First off… disclaimer! I don't own Naruto, if I did… it would be pure pornography, Gaara is so yummy!
Secondly, yes I deleted my other story, I just lost the heart, and I couldn't find the seven chapters I typed because my mother deleted the files. Third! This will most likely have lemons or limes. So… if yaoi isn't you cup of tea, don't read it. Fourth, I will probably take a while to give updates, sorry.
Warnings: OOC, yaoi (boy on boy action or love), lemon/lime material later (hopefully), Gaara being an angst-bag, some violence, M rated material (and that does not mean Muffins will be provided), profanity and vulgarity, molestation (eh, most likely), and Gaara being all precious.
Summary: They knew one another when they were children, he left. The only thing he ever loved, let alone cared for in anyway, left. He pushed himself to make him proud, if they would ever see each other again that is. But… now… there he was. Talking to others, chatting about food or something, he didn't know. But, there he was. And… he probably had forgotten him. He just wanted to touch him one last time, to feel his warm tan skin meet ice. He wanted… to let himself love him once more.
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'Damn it. Run faster!' His mind screamed at his legs; but sadly, the pale things just wouldn't comply. 'Come on! I have to make it. Please, I can't let him leave… not again. Not again.' He cursed as she stumbled over a small rock when he turned sharply to the right, and fell face first upon the sidewalk. "Damn it!" Lifting his body slowly, he got upon his hands and knees, letting a stray droplet of salty liquid hit the ground. "Damn it…"
He knew he wouldn't be able to make it in time to stop him from boarding that train to deliver him back to the Cloud Nation. He hadn't heard the footsteps approach him as eh had leisurely contemplated rolling out into the unusually busy street. "Fuck!"
"Damn it? Fuck? You make it seem like I had been hit by a bus. I'm not exactly dead you know." Quickly jerking up his head, he was slightly dazed, but none the less saw he face he was desperate enough to run for. "You're still… why?" The other smiled fondly at him as he bent down. "Don't ask me questions."
"But…"
"Don't make me change my mind."
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And that's the prologue! 8D
Reviews are appreciated.
