Hey folks! This is a dedication to MusicAgainstTheHeart. I wrote this fic to cheer her up. I asked her what she would do if Gaara came to her house, but her responses were similar to those of a rabid fan girl, so I had to write the story from scratch. Tell me if you like it, Music! OH, and by the way, any situations in this story are in no way, shape, or form true. This is completely made up by me. I just used her as a character. I do not own her or Naruto. Or Gaara. Or Batman. Or Cartoon Network. Or anything else I may mention in this fic. OK Let's get this road on the show! OH! There may be some slight spoilers for those who have not seen Shippuuden, but nothing much.

Music was sitting in her bedroom, crying softly to herself. She felt so alone. She was 18 now, so she was living on her own. Her boyfriend had just left her for another girl, and that was the reason she was crying. It was Saturday night, and all of her friends were out with their boyfriends or girlfriends, so she had nobody to talk to.

Sniffling, she went to her television. She turned it on and turned it to her favorite channel, Cartoon Network. She flipped open the TV Guide to see what episode of her most favorite show would be on tonight, Naruto.

It would not be on tonight. She flung the remote at the TV, causing the back to pop off and the batteries to fly out. Today was not her day. She cursed the creator of Batman for the movie that took the place of her favorite anime, the only thing that could keep her mind off of her sour mood. Grumbling in defeat, she went to the next best thing, her Naruto mangas. She opened to the pages with her utmost favorite character, Gaara. This was one of the Shippuuden mangas, where Gaara was Kazekage and older than before. Laying down across her bed, she opened to one of the heavily dog-eared pages.

Music stared longingly at the boy on the page. He would never say the mean things that her boyfriend had said.Then again, she thought to herself, Gaara probably wouldn't say anything at all. True, Gaara's social skills were a bit….lacking….but that's why she liked him. He was different, handsome, and a social outcast. She could relate, herself also bad at many social situations. Gaara's story had always tugged at a sting in her heart, that is why she always liked him the most.

The sadness of Gaara's childhood and thinking about what her boyfriend had said to her before going off with that other girl brought on another wave of tears. They fell down her cheeks and splashed onto Gaara's picture. She laid her head down face first into a pillow and sobbed to herself.

"I wish I had somebody to talk to," She said to herself between sniffles.

Suddenly, the television flashed right as she looked up to wipe her eyes, blinding her. She could hear the sound of breaking glass, and a distinctly male grunt. Whatever it was hit her bed, and something hard collided with her head, not helping her temporary blindness. She rubbed the sore spot where the object had hit her, and was surprised to feel granules of sand in her hair.

"Where am I? Who are you? Are you alright?" The voice asked her, and she felt arms grab her and stand her on her feet. Something about the voice was eerily familiar.

The blindness was fading, and Music rubbed her eyes to rid herself of the last of it. When she reopened her eyes, she found herself staring into the most beautiful blue-green eyes she had ever seen, framed with dark lines. She glanced upwards, and saw a kanji tattooed onto his forehead meaning "love", half hidden beneath a mop of wild red hair.

"I--eep!" And with that, she fainted right onto this mysterious boy who had landed in her bedroom.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

Music awoke slowly.

"Wow. That was one odd dream." she said to herself.

"You're awake." said a voice near her.

"AHHHHHHH!" Her eyes bolted open and she stared at the boy in front of her.

"Will you stop that before I kill you." he said coldly.

She stopped and just stared, getting up off of the bed. He must have put her there when she fainted. He was sitting in a wicker chair against one wall.

"G-Gaara? As in Subaku no Gaara? Gaara of the Sand? Kazekage!?" Music almost hyperventilated.

"Yes. Would you mind telling me where I am? I take it I am no where near Suna or Konoha."

He was staring with those beautiful, but hard, eyes.

"You aren't at all. This is America, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to be exact. You're in Philly, Gaara. How did you get here?" she told him, still not sure if she was awake.

He pointed to her television, which was currently blown out, glass all over the floor. Some sand was mixed in. Music gasped; she liked that TV. Oh well.

"I don't know. I was sitting on the roof of the Kazekage tower with my gourd, next thing I know I'm thrown through glass and I'm here. Did you use some sort of transportation jutsu?"

"Jut…su?" NO way, she thought. He can use jutsu too!

