[Closed log - Gaara and Rock Lee]
Characters: Gaara and Rock Lee
Location: Death City Heights
Rating: NC-17
Time: October 4th
Description: After Lee has a serious talk with his sensei, he comes home to Gaara.
Gaara sat at the kitchen table, picking at a plateful of charred curry. It was mostly inedible...and he'd lost his appetite, anyway. He scraped it into the trash and began to pace again. Whenever he was alone in the apartment, waiting for Lee to return, his usual reaction was to start pacing like a caged tiger. Restlessness burned inside him. Even knowing there was no reason to be nervous didn't stop that edgy, tense feeling, and he wondered why--wondered if it had something to do with being Meister and Weapon. Back home, he'd always had the sand--weapon and ultimate defense in one--and being without it still made him uneasy. But he knew, somehow, that it was more than that.
He absently rubbed his ribs, which were still sore beneath the tightly wound bandages.
Lee would be gone awhile longer. His sensei was here now. Lee would want to spend time with him. Talk to him. He probably wouldn't be back in time for dinner. Gaara looked at the two plates on the table, the two sets of silverware.
He was tired of pacing and didn't think he could focus enough to train, so he began to chop up vegetables, intending to remake the curry dish they'd planned to have that night. If Lee was still hungry when he returned, they could eat it. And even if he wasn't, it was something to do in the meantime. He was slicing a green pepper when the door burst open, and Gaara whirled around, startled.
Location: Death City Heights
Rating: NC-17
Time: October 4th
Description: After Lee has a serious talk with his sensei, he comes home to Gaara.
Gaara sat at the kitchen table, picking at a plateful of charred curry. It was mostly inedible...and he'd lost his appetite, anyway. He scraped it into the trash and began to pace again. Whenever he was alone in the apartment, waiting for Lee to return, his usual reaction was to start pacing like a caged tiger. Restlessness burned inside him. Even knowing there was no reason to be nervous didn't stop that edgy, tense feeling, and he wondered why--wondered if it had something to do with being Meister and Weapon. Back home, he'd always had the sand--weapon and ultimate defense in one--and being without it still made him uneasy. But he knew, somehow, that it was more than that.
He absently rubbed his ribs, which were still sore beneath the tightly wound bandages.
Lee would be gone awhile longer. His sensei was here now. Lee would want to spend time with him. Talk to him. He probably wouldn't be back in time for dinner. Gaara looked at the two plates on the table, the two sets of silverware.
He was tired of pacing and didn't think he could focus enough to train, so he began to chop up vegetables, intending to remake the curry dish they'd planned to have that night. If Lee was still hungry when he returned, they could eat it. And even if he wasn't, it was something to do in the meantime. He was slicing a green pepper when the door burst open, and Gaara whirled around, startled.