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"A
Never ending Dream"
She watched as Gaara shifted restlessly, in his sleep, murmuring something incoherent. Sakura sighed, lightly tracing his jaw, smiling a little herself, when a small smile brushed his lips. She watched as the moonlight caressed his pale skin, turning to alabaster in the silvery light. She lay down, snuggling into his chest an arm came to wrap protectively around her waist.
I'm
waiting for the night drifting away
On the waves of my dreams to
another day
I'm standing on a hill and beyond the clouds
The
winds blowing still and catching my doubts
I'm hunting on the
night the slave to my dream an illustrated scene descends in the
sleep
We're playing for the fights emotional games
I'm turning
off my eyes and hiding my shame
She knew that they shouldn't be doing this. She knew what people would think. The Kazkage and his lover, or some such thing. It wasn't. She knew it, and he knew it, and that was all that mattered.
It had all started innocently enough, what with her coming to the Sand to help train the next generation of medi-nins, and help some of those injured in recent Akatsuki raids, but when she was invited to stay in the Sand siblings mansion, the nightmares that had plagued her intermittently over the past few months had suddenly got much worse.
She had woken up most nights, and unable to get back to sleep, she had roamed the halls. Until, that is, Gaara had taken pity on her, and offered to watch over her as she slept, promising to wake her up if she was having a nightmare.
She snorted, reaching up to gently brush some hair off of his forehead, her fingers tracing the kanji that had been burned into his flesh.
'Not exactly the most romantic image.' She thought to herself.
She brushed her fingertips back down along his jaw line, and his grip around her waist tightened slightly as they passed over his lips, lingering there, before coming down to rest back on his chest. She sighed again, and snuggled closer, before waves of exhaustion claimed her.
A
never ending dream
a dream of you
I
believe I received a sign of you I'm
waiting for the night
tonight I want to hide my
feelings too
as you do and I want to be with you
drifting
away on the waves of my dreams to another day
I'm standing on a
hill and beyond the clouds
the
wind's blowing still and catching my doubts
Gaara woke as the morning sun brushed his eyelids, gently rousing him from a dream about a certain pink haired kunoichi, who was currently sleeping softly in his arms, her legs tangled with his own. He smiled down at her, lightly kissing her forehead. She smiled a little, also shifting so her light pink hair brushed his neck.
He looked back down at her, a little sadly, this time. She was pale, he noticed, paler than usual, with dark circles under her eyes. She wasn't sleeping nearly enough, he thought, or eating enough either. Something must be wrong.
I'm
watching all the flowers dying away
in heated breath of life at
the dawning day I'm waking up in spring and kissing your face the
sweet in moving thing I feel your embrace
Her deep green eyes opened, and she blinked, trying to clear the sleep from her eyes, with limited success. She started to get up, but turned, when he put a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. "Where are you going?" he asked, brushing some more of her pastel hair off of her face. "Getting up. I have to go check on my patients, and there's so much to do… I really have to go." She replied, looking away distractedly. "Are you ok?" he asked her seriously, taking her face in his hands, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"I'm fine."
She replied, breaking away, and going over to the closet, but not before he saw the tears shining in her deep emerald eyes, threatening to spill out.
A
never ending dream...