"Can you use jutsu here? Like with your sand?" She asked him eagerly.

He growled, getting annoyed. He lifted his hand, and the cork popped out of his gourd. Sand came pouring out, and wrapped itself around her, lifting her in the air.

"Happy now? If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll crush you."

"I-I don't know!!"

"Very well." He closed his fist slowly, and she found it harder to breathe. "Sand--"

Music remembered what happened right before Gaara came blasting through her bedroom.

"WAIT!" she shouted with her last breath.

The pressure stopped, and was lessened.

"Did you figure it out?"

"Maybe. Please put me down and I'll tell you."

He put her down and she explained about her whole day and the manga and her wish and then how he appeared.

"…And I have no idea how to get you back."

"Well that is a problem. Well, while I'm here we might as well find something to do."

Music stared at him for a minute, than asked, "Did you have anything in mi--"

She was cut off by a loud grumbling. She saw a blush tint Gaara's cheeks.

"Well, Gaara, I think I know what we need to do first."

Gaara quickly regained his composure and followed Music to the kitchen. He let her seat him at the table and watched her busy herself in the kitchen, rummaging for something to eat.

"You probably like rice, don't you? I'm not sure If you'd like American foods. Wait, I do have something that I've read you liked."

"Read? Where did you read about me at? Other than that manga?"

Gaara was still having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that he was an anime character dropped into the real world.

"Internet. Ahh, yes. Here we go. I hope you like chocolate chip!"

"Chocolate….Chip? Cookies? COOKIES!" Gaara was ecstatic. Cookies were his favorite, and ever since he became Kazekage they haven't let him eat any.

Music brought a huge plate of cookies and some takeout rice she happened to have left over from the night before. She brought out chopsticks from the drawer (she likes to eat noodles and rice with them, instead of using a fork).

They shared the cookies, and Gaara ate. He seemed happier after that.

"I knew it." Music said out of nowhere.

"Knew what?" Gaara asked her, raising a nonexistent eyebrow.

"Men are crabby when they are hungry. You've been mean to me all up until I fed you."

"Hn."

"Grump."

"Don't start."

"Why don't I show you around? If you are gonna live here it would be nice if you knew where the bathroom was."

"Good point. Let's go."

She stood up and waited for him to get up. As he did, she took a note of his appearance. He looked even better in real life. Fiery red hair, sea-green eyes, "love" tattoo, probably about 5'10", about 17 years old, maroon jacket, large sand-filled gourd. He certainly was a looker.

Music showed him around her house, stopping in every room.

"You're free to go in any room, just be sure to knock if you don't know where I am, 'kay?"

"Sure."

"This is my bedroom, as you have seen. Sorry but it's the only bed. You'll have to sleep on the couch, unless you want the bed?

Gaara eyed the pink comforter longingly, before sighing.

"Music, you seem to forget that I don't sleep."

"Oh yeah…..well then, you can use my computer while I sleep. Just keep the volume down."

The computer was in her bedroom. The thought of a teenage boy in her bedroom all night while she slept kind of scared her, especially when that boy had no qualms about killing. Then again, she did feed him and shelter him, so she might be safe.

"It's getting late, Gaara. I need to go to bed. Help yourself to the house, and try not to break anything with that gourd." She added the last part when said gourd hit a lamp and knocked it off the table, only to be caught with Gaara's super ninja reflexes. He sheepishly put the lamp back where it was and took his gourd off, setting it on the floor near the computer desk.

"If you could step out for a moment, I need to change into my pajamas. Thank you."

Gaara just nodded and left, closing the door behind him and leaning against the frame, surveying the house. Oh well, might as well make the best of it.

Music changed into her knee-length night gown and told him it was safe after she safely got under the covers.

He came back in, said goodnight, and went onto the computer to explore this "internet."

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

It was getting late, it was about 2 am now, and Gaara was enjoying himself on this strange machine.

"Gaara…" He heard from behind him.

"Huh? Music?" He turned and looked to see her sleeping.

"Gaara….don't leave me…." She was dreaming. She had asked him not to leave. Hearing those words, he felt something inside of him that he had never felt before. What was it?

He spent the rest of the night watching her sleep.

Hey! This was originally a oneshot, but it turns out that there is too much to this story. it may be a two- or three- shot. Review please!