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Though I love to hear peoples critique and I can take requests depending on how I feel about them. DO NOT critique me on my grammar or small mistakes I might have made. I know I make mistakes no need to remind me. Also no flaming or reporting. This is a M rated fiction that contains yaoi and shonen ai. So shove your homophobic thoughts up your bigot asses. Much love ~ Star-Mew

Story is written first person between Naruto, Gaara, and Kakashi. Set after the Fourth Shinobi World War. So their ages I'd guess around 18, Kakashi probably 29 or 30. Narugaa and very very slight Kakagaa (its very different and wanted to add something to spice it up. I know.. Its a crack pairing.) No flaming please,

One

(Gaara)

It was a heavenly, quite becoming white glow around me. The earthy musk of tree leaves and the slight hint of ramen filled my nose. I could feel this warmth radiating around my torso and the lower half of my face. I couldn't quite figure out where I was, I was disoriented. Weak as if I had just woken up from my death. I felt my hair being touched softly, like someone was consoling me.

"I got you," I heard a calming voice say. It sounded familiar, yet I couldn't wrap my head around who's voice it was. It sounded excited and dipped after each word, throaty, yet at the same time dulcet. "You're okay, they can't hurt you any more."

I move my head, only slightly due to the pain I was in. It was just enough to see my head was nuzzled in the crease of someone's warm neck. I could make out blonde strands of hair leading from the nape of the neck to the back of the scalp. I could feel a pulse against my lips, slow and steady, very mellifluous. It took time before I realized I was being held by the hypoactive blonde, Uzumaki Naruto. I could feel my heart beat desultory against my chest. I instantly remember the vicious rush of emptiness. The kind of physical emptiness as if a big something was taking out of my body. My breath was stolen from my lungs and my head suddenly felt light. I didn't hear those deep whispers I heard constantly. That use to keep me up every night with fear. I remember the excruciating pain I felt and suddenly bliss.

I don't remember waking up in my comrades arms, but I remember a memory, or more like a desire. The desire to have known him back than when I had no one. I press my face deeper in his neck. The warmth gave me that whole body shiver that seemed to have lingered for the longest time. I could feel my arms as weak as they were wrap as tightly as they could around the top of his shoulders. My eyes shut loosely and I could hear his steady breathing and gentle voice say, "I got you." Than suddenly I could feel myself fall from his embrace crashing through the white glow...

A jolt of surprise arouse me. "A dream.." I reassure myself. "Not a memory.." I shake my hands in the tangled mess that was my hair, as if trying to brush away the dream. The feeling of emptiness was still there, ever since the day I awoke from my death. The long days that it took to extract the Shukaku leading up to my departure and the revival of my life has caused the same dream. I wasn't one to talk about my dreams or how they have put a toll on my sleeping patterns, but I promised myself one more dream like that I'd tell one of my siblings. Which I did have a brief conversation about it with Kankuro. It's been a year or so since that blissful day, waking up to see Naruto's gentle cyan eyes greet me with a 'Welcome back, Gaara.' He was my first friend, he held something special in my heart, and now considering he poured some of his life into me, held something greater. I draw back my sheets, seeing how my pyjamas were slightly damp as well as the sheets under me were too. I had to take a bath. I'd ask the maids to change them when I was finished.

The sun seeped its light through my windows. Dust and sand was visible through the slightly opened curtains. I could hear the rush of wind howl against the Kazekage mansion as if trying its darnest to knock it down. My bare feet scrape against the sandy floors as I creep down the halls. My back ached slightly as each step was a workout. After every night, now that I am able to sleep, waking up is the second hardest thing to do. I made sure to pass through the halls swiftly without getting caught up with anyone. It would be inappropriate for anyone to see me in my pyjamas. As soon as I reach the bathrooms my mind triggers memory and I become fully awake. The first thing I recall from the day before is the reminder of the chunin exams, held in Konoha, were in a few weeks. The Hokage so generously sent the message with a pigeon stating, "Chunin exams this month, kiddo. I will send an escort from our village sometime Saturday." Instantly, I could feel my shoulders roll forward.

