From the Author: Hello! Welcome back to my fanfics. I'm not going to go "Oh please, be nice this is my first one." It's actually, like, my fourth. So, thank you for reading this one.
Pairing: Gaara and Naruto
Warning: IF this goes the way I hope, there will be shonen ai and bulimia. OOCish
It hurts. When it starts, it hurts. After doing it for a while, you get used to it. Your stomach clenches and the acid claws up your throat. I smile at them and excuse myself. It's not that I have a body image (is it?), I just get the urge (that it, right?). But today I'm just not hungry. My head feels like it's spinning; the floor (or maybe it's the ceiling) won't stay still. I put my hand on the wall, trying to balance myself once more.
"You okay, Naruto?" Gaara's caring hand rests on my shoulder. In his aquamarine eyes, concern glitters. I grin at him.
"I tripped!" I give them that goofy laugh, but it sounds so hollow. Most them buy it, but the concern doesn't leave his eyes. "Don't worry, Gaara! I'll watch my feet now!" I take off running and laughing. He shouldn't be so concerned about nothing. I'm fine (I think). Never once do I look back to see if they're laugh at me and making bad jokes about me. I know that they are. Would he chase after me, or has his concern vanished? I don't stop running until I'm home. My legs collapse under me and warm, salty tears rip themselves out of me. On trembling legs, I walk over to the mirror. It's nothing special, floor length, though.
Look at you. A voice not unlike my own whispers. Where did all this baby fat come from? You know what to do to get rid of it, right? I shake my head to the voice and find my body working on its own. Well then I'll have to show you. It hurts. When it starts, it hurts. After doing it for a while, you get used to it. Your stomach clenches and the acid claws up your throat. Then, it's over. My head rests gently against the wall after I drag myself over to it. It's cold and sends chills down my spine. Gaara's worried eyes force themselves into the front of my memories. It tastes worse than the acid that I dragged up a moment ago. Who knew memories had taste? My mind flies to Haku. He was so dedicated to a single person. A sense of coldness floods over me and grabs my heart tightly. The door slams open and feet come toward me. I'm so tired. Too tired too look up. Far too tired to care.
Gaara's Point of View
My hands tremble as I try not to yell at Sakura. His pulse...it's slow and fading. Hurry, Sakura, hurry. What happened? Sakura lifts up his shirt to see if he was stabbed or something. Ribs. Every last of of them. All 24 of his ribs jut out of him. The skin on his body, now, seems to be clinging on to him. How did none of us notice? I bet we were just denying it all. His pulse slows even more and Sakura looks up at me.
"I don't think we can save him." Her eyes fill with tears.
"Well, don't give up now! Keep trying!" I snap at her. Why tell me that? Why not wait until you know he's dead before telling me this? I walk out of the hospital. The blue in the sky seems dimmed. Naruto. Happy, beautiful Naruto. The only one who could break through to me. Naruto, the only one who made my heart race when I thought about seeing them. I close my eyes realizing that I was crying. His scent filled up my nose. Honey, roses, cotton candy. I laugh to myself. He always seemed so put together even when he was doing something so stupid. My arms itched to be wrapped around him. Even if he was bone thin or if he was healthy and muscular, I don't care. My heart feels like it's being torn up and all I really want to do is curl up and sob. Sakura walks out of the hospital. The small smile on her face explains the news she has. He's not okay, but he'll survive. Suddenly, my heart falls right into place and I feel so full of bubbles. I ask if I can see him. She nods. The patter of my running feet on the tile is all that can be heard. I fling open the door to see him sleeping. An IV drips fluid into his bone thin body. He's so ugly, and yet he looks so beautiful. His hair doesn't have a healthy shine to it. I sit by him.
"Hey, Naru. You scared us all. I know you won't respond. You're resting." I chuckle a little. "I just wanted to talk to you, though. I really want you to open up those eyes of yours. I love them. They're so bright, so blue. I..."I gulp." I love you, Naru." I stand up and get to the door before I hear a sleepy, "I love you too, Gaara." With a small smile on my face, I slip out of the room.
More from the Author: Thank you for reading. Now, pretty please review. Sorry if it's not that good. There were LOUD, ANNOYING sounds going on while I was trying to write and I was worried about my dog freaking out.