What If It Were Real?(Part 19)


“What the hell is that!?” I heard Mykhayla say in horror.

I popped my head out of the doorway to the kitchen to see Kidd holding up a bright red dress that had a poofy skirt that would come down to the knees, it jetted out and almost looked like a ballerina tutu, it had white tassels on the waist, a form-fitting top, the neck line was a turtle neck, a giant bow on the chest, and it had really ugly frills on either shoulder, but it was sleeveless.

“Your punishment.” He smirked.

“For what!?” Mykhayla demanded.

“You ruined your captain’s signature style.” Kidd growled, “And since I can’t touch you, less I lose the witch, this is what will be used as a consequence.”

“Uh, excuse me, you ruined my image too, so I think we’re even here.” Mykhayla told him.

“Wear this all day today and I’ll allow you to mop again.” He hissed.

“I’m ready for a new scream fest.” Mykhayla said to herself, “Sure.” She then took the dress from Kidd and left the room to go downstairs to our room to change.

“What!?” Kidd demanded when he saw I was staring.

“What the hell did you just get her?” I demanded.

“A punishment.” Kidd growled.

“For who?” I asked him, “Her or the rest of the crew? That was hideous.”

“Exactly why I got it.” He told me triumphantly.

“Here’s another question,” I posed to my captain, “Since when did you know her dress size?”

“I spent 2 days in her body trying on cloths that would piss her off, I think I have every right to know.”

“Torri.” Mykhayla called out as she came back into the room, “Do you think tomorrow you could alter this dress a bit for me.”

I cringed as I saw her spin around in that thing.

“You look horrible.” I told her.

“Aww, thanks you’re so sweet!” She exclaimed, “I plan on making this as painful for him as possible. I love this dress. Look at it! It shows my knees!”

“You hate your knees.” I pointed out.

“I hate knees in general.” She corrected.

“Then why are you so gung-ho about it?” Kidd demanded.

“It’s such a gorgeous dress.” She said, she was visibly cringing, but at the same time she was smug, “It suits my personality. It’s all over the place. And right in your face.”

“I made a mistake, didn’t I?” Kidd asked me after a moment.

“That depends on what you count as a mistake.” I told him, “I’ll help you alter it tomorrow, Mykhayla. Today I gotta focus on dinner. I’m using that Sherry Cola Mountain pepper we just got. It’s going to be so good!”

“I can’t wait!” She exclaimed, “I’m going to call a family meeting!” She then skipped out of the room.

“What have I done?” He asked himself  as he watched her leave.

“Unleashed a demon with power the likes of which you have never seen.” I told him and turned back into the kitchen to continue work.

Mykhayla’s pov.

He’s going to love the fact that I love this dress. Oh, there’s Heat. I have to show him. I need a hug. This dress is so awful.

“Heat!” I called out. The man turned around to look at me. His eyes got wide as he saw me approaching.

“Hey.” He said shakily, “What are you wearing?”

“It’s a gift from Kidd.” I told him, “He thinks it suits my personality. Doesn’t it just scream me?”

“It, uh, it screams something alright.” He said and scratched the back of his head, “Are you alright, Mykhayla. You seem a little tense.”

“Absolutely, I know what it screams. Kidd’s immediate death after today.” I told him with a big smile.

“Again, are you sure you’re alright?” He asked me.

“100%, just look at how these knees glisten in the sun.” I told him, “From having never seen it before.”

“Do you not like knees or something?” Heat asked me.

“What made you guess?” I asked him, “The fact of the unusual shape of the joint and how protruding it is? How pale they are?”

“Just your overall attitude.” He told me, “Why don’t you go show off your dress to the rest of the crew?” He suggested, “I’m sure they’ll love to hear all about your distaste for it.”

“Oh yes,” I told him, “I’m hoping to plan a family meeting at dinner time. And we are going to tell Kidd how much we love this dress because it’s part of his horrible punishment.”

“Why don’t you let everyone else in on your plan.” He told me, “I’ll let everyone I see know about it too.”

“Oh, yes. I would absolutely love that.” I told him, “Like honestly, not sarcastically at all. It would legit, make my life so much easier. Thank you.”

Torri’s pov.

Mykhayla stood up at the end of the table and called for everyone’s attention.

“Hi guys. So thank you for coming to the family meeting.” She started, “You don’t really have a choice because it technically is dinner time, but hey. Today, we are going to appreciate Kidd’s expression of how he appreciated being me through this wonderful dress. He’s really captured the essence of my personality and soul, and he’s really accentuated the burning passion and excitement with the colour! I think we should all take a moment and appreciate how kind hearted and lovable he is.”

