A/N: I tried to write another thing BESIDES Yu-Gi-Oh, so Naruto immediately came up. I hope you like! I do not own Naruto in any way possible, though I wish I did...

He sat there, swinging, swinging, small fingers clutching at the gentle ropes holding the plank of wood up beneath him. His heavy eyes would drift half shut as he pursed his lower lip upwards and then parted them to heave out a small sigh. His sandles would touch the cursed substance beneath his feet as eyes would soften. He bent down so that fingers could grope the sand. He took up a handful then released it into the wind.

He turned around, gazing at the wall where he had seemingly once helped children his age. His small fingers would tug at the muffler around him and he'd lower his eyes to the ground. Nobody...nobody wanted him... Nobody would spare him a moment...a glance...nothing... Only one person seemed to actually care for him...Yashamaru.

He would go home now. Back to his only friend. Slowly, the little boy would move step by step, wavering far from the wall. His scarlet hair would catch sand as it was carried in the wind, but he paid no heed. Suddenly, eyes grew to the sounds of life coming about. He turned his head and saw a young girl...no...two young girls. He quickly ran behind a nearing tree, hidding behind it and watched the girl who would stray off to the wall where he could recall, children playing before. Eyes could see the other girl, on the swing but watching the other intently. The one on the swing didn't seem any older then her companion.

Eyes kept to the bouncing ball, watching as it was thrown against the wall higher and higher. He looked back at the girl and his pale cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink.

'...She...She looks nice...' He thought to himself, fingers curled against his palm as she watched the girl with his cold blue eyes. He watched as her hair flew everytime she took the time to pull her arms up and catch the ball then throw it down hard again, the way her white robes would move along with her, and in her hair...there was a flower holding her hair in place.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped from his small trance to see her ball was stuck upon the wall like the others. Immediately, hand raised, as if wanting to help but...hand fell to his side as he would recall the previous time. But he saw her face, the way it scrunched up since she wasn't able to reach it. She turned around, looking to her companion as if about to leave.

'Wait...! No...! She'll leave if I don't do something...!' He raised his small hands towards the ball, silently pleading for the ball to come to him. To his relief, it did. It slowly began to lift, sand surrounding the rubber material and floating towards him slowly. When finally, it rested between his palms, he looked towards the girl only to find her looking straight at him!

He furrowed nonexistent eyebrows and took one step back, but she took one step forward. He lowered the ball to the ground and rolled it over towards her. It bumped her feet but she paid no heed to it. Her crystal blue eyes met his ice blue ones in a silent greeting as she'd smile. He seemed pretty nervous but stood his ground.

She immediately disregareded the ball then ran towards him with light footsteps, so silent that not even the crushing sand would make a sound under her light form. She stopped in front of him, making his cheeks turn the lightest of pink. A light, cheery laugh from her and she'd raise her hands from hidden robes, fingers seeing to be wrapped in bandages. She only smiled at him, and didn't seem to fret about him one bit. But he hadn't seen her before...maybe that was it. Since she was new?

"...I...I..." He fell silent, eyes adverting away from hers, keeping to himself as hands held to his sides, fingers clentched into tiny fists.

"I'm Mia." She suddenly spoke up, fingers reaching for him very slowly. "Thank you...for returning my ball." She would continue, brushing away her blue locks from her face. Her fingers made contact with his fist and he relaxed slightly, hand opening up so that she could grasp it gently.

"...I-I'm G-Gaara...and...you're welcome..." He looked at her and then, smiled for what seemed like the first time of his life. She only returned the favor with another smile.

This moment, Gaara felt whole. He wanted it to last, but all good things...perfect things...must come to an end...

"Mia!" Both toddler's heads flung over their shoulders only to see the companion Gaara had spotted with Mia a while back, only to find a teenager running towards them as well.

Gaara looked towards Mia as she only seemed to stand there, troubled look on her face. She turned to him and smiled but was suddenly snatched up by the teen. Mia kicked about and shook her head furiously while Gaara only watched with wide-eyes. The blonde teen flung Mia over his shoulder then turned slowly and then began to shout angrily. "I told you not to go near anyone!" The teen took one look over his shoulder and glared at Gaara, making the young one flinch. "...Especially him! Don't ever go near that demon again!"

"But Myne!" Mia cried out, her eyes looking towards Gaara with tears as she shook her head, the flower falling out of her hair as the other female would walk close by. She seemed to be the one who had fetched the male. "You're my big brother, not my father! You can't tell me to do whatever you want! He's my friend!"

Friend...friend! Gaara was about to become enraged, the sound of being called friend and the realization of having his first friend taken from him! But...he paused and the swirling sands around him fell. He would risk hurting his first friend...no...he wouldn't risk it.

So in complete and utter horror, he watched his friend...his friend being torn away from him! It felt like his world was shattering. His heavy eyes looked towards Mia's companion, the green haired one. She simply scowled with folded arms over her chest coming undone into small fists balled up in front of her,glaring at Gaara. "I swear, if you touch Mia again, I'll make sure you're through!" She spoke up in a childish voice, almost completely similar to that of the blue haired girl he was just with.

But...was that...a threat? Her? Kill him? No way. "Please stay with me..." Gaara's voice came soft as he looked down, ebarassed about what he had just said. But he wanted company. Even if it was at a risk...

