Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or either of these characters. If I did, trust me, GaaSaku would be cannon.
"All of the lies and the happiness made of everything that you said."
~Megurine Luka~
Lie to Me
There he was again, just like last night and the night before. He doesn't seem to say anything; he just kind of sits there staring up at the sky, as if maybe the evening could answer the questions he has. 'Well, that's a little presumptuous, how do I know why he's here every night, let alone why he's so drawn to the sky?'
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and turned to leave again, when I heard a voice. It was a boy's voice, a little more baritone than a lot of guys I went to the Academy with but not unpleasantly deep. The voice gave me pause.
"Is there something you need?"
Was there something I needed? I turned to look towards the origin of the query. Was there something I needed? I didn't know. Maybe, but I didn't think he could help me with what I needed. Why? Because I didn't know what it was.
I looked up at the boy sitting on the rooftop. His hair almost black in the dark, but I knew that it was actually crimson. A red so dark, but brilliant, that it matched the color of blood. Actually, now that I thought about it, his hair was the exact color of spilt blood. I could feel his eyes, a few shades lighter than my own, boring a hole into my body. I could picture the look on his face, those eyes encircled by black, glaring at me for my interruption.
This was not new either. Since that first night, he always asked me what I needed; as if I could give him a different answer to that question than I had been giving. I licked my lips and whispered out my answer, the same answer as the past nights, "I don't know."
His reaction that night was different. Everything else the same, down to the answer I gave, but his reaction. Instead of turning his gaze skyward once more, as I had come to expect him to, he appeared right in front of me – face to face. And then, once more he repeated, "Is there something you need?"
I backed up a step and stammered out, "I d-don't know."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Before opening them again and whispering, "Lie to me."
It was a simple phrase, 'Lie to me,' and rather vague, but in that moment I knew what was needed. Whether I needed it, he needed it, or maybe even both of us needed it; that didn't matter. Not right then, what mattered was that it was needed.
I took a step forward, so that we were nose to nose, face to face, once again and reached out one hand to slowly cup his cheek. I stared into his eyes that, for once, didn't hold an ounce of hostility and said, "Gaara-"
I stopped when I felt his hand grabbing my wrist, the one supporting the hand that was touching his face. He just held it there though, there was no other movement. No flinching away, no forcing my hand down, his hold wasn't even tight. Looking into his eyes once more I finished, "I think I could fall in love with you."
That being said he brought my face closer to his and gave me a chaste kiss, and then he was gone. It was as if it had never happened, and maybe I would have believed it was a figment of my overactive imagination if my heart wasn't pounding and I couldn't feel the tell-tale tingling of my lips. But it was and I could.
As I walked home I couldn't help but smile. I didn't know how long Gaara was going to be here for, but I would meet up with him every night. And I had a new answer to give to him.