What If I Don't Want To
-In remembrance of the White Rose…
-Story straight from the Red Envoy's heart…
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The Kazekage, or Gaara, in a large chair made out of durable bamboo, he was seated behind a large mahogany-wood desk. It was a new month, and tall stacks of paper work were already present. Tapping his old fashioned fountain pen against the maroon wood, Gaara stared out the long rectangular window that was held together by perfectly crafted wooden beams, placed in a criss-cross design.
The sky was amber, not a single cloud in sight. Gaara scoffed, what was he thinking, clouds needed water in order to take shape. Water was a very meager commodity in the desert, but he made sure the citizens of Suna had enough water to get by. The tapping of his pen against the hard wood became more impatient as his aquamarine orbs shifted from the window to his desk. Sure it was messy, but he had a few framed photographs. His eyes settled on the mementos of all of the best moments of his miserable, gore packed life.
One beautifully framed picture caught his observant eyes, as if it beckoned for him to gaze upon it. And thus, Gaara did look at it, memories flooding back to him. Happy memories. Memories that Gaara was determined to forget. He stared at the image of himself in the photograph. Tall, red disheveled hair, small almost unnoticeable smile. That was the one time he was genuinely happy, the first moment in his life he believed that he had hope. That fate had given him a shot in being a normal happy human being. His eyes drifted from his image's face to his right arm which was wrapped around a slender waist.
The person he had his arms around, was Hinata. Hinata Hyuuga. Of the Hyuuga clan in Konoha. He smiled softly, remembering her long soft indigo coloured hair, her pale skin as smooth as silk, that jacket she always wore when she was little which she would tie around her waist, those long, creamy legs, pale but soft arms... He loved everything about her. But what captivated him to her the most were her kindness, and her ability to forgive and forget.
Gaara first got intrigued, when he took a trip to Konoha. It was after he had been 'crowned' as Kazekage, he was in Konoha because it was the first time he and the Hokage of Konoha were to have a meeting.
A few days later, when all boundaries were set, Gaara was heading back to Suna, passing by the towns' famous Ramen stand. Ichiraku Ramen. He was just going to walk on, passing by, but no one could ignore the loudmouth of Konoha. He stopped when he heard Naruto gasping, laughing heartily and turned his head. There he saw the blonde clad in orange, and a girl, with long soft looking blue tresses. She was giggling, slurping her ramen noodles every now and then.
Gaara got a somewhat better look at Naruto a she turned his head to the side, glancing at the female next to him. Giving her a grin, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He saw the side of the females face as she turned to Naruto, returning his smile with an unbelievable amount of kindness and acceptance. It was judging by her soft voice and lavender tinted eyes that he recognized her as Hyuuga Hinata. The girl he had secretly admired for her never-give-up attitude. The girl who had nearly beaten her cousin Neji Hyuuga, nearly losing her life in the process.
A thought had struck him, as he watched Naruto's eyes close in content. Gaara watched in hidden amusement as Naruto leaned back, relaxing. Unfortunately he leaned back a little too far and fell off of his stool. A loud thud could be heard, echoing of the buildings close by. He smirked and began to walk again, but stopped short.
Hinata had gotten of her stool, and was kneeling in front of Naruto's form. He watched as they both exchanged words of speech. Hinata wore a shocked expression while asking Naruto if he was hurt. Naruto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, and looked up at her with a Cheshire like grin.
Gaara's eyes widened a notch as he watched was Naruto was doing. Naruto, examining the ground and the flowers, looked up at the curious female, flashing her a dazzling grin, before plucking a single white rose from the earth, handing it to her. Hinata smiled and reached out her hand. Gaara watched as Naruto laughed and took her hand. He stared at the joined hands. Hinata pulled Naruto up to his feet and laid some money on the counter. She waved, and left. Naruto waved after her, smiling.
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Gaara's smile grew somewhat bigger, as he recalled that event. Chuckling to himself he held the framed photograph. Holding it as if it was as fragile as glass, he stroked the image of Hinata's smiling face, as if she was there, in real life. But he knew that fate wouldn't be bringing them together anytime soon.
Gaara's smile fell off his face. Fate was always cruel to him. He hated the feeling of having something to hold, then having it ripped away, so aggressively, that he could not get it back. This is the reason why Gaara wants to try so hard to forget all the good times.
Giving Hinata's 'cheek' one last stroke, he opened up the drawer to his left, and placed the photo gently inside. He took the dresser keys out of another drawer and brought the keys to the golden lock of the desk drawer. Where the picture was held. His hand trembled. All the good times came rushing back to him like a torrent breaking loose from a broken dam. The metallic material of the key slipped out of his grasp.
The key had fallen to the hardwood floor. Making a small 'clank'. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do what he thought was right. He couldn't forget. He didn't want to forget. He wanted, no needed Hinata to be there, with him. He's even been having dreams. Of the fun times when he would go to retire in his bed quarters, and find Hinata in his bed, waiting for him to crawl in with her. He wanted that again.
And what he loved the most was that, she would always be wearing something, dare he say, 'dangerous' (Courtesy of Temari!) when she would try and convince him into something. She gave him good laughs that he rarely ever got the chance to do. Kankuro and Temari also loved her muchly, the also miss her. A lot. They would always ask when they would be getting back together. But Gaara for once was absolutely clueless.
Love was the surprise element in this game of gotta-get-you-back. Love was what brought them together, but fate was what was keeping them at their distances. Barely allowing them to admire each other from a distance even. Gaara has had Hinata so many times before, yet he felt that he needed her, despite what fate thinks.
He got up abruptly, knocking back the light bamboo crafted chair. He stalked speedily over to the door. The council had to be aware; Gaara was heading back to Konoha.
This could be a oneshot. It all depends on YOU. Sorry about that, it all depends on you, whether you want this to be a long chapter-story or not.
If there is a next chapter: It would have something to do with Gaara going to Konoha and looking for his girl. But he runs into some competition, yeah!
See Ya!
xSuzumex