First fic! I just hope that you will all like it!

Warnings: This story is good for a light hearted read with hardly any true fights. This is a romance, not a drama. Feel free to read; Don't blame me if your eyes burn, though. Mpreg, M/M relations, OoCness, AR-By the way, Naruto is 17 and Gaara is 16-

Pairings: NaruGaa/GaaNaru, Lee/Sakura

Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine! If it was, that'd be fine! Who's it is? I don't know. I think the book says Kishimoto.

NOTICE: This fic has been shortened a bit and corrected as it was -and still is- utter crap. How could you people allow me to write such garbage?? -Cries in shame- In my defense, I was young when I wrote this, and you people kept encouraging me. SHAME ON YOU! However, I've taken out the cliché obsessive Itachi and Sasuke, the cliché nice Bijuus, the cliché villagers liking Naruto for his looks, the cliché character bashings (that's a lot of cliché-ing), and added a simple romance/general fic that I'm sure I can complete after falling out of love with what once was a great fandom.

Chapter: Revised.

Unexpected

He woke with a grimace and a slight trace of fear. The first thought that went through his head was, I woke up. After all, it's not everyday the Shukaku holder got to sleep. He looked around him, expecting to see ruins and dead people, but was instead greeted with the pleasant sight of a tan, blonde headed boy in a towel.

"Morning Gaara," he said.

"Naruto," Gaara responded with a slight nod.

"Sleep well?" Naruto questioned with amusement sprinkling his voice. He walked toward his dresser and dropped his towel on the way, revealing a nicely shaped, firm rear. Gaara grunted, though as an answer or to thank God for the view, we'll never know. "I have a mission to do today," the blonde stated, "so I have to leave early." Gaara looked up at him and licked his slightly chapped lips.

"One more time?" He whispered, drawing Naruto's eyes to him. The boy smiled, his eyes dancing with the action.

"You're going to make me late again, aren't you?"

The sun was high in the sky, covering Konoha like a blanket and keeping it warm. The town was bustling about with an air of friendliness, that is, until a major disturbance came from the coffee shop on a corner.

"Sabaku Kyuu."

"Please! Let me go! I didn't mean to!" A woman shouted while being suspended into midair and enclosed in a case of sand.

"Gaara! Please, stop it!" A blonde haired kunoichi with four spiky ponytails shouted.

"No."

"Gaara!" Another male with make up on his face and a black suit on shouted. "If you kill her, we won't be able to come back to the village!" Gaara turned his icy green eyes toward the crowd that had gathered around the shop. He glared. "Problem?" The crowd quickly dispersed with a speed that rivaled a demon's. How annoying, he thought, truly wondering why he even bothered to get up. Without Naruto around, the town was boring and bleak. With a sigh, he turned his attention to the woman he held in sand, trying to recall why he held her in the first place. Oh, that's right. She spilled his drink.

"Sabaku Sou-"

"Gaara!" The two teens from earlier shouted. Gaara looked at them.

"Sabaku Sou-"

"Please Gaara!" The girl shouted again. Gaara smirked in his mind; He was finding the situation very amusing. Turning his attention back to the woman, he wondered what Naruto would do in this situation. A sigh nearly escaped his lips as he realized that the prankster was rubbing off on him…in more ways than one.

"Fine." The word was said in clear amusement as he allowed the woman to drop. "However, I want free service the next time I come here, understand?" She nodded, her eyes wide. "And the next time?" Another nod was sent his way, making his mental grin extend to his face. "And the next time?" She nodded. "And the next time?" Another nod. Temari and Kankuro shared a disbelieving look with each other. "And the next time? And the…?"

"I can't believe you did that!" Naruto howled, laughing after listening to the story of Gaara's day. The redhead Jinchuuriki had managed to get a lifetime of free service at a coffee shop in Konoha; He wouldn't leave until they gave it to him. The woman he'd nearly squashed had been muttering in tears the whole time he'd been explaining things to her pale boss. He made a mental note to check if she quit the next day.

"You're a bad influence on me, Naruto," Gaara muttered, his lips twitching as the blonde continued to laugh. Two loud thumps on the balcony interrupted them and cut off the laughter abruptly.

"Who's there?" Naruto called, his hands straying to his kunai.

"Gaara?" A female voice questioned. The blonde boy looked toward his redheaded partner and raised his eyebrows in question. Gaara sighed. "Come in, Temari, Kankuro." Naruto's balcony door opened and in stepped the two teens from the coffee shop. "What?" Gaara gave them a sullen glance, already knowing what they wanted.

"Gaara," Kankuro started, "we're needed at the village."

"A mission…" Gaara sighed again. He knew it.

"Undercover," Temari joined in. "It'll take at least three months."

"Three months??" Naruto wailed. "What am I gonna do for three months without my pet??"

"Pet?" Temari questioned, looking back and forth between the two with an amused glint in her eyes. Kankuro snickered, though the thought of his brother like that...his snicker abruptly vanished and he glared daggers at the pouting blonde.

"Hush," Gaara stated quietly, effectively cutting off all noises that were in the room. He stood up and quietly padded over to Naruto, placing a quick, chaste kiss on his lips. "You'll figure out something to do. Besides, it'll only be three months; you've left for longer before. Just don't cheat on me while I'm away or I'll kill your lover, then chop it off and feed it to you." Unsurprisingly, Gaara said that with a straight face.

"But, Gaara," Naruto whined, his eyes wide. "Can't we get one. More. Hour. Alone?" . Gaara stared into his eyes and squirmed, knowing that the blonde knew what that look did to him. He turned and glared at his family after a brief inner debate. "Out." And they didn't need to hear another word for they were already out the door.

Ugh, such crap; Believe me, it was even worse than this before. -shudders- Oh…and thank you all for reviewing. Next time, review a bit more honestly? Words may hurt, but believe me when I say I'd get over it.