I couldn’t stop myself from snorting at that last comment, but hid it behind my tea cup. Though, I could see Kidd’s fingers digging into the table with every word that Mykhayla uttered about him.

“I would like everyone’s dearest opinions about this dress before we hand the floor over to our dearest captain.”

Everyone chimed in about how much they liked the dress, how well it went with Mykhayla, how well Kidd must have known her to be able to pick it, how it showed her favorite attribute about herself, her knees, and how Kidd must really care for her to have picked out something so perfect.

I chuckled to myself as they started to die down and picked up the pot of special soup. I figured I would save Kidd some embarrassment and just bring dinner out for everyone.

“Okay, guys!” I said and exited the kitchen, pot in hand, “Tonight’s dinner is extra special because it has the Sherry Cola Mountain-”

I was cut off by Kidd throwing his hands up and yelling at everyone, especially Mykhayla. In doing so, he also hit the pot in my hands with such force it knocked it out of my grasp and onto the floor, spilling it’s content everywhere.

I dropped to my knees and stared at the liquid as it spread out on the floor.

I felt my throat close up on me a little bit and a sting at the back of my eyes.

The pepper, that we had worked so hard to procure, that left us beaten, bloody, and exhausted at the end of that endeavour. That pepper had made the soup so good while testing it, was now gone.

My vision was now blurry at the thought of never being able to eat the soup. I couldn’t stop a small hiccup from coming out of my throat or the sob that followed after.


Move(A Draco Malfoy Short)


Torri sighed to herself as she hurried out of class and down the corridor. Professor Snape had held her back to yell at her about failing the latest test. After a few moments of apologizing and saying that she will do better, the dark professor had let her go.

She took the corner going down another corridor sharply, almost running into someone as she took it.

“S-Sorry.” She managed out, stopping herself about an inch before she hit the person.

“Where are we going in such a hurry, Mudblood?” The cold voice of Draco Malfoy echoed throughout the corridor.

“Class.” The brunette said shortly and tried to side step the blonde, “Excuse me.”

The Slytherin stepped in front of the brown eyed girl with a smirk.

Torri tried to step around him again, only to have him move in front of her again.

“Excuse me.” She repeated, “I’d like to get by.”

“Oh, you would, would you?” He mocked, “And if I said I wouldn’t let you through?”

“Malfoy, I don’t want to play this game today.” She told the blonde.

“What game?” The blonde demanded.

“I just want you to move.” The Ravenclaw relented, “I’m going to be late.”

“If you want me to move,” The blonde teased, “Then make me, Mudblood.”

His cold grey eyes held amusement as he stared into her dark brown ones. He was having fun playing with her. She was at the end of her rope.

Without raising her hands, or reaching for her wand the brunette spoke with utter confidence and annoyance, “Flipendo.”

The Slytherin then went flying backwards into a nearby suit of armor, hitting the ground with a loud thud and lot of clattering and clanging.

The Ravenclaw, assured with her work, readjusted the bag on her shoulder and took off down the corridor towards her next class leaving the blonde in a pile of disassembled armor.

Draco only let out a groan of pain. He was surprised though. He never thought that that awkward, shy, anxiety stricken girl would be able to use wandless magic in their first year. Perhaps it was just because she was out of patience and couldn’t control it, but he was happy to witness it with her.

A Gaara One Shot


It was a beautiful day in Konoha, the sun was shinning, the birds were singing and people were buzzing around the market place.

I lifted my shopping bag up from the ground and slipped my right arm through the straps so it would rest on my shoulder as I bid good day to the shop owner.

I pulled my long, black pony tail over my left shoulder as I sighed. It was rare I got a day like this. One where I could just relax.

My younger brother, Sasuke, was no longer going down the dark path I had feared. The akatsuki was dealt with. The great war was over. The Hokage, Kakashi, ordered me to take the day off, saying after everything that had occurred I deserved a day where I was resting instead of training.

Ever since I was 14 years old I had earned the rank of Jounin, prior to that I was part of the anbu blackops since I was 9. At that age, my elder brother, Itachi, slaughtered my clan. He did it to save Sasuke and myself. The 3rd Hokage had called us in, knowing we were both unrivalably loyal and just. I had known nothing about the Uchiha plans prior to that meeting. Itachi then made me promise to take care of our little brother. A promise, that for many years, I thought I failed. I took care of Sasuke for 6 tough years before he left.

My entire life had been training and caring for him. As a daughter I wasn’t exactly well loved, especially by my father. So I trained day and night to prove myself. That, somehow, wound up with me being one of the strongest shinobi to ever come out of Konoha.

Perhaps it was through my dedication and determination to protect and serve that I allowed certain aspects of myself to get weaker. Communication outside of missions, knowledge about my feelings and willingness to accept them, my preferences.

