I wrote this a long time ago. I thought that it wasn't too bad, and I might as well post it.
He is finally seeing him. He is finally seeing Naruto, the light in the darkness, the voice that guides others through the perils they can't face. He is finally seeing that man…
That man.
Not immortal.
Not divine.
He is staring at the ground, the person whose life has been made into such a legend. He isn't even dead yet. He's not a day over sixteen, yet Gaara had placed him on a pedestal no one could touch. Not his subordinates. Not his siblings. Not even the other Kages.
This entire time he had been thinking that some god had come down and touched him with fingertips that rekindled life. This god, in front of him, cried silent tears that should not visible on such a face.
And Gaara knows. He has to be the strong one this time, because no one can pretend to be divine forever. Even if they try with all they have.