Although, the girl only scoffed then began to laugh out, arms crossed again. "No chance! You're a freak anyway!" The girl would hold a devious smirk, even at her age...it was something that could send chills up your spine. it was hard to believe that not too long ago...he had seen a compassionate look upon her features when she was alone with Mia. "Besides...you're probably bad karma..." She began to turn around, devilish little smirk still upon the six-year old's lips.

This event...it was just like the others all over again! It sent Gaara into a whirling pool of lonliness, shock, pain. He didn't want to be alone. No. Not again! Sand began to rage all around him, threatining to grab at the girl's right foot. "No...stop...I...I...I don't want to be alone...! Not anymore...!" The rather upset 6-year old cried out, falling to his knees, holding his head in sheer agony as the sand only whirlled around the girl's feet, hauling her to the ground and towards him.

He was able to wrench a cry of shock...and pain from sudden pressure to the girl's fragile heels. She screamed, and screamed for help, calling out the teenager's name then crying out for Mia as the sand began to swallow her lower half. She began to sink into the ground, desprately clutching for life, but all she felt was sand...sand slowly swallowing her into the depths of pain, drawing her into the jaws of death.

Her face was almost completely covered as she continued to wail out as loud as she could, but having air escaping her lungs faster then her heart could beat, she could only stare out in shock as tears strolled down her cheeks from those emerald eyes. The tan sand soon began to cover all but the right side of her face, exposing bits of milky white flesh and her mouth. With last breath and as much effort as possible, she wailed out, calling for help one last time.

This whole time, Gaara hadn't noticed a thing. Completely wrapped up in his own desires, he had never noticed the sand slowly turning red beneath him. The sand was part of him, so he would take her blood and let the sand take it. He wouldn't be alone...but he had no idea at the time what was going on.

Before all hope seemed lost, a figure jumped out of nowhere and grasped Gaara firmly, bringing the boy into strong arms and sand began to release pressure on the poor girl. "Gaara! Gaara! Please snap out of it! Look what you've done!" The man would exclaim, pointing out the girl covered in sand.

The man quickly pulled her small frame out of the cursed substances, her loose robes tainted in blood and her hardly breathing as her long green hair had sand caught in it. Gaara would just look in shock, tears welling up in his eyes as he continued to cry. "Ya-Yashamaru! I'm sorry!" Scarlet haired kid would cry.

"It's alright... Go home ahead, I'll catch up after I've taken her back to wherever she lives alright Gaara?" The blonde would smile, seeing the other nod to his request. "Good. Now, run along." The kid nodded once more, catching sight of the small flower clip that Mia had worn. Picking it up, he took it along as he'd walk.

Gaara would part with Yashamaru for that small period of time, walking home and receiving looks of disgust no matter where he went. The only real piece of comfort he had was probably the white flower clip.

Brushing fingers against the fake fabrics of the flower that was supposedly supposed to be the petals, he stared in wonder as he held it up close. It looked like a white lily. It was pure white. Beautiful. It was just magnificant since he had a chance for a closer view of it. But this was the only thing he had to remember Mia by. The only person who's really named him...'friend'.

Everytime he thought about that moment, his heart began to throb with mighty intensity. He clutched his chest as he continued his walk, right hand on chest while left holding the clip. He knew what this ment. He'd want...no...need to see her again. Mia. His eyes had closed half way as he came face to face with his door, eyes still on the clip. "...I...I need to find her... This clip...it's so beautiful... She must want it back..." He'd speak out softly, fingers holding the delicate accessory as cheeks had flared.

'This feeling... What is it? What could it possibly be...? I want to know...why do I feel this way...? And...why do I like it so much...why don't I want it to go away...? ...It's so annoying...' Gaara's train of thought was broken as he turned his head as a hand was now pushed up against the door, holding it open for him. He looked only to see Yashamaru, smile on his face like always.

That night, he spoke to Yashamaru about his problems and he only gave a simple reply to all those feelings he had, why he found the clip also precious even if it probably was nothing. Why his heart would throub and his face would change color and suddenly get warm everytime he thought about her and when he had faced...her. Yashamaru told him...it was just a crush. A crush? What is a crush? Is it painful? No...it couldn't be. Gaara liked it too much for it to hurt. He wanted...he wanted to somehow make this feeling grow.

He wanted to make this feeling somehow, get bigger. His pains, lonliness, fear...it all started to leave him when he thought of her...Mia. Why her? Why her of all people? It's not like he wanted this to happen! But she was just so diffrent...diffrent...like him. They were the same while not the same at all. Maybe that was it. Or could it be? But...Gaara knew only one thing...she could probably be the medicine for 'the wound in his heart'. She was his medicine. Maybe...maybe she could provide him with something he's been lacking all these years? Something he's been yearnign to receive and to be able to satisfy himself with... Something he's always wanted...but not even his father...or siblings could offer...that they never even tried to offer or to give...

Maybe...just maybe...she could give him...love?

A/N: Anyways...I don't know what happened really. If this story doesn't get many reviews, I'll probably take it down in the end, but if it gets more reviews, I'm likely to continue it. And if it's finished or I manage to finish it, maybe I'll make a sequal to when they're older? I don't know. Maybe I'm ahead of myself. Anyways, for now, please R&R! Remember, I don't own Naruto but I do own my characters. Thank you for reading all!