"The chunin exams..." I mumble under my breath. I knew taking on the roll as Kazekage there would be requirements. Chunin exams were a must go for me - from time to time - considering it lasts for little over a few months, I was dreading it. I often thought more than a normal person should ever think. I live inside myself and deal with things alone. Such as emotions and things that often bothered me. I was never too keen on expressing myself verbally, but more so with my actions. To be quite honest, a lot of my thinking revolved around my comrade who has fought, cried, and saved me. Not only from myself, but also my life. I remember briefly discussing my thoughts with Kankuro once and I never plan on doing it again. One sentence lead to another and than began the assuming.

"So what you are telling me, Gaara, is that you are infatuated with Uzumaki?" He had asked me a few weeks ago.

"I am not quite sure how I feel," I say, holding my legs rather close to my chest. We sat on the roof of the mansion. Side by side. My breath steady, yet heart pounded as if I were sprinting full force for hours.

"You have been having this dream for a while now.. So, I think, with my best educated guess, is that what he did for you.." He paused for the slightest moment to look at me. His eyes held compassion and the greatest empathy, "made you feel something you haven't felt before... Something deeper than companionship. Do you think?"

I looked down at my open hands and squeeze them tightly. An evanescent pulse of bubbly warmth rushed through my body. I almost gasp with the sudden revelation I underwent. "A-A deeper feeling, perhaps love?" I whisper, breathy and deep.

Kankuro smiles and stares up at the setting sun. "Perhaps.." He says sincerely.

"Love.." I repeat, thrashing back into the present. The warm water deluded my mind with that dream. An uneasy pang of effervescent jolts corrode the insides of my belly. It [my stomach] seemed to react that way when ever I thought of that dream, or rather Naruto in general. I lather my hair with lavender scented soup. Bubbles form atop my head and slide down my back.

"An escort from the leaf..." I mutter. My eyes close as soupy bubbles slip down my forehead.

0o0o0o0o

I walk to my office. My hair somewhat damp, it began to curl naturally as it usually did. I hold onto my chest, squeezing the fabric of my robes. I could hear a slightly lazed voice and I raise my head to see Kakashi Hatake. He was talking with Temari.

"My mission is to escort Gaara to Konoha safely, you can count on me," Kakashi said, his voice steady and calm. His arm pressed at his hip, standing with distastefully bad posture. Temari nodded and than looked toward me as I walked in.

"Took you long enough, the halls were getting misty from your bath," she teased, walking towards me with a fiery expression, I look away with a huff.

I didn't say much at first, instead I nod to Kakashi, who was turned towards me, indicating I was ready. "Kankuro said your things are already in Konoha, so.." Kakashi reassured, trailing off. He held his hand behind the back of his neck, rubbing it. My heart sank slightly, deep down I was wishing it were Naruto, but also slightly relieved it was Kakashi.

"Than lets go.." I say after a whiles pause.

It took the usual three days to get to Konoha. The whole trip was quiet and somewhat tense. I was well looked after, in terms of protection, I couldn't of asked for a better escort. I knew Kankuro was already at Konoha. Perhaps when I got there, I'd feel less tense. We ran atop the trees during the day and found refuge in a woodsy cave at night. Kakashi kept asking if I was doing alright, which I was. I remember my siblings always asking me the same question, waiting on me hand and foot after I was brought back to life. It lasted several months until they realized I was capable of handling things on my own. Considering I was fourth division commander in the Fourth Shinobi World War I'd think after that people would stop worrying about me so much. But than again... If anything were to happen to me (again) it'd be devastating for Suna.

I look towards Kakashi, who discretely placed explosive tags around our cave. To ensure that if someone were to sneak up on us we'd know. "Better to be safe than sorry," Kakashi had told me before setting off. I sat at the mouth of the cave. My gourd was neatly set beside me and the seemingly cold air brushed against my skin, goosebumps spread quickly around my body. I allowed myself to shiver once and wrapped my legs under my Kage robes. I was on guard. I wasn't sure how this night would go, I prepared myself for not sleeping. Unfortunately, I could already feel my eyes grow heavy. Kakashi appeared in front of me, his eyes to the sky.

"Everything seems to be in place. You are free to rest now, Kazekage," Kakashi reassure. He was fast, and usually on his toes. I wouldn't expect anything less from a former anbu member. I sort of looked up to him as if he were my sensei.

