A/N: I originally had all these oneshots as separate stories but I decided to put them into one long story. So to anyone that had them favorited before, I am very sorry and I hope you were able to find this so you can re-favorite. I hope you all enjoy this and it will be an ongoing collection that will be added to whenever i get bored and write a oneshot or when someone requests one.
This story is dedicated to Lokashi, who requested this song and is my most supportive reader at the moment. (although I don't have many readers. lol.) And I have to give you a big thanks for your help!
Song: Heart Shaped Glasses- Marilyn Manson
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this song.
She reminds me of the one in school, when I was cutting'.
He remembers the day clearly. The first time he ever laid eyes on her. He was in seventh grade, and the torment had been especially vicious. He couldn't take it, and he escaped into the janitor's closet in the corner of the first floor. Farthest away from the classrooms and offices. The closet was no longer used and he came here when he desperately needed the silence. A break from the non-stop harassment that never ceased.
He fisted his hands in his hair, pulling hard enough to pluck out a few strands. The noise in his head was so loud. The rage overpowering his thoughts.
No wonder he has no family.
No one would want him anyway.
Stay away from him! He's a freak!
Freak. . .
It was then that the door opened slowly, and he turned his menacing green eyes onto whoever dared to intrude on his breakdown. Who was it? Who was so desperate to torment him that they followed him here?
But rather than a horrible child and his friends, waiting to mock him, there just stood a girl. Her blue-black hair short in the back with long bangs hanging past her delicate jaw bone. Her skin was pale and she had big, lavender eyes that were watching him with a concerned crease between her eyebrows. Her tiny hand was held up, the knuckle of her index finger pressed to her lips.
"Um. . .I-"
"GET OUT!" He shouted! She jumped and made small noise of terror, her eyes shutting and her lip quivering. She nodded and backed out of the closet, shutting the door quietly and leaving him alone.
All alone.
Just like always.
She was dressed in white and I couldn't take my eyes off her. But that's not what I took off that night.
Eventually he allowed her to sit by him. Or rather, she slowly worked her way closer. She began by sitting down outside of the janitors closet while he was inside. He knew she was out there, and when screaming at her didn't work, he simply ignored her. But she managed to get inside. And she would sit across from him, her hands shoved in the pocket of her giant hoodie. He never spoke to her, just allowed her to sit there. He realized. . .he liked her sitting there.
They were in their senior year of high school when he first TRULY saw her. He was under the bleachers, hidden away from the judgmental faces of student body. The constant stomping and cheering going on above his head was irritating, but it filled his head with white noise. He didn't have to think.
"G-gaara-kun?" He heard the small voice that he had come to recognize, and looked up.
What he saw made his eyes widen.
She was standing before him, her index fingers pressed together at the tips in the habit he had long ago noticed. She was nervous. Like always.
Not like always, the lumpy hoodie was gone, and replaced with a white dress that hung delicately from her frame. The hem coming to just above her knees. Her hair, which had grown down to her waist, was fanned around her shoulders, her lavender eyes looking down at her fingers.
"Hinata?" His voice held an unfamiliar tone. A tone of. . .confusion? Curiosity? "You look. . .different." Her cheeks turned a deep pink, and she was looking everywhere but at him.
"I-I wanted to look n-nice for you." Her cheeks turned a more vibrant scarlet, the color spreading down the milky white skin of her neck. Gaara was captivated.
He had never seen her like this. She was. . .beautiful. Very rarely was Gaara capable of appreciating things but right now, he wondered how anyone could look at her and see anything BUT beauty.
Without fully realizing what he was doing, he had placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward, crushing his lips down on hers in a searing kiss.
She'll never cover up what we did with her dress, no she said "kiss meIt'll heal. But it won't forget. Kiss me, It'll heal, but it won't forget."
Right from the beginning he knew her heart would break. She would break. No one was able to be around him without suffering. Her and her angel's heart would be no exception. And when she was laying on his chest, her dress long gone and somewhere on the floor, he would lace his fingers through her raven colored hair, and he would tell her how foolish she was. That she would only be alone and broken in the end.
"I'm not as delicate as you think Gaara-kun." Her voice was quiet, and she rarely stuttered around him anymore. Despite her words he continued to tell her she was better off without him. And despite his warnings, she continued to pull him deeper into her heart.
She pulled herself up so she was straddling his waist, placing her little hands on his shoulder as he looked up at her. "K-kiss me." She demanded shyly.
