A Nightmare Come True
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I wouldn't even know what to do with it.
Summary: Gaara and Lee have nightmares about each other and are willing to do whatever it takes to stop them from happening, which could be more than they think. GaaLee. Re-up.
Other Pairings: Some random het pairings in later chapters.
Post Shuppuden-era, which means SPOILERS!
A/N: It's a re-upload, and I'm xoxoxlovestinksxoxox. -bored with writing this in all Author Notes- So if you don't believe me, feel free to look on xoxoxlovestinksxoxox. Do you see any yaoi? Nope. That's because this account is for my BL. I got too many watchers that don't like it. (Watchers…you can tell I'm addicted to devART.)
Chapter One: Nightmares
Gaara wandered along the dark hallway, his sand slithering along beside him. Since Shukaku's removal, he usually had to make a conscious effort to control the sand. But now, he wouldn't have even known it was there if it wasn't for the constant tell-tale hissing of the rough grains against the stone floor.
Eventually, the Kazekage came to a room. Was it his office? It looked like it, except everything was coated in a slick black liquid. His desk, his chair…
Who was sitting in his chair?
He looked slightly older than Gaara, with large eyes, bushy eyebrows, and hair like someone had upturned a bowl over it and used it as a guide for cutting. The whole left side of his face was covered in a dark web. It looked like he had been badly burned, but it could also pass for some strange disease.
Gaara clenched his fist when he finally recognized the boy as Rock Lee. He couldn't stand to see Lee like this. Who had done such a thing to the taijitsu master's face? Emotions welled up inside him, but mostly anger. Why? Why Lee?!
"I love you, Gaara," Lee said quietly.
Gaara released his fist in shock, dropping a small object he didn't realize he had been carrying. A fire sparked up at his feet, fed by the oil covering the room. Rock Lee went up in flames. The Kazekage frantically called out the Konoha Jonin's name, willing the sand to put out the blaze.
He couldn't find the sand.
Breath caught in his throat, and he became gradually aware of the sensation of choking on it.
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Lee stared in alarm as the kunai rested against Gaara's throat. He waited for the sand to stop it, but it never did. He tried to strike a fighting pose, hoping to take on the invisible enemy that had somehow gotten past the Kazekage's sand barrier. His entire body was numb, which Lee was sure was preventing him from doing anything. The attempt only resulted in a trickle of blood from the former Jinchuuriki's neck.
"Lee," Gaara rasped, the sadness in his eyes piercing Lee's heart, "I…love…you…"
The words greatly surprised the taijitsu master, but they gave him a new strength. He struggled to push forward and save the redhead, but the action sent the blade into Gaara's throat. He went limp.
Lee realized with a jolt of horror that the kunai was in his own hand. He crouched beside the sand-nin, able to move once again. The taijitsu master tried to stop the bleeding with whatever he had, but he certainly wasn't a medic ninja. It was too late.
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Two shinobi, though many miles apart, woke up in a cold sweat at the exact same moment. This was the sixth time this week they'd each had their respective nightmares.
They both made a silent vow to avoid one another at any cost. They hadn't socialized very much in a while anyway, and the fact that they lived in two far away villages should help them along. After all, if you have a dream too many times…
Well, it just might come true.
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A/N: Just to clarify, they aren't even sure of their own feelings yet, let alone being together at the moment.