Kimiko: In the words of megamind: "Ollo" lol.
So this is my newest story i got it from a picture on google titled "shades of red." Enjoy i do not own these characters or the picture that inspired me.
He fell unconscious relieved his village was safe from harm. He felt his body lift from the ground as he faded into the darkness. Hours went by as he walked through the darkness of his mind. He couldn't think or feel anything. Shukaku was not even responding. Soon erratic sparks of pain waved through his body. He tried to scream but to no avail. The pain continued and even the darkness was vanishing. Everything was turning white, his breathing slowed and eventually came to an end. Within he felt empty and hollow, as soon he was nothing. His dead body hit the floor.
His eyes shot open and he felt an abnormal amount of cold sweat cover his body. His breathing slowed. Above him a worried pink medic looked down at him and gave him a relieved smile. "Kazekage-sama. Welcome back." She said pressing onto his bare pectoral reassuringly. He sat up with a curt nod. He reached over to take a glass of water from the medic. It was cold and slid down his sore throat in a refreshing manner.
She grabbed a rag from her pouch, and pushing him back down to his bed, tried to ease his strained body from the cold sticky sweat. He watched her unblinking recalling a time she shook in fear at his mere Jinchuriki transformation. The awful memories he had left her with flashed before him. He watched as his memories of her frightened but determined face morphed into the beautiful caring one in front of him. The hand gently cleaning him stopped and she chuckled when she met his gaze.
"Kazekage-sama is-" She was cut off abruptly. "Gaara." He said still eyeing her his face unreadable. She laughed again, quite the relaxing sound to Garra's ears.
"Ok Gaara-san. Is everything ok? Are your dreams the cause of your sleep disturbances? Is there anything you would like at the moment?" She asked routinely.
He only stared at her in silence. "I dreamt of when I died." was his straightforward answer. She stopped writing and eyed him for a moment. She put her board down and gazed at him.
"Does that day still reoccur in your dreams Gaara-san?" She asked wiping his moist forehead again. She eyed the kanji symbol on his head and fingered it for a moment. He stiffened slightly and she pulled away to write again.
"I was intended to be the village's most powerful weapon only to become its biggest fear. I only wish to become it's greatest asset. However i only succeeded in bringing my village more problems. I even failed to protect it, allowing myself, this village's trusted leader, to be kidnapped and killed. I can't help but feel weak." He answered looking out the window by which he slept. The girl's eye brows furrowed. "Ms. Haruno. Have you ever felt so?" He asked, not really expecting her to empathize.
"Gaara-san. Back then, when you infiltrated the village? When you confronted Naruto and Sasuke and all I could do was hide, or be pinned to a tree...what I am today, is all thanks to you Gaara-san. I could do nothing but make Naruto stronger and push Sasuke further into the hands of that evil man. I was so dependent on those other two that when I confronted you i realized I couldn't be that person any longer." She said hiding her face with her bangs. He watched her emotionless.
"I believe everyone is their own shade of red. Sometimes people become a blackened red like blood and there are some such a pure red that they seem almost white. But no matter what everyone is still red no matter the shade. We all seek the transformation into that ideal shade and chase it all our lives. You Gaara-san are a strong deep red and now seek to become a lighter shade with whom other shades will enjoy companionship, in contrast I am that light red or pink that strives to be a strong dependable red. However you should never worry about how dark you were or how light you were, just always focus on the shade you want to be." She said touching his cheek softly.
He looked over at her his eyes calm and thankful. She stood to leave him but he reached an arm out to her. "Haruno-san. Please keep me company? If this request is not too much trouble." He asked watching her facial response. She blushed. The corners of his lips twitched upwards at the sound of her pleasant giggle.
"Of course Kaz-ehh Garra-san." She said. She returned to sitting in the chair beside him and he returned to laying in his bed.
"Gaara-san. You know you are an amazing man." She said. He looked at her only blinking in response. "It's true. I don't know much about you before, But Naruto has told me you suffered a lot like he did. I heard you were misled to thinking the way you did, but you changed yourself, your now this villages pillar of hope." She said touching his hand. "These hands are now doing all they can to do good for their village." She said looking at her own in despair.