I sighed, not keen to start up conversation. The stars seemed to shine as bright as the moon. It was getting colder by the hour and the air seemed a lot more moist than Suna's, thicker even. Kakashi followed my sigh and squatted next to me. He was close enough that I could feel his warmth and my body began to tense up. I was never much for small talk. I could tell that this was just as awkward for Kakashi as it was for me, but I appreciated his heat and took advantage of that. (Considering it was much colder here then what I am use to.)

"Are you sure you are alright?" He asked again after a few minutes of silence. The air split and small droplets of mist fell off my eye lashes. I sat up straight and took in a deep breath.

"Of course," I said coldly, though I didn't sound so sure. I close my eyes. My goal was to stay awake and keep from falling asleep. I couldn't afford to have that dream again and bother Kakashi with my restlessness. It was best if I stood guard alongside him. Kakashi didn't look a day over twenty. From the looks of him, he was well built. His white spiked hair swooped to one side, the lower half of his face covered by that mask. Curiosity struck me, probably as well as others, to what his face looked like as a whole.

"Chunin exams eh?" He continued to try to spark up conversation. "Friendships started then, especially the friendship between you and Naruto. So this should be a good time to reminisce." My heart skipped a beat.

"Naruto.." I repeat. The trees before us gave off a penumbra over our silhouettes. "How is he?"

Kakashi gives off a somewhat soft chuckle, leaning back a bit to stare off into the sky. "Excited, as always. He doesn't know you will be coming by. But I am sure he's run into your brother."

"I see." I was off putting. I didn't keep up with the conversation. Instead I allowed my eyes to rest a bit...

0o0o0o

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to a hand on my chest and a slight whisper, "Gaara, Gaara, wake up." It was Kakashi. His visible eye narrowed and I found myself on the ground shaking. I sat up quickly, my robes were damp and I felt my hand squeezing something tightly. It was warm and I was cold, so I clung tighter.

"It's alright, I got you," Kakashi said sweetly, causing me to go through another relapse of panic attacks, reminding me of my dream. "You got a nice grip."

As he said that I noticed it was Kakashi's wrist that I was squeezing. I let go. My heart beat was far ahead of me and my breath came in vestigial bursts. I blinked and managed to stand myself up. "Take it easy now." Kakashi said. His arms held out for me in case I fell over. I waved my hand to reassure him I was capable of standing up.

"I'm sorry..." I breathed. My eyes still half shut and heavy. Kakashi looked at me, he wasn't convinced all was well.

"Don't be." He still was on his feet. I reassure him once more that I was strong enough to manage myself, and I was. I was Kazekage after all.

(Kakashi)

One minute we are having a slight conversation, the next I hear a thud. I turn to see the young red head curled in on himself. I jump to my feet to check his pulse, he was alive. At least for the most part. "He must have fallen asleep... Or passed out." I eliminated two of the possibilities, that being dead and fainted, when I heard the soft sound of snoring coming out of his mouth. I smile, feeling relieved.

"Phew.." I pan the walls of the wood cave. A petrichor filled the air. I hurriedly wrap the Kazekage in my arms and swiftly carry him deeper in the cave. Away from the outside so he can rest safely. There was a slight glow inside from the moon. It shined bright through any cracks the cave sported. I set him near the middle closest to me. His skin was pale and reflected the moons glow. I knew he was strong. One of the strongest Kazekage Sunagakure ever had. In fact I questioned why he'd even need an escort, but the memory still hung in our heads of the day he almost slipped away. Especially Naruto's reaction. I couldn't refuse the mission, or Naruto's feelings towards one of his close comrades.

My feet pressed in the dirt, I had just enough light to read the newest and last issue of Icha Icha, written just before Master Jiraya's death. I felt a single tear stream from my cheek. I'll miss you old man, thank you for your genius. Exited that I had some leisure, I open the glorious front cover and allowed myself to slip into, well, 'Make-out' Paradise. The lustful atmosphere of the book gave way to my sensual interest, my brain peeked through each word with more excitement then the last. Each page turn, my mind squealed like a little girl. I could hear Naruto and Sakura churn in their beds with uneasy sleep, 'KAKASHI YOU PERV!' Ahh, life seemed to have come full circle, leading up to this very moment.

