headed demon?" I turned around, facing them. I could see fear coming from them. "Let me show you how."
My hand reached for my kunai, the kids whimpered. "RUN!" they all started to run away.
I sighed and unhanded my kunai. "Stupid kids." I mumbled. I turned around to continue to my destination and saw someone watching me.
I narrowed my eyes to see clearly through the bright sun light.
Now I can see him clearly. Red hair, gourd, black eyelids and that stare. Gaara. I could tell he was watching me from a distance on a building.
I swallowed. ' why is he watching me like that?' I thought. Its weird, like did I do something wrong or what?.
He's gone now.
Am I imagining this?
Feels so.
Yes. The warmth of the pillow on my head. I am dreaming after all. But I am not in the bed, so what the hell...
I lifted my eyes, reached my hand to the top of my head and felt something alive and warm sitting there. I took it off my head and gave it a look.
"Akama-Chan?"
That little dog. Sometimes he climbs on my head without me feeling. I have no idea how he does that without any rough movement.
