All is fair in love... - Naruto Boys
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Kankuro Sabakuno
“Don’t eat that!”
You stop dead in your tracks, the spoon halfway to your mouth.
“Why?” You ask, lowering it slowly into the bowl before turning to the doorway.
Kankuro’s freshly out of the shower, you can tell, his damp hair sticking to his head, a towel slung around his neck.
“Uh,” he rubs a hand over his neck and you know he’s doing that just to flex his biceps. “It’s poisoned?”
“Is that a question or a statement?”
“Both, kinda.” He lowers his arm and walks over, pulls the bowl from your hands. “I was messing around while cooking.”
“So you’re throwing the whole thing away?”
“What?” He furrows his brow and leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. You can tell he’d been aiming for your mouth but you pull away just in time to see him pout.
“No, I’m eating it instead.”
“Kankuro.”
“Yeah?” He’s grinning sheepishly.
“What did we say about poison in the kitchen?”
“That it’s only allowed on missions?”
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’m getting Gaara.”
“No!” He steps in your way, the bowl still in his hands. “I didn’t poison it that much, I’m sure you’ll be fine!”
“Are you really going to bet on that?” You raise your left eyebrow and put your hand on his naked chest. “The life of your wife? Risk it just because you don’t want to be scolded by your brother?”
He’s still pondering that when you pull the bowl back and take a generous sip without using the spoon.
“Just so you know,” you tell him with a wink. “I made this soup five minutes ago.”
Neji Hyuuga
“Did you use my shampoo again?” Neji’s voice cuts through the quiet, muffled only by the thin shower curtain.
You still on the other side of it, your hand around the little brush he uses to detangle his hair.
“No?”
“Because I could swear the bottle was almost full when I left on my last mission.”
“Hmm,” you put his brush down and grab your own. “Mysterious.”
“Just as mysterious as finding some of your hair on my brush?”
“You brushed my hair with it,” you defend yourself as calmly as you can. “Remember?”
“One time,” he pulls back the shower curtain to send you a pointed glare. “And I have noticed it going missing ever since.”
“You could have just bought me my own,” you comment with a pout. “Like I asked you to a thousand times.”
Neji’s eyes wander over your figure for a second before he pulls the curtain shut again.
“I like sharing better,” he mumbles, almost too quiet to make out, but you hear nonetheless.
It takes only one step to reach for the curtain, to pull it back once more.
“I knew it,” you tell him with a grin. “In sickness and in health, in poorness and in wealth, right?”
Neji snorts, his face under the spray. “I fear you’re going to use this as leverage in the future.”
“Well, sucks to be you,” you step back into the shower with him. “Now kiss me.”
Kakashi Hatake
“I am missing a book,” Kakashi points out calmly, almost bored, as his eyes wander across the room.
“You are?” You ask back just as carefree, scratching Bull behind the ears as you laze around on a Tatami mat.
“Mhm,” he steps closer. “The newest edition of the Icha Icha Series. The one I’ve been dying to read ever since it got announced.”
“Haven’t seen it,” you tell him, your voice even.
But Bull huffs out a breath, betraying you.
“I knew it.”
Kakashi’s on you before you have the time to blink, his hands digging into your sides until you’re crying with laughter.
“Please!” You beg for mercy whenever you get the chance to breathe. “I didn’t do nothing wrong!”
“Double negative,” he mumbles, his face so close, you could kiss him. “Means you did it.”
“I didn’t,” you deny it, though it only prolongs your pain.
“Fine, fine,” you huff out eventually, reaching your limit. “I’ll tell you where I hid it.”
“About time,” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “No one bests the copycat Ninja in hide and seek.”
“Not even his wife?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. “Who’s in desperate need of said Nina’s attention?”
He stutters to a halt. “You’re what?”
“Mhm,” you lean back, bring some distance between you. “The first day in forever that we have some time to spend together and your first priority is to read. Very telling, Kakashi.”
You cross your arms for good measure and nudge Bull with your foot, eliciting a tired huff. It still works, you can tell.
“But the book-”
“Would still be there tomorrow,” you remind him, getting up. “But I guess it’s more important.”
You don’t make it out of the room, his hand around your ankle as you try to pass.
“What?” Your exaggerated annoyance falters at the distress on his face. “Oh, Kakashi, I didn’t mean it like that. Read if you need to, it’s fine.”
“How about a compromise?” He cocks his head to the side, unaware that Bull mirrors it behind him. “We can sunbathe while I read? Together?”
You hesitate. “Without the mask?”
“Without the mask.”
“And you take a break every time a chapter ends?”
“Every two chapters.”
“You’ve got a deal.” You lean down to kiss him. “Be glad I didn’t burn it.”
“What?!”
Gaara Sabakuno
“Love?”
You freeze only to whirl around, trying to hide the whole kitchen behind your back.
“Yes?”
Gaara stops in the doorway, his jade-green eyes taking you in.
“Is something burning?”
“No,” you shake your head. “Nothing’s burning. In fact, the opposite of that is happening.”
“The kitchen is flooded?” His lips quirk up into a smile. “How did that happen?”
“Well, you see,” you stretch out your arms to shield the mess a little better. “I was making breakfast-”
“At four p.m.? An odd choice.”
“Well, you see,” your lips move on their own, mirroring his smile. “I was hungry for breakfast foods.”
“And you wouldn’t call me?”
“You were in a meeting.”
“Ah,” he drops his Kazekage Hat on one of the chairs before walking over. “But I always make breakfast.”
You lower your arms when he reaches you, realizing there’s no way you’ll be able to hide it any longer. “True.”
Gaara’s eyes wander over the three blackened pans and the pancakes you burnt to a crisp.
“Did you get distracted again?”
“A little,” you admit sheepishly. “Making a stew is so much easier. You just toss it all in and let it simmer.”
“And you make it taste great every time,” he brushes his lips over your temple in the softest of kisses. “Sit down, I’ll handle it.”
“It’s my mess, I-”
“Sit down,” his hand on your back is warm, the push gentle. “Breakfast is my job.”
You hesitate for a second and he seems to realize why, leaning in to kiss you. “Sorry,” he mumbles against your lips as he pulls back. “Work has been a lot lately. It won’t happen again.”
“It will,” you lean into him. “And that’s okay. Thanks for checking in.”
You wait for him to make a joke, but what he does instead is so much like him it brings tears to your eyes. His arms are strong as they pull you in, hold you close, his head resting on the top of your head as he sways you to a song only he can hear. And you, if you focus hard enough because the beat is similar, the movement well known.
He’s dancing to your wedding song.
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