Strangers - Show Me Love (song by Tatu)
The black-clad girl watches with a stoic face as the boy with the painted face threatens the brown-haired grandson of the Hokage. In a swift movement, she draws her sword, blade pressed firmly against the older ninja's neck.
"Release him." She says in a cold voice.
He complies and the child skitters away. With the blade gone, he moves to remove a bandaged object from his back, but is interrupted.
A boy her age stands in a tree. His hair red as blood. Jade eyes ringed with the markings of a tanuki and insomnia. A hint of insanity lingers behind his closed expression.
He reprimands the other boy, calling him a disgrace to their village. The boy with the painted face backs down.
He turns his attention to the deadly, blonde beauty. Her hair in pigtails. "What is your name?"
"Uzumaki Naru. Yours?"
"Sabaku no Gaara."
They have never met, yet they are familiars. The same loneliness lingers in both sets of eyes. Pasts covered in blood. Scarred with wounds that never heal. They know one another and will meet again.
Warm water trickles down her moist body as she steps out of the shower. A towel, running over her bare skin, sweeps the moisture away. Golden tresses fall down her back.
She dons her nightclothes and brushes the tangles out of her long locks and steps out of the bathroom. Steam curls up to the ceiling.
She pauses, lowering the brush from her hair. The window to her room is open. Face blank, she walks over and closes it, causing the cool breeze to die away. She stands still, sapphire blue eyes looking up at the stars as she feels a second presence come up behind her.
This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
A pair of pale arms encircle her, lips connecting with the smooth skin of her neck. She leans into the touch, butterfly eyelashes curling downwards as her eyes close. His warm lips nip at her neck gently.
"Mine?"
"Yours."
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling
She twists around in his embrace, facing him and brining their lips together. The sensation is strange to both of them and they test their boundaries shyly, hands wandering, tongues prodding.
Her fingers trace over the blood red kanji etched onto his forehead. Self inflicted.
"Love." Something neither has ever known.
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
His hands trace along the edge of her shirt, pushing it upwards sensually, exposing the seal around her naval. His thumbs run across the sensitive, accursed area, the very place where her demon is sealed.
Do you have any doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense?
The smallest of whimpers escapes her. Pleading. Needing. Lost. Wanting.
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Her hands work along his sash, untying the heavy gourd of sand from his back and allowing it to fall to the floor. Their kisses are quicker now, harder and heavier, more daring, more demanding.
Still somebody loses 'causes
There's no way to turn around
His hand runs across her smooth skin, reaching down and caressing her plump buttocks. She lifts her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Their lips are still intermingles, almost afraid to let go, lest they become alone again.
Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
He carries her over to her bed, setting her down, the springs of the mattress bouncing her lightly, pushing her breasts into him.
His firm hand pushes her down onto the bed, his form slowly crawling over her. One hand rests on either side of her head and one knee lies on either side of her hips.
Her legs are still wrapped around him. Leaving both trapped.
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love
Fingers entangle themselves in golden and blood red locks
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till you open the door
His fingers work fast now, removing the buttons from her nightshirt, exposing creamy, smooth skin to the night, leaving nothing hidden.
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till I'm up off the floor
Her fingers fumble to undo the buckles of his leather strap. She tosses the accessory to the side. Relieving him of his burden.
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till it's inside my pores
Hands grip tightly. Clothing tears. Cloth is tossed away. Rags. Leaving two naked bodies entwined on the bed.
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till I'm screaming for more
They are two demons seeking solace in one another. Two lost souls who have never known love, giving the very thing they have been neglected. They starve for one another's touch. Needing more than words can describe
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
The outside world no longer matters. All they know is each other and that is all they want.
The curtains of the window are drawn away, exposing their current state of body and mind to any who might happen to pass by at one o'clock in the morning.
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
Their hands roam over each other freely, exploring and curious. Ignorant of lives beyond loneliness and killing.
She puts her arm down, pushing up to get closer to him, but her hand slides away under her weight, knocking over the bedside table.
The vase breaks as it hits the ground, spilling water and flower petals across the floor.
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
He pulls his lips away from hers and grasps her hand, kissing the soon-to-be bruised fingers. Healing them. If only in the mental sense. He returns his attention to her lips.
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around.
He pauses at her entrance, his fingers stroking her whisker-marked cheek as he tries to coax away her fear. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly.
Not fear of him, but fear of the intimacy they are about to share. Her scent tells all. She was stolen once.
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
He makes a deft movement with his hand, warning her. His body moves downward. He silently promises to take away her fear. Make her forget that she was ever taken by anyone but him.
It is a sin, they both know, at such a young age, but they are already considered demons.
Already bound for hell.
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense?
He kisses away salty, crystalline tears. Moans escape. Bodies thrust. Sweat glistens in the waxing, silver moonlight.
You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls, but you're the one
Her fingers drag along his back, fragile and twisted. His gourd lies on the ground, forgotten. He fails to hold back a moan. She pulls him deeper. Eyes dry.
Like a game of pick-up-sticks
Played by fucking lunatics
Her back arches like the kitsune she is, her legs flinging themselves around his waist. She screams in ecstasy as she nears her peak.
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till you open the door
His mouth crashes into hers again, demanding and rough. Her walls close around him. Painfully tight. Painfully hot. She screams his name into the night
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till I'm up off the floor
"GAARA!"
Her name is pulled forcefully from his throat as he spills inside her.
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till it's inside my pores
"NARU!"
Their bodies go limp. His pale form collapses on top of hers. Sweat intermingling. Spent.
And they kiss.
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Till I'm screaming for more
He redresses reluctantly, resenting the thought of being alone again. But it is inevitable.
She lies upon her bed, eyes closed, golden hair sweaty and tangled and wild. Just how he likes it.
Her eyes, pools of infinite blue he can easily lose himself in, flutter open as he lowers his face to hers. She gazes into his jade, black-rimmed orbs before reaching up to kiss him once more. Tenderly. Softly. Their fingers brushing against one another's cheeks.
An unspoken farewell.
Because of their demons, they are now mates, forbidden to be intimate with others. But tomorrow they will be strangers again. The night little more than a distant memory. A loving memory. Their only memory of finding a place where they are not alone. Where they are loved.
He climbs out of her window as she drifts off into sleep, climbing onto her rooftop where he will stay for the rest of the night. This night and this night only. Watching over her.
The next day is that of the Chuunin Exams, which they both attend. Neither gives a sparing glance toward the other. Not even when she receives a cut on the cheek from an instructor. Already memories. Already forgotten.
Maybe someday, when they are older, they will meet again. They will touch again. They will love again. But for now, they remain strangers.