Disclaimer: don't own don't sue
Warnings: slash either gaara\lee or naru\sasu, intented for the later pair
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There was once a child that no one looked at. He was hated and despised by all in his village. Never a kind word, gentle touch and sweet look was bestowed upon the child. It is sad to say that since he was a baby he had been treated this way and because of that he had grown use to such behavior. When a person attempted to get close he ran away from them, it was very wrong in his mind for a person to ever like him. But so that he could live with the behavior of so many he placed on a mask.
The mask of a joker he wore proudly. Laughing and doing dumb and dangerous things so people would like him or at least not glare at him as he passed by. It hurt but with the mask it didn't hurt so much.
Then one day there was another boy who came, one that every one loved. He didn't like this boy because this boy was wrong. This boy lived the same way, no family or loved ones anywhere he looked.
Their lives were lived in a dark locked room where the only light shown on them and no one else. Only ghosts circled in the shadows. That was how they lived by choice or not, it was who they were.
But this new boy he was treated differently. The people loved this boy, adored and treated him so well. They would smile at him and try and hug him close when they thought him sad.
This was so wrong in the hated boys eyes. Why should they be so alike and treated so differently? So because he hated people's actions and knew hatred was wrong he instead chooses to dislike this boy.
He dislikes the black hair and pale snow skin. The dark eyes filled with shadows and dislike for the world they live in. But whenever this boy was alone and he saw him, his heart hurt just a little.
It was like being torn away from that person you loved because people didn't think it right. He didn't like when tears brimmed this boys eyes or his face became red in anger or shame.
The one-day he figured something out and it changed his mind on this boy he disliked so much. He realized his heart hurt because he cared for that person and it hurts to seem them hurt. That knowledge scared him very much knowing his heart hurt because of someone and not because of a direct attack. It hurt so much. He decided he'd hide what he felt because it was scary.
To a child many things are scary.
One day many years later after fights, life and death, tears and some kisses he realized it wasn't so scary. It wasn't scary at all because even if his heart hurt at least it proved to him if no one else that being liked was possible.
In his mind touch wasn't bad any more it was good and nice. Telling how he felt was ok now. Pleasure was pleasure not pain; pain was pain and not just desert. The world came into focus and he was happy.
He knew, understood and accepted that being loved was ok.
Even if the kisses at first felt wrong now they were gifts. The touches were nicer and they didn't mean pain. He was ok and this boy had made him ok.
In the night he'd stare at the boy. The boy now mans pale skin and dark hair. Dark eyes sometimes red closed peacefully. This boy had made him ok.
He hugs the boy close and says never ending 'thank you's' and 'I love you's'.
End