And who was he to refuse?
And I don't mind you keepin' me on pins and needles if I could stick to you and you stick me too.
With his hands firmly on her hips he rocked her back and forth, the gentle but possessive movements making her close her eyes in bliss and she straddled him. She lowered her head to rest on his shoulder, her hands coming up to fist in his red hair as she planted light kisses on his neck, shyly nipping at a spot beneath his ear. Gaara growled and flipped them over, overcome with desire the make her his once again. He laced his fingers between hers, their joined hands above her head on the pillow. He lowered his head, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and chest, sucking on the soft skin lightly.
"Gaara." She whispered as he continued to move against her. He lifted himself up, staring down at the goddess beneath him as she arched off the bed and her head thrashed around, leaving her hair in a silky mess across his pillow.
He would fall asleep to her lavender scent tonight.
Don't break, don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes. That blue is getting me high
For once in his life he was grateful for the insomnia he suffered from. No other time would he be able to admire her like he could at night. Often now she would sleep at his house, since his foster parents were never home and her parents didn't pay enough attention to notice when she was gone. She would sleep on her stomach, her midnight hair turning almost blue as the moonlight slanted in through his windows, falling over her in sharp shadows that made her look like an angel of his dreams. Dreams he had never been able to have before now.
He told her he would break her heart, but it was moments like this where he realized the consuming power she had over him. How with a word she could break his carefully crafted shield to sand. He did not deserve her, he knew. Her eyes saw everything with love, including him. It was delusional, he would tell her as well as himself. But no matter what he couldn't let her go.
He wouldn't.
Don't break, don't break my heart, and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses. Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes. That blue is getting me high and making me low. That blue is getting me high and making me low
He reached over to push her hair from her face, his fingertips ghosting over her cheeks and forehead. Slowly, her eyes would flutter open. Those piercing lavender eyes holding him in their gaze. She made no movement. Just watched him and the struggle of emotions playing across his face.
From the stuttering girl in the lumpy jacket, to that beautiful goddess in the white dress. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but he couldn't even tell himself that fact. Was he capable of love? To be honest, he had no idea.
She reminds me of a one I knew that cut up the negatives of my life. I couldn't take my hands off her. She wouldn't let me be anywhere but inside.
There was a day when he wanted nothing and no one to touch him. He didn't come to school, and he ignored her phone calls. He wanted her to stay away from him. The knowledge that she was too good for him was crippling, and it had finally become too much. She didn't need him, and she shouldn't want him.
His head pounded with the torturous voices of those who had hated him. Noise that he had been able to suppress ever since. . .well ever since her. He laid on the floor of the living room, watching as the light outside changed. It was late in the evening, the room filled with golden color of the fading sunlight, when a loud pounding sounded at the door. He ignored it at first, hoping whoever it was would leave. But they didn't.
They knocked again.
And again.
"Gaara!" His eyes snapped open. The voice was one he recognized above all other, but he could not believe that was her outside the door. She would never be able to raise her voice, or shout his name in that demanding tone. "Gaara-kun!"
He stood up and opened the door, setting his stoic mask in place as he opened the door.
She stood there, her hair a wild mess and her chest rapidly rising and falling. Had she run here? Her tiny hands were fisted at her sides and her eyes held a determined, almost angry expression in them.
"Gaara." She said his name again, quieter, but still holding the same tone. He inclined his head.
"Hinata." He stared at her, until she did something he did not expect.
She threw her arms around him and hugged him as tight as she could.
"I will not let you be alone." She said into his chest, her voice stronger than he had ever heard it.
And just like that, the clamor in his head was gone.
And I don't mind you keepin' me on pins and needles if I could stick to you and you stick me too.
He decided then he would not allow himself to push her out. No matter how heavy the doubt in his head and heart was. She was here, and he would be the selfish monster he knew himself to be, and keep her with him.
And allow her to keep him with her.
Just don't break don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses. Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes. That blue is getting me high.
She would hold on. She saw in him what he could not see in himself, and she would hold on to him as long as it took for him see what she did.
She'll never cover up what we did with her dress, no. She said kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget. Kiss me, it'll heal but it won't forget.
And just like that first time he truly saw her, on that night where he was so captivated by her lavender eyes, the white dress laid on his floor, and he held her in his arms.
His angel.
His salvation.
His life.
Don't break don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses. Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes, that blue is getting me high and making me low.
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