I didn’t really have any super close friends, I had friends but non who really knew what I was thinking. I understood my feelings, however because of my loyalty to my position and village I never acted on them not wanting them to affect me in battle or compromise my, or worse the village’s, possition. As for preferences, I wasn’t girly. I wanted to be, but it wasn’t practical. I wanted to be like all those other girls who could strut down the street in dresses and heels, with their faces painted all pretty and their long hair flowing behind them. However, that was never practical. I always prided myself with being ready at a moment’s notice. So my wardrobe mostly consisted of shorts, t-shirts and muscle shirts. I did own fish nets and wrappings and wore them quite often, but it wasn’t the same.

I paused for a moment on my way back to my apartment and sighed. I was thinking way too much about that. Those weren’t the kind of things I should dwell on. Sasuke is back. The akatsuki are taken care of. All the villages are at peace with one another. And I have the day off.

“Hey! Kaya!”

I looked over my shoulder at were the call was coming from.

Kankuro and Temari were walking up to me.

I turned around and greeted them with a warm smile, “Hey, what brings you guys here?”

“We’re escorting Gaara.” Temari informed me, “He’s in a meeting with Kakashi. We thought we’d take a walk around and see some old faces.”

“Well it’s good to see you guys too.” I told them.

“Speaking of which,” Kankuro directed, “How’ve you been holding up knowing about your brother?”

“Kankuro!” Temari snarled.

I shook my head, “It’s okay, Temari.” I told her, “It’s been weird, I’ll be honest there. I do find it a little bit unfair simply because of what he managed to pull off for us during the war. Yet at the same time I understand the need for this kind of punishment after what he had done against us. And after so long of him being gone, it’s nice to know exactly where he is.”

“You seem to be taking it well.” Kankuro noted.

I shrugged, “It’s part of being a shinobi I suppose.”

“Say,” Temari said gaining my attention, “Gaara’s going to be in a meeting all day. Do you wanna head to the bathhouse with us? We don’t have on in Suna.”

It was obvious to me that Temari was trying to change the subject to make me feel better.

“That sounds like fun.” I told her, “I have to run some stuff back home really quick though. So how about I meet you guys there?”

“Alright.” She said with a nod, “But if you aren’t there within 10 minutes of us I’m hunting you down myself.”

I nodded as Kankuro rolled his eyes.

“I’ll see you there.” I said and bowed before turning and leaving.

I continued on my way, walking down the back alley leading to my apparent building. I made my way up the stairs as I took out my key from my pocket. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I toed off my blue shoes and stepped into the hallway. I walked down it and ducked into the kitchen, quickly putting my groceries in the fridge and cupboards.

Once I was done  I exited the kitchen and was about to head into the bathroom to gather up some of my toiletries for the bathhouse, but something caught my eye.

I turned my head towards the window in the living room where something was off. The window was open, not like I left it, on the sill was a fresh cut, white lily.

I sighed before padding across room to pick up the flower and close the window. I didn’t have to look at the sill to know there was a small amount of sand there. I put the lily in a vase in the kitchen before going into the bathroom to gather my things.

Every time he was at the village he found me, and he left me a flower.

I showed him kindness when he was young and I was on a mission in Suna. Before I left he gave be a desert rose as a token of friendship, which I had preserved in resin shortly after coming home. However because I lived so far away I couldn’t be there for him like he deserved.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have feelings towards the red head. After the pain he went through in his childhood, dealing with the Shukaku, going through the trails of becoming a Kage, leading the great shinobi war. It was admirable to say the least. Because of that it was obvious he was dedicated, intelligent, loyal, caring, skilled as a shinobi. He was attractive physically too, there was never any denying any of that.

My 1 issue about accepting my feelings for the young Kazekage was his position. I was only a Jonin of a faded clan, and he was the leader of a nation, more than likely with many, much more suitable, suitors at his disposal.

I always had it in my head, ever since I was little, my life was going to go 1 of 2 ways. The first; I was going to become a respectable and high ranked shinobi who became K.I.A. in a mission so their allies could complete the mission or return to the village safely and possibly get reinforcements. The second; as a daughter, I had assumed my father(who was the head of the clan) or the Hokage, would have married me off to another clan or village to keep peace. With the war over and Gaara being the Kazekage, neither of those were paths for me to follow that intertwined with his.

I opened the front door and tapped the toe of my shoe on the cement of the inside of my apartment before closing and locking it and heading on my way up the mountain to the hot springs.

As I approached the entrance to the hot spring I saw Temari and Konkuro standing there with a variety of other people, including: Naruto, Sakura, Lee, Tenten, Ino, Kiba, Shikamaru and Choji.

“Took you long enough.” Temari smirked as she saw me.