A sudden sound of whimpering broke the silence. I turn to see Gaara shaking. His hands clench his chest and he was gasping for a breath. I let it go for a second too long, before shutting my book and realizing he was struggling to breathe. I carefully press my hand to his chest, warm and heavy knocks from his heart thrash against his ribs. I try to shake him slightly, hoping waking him was the best option. His eyes were tightly shut and his back arched.

"Gaara, Gaara, wake up," I whisper. I could feel his ribs poking through the robes. Does this kid even eat? I thought profusely. I felt a sudden grip around my wrist. His dark eyes shot open, the aqua orbs that seemed to have shimmered in the moons light were filled with terror. He clung even tighter.

"It's okay, I got you," I was sincere with my words. I promised Hokage and Gaara's sister I'd protect him. His breathing was short and his face was as pale as Sai's. "You got a nice grip." I try to lighten the mood. He releases my wrist and he struggles to stand himself up.

"Take it easy now," I say, holding out my arms just in case.

"I'm sorry..." His legs were shaky as well as his voice. I never seen him like this, someone who's as stiff as a board as Gaara, act so timid and vulnerable. He usually had this demure about him, he acted deadpan.

"Don't be." I reassure him. He waves his hand, his back stiffens and he regains his composure. I look at him, focusing. His eyes slunk, making him look more raccoon like. His skin flushed and he looked mentally drained.

I heard the One Tails caused terrifying nightmares in it's host, resulting in insomnia.. Even though the Shukaku is long since been extracted, he still suffers from the nightmares. The sun was slowly rising, giving the earth a pink and orange glow. I look back from the Kazekage to the book in my hands. I mark it with a slight fold of the corner and shove it in my back pocket.

Looking at Gaara now and thinking back five years ago at the chunin exams, its astonishing how much he has grown and changed. Every time I see him I am blown away by his alteration. And I can't help but credit Naruto for that. Considering I don't see him as much as Naruto or Sakura, of course it'd be breath taking to see someone who use to be over taken by loneliness and hatred, now Kazekage. He is one of the most respected ninja I know.

Gaara's eyes shut and he tilts his head back, his hair falls somewhat behind, revealing the love kanji on his forehead. He was quite lissome and from what I can tell comely, for someone as quiet and reserved as he is. I wouldn't normally say that about another man, especially someone as young as he is.

"Well.. Shall we continue moving forward? We are almost there," I say, breaking the silence and retreating from my thoughts.

Gaara nodded and we sprung from our base.

o0o0o0

We had been running all day. The humid heat was causing us to slow down just a bit and I noticed that the sun was setting. By my calculations we had several hours before we hit the midpoint. We should be there by mid day tomorrow, so I figure we ought to get some rest. I remember passing a spring and waterfall nearby. We could cool off there, I stop and the Kazekage follows suit.

"Lets camp nearby, it's getting dark," I suggest and Gaara nods. Man he's impassive.

He follows me near the spring and we unwind. I copied my last tactic, placing explosive tags several yards around us to ensure people won't intrude. The clearing was surrounded by trees and quite private, so I wasn't too worried. I slump down near a tree and take out my book and a bottle of water I packed. I toss one towards Gaara who was facing the waterfall and as expected the sand caught it in an instant.

"Thanks," he says before opening it and gulping it down. He takes off his gourd and kage robes and sets it near me, assuming he will be sleeping near me again. I wouldn't want him sleeping alone.

The sun pressed it's remaining rays against the earth and a cooling breeze breaks through the clouds, causing the water to ripple. I look towards Gaara, who sported a black capri jumpsuit, a lot like his brothers. Underneath were fishnets long enough to reach his ankles and wrists. I try to maintain concentration on my book, but something else catches my eye. I see Gaara unzipping his jumpsuit. Was he really that indisposed that he'd undress in the open? I try to look away again, giving him a little more privacy. I heard the sound of muffling clothes and without realizing it I was intently watching as the young Kazekage undresses. He was in nothing but his fishnets now. It appeared it was a full fish net shirt and leg "warmers." His black spandex hugged tightly around his rump. Soon he was in nothing but those! I stiffen, keeping the book over the bottom half of my face, only giving myself a peak. Eventually Gaara had taken up more of my attention then Icha Icha. He dipped a toe in, testing the temperature. I sat up straight. His body was lean. Although he was rather thin, he wasn't too thin. He still had muscle tone especial around his legs. He looked to have been gaining and losing weight on and off a lot recently. I could feel my cheeks heat up for him. He acted as if I weren't even there. Gaara fell to his knees and began cupping water into his hand and splashing it in his hair. He pulled back his bangs and repeated the same gesture he did this morning; closing his eyes and looking up towards the sun. Water droplets trickled down his face and neck. I felt my body grow tense.