"And yours have not?" he questioned. She laughed bitterly.
"They try. But i've far to go if i intend on protecting my village." She said smiling genuinely at him. He turned his head to the window again.
"Those hands...they've done a lot, for your village, for my village, my people...for me. They saved my brother, they've saved me, and now they keep me company during my hardest times." He said. She blushed unable to see his face. He shut his eyes. Sakura lay against the bed from her chair still playing with Gaara's hand. He seemed to enjoy the feeling. Soon both wondered off to sleep.
Three weeks ago the Kazekage of Sunagakure was rescued from the clutches of the Akatsuki only to be found dead. In a sacrificial decision, Chiyo, Suna's eldest healing master used her life to restore Gaara's. He was then returned to his city where his people rejoiced in his safe return with little knowledge of his situation. After the village and the visitors from Konoha had attended the funeral of Gaara's savior, they returned quickly to Konoha to prepare for any possible attack. Gaara was ordered a care taker to reassure the effects of the one tail did his physical body and mental state no harm.
Sakura had grown accustomed to the village, its heat, kind people cool nights. Gaara was very responsive to her treatments and counselling. He was openly blunt and honest about any problems he had and any concerns he had with any of her treatments or advice.
He had grown accustomed to her presence almost comfortable in it. Gaara knew little about human companionship, however he was aware that the comfort he found in the girl's companionship was much unlike any other.
She entered his room unnoticed as he was lost in his thoughts. He presence was hardly a threat in his heart. She sat beside him looking over his physical being then smiling towards him. He turned slowly to face her.
"How are you today Gaara-kun?" She asked smiling widely. He nodded once.
"Haruno-san. There is a slight change today however, I was in high hopes you could explain it." Gaara asked in a low husky voice sitting up in his bed. She nodded still smiling.
"It seems I have a visitor who's presence leaves my mental state in the utmost peace. Their touch on my skin, bare or clothed is calming, and to be apart from them is physically painful. It seems this person is weakening me." Gaara asked looking down then right back into her eyes.
Sakura blushed softly. "Gaara-kun! Do you think perhaps you have developed romantic feelings for this person? Who is this guest?" she pried slowly. He paused.
"I do not know." He said. She knew he only answered the first question meaning he was not comfortable revealing the name.
"If so, Gaara-kun, physical and emotional attraction are by far a weakness, sometimes they are driving forces, sources of happiness and relaxation, and even helpful to reaching your perfect shade." She said smiling. Gaara admired her facial expression. It was a very complicated one.
"Have you?" Gaara asked. Sakura looked at him in question. "Had a person in which you regarded this way?" He said sitting closer to her. She blushed refusing to answer with a saddened smile on her face. His heart skipped a beat as he reached for her face.
He knew little of what he was doing, he had seen it done before in situations similar to this one. He pulled her face to him slightly and let their lips brush for what was only a moment. Sakura's eyes widened and she only stared into the clouded mess of mint color that were his eyes.
"Gaara...?" She whispered out.
"When do you know if they feel the same?" Gaara asked. Sakura only gazed at him. The corners of his mouth curved up again and he released her. Sakura's face lit a bright red. Temari entered the room noisily and Sakura jumped shaking her head to come to her senses. She left the room to allow Temari and Gaara to discuss Kage business.
Outside the room she hugged the notes she took of Gaara to her chest. She could feel her heart beating against the wood of the clipboard. Her face was flushed. Did he know what he was doing? Was he only making an attempt to comfort her? He was far too difficult to read with such an amazing poker face.
She hurried to her room next door to his and stood by the balcony. She'd never felt her heart wavier from Sasuke before. This was an absolute first. Was it because she had gotten to know him? Or because she was so near him so often? Perhaps the feelings would fade when she returned to Konoha? She took a quick bath and got into bed for the day to brush off the thoughts rushing into her head.