“Sorry.” I said with a smile, “My head’s been else where.”

“Doesn’t matter!” Naruto cut in, “Let’s just go in already.”

We all sort of sighed but followed the blonde inside anyway.

“I just feel sorry Hinata couldn’t come.” Sakura said as she washed Ino’s back.

“It’s fine.” Temari said as she dumped hot water on her head to clean out the suds, “I get she’s busy. I was actually surprised, Kaya had said yes.”

I looked over at her from where I was shampooing.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Temari?” I asked her.

“Just that you always seem to be working.” She said and stood up, having finished cleaning herself, “And when you aren’t working you’re training like crazy.”

I shrugged and turned back to the wall, not really sure how to respond to the truth like that.

“How else do you think she got that good?” Tenten defended, “It’s those who work the hardest at what they believe in that go the furthest.”

“But if you’re always working,” Temari countered, “And don’t make time for relaxation and rest your body will be over exerted. But it’s more than just that.”

I felt Temari behind me, she knelt down and wrapped her arms around my neck bringing me into a hug.

“I like hanging out with you Kaya,” She told me with a smile, “I rarely come to this village, and because of it rarely get to hang out with you, so obviously I don’t like the way you always push yourself.”

“Sorry.” I told the blonde looking over my shoulder at her, our noses practically touching, “It’s just something I’m used to.”

“Well get unused to it.” Temari scolded and stood back up, “Besides, I happen to know, under good authority, a certain red head who has the hots for you.”

I looked over my shoulder at her in disbelief.

“Oh my gosh!” Ino gasped, “Really, Gaara of all people like Kaya!?”

“Why is that such a surprise!?” Sakura snapped at the blonde in anger.

“Kaya’s always cold and serious, never showing interest in anyone.” Ino started, “And Gaara of all people, if stone cold and static had a face it would be him. It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Ever thought he just doesn’t like feminine women.” Sakura snapped.

I sighed softly to myself and dumped water on my head to get the shampoo out of my hair. They both had their points.

“Do you two really have to talk like she isn’t here!” Tenten all but screamed at the 2 of them, “She has feelings you know.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Kaya.” Sakura said.

“Yeah, sorry. It was just surprising.” Ino added.

“It’s alright.” I told them, “But take what someone says with a grain of salt.” I added, “You don’t know what’s true until you go to the source.”

I then stood and made my way to the bath to join Temari.

“Does that mean you’re going to ask Gaara when we see him next?” Temari asked with a knowing smirk.

“No.” I said shortly, submerging myself in the hot water, “Kazekage-sama has every right to his privacy. Aside from that, even though you’re his sister, it may be incorrect, then I have projected assumptions onto him which may cause a rift between Konoha and Suna. Something I will not be responsible for.”

“Blindly loyal too.” Ino added quietly.

I rolled my eyes and sunk further into the water, I didn’t want to hear anything more from any of them about this.

I walked down the hall of the Hokage building and knocked on the door when I came to it. The Hokage had called me in today, apparently I had mission on a special request.

“Come in.” I heard from the other side.

I opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. I walked up to the desk and bowed.

“You wished to see me, Hokage-sama.” I said.

“Kaya, we’ve gone over this, repeatedly.” He told me with a little smile, “It’s just Kakashi, nothing more, nothing less. But that’s besides the point isn’t it.”

He paused and stared at me, “The Kazekage had requested this of you himself.”

I straightened up, waiting in anticipation to hear what was needed of me.

“He would like of you to spend the day with him.” I was told, my face dropped for a moment. Of all the things He wanted of me, the Kazekage of the sand wanted to spend a day with me of all people.

“At his request you are to address him Gaara, not Kazekage-sama, treating him as a friend from dawn until dusk. This is your mission, you do have the opportunity to refuse it.”

“The Kazekage of the sand had specifically requested me for this mission.” I stated, “I don’t know for what purpose and I don’t know why, but if I refuse a mission coming directly from him it could cause great tension between villages. I refuse to allow that happen on my watch. I accept.”

He nodded, “Then you will find Gaara waiting for you at the training grounds.”

I nodded.

“You are dismissed, Kaya.” The Hokage tole me.

I bowed and turned leaving the room, and closing the door behind me.

I stayed under the shade of the trees in the training grounds as I watched Naruto and Gaara spare a little.

“You’ve gotten better.” Gaara noted to the blonde.

“Yeah, I’m not going to let you be that far a head of me for long, Gaara.” Naruto told him.

“I expect nothing less.” The red head told him, “I’m sorry to cut this interaction short, Naruto, but-”

“I know, I know.” Naruto cut in, “You got things to do. Thanks for taking the time though. I’ll see ya’ later!” The blonde then took off running, most likely to Ichiraku’s.

