Authors Note: I should really update...Anyway, here's this lil drabble I wrote yesterday. Happy New Years guys.
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Naruto's POV
Bare.
White walls void of any homely decoration.
Basic.
Gaara's room was basic. Minimalistic if you would.
The small living quarters only held facility issued material as did mine, but it was strange. Gaara's family was still alive while my parents were gone. He had the option to receive gifts from his siblings to express himself in his room. I never had that option, and I was jealous of him, but it was like him to be this way. Be a zombie almost; An unapproachable demon.
But that aside, I was able to see the place where he laid his head every night. Gaara never slept, instead he just day dreamed all night until it was time for our morning routine. I could imagine him laying down, arms folded behind his head simply staring at the plain ceiling until Yuuzo or Runa came knocking on his door with his meds.
I stood awkwardly near the door, my palms sweating and fingers twiddling with the soft fabric of my sweatpants. My face was hot and I dared not look at Gaara who just stood next to me,firmly, staring at nothing.
A few moments passed, and he took my hand guiding me to his bed. His grip was strong. Tight, securing, grounding. I felt warm...
Both of our movements were mechanical, sitting down on his bed only inches apart in the exact same manner. The bed sunk under our weight and out of nervousness I glanced around fervently.
I was fat, so I made the bed sink. If I'm fat, then I'm ugly. Gaara won't love me if I'm ugly.
My feet barely touched the birch flooring and I stared at them, disgusted, my inner self constantly poking at flaws. I tore my eyes away, glancing again at the white walls, before looking at the bedding under me.
White sheets under a thin beige comforter.
I looked where the sheets did a over fold above the comforter, across Gaara's lap. I quickly peaked at his face, the usual blank expression still being held, and he was staring into space. His head was hung low almost, his vision being directed into an empty corner of the wall.
I immediately looked straight ahead at the wall in front of me. I didn't want him to notice me staring, but I think he did. He squeezed my hand tighter and in response, my face grew hotter.
My eyes darted to the small rectangular window on my left. No curtains, no blinds.
From my position, I could see the great oak from the outside center. The sunlight gently shined on it as the wind played with the leaves.
It was quiet outside, which was strange because even a few patients were a bit loud.
...
I continued to stare until the realization hit me.
Lunch.
It was time for lunch and then after was therapy.
Gaara and I needed to go before we were late. If we were late, it would cause suspicion and if we got caught, we'd be in so much trouble. We weren't allowed to be in other's rooms.
"Ga-Gaara!"
My voice came out in a hesitant high whisper that made Gaara turn and glare at me.
I shrunk back, turning away, and Gaara released my hand, throwing it on the bed before getting up to leave. I shot up right after him, but he was already at the door, leaving me in his room, alone.