Note: Something about Gaara and cookies just seems so right.

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A Crummy Situation--

"What is this?" Temari asked curiously as she inspected Gaara's desk.

"Sand," he said emotionlessly. He continued to scribble furiously at the paperwork in front of him, regardless of the fact that Temari was taking up a good portion of his personal space.

"Doesn't look like sand to me," she murmured, grinding a few of the oversized grains between her thumb and forefinger. "Doesn't feel like sand either."

He paused in his writing long enough to watch her bring her fingers to her mouth. She sniffed once and gave an experimental taste. Must to his chagrin, her eyes widened and she let out a surprised sound.

"Those are cookie crumbs!" she shouted.

He blinked once. "…go away"

Completely ignoring his command, she began to search through the drawers of his desk. When nothing turned up, she turned to the other various nooks of his office.

Meanwhile, a vengeful trail of chakra-infused sand followed behind her.

"Where are you hiding them?" Temari said in a frustrated voice. "It's not fair, you know. You should share with your siblings. After all, we put up with you on a daily basis blah blah blah…"

Gaara had stopped processing the words coming out of her mouth. His annoyance was growing and with it the murderous intent of the sand that was this close to wrapping itself around Temari's neck and-

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in."

A nondescript sand ninja walked into the office. He glanced nervously over at the sand that was hovering over Temari's oblivious shoulder and then continued on to Gaara's desk. A small, neatly-wrapped box was placed there.

"Ayumi-san begs Kazekage-sama's forgiveness. She could not deliver these herself this time."

A curt nod sent the messenger back out the door.

Temari turned wide eyes to Gaara. He was already tearing into the box with as much fervor as he could muster (because when is Gaara ever giddy about anything?). A hint of a smile touched his lips as he took out a heart-shaped treat.

"These are special cookies," he said as he took a bite. "And you can't have any."

End--

Note: Short isn't usually my thing, but I don't think I could add anything to this little bit to make it more entertaining. It's perfect as is.

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