The red head sighed as he watched his friend take off. I approached slowly from my position.

“Good morning, Gaara-sama.” I said as I came up beside him.

The red head turned to me in surprise, I had never used his name to address him since he became Kazekage.

“Good morning, Kaya.” He told me with a gentle smile, “I’m glad you accepted.”

“It’s not every day that I get a mission from a Kage of another village.” I informed him, “Though, I must say that I’m surprised about the details.”

“I couldn’t think of any other way to hang out with you as equals.” He told me, “Though, even that seems to not be 100% fool proof.”

“I’m sorry, Gaara-sama, but our titles still hold as they are. I’m afraid that’s the best I can do in terms of informalities.” I said to him.

His smile faded as I told him this but he nodded anyway, “Would you like to go for a walk with me?”

I nodded with a little smile, “I’d like that.”

Walking shoulder to shoulder we made our way out of the training grounds towards town, up and down the streets. We were just talking, catching up, letting little things off our chests.

“The rebuild had certainly gone well.” Gaara noted as we were walking down a back alley, “It’s almost like you can’t tell it was destroyed.”

I nodded, “Everyone pulled together, so the rebuild went very fast.”

“I’m sure you’re conflicted about your brother aswell.” He added.

I just shrugged before saying, “I suppose, you get used to these sorts of things.” I told him, “Being a shinobi, loss is almost a synonym. It’s unfortunate, but it’s just how things are.”

“I don’t believe you should lose anything ever again, Kaya.” Gaara told me, stopping and turning to face me. I did the same.

“That’s very kind of you, Gaara-sama.” I told him, “But I don’t think I have much else I could lose. My family. My village. The Hokage. I think the only thing I have left that’s of note is my life.”

“What about your friends?” He asked.

I looked up at him, he had grown to be about an inch or 2 taller than me. His face had matured quite a lot since he had first become Kazekage. His sea foam eyes were still unreadable to me not matter how hard I tried. His bright red hair was still messy, but considerably less than it had been before.

“I would die, before I let another person I hold dear die.” I all but hissed, “I lost too many in the war for me to be able to handle that again.”

My black eyes bore into him as I said that. I meant every singe word. I would never let that happen again.

The sounds of a stomach growl cut through my glare. I saw Gaara’s face become flush as the sound reached both of our ears.

I put my hand over my mouth to try to stop the giggle from coming out.

“Gaara-sama,” I said to him with a smile, “If you were getting hungry you should have told me.”

He said nothing, just looked away.

“Where do we want to go?” I asked him, “Ramen? Sushi? Bbq? Nabe? Curry? Sandwiches? Help me out here, I can’t read your mind.”

“What do you prefer?” He asked, still embarrassed.

“I know it’s spring, but I’m really feeling nabe.” I told him.

“Let’s get that then.” He said.

“Alright, I know the best restaurant too.” I said and started walking, him following, “My favorite pot that they have is the vegetable one. It always has beautiful seasonal vegetables in it, mushrooms, and both buckwheat and konjaku noodles in it. I personally like to get it in chicken broth rather than beef or vegetable, but we can get whichever you’d prefer. I’m just letting you know my experience, Gaara-sama.”

“It sounds delicious.” He told me, the embarrassment fleeing from his voice.

“It is.” I told him, “I just hope you’re a big eater.”

“Why’s that?” He asked in concern.

“I never really eat much.” I admitted, “Don’t get me wrong I eat until I’m full, but that just never seems to be as much as everyone else.”

“Whatever you don’t eat, I will.” Gaara assured me, “Especially if it’s as good as you say it is.”

Gaara sat next to me as we were perched on top of a cliff that overlooked the entire village. The sun was beginning to set and the entire landscape was bathed in a yellow-orange light.

We sat in a comfortable silence enjoying the view.

“So, tell me,” I said finally, breaking the silence, “Why did you really want to spend the day with me?”

The red head gave me the smallest ghost of a smile as he replied, “I don’t think you would believe me.” He told me in his deep, raspy voice.

I smiled, pulled my legs up from dangling over the edge of the cliff, brought my thighs up to my chest and turned to face him fully.

“Try me, Gaara-sama.” I urged him.

Gaara rose and dusted himself off before extending a hand to me, silently asking me to stand with him.

I took his pale hand in my tanned and scared one, allowing him to help me stand.

“I know you’ve never been the kind of person to cross boundries like this,” He started, not letting go of my hand as he spoke, “But a person like you, Kaya, only comes around once in a lifetime. A person who will do any and everything they can for what they believe in, to grow as powerful and as dedicated as you. Someone with that much passion and love in your heart, and strength that can’t be matched.”

“These are very kind words of you to say, Gaara-sama.” I said thinking he was done.

