Title: Castle of Glass

Disclaimer: No money is made off this work of fiction. Naruto is not mine. If it was, I would be rich and I wouldn't be writing this, now would I?

Summary: As the Raikage and Kazekage leave Konoha, they reminisce on a time when the flame between the Hokage and his wife burned bright. And how the flame still burns, if the two idiots would just open their eyes to see it. Sequel to Glass Towers

Pairing: KakaNaru

Note: Remember my one-shot called Glass Towers? Yep. It's a sequel! And may I say? Killer B is really hard to write. Why can't he just talk like a normal person?!

"There was once a time when those two burned hot, It's such a shame now it's not," Killer B mused as he and his escort walked out of the Village Hidden in the Leaves beside Gaara of the Sand and his escort.

"That flame still burns," Gaara said evenly, "If those two idiots would open their eyes to see it." A pause. "I thought you stopped speaking in rhyme? You certainly weren't speaking in rhyme during the dinner."

"Never and no way. I'll say things the way I wanna say. There's a thing I had to try, putting pressure on Kakashi to make them cry," Killer B sighed, "And Naru-chan to see the sense, and bathe in love's sweet... erm... scent?"

"That was awful," Gaara deadpanned. "And we've been putting pressure on them both for five years since this mess started."

"Should steal the Lil'un from from the tower, to show them love's great power!"

"That... Didn't make any sense," Gaara muttered. "And Naruto would kill us. And so would Kakashi."

The Raikage and Kazekage paused and looked at each other.

Killer B grinned. "Looks like there's still hope! This is sure to break their mope!"

"Or give them a stroke," Gaara replied, and winced when he realized he had just perpetuated the rhyme.

Back in Konoha, Kakashi and Naruto sat up in their respective beds as a shiver went down their spines.

TBC