Disclaimer:I do not have a penis. Therefore, it's rather unlikely that I have a name like Masashi Kishimoto, ain't it?
Rating: K? Maybe?
Warnings: None, really. Just hints of man-love, and abysmally short chapters.
Spoilers: If you haven't heard about Gaara's death, I just spoiled it for you :D Stay tuned for more spoilers, folks!
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It was cold, but Gaara ignored it.
It was windy - so windy, in fact, that it stung Gaara's skin and dyed it a bright, ugly pink - but Gaara did not care.
It was dark, and the shapes of the villager's homes were barely discernable in the twilight, but it didn't matter to Gaara.
"It hurts," he murmured softly enough that it did not carry far, but just loud enough that he was sure that Kankurou must have heard him.
There was a slight rustling of cloth on stone as Kankurou turned to face him. "What do you mean?"
It was hard for him to define a feeling; he had barely opened his mind to the concept of emotions, and, already, they seemed to have started running rampant, but Gaara tried his hardest to find the appropriate words when he clenched a hand over his chest and said, "Right here. It... aches."
Kankurou was silent for a few moments, and Gaara thought that he might have said something strange or wrong. He wanted to take back his words, but then Kankurou replied, "Do you want to talk about it?"
It was silent again, save for the wind whistling as it floated over sand-dunes.
Gaara did not want to talk about it, because he did not know what to say. His chest throbbed and he tightened his grip on his shirt.
With a soft sigh, Kankurou said, "If you don't want to, I can just-"
"Yes," Gaara interjected quickly, almost afraid that Kankurou's offer would be retracted if he did not say anything, and even more afraid that Kankurou would take back his words at his answer.
Kankurou sighed again, though he did not sound upset, and asked, "What do you mean 'it aches'?"
Gaara touched his chest lightly through his shirt and closed his eyes as he thought, the wind massaging his scalp almost calmingly. It was difficult to describe how he felt, because he wasn't quite sure.
He had never felt this before. Was it normal?
"It feels... heavy," Gaara said quietly.
Kankurou's thigh brushed against his slightly as the elder shifted into a more comfortable position. "Yeah?" Kankurou asked, heavily leaning his cheek into his hand.
"Yeah," Gaara replied. "I think I miss him."
Kankurou cleared his throat and enquired quietly, almost as if he was scared, "Who? Shukaku?"
"No," Gaara answered thoughtfully, "Rock Lee."
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And nao for the ridiculously long Author's Note.
Okay.
So.
Things have been happening.
I've started eleventh grade, and some twelfth.
I'm studying at least fourteen different subjects.
Some bitches at my school are spreading rumours about me. They're actually pretty funny, but it's still NOT COOL, peeps.
Anyway, my point is that - shockingly enough - I do actually have a life outside of writing FanFiction.
I am writing this because it is easy, and I feel like it. Don't question me, or I will smite you.
The title has no significance at all. I just felt like being a n00b. Search for a hidden meaning all you like, but you're never gonna find one.
So reviews are appreciated :D
(Yeah, it's GaaLee, for those of you who didn't pick it up.)