“Kaya,” Gaara started, some emotion I couldn’t place shadowing his eyes, “You have shown me love. And I have grown you love you back. I know we never had a romantic relationship to support me saying this. But I do love you, Kaya. And I want to wake up every morning to be loved by you, so I never forget how you make me feel.”

I could not believe what I was hearing, “Gaara-sama?” I asked slowly, not sure what he was getting at.

“Kaya,” He said slowly as he took a step back from me, let go of my hand, reached into his pocket for something, and he got it he knelt down on one knee before me.

One of my hands went over my mouth as I shook my head not wanting to believe this.

“Will you marry me?” He asked with such a beautiful smile on his face.

“This is wrong.” I managed out, trying not to cry.

“Do you not feel the same way?” Gaara asked, seeming hurt.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel!” I all but yelled at him.

Gaara rose very fast and all but glared down at me, “I’m asking you to tell me how you feel and you insist it’s wrong?”

“My feelings have nothing to do with it!” I insisted, “You are the Kazekage of the sand, you more than likely have hundreds if not thousands of much more suitable potential suitors than a Leaf shinobi!”

“Kaya.” Gaara barked at me, “I don’t care about any other girls that are out there, I want to be with you. I want you to know that. And as Kazekage I hereby order you to forget about titles and positions and what’s considered correct and what’s not for a minute and tell me what you feel right now, with me.”

I let out a small hiccup before answering, “I feel so unbelievably happy right not. I feel like I want to jump into your arms and kiss you and cry, and tell you I feel the same way. I feel so overwhelmed with emotions I almost can’t express them as well as I want to.” I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands, not wanting to look him in the eye.

After a few seconds of silence between us, his pale, slender fingers hooked under my chin and made me look at him. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue in that moment, it made my knees go weak.

“Then do all of it, Kaya.” He told me and gently pressed his lips against mine.

The kiss was gentle his lips were soft and cool. I was so happy because I was finally able to express my emotions for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to me. Gaara wrapped his arms around my waist and gently pulled me close to him not wanting to hurt me.

We pulled away for some air, we still held each other close. Gaara rested his forehead on mine after he pulled my headband down towards my neck. He bore his blue eyes into my black ones.

“So, will you marry me, Kaya?” He asked, almost desperately.

“I would love to, Gaara.” I said with a smile and pressed a light kiss onto his nose, “Because I love you.”

Gaara only smiled wide and pulled me closer.

What If It Were Real?(Part 18)


I sipped tea from my mug as I walked down the forest path to get to the submarine. Killer never would have let me go, but lucky for me, I was easily able to coax Wire into giving me the information that I needed.

I knew I didn’t look threatening. After all I was walking towards them in sweat pants, a fitted tank top, baggy hoodie, and sneakers. My hair had grown out enough for me to be able to pull it back into a pony tail. The only thing on me that they could see was the big cup of tea that I was sipping on as I walked.

“Who goes there?!” A voice demanded as I approached the submarine.

“Hi.” I greeted with a smile, “Is Law available to speak by chance?”

“Who are you?” He demanded.

“Torri.” I told him, “Please tell him Torri is here and needs to speak him it’s urgent.”

The man looked at me skeptically but disappeared for a moment anyway.

“He says you may come aboard.” He told me and lowered a ladder down for me.

I somehow managed to climb to the top even with the hot cup of tea in my hands. My feet touched the deck and I was greeted by about 4 men. I smiled at them.

They escorted me down below deck to a room where they just nodded. Out of politeness I knocked anyway.

“Come in.” The smooth voice of the Surgeon of death called to me.

I opened the door and closed it behind me.

“Good morning.” I greeted.

He looked up from his news paper and did a double take at me before smirking.

“I switched you with Eustass-ya.” He said in disbelief.

“You might have thought you did.” I told him, “But in reality you switched my captain with my best friend, Mykhayla. You know that blonde that you bought ice cream for the other day. That was very kind of you by the way.”

“And you want me to switch them back, I assume.” He said and leaned back in his chair.

I nodded as I took a sip from my mug, “But of course I’m not so stupid as to think that you would be willing to do this for free or out of the goodness of your heart. But I do propose a trade with you.”

“What could you possibly have that I could want?” He asked.

“Information.” I told him with a smirk, “I’m on Kidd’s crew not because of my cooking skills, but because I know things. That’s the only reason why he keeps me around.”

“And you want to trade second hand information for your friends to return to normal?” He asked me.

I shook my head after I took another sip, “I don’t tell Kidd everything I know.” I told him, “I tell him what he needs to know. Which isn’t very much. If you would like to pick my brain, figuratively of course, all I would ask in return would be my friend and captain back in their correct bodies.”

