Balance
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Pairing: Gaara/Naruto
Word Count: 406 (only actual Drabble)
Balance
To anyone outside of their little 'bubble', Gaara and Naruto seemed to be such an odd couple. In the beginning, there had been many people who had taken a single look at the red-haired sociopath and the naïve blond, and proclaimed with an air of confidence that they wouldn't last long.
And then a year had passed, and then two and soon enough the couple was celebrating eight years of being together, and yet people still stopped to stare, and people still questioned what they were doing together, even after Gaara's blood thirsting tendencies had dimmed, and even after Naruto's painfully needy attention seeking ways had mellowed.
No one got why they were together besides Gaara and Naruto themselves, and a handful of their close friends.
Why were they together?
Because Gaara could sleep peacefully around his blond, who chased away Shukaku's psychopathic thoughts and desires and allowed him to be at complete and utter peace. Because Gaara could look into Naruto's eyes and see everything besides hate and disgust, because he couldn't imagine not having Naruto in his arms when he woke up, kissing his cheek with a grin and an 'good morning', and because Gaara didn't think he could live without Naruto's slim hand in his own, taking comfort from his non-judgmental lover and his quietly understanding eyes. Or because the way Naruto would whimper his name and curl into him after a nightmare, completely trusting him, needing him. Loving him.
And Naruto?
Naruto knew he couldn't live without Gaara, the way his eyes never held hate or anger for him, the way he would just randomly hold Naruto because he wanted to, they way he understood Naruto didn't always smile because he was happy, or the way he would comfort him after a nightmare, the ones that had torn him apart when he was younger simply because he had no one to help him through the nights. The way Gaara would carefully bandage each wound on him, even if it was a simple paper cut that would heal in minutes, and kiss it. The way Gaara never objected to having Ramen for lunch, everyday.
Because Gaara never begrudged him for being scared of ghosts and simply held his hand when he was scared.
What people didn't get, what people didn't even try to get, was that Gaara and Naruto balanced each other out.
And nothing—and nobody—could have made them happier.