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"So what do you want to do now?" Naruto asked, a few minutes later, after they had finished hugging. "We could train, or get something to eat, or just walk around..."
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"Let's just walk around for right now," Yugito replied, not wanting to go back to their apartment just yet.
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"Okay, cool." Naruto said, setting off in a random direction. He didn't really care where they went, as long as they went together.
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Yugito followed Naruto, her hand within his. She was glad for the peaceful moment, but knew that it wouldn't last forever.
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Meanwhile, in Suna, Gemini was making rapid progress in her learning. Already she could read at a fourth grade level. "Temari-san, I can't quite figure out this word." She said, pointing to the book in front of her. The word was "poltergeist."
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"Poltergeist? Can't figure out how to pronounce it or what it means?" Temari asked, wanting to know which she was having trouble with when it came to the word. She had to admit though, with the help of the Shadow Clones, Gemini was making remarkable progress
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"Both. Well, it was both, but I guess you just told me how to pronounce it. Based on the context, I'm guessing it's a kind of ghost, but I'm not sure." She said.
((Wolfie chose that word because she remembers having trouble with it way back years ago, when she was first reading the Harry Potter books.)) |
"Yup. It's a ghost that loves to play pranks on people," Temari explained. "A good example would be Naruto-kun, if he was a ghost."
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Gemini chuckled. "Naruto-kun as a ghost? That's a scary idea. No one would ever get any sleep!" She said, amused. "Thank you, Temari-san. Oh, do you know what time it is? It's probably close to dinner time soon."
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"Don't mention it, that's what friends are for," Temari said with a slight grin on her face. "And it's just starting to get dark. I was just about to suggest heading home actually."
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Gemini nodded. "Well, I second that. I'm getting really hungry." She said, just as her stomach growled loudly. Luckily for her, there weren't many people around to hear it.
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"I can tell," Temari teased as she heard Gemini's stomach growl.
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"Hehehehe..." Gemini blushed, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. "So, let's go then."
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"Sounds like a plan," Temari said before putting the books away. "Let's go home Gem-chan"
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Gemini nodded and followed the wind mistress. "It's a bit late. Any chance one of your brothers cooked anything?" She asked, feeling too tired to cook.
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"It's supposedly Gaara's turn to cook tonight. He usually makes stirfry, but he changes up the ingredients every so often," Temari replied as she led the vixen home from the library.
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The idea of Gaara cooking anything struck Gemini as strange, but it made her smile. "Well I guess we'll see." She said as they approached the sand sibling's home.
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"Gaara-nii has cooked in the past before. What, you don't trust your boyfriend's cooking?" Temari teased before unlocking and opening the door.
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Gemini shook her head. "That's not it. It's just...I can't picture Gaara-san cooking. It's so domestic, I never thought it would be something he would do." She said, suddenly picturing the redhead wearing an apron. She smiled.
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"You are so picturing him wearing an apron, aren't you?" Temari asked with an amused smirk on her face. She wasn't a mind reader and was only guessing at that point before saying that they were back home.
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Gemini blushed a little and laughed. "Yes, I am. It's a cute image that I hope to see one day." She replied as they walked in and encountered Gaara in the kitchen.
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"Hope to see what one day?" Gaara asked curiously as he just started putting vegetables into the pan.
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"You, wearing an apron." Gemini answered simply, as if she were talking about the weather.
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"Hm...I might be able to do that," he said with a smirk, teasing her...at least for now. Not that she needed to know the last bit.
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Gemini smiled brightly. "Really? I think that would be kinda hot. MAybe I'll buy you an apron for your next birthday." She said, only half joking.
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