What am I getting all worked up for? I tried to gear my attention once again to Icha Icha. Time had passed and Gaara hadn't moved from his spot. I look up again and noticed he was meditating. The stars became more visible and we were once again in moonlight. I managed to finish my book. Feeling a bit tired, I could feel my eyes droop. It won't hurt if I rest my eyes for a bit...

o0o0o

SPLASH! My eyes fling open and there is no sight of the Kazekage. I stand up quick and notice the water was unsteady, bubbles were rushing to the surface. There was no time, I rush to the water and dive in. It was unbearably dark underwater and impossible to see. I rush back to the surface. "DAMN!" It was hard to move nimbly in water with my gear. I quickly take of my vest, leaving me only in my morph suit. I dive deep feeling the air bubbles rush around me. My hands reach out and I could feel a warm body beneath me. I quickly wrap my arms around him, he was heavy. It took me a moment to realize he must have been covered in his sand armour. I pull with all of my might and push him to the surface. The sand gave him an earthy colour. His eyes were shut. He was lifeless, just as still as he was a year or so back. I could hear Naruto's cries in my head. "I couldn't save Sasuke... And now I can't save Gaara..." I shake my head, trying to forget. I pull off my headband, pressing my head to hea chest, listening for a heart beat.

No heart beat.

"Gaara! Gaara!" The sand was drying and it slipped off his body, he was out cold. I check for a pulse.

No pulse.

I brush the sand from his face best I could, the sound of my heart was deafening. I had to act quickly if I wanted him to make it. I managed to remain calm and pulled off my mask. I pinch his nose and open up his mouth, breathing into him. After a few pumps of air I pull up and give a few pushes to the chest. When that didn't work I repeated the process. After the third time water finally spewed from his lips and he laid there dead silent. His eyes opened, but they stared off. His lips were purple and his skin gave off a pale peachy blue. I press the palms of my hands to his cheeks, holding his head which was limp, cold... I can feel his jaw tighten. Thank goodness.

"Gaara..?" I say, hoping for a response.

He moved his head slightly, blinking the droplets of water that clung to his lids away. "I'm reckless..." He said, his voice raspy and low. He was unbelievably becoming, his eyes shined and he was completely vulnerable.

"What happened?" I ask with a gentle chuckle.

"I must have fallen asleep.. How can I be called Kazekage if I can't even take care of myself..?" His voice seemed to have cracked a bit, as if he were upset. I never underestimated him, even from the beginning. He was well suited for his duty and I had to remind him that even though he is a kage, he is also still a human.

He remained still and I can see goosebumps were covering his body. The air was freezing and I hand him my vest. He sits himself up and wraps himself in it, it flooded him making him look childish in a way. I look away from him, trying to get us out of this imbroglio. "We are almost to Konoha, you can rest next to me until morning-" I felt a tug on my arm.

"Kakashi..." His voice was dulcet, prickling my skin all over. I look back at him, his mouth was slightly open as if trying to say more but nothing came out. Instead he grabs my hand and presses it to his chest, It was warm and I could tell he was nervous by the way his heart beat. I wasn't quite sure what was on his mind, but I could see the wheels turning. To give to be able to read his mind and hear what he is thinking at this very moment. I never was close with Gaara, but something in me wanted to be. Especially right now.

"Everything's alright.." I pause for the slightest moment to find the words to say. "Close your eyes if you have to.. You can tell me what is on your mind, son."