Trafalgar gestured to a seat next to me, “Let’s talk then, Torri-ya.”

“For the last time! That is not how a man walks!” Kidd yelled at Mykhayla.

“Well you don’t sit like I do.” She retorted.

“Yeah, because I’m not a girl, wench!” He yelled.

“So that gives you the excuse to not act like I do, but I don’t get the excuse to not act like you because I’m a girl!” She questioned, “That’s stupid!”

“You’re stupid!” He yelled.

“You’re stupid!” She yelled back.

“Not as stupid as you are!” He countered.

“Well I’m not as dumb as you are, that’s for sure!” She yelled back.

“When I get my body back!” Kidd yelled at her, “I’ll,”

“You’ll what!?” She demanded.

“Hey!” I said coming onto the deck, with a mug of warm tea in my hands.

“Where the hell have you been!?” Killer demanded running past Kidd and Mykhayla, who stopped their argument to look at me.

“Places.” I told him with a smile as I took a sip of my tea.

“Places!?” Killer demanded, “You’ve been gone since dawn!”

“Yeah, I’ve been places.” I assured him as I took another sip.

“I want you to realize the hell that I’ve been facing by myself since you left. Those two haven’t stopped yelling at one another since they got up! And it wasn’t fun to find you gone this morning either.” Killer told me.

“Don’t worry.” I assured my blonde, “Everything will be fine.”

“How the hell can you say that!?” Killer exclaimed, “Our captain and Mykhayla are stuck in the wrong bodies, Trafalgar hates us so there is no way he’s going switch them back for us, and now all of a sudden my girlfriend is keeping secrets from me that could get us all killed.”

“Well look on the bright side, Killer.” Mykhayla chimed in, “At least Torri is back.”

He turned around to yell at the red head only to see a petite blonde standing behind him.

“Mykhayla?” He asked, staring down at her.

“Yes?” She asked and cocked her head to the side.

“Oh thank the heavens!” Killer cried, “You two are back to normal!”

“It seems so.” Kidd said as he looked over his body, “Now, where the hell is Trafalgar, I’m going to kill that bastard!” Kidd then stormed off trying to find the man he was after.

“I’m going to go change into something that’s actually good to wear.” Mykhayla told us and went below deck.

Killer stared at the spot on the deck they were arguing on before being brought back to reality with a loud sip I made. He turned to look at me.

“What did you do?” He questioned.

“I made a deal with the devil.” I told him and stared into the red tinged liquid in my mug.

“Think you can make deals with him more often?” He asked, “I know I was complaining earlier, but it was actually a lot of fun to watch them argue.”

I took another sip and said, “We’ll see.”

Tutoring(A Draco Malfoy Short)


A brown eyed girl with long, dark brown hair in a Ravenclaw uniform blew a raspberry as she exited the classroom. History of Magic was one of those subjects that the brunette found interesting enough to pay attention, but not interesting enough for her grades to be farther up from just a passing grade.

She was just told that if she was unable to pull her grades up she may not be able to move on to next year, despite her grades in all her other classes being fairly or very high.

“You’re stressing about this more than you should.” Draco Malfoy caught up with the girl and walked in step with her.

“Easy for you to say!” She snapped at the blonde, “You have the second highest score in the class. I just don’t absorb all the information like you do.”

“So, what, you’re just going to let yourself be held back for something stupid like this?” The blonde demanded.

“Hell no!” Torri snarled at him, before calming her tone, “I’m just going to have to study harder for it I guess.” She paused to sigh, “I just wish it wasn’t so boring.”

“What if I helped you study?” Draco offered.

Torri looked at the blonde he was crazy, “Why would you, of all people, offer to help a ‘Mudblood’ like myself with magical studies? You hate people like me.”

“You aren’t bossy. You aren’t entitled. You don’t care what others think about you. And you force me to look at you like an equal not a lesser.” Draco told the brunette, “If nothing else, I respect you.”

Torri paused in the hallway and bit her lip, thinking for a moment.

It was not like Draco to offer his help, especially to someone like her. It was especially not like Draco to admit he respected people outright like that. Needless to say, the Ravenclaw was on her guard.

Her bright, brown eyes stared into his grey ones, though they didn’t seem as cold as they usually did.

“This better not be another one of your tricks, Malfoy.” Torri warned.

“You have my word.” He assured her, “It’s not.”

“Alright.” She relented, “Thank you. Do you want to meet in the library today after school?”

Draco nodded, “I’ll see you there then, Mudblood.” He teased.

The brunette grew red and merely walked away, not wanting her anger to seep out at him after he was nice to her.

