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::Prologue::
The sight that beholds the Fifth Kazekage made him take a small step back, and for a moment it seemed like time had stopped and all he could see was just her, this beautiful woman who looked like she just walked out of one of those old wives' tales that he had often hear being told by the old women in the village to their young grandchildren. Everyone and everything else in the background faded until it was only just the two of them, standing face to face in the giant hall. He could faintly hear the sound of his own heart beating like drums; hear his breath catch in his throat; feel the little butterflies in his stomach. It made him feel slightly sick, so nervous, but at the same time if he dared, excited.
This feeling was something he had never experienced before. It was something he'd never dared to dream of, had wished deep down that it was something he could maybe one day have. It was only something he had heard from the telltales of his siblings and Naruto when they tried to explain to him how it feels like when you're in love. Gaara is not sure if he is in love, but he thinks that maybe this is something close to it, that maybe this is as close as he'll ever get to feeling something like this. And he tries to store the memory of this feeling, deep into the recesses of his mind so to not forget it as he does not think he will be lucky enough to experience it again.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little prologue, please read and review, I would really appreciate it!