He held onto my wrist, still pressing my hand to where his heart would be. My palm felt his bare skin, he was trembling. "I feel something that I can't quite explain in words.. I-I never felt this way before.. I.. can't wrap my finger around it," he stuttered. His eloquence faded within minutes and he became flustered. He looked away from me, trying to hide his face which grew pink. "I have been dreaming of another man.. Holding me.. And.. And..." He began to trail off.

"Gaara," I begin but I didn't know exactly how to console him. He let go of my wrist, but I still held my hand there. This must have been a privilege to touch him and see him like this, probably only his siblings were allowed. Which must have taken years for them to earn such a privilege. I take in a deep breath.

"I tried talking to Kankuro, but it was useless..."

"What did he say?"

"The conclusion came down to... 'love'." He pressed his hand to his lower lip, touching it very gently. I take in a gulp of air.

Who could he be in love with? Why would he come to me of all people? He truly was clueless. I can't blame him. He sheltered himself for so long, shielding away anyone who dared to get as close as I am with him right now, physically anyway. But isn't it how it starts? With a simple touch, a brush of skin... Warmth...

Heartbeat..

I was getting ahead of myself again - my heart wrenched forward - his cream coloured skin crawled with goosebumps. His hair, messy and the curls pulled back away from his brow. Things were silent for the longest time. He pulled my vest tighter around his body and sighed. I took my hand back and stood up. He looked down, as if pouting. I walked over to retrieve his robes and wrapped them around his body. He looked up at me with the smallest of smiles.

"Love, huh?" I finally say. I sit back down next to him. It was the warmest place to be at the moment. I am sure he is taking advantage of it too. "You are wise enough to figure it out thus far."

He looked somewhat unsatisfied. He sat up straight, his hands gripped at his robes tightly. So tight even, that his knuckles grew as white as his bones. His eyes open slowly and he dips his head back, soaking the moon's light in his skin.

I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, whether it was the heat of the moment or just the way he carried himself that made me react in this way. One moment we were talking as if he were my own student, and the next my hands were squeezing his shoulders tight. I held him there in front of me. He stiffened, as if thinking of pulling away. He didn't. His eyes flickered, my mask was still off of my face and neck. I felt exposed.

His lips pursed. "K-kakashi-"

"Gaara, I want you to know something," my voice was deep and sincere. "I can't read your mind, and if I could I would be able to give you more answers. I am sure I can. If it is one thing that has changed you so dramatically it is not finding love in yourself, but in others. If love is what is causing you to break right now, than let me read you more than you are allowing me.."

He looked away from me, refusing to speak or even look at me in the eyes. His face blushed and one move lead to another. I decided to mimic the move he made on me (They don't call me the copy-cat ninja for nothing), pressing his hand to my heart this time. His eyes widened. A flash of felicity shined in his aqua orbs.

"P-Please.." He began but I can hear the want in his voice.

I press closer to him. His breath on mine now. "Who is it that you want, Gaara?" He shut his eyes, utterly defenceless.

"Please!" He shouted. "I can't.. Let me go!" I ignore him and quickly take both of his wrist in my hands, pulling them up.

"Come on," I begin, "I am not stupid. If you really felt in danger your sand would have rushed to your aid by now." That shut him up, I could feel his hands ball into fists. His heart was so loud, I could hear it pound against his chest and now mine, for I pressed our bodies together. His face was as pink as Sakura's hair. I had him now, right where I wanted him.

Something stopped me.. As I looked down at his eyes, heavy with plead and lust.

I loosened my grip and his hands fell to my chest. "Warm..." He sort of moaned in a mellifluous tone. It made me want him even more. I knew better. I slump over him, feeling foolish for my actions. He was just a kid. I couldn't take advantage of him like that, especially considering he is the Kazekage. He held so much power over me. Yet... He allowed me to touch him. Me of all people. 'Warm...' That idiot.. I felt a his hands tighten around my clothes and a pull. I obeyed his physical command and there I was, half an inch away from his face.

"Kakashi..." His voice alone was enough to make anyone's knees weak and heart want to hear more. "Help me." I wrapped my arms around the small of his back and pull him in close. I could feel his nose press in the crease of my neck. His lips on my skin. In a muffled voice he says something I wouldn't have ever thought escape his mouth.

"I think I am in love with Uzumaki Naruto."

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