The Slytherin just stood there and watched at the brunette took off away from him. He was surprised with himself that he had offered to help her like he had. Despite the difference in their blood status, Torri had intrigued him since day one. Yet he kept his distance not wanting his father to know about his fascination with a Mudblood, lest the both of them deal with the repercussions.

The day went on and when the last class of the day was dismissed a dark haired Ravenclaw and a bleach blonde Slytherin both made their way to the library.

Torri got there first and started unloading her bag of notebooks,  textbooks, and her writing utensils. She had always used pens and pencils instead of quills and ink. She sat down and started taking notes out of the textbook.

Draco arrived as the brunette was halfway through reading the first paragraph. He sat down across from her.

“Is that how you study?” He asked her, “By taking notes?”

Torri looked up from her notebook and nodded.

“How do you study?” She then countered the blonde.

“I read, have someone question me about the material, read what I don’t know and then repeat.” He informed her, “Do you want to try that?”

Torri nodded. Draco then pulled the textbook away from Torri and said a question. Torri replied with what she thought the answer was. Draco then said another question, Torri replied with what she thought the answer was.

This went on for a little while before the Slytherin slid the textbook back across the table to the Ravenclaw and told her the paragraphs that she got wrong. The brunette then just nodded and read thoroughly the paragraphs she messed up on, taking notes along the way.

Draco watched Torri as she did this. He found himself staring at her, noticing things he never noticed before. Like the way her nostrils flared when she came across a large word or name she didn’t know how to pronounce. Or the way she would nibble on her bottom lip as she was thinking who to shorten a sentence down into notes. How she would twirl her long, dark hair around her finger as she was trying to spell awkward words. He also noticed the light scar that she had on her right cheek, it wasn’t that noticeable. Draco really had to stare at her to see it. He noticed so much about her that he hadn’t before. The small mole on the one side of her nose, the beautifully long lashes that curtained her bright brown eyes. Draco also noticed that she had almost speckles of honey in her eyes today.

He knew that they would change shades often, going from dark brown, almost black, to a shade or two darker from hazel. They were eyes that always intrigued him, ones that left him curious, ones that left him wanting to know more about her.

Torri straightened up in her chair and looking into Draco’s piercing grey eyes, she nodded, thinking she was ready to continue again.

The blonde picked up the book and started asking questions again. The brunette answered the best she could to all of them. The questions just seemed to get harder and harder.

Torri rubbed her eyes and sighed, “How many did I get wrong?” She moaned.

Draco chuckled, “If this was all on the test, I’d say you’d get at least 60%.”

Torri’s hands fell onto the wooden surface of the table, “That’s not much better than I already do.” She told him.

Draco chuckled again.

“What’s so funny?” Torri demanded.

“You have nothing to lose while doing it like this.” Draco told the brown eyed girl with a glint in his eye.

“What are you suggesting?” She questioned the blonde.

“A bet.” Draco offered.

“I’m listening.”

“I’ll ask you twenty questions, and I won’t make them impossible, they’ll be reworded from the last test that we had. The amount of questions you get wrong will determine the punishment I give you after this. If you get seventeen or more right, you win.” He told her.

“And what do I get out of it?” She asked.

“I’ll buy you something you want.” Draco offered.

Torri sat there with her arms folded before relenting, “Fine.”

Draco smirked and pulled a piece of parchment out of his bag and began asking the questions. Torri answered to the best of her abilities.

At the end of it, Torri’s head hit the table and she muttered, “How bad did I do?”

“Sixteen out of twenty.” Draco told her after a second of anticipation.

Torri’s head shot up, “Really?” She asked in amazement.

Draco nodded.

“This did help, thank you.” The brunette said with a heart warming smile. After a second her face dropped and she looked at the blonde in accusation, “What do I owe you?”

Draco only smirked and slid the textbook across the table to her.

“How about a kiss for every wrong answer you gave.”

Torri’s face did not get red. Her eye did not twitch. She did not frown deeper. Nor did her mouth fall agape. She kept a perfect poker face as she stared down the Slytherin on the other end of the table.

“If you’re shy about it, then-”

Draco was cut off as a loud whack echoed through the library.

Torri pushed herself up and gathered up her supplies before turning to leave. The spine of her History of Magic textbook had collided with Draco’s face. The said blonde held the heavy textbook in his hands as he saw some blood drip from his nose.

“Leave it to a Malfoy to act nice and then turn into a complete and utter jerk at the moment he’s about to be trusted.” The Ravenclaw hissed as she stormed out of the library, swearing to herself that she was an idiot for trusting him like she had.

Draco wiped some of the blood from underneath his nose as he watched the brunette leave. He very well may have crossed a line with her, but when she was angry she was cute. And he allowed himself a moment to admire the long, dark hair that flowed out behind her in gentle ringlets as she walked away.