I Didn't Mean to Fall For You

I've never loved someone before, as unnatural that may seem to most. Never had anyone captured my interest quite like he had and before I knew it, mere interest in his skills had eventual turned into a twisted obsession. A dangerous obsession. No matter whose blood I caused to spill, I was well aware that only he could satisfy my demented lust. Few would be able to comprehend my desire the fight the wonderfully arrogant and cocky, yet oh-so-alluring genin. Indeed, if I had anything going for me at the time, it must have been decent taste, to have chosen such a delectable specimen to direct my passionate rage toward.

My lack of experience in the area could perhaps explain why it had taken quite a while to realize that my fixation had molded into a much more puzzling ad, dare I say it, sincere feeling. I suppose Naruto's words to me after I fought him helped some, or at least had changed my devious intentions. Tamari was the one most credible for my realization, though, since she had figured it out before myself. Needless to say, even I had found it mildly awkward when I came to my older sister with a description of my troubling emotions. There's no doubt in my mind that despite my prior apology, she had still been wary at the thought of openly stating her opinion around me. The concept of making me impatient must have won over her fear of simply not speaking, however, because after a while, she did indeed reply.

"Sounds a lot like love, Gaara."

Temari had probably been curious as to just who I was feeling this 'love' for, but I conveniently neglected to inform her. The very idea of harboring such feelings had seemed rather ridiculous to me, especially since they were being aimed at that haughty shinobi who I originally wanted to slay. But now that I look back on it, I can't help but think that all the signs were there. I take pride in the fact that I haven't acted on them, though, and have decided never to do so. Expressing my love for him would be useless.

Earlier today we received news that Sasuke Uchiha has tried to abandon all ties with Konoha, running off to acquire power by unjustly means, joining up with Orochimaru willingly. In all honesty, I wasn't particularly surprised that the prodigy had done so, since he never was good at hiding his thirst for power in my opinion.

In result, my siblings and I are officially allies of the village, for the time being at least, and have decided to aid in bringing the boy back to his home. In all honesty, had it not been the fact that it was he who was involved, I probably wouldn't have bothered offering my help. If someone wanted to go and act on their impulses, than I should be the last person with the right to get in the way of their desires, no matter how foolish. However, even someone as potentially deranged as myself can't just allow the Uchiha to trot off and become some monster's future body.

And so, here I am, Gaara of the Desert, facing off an opponent that dared get in Naruto's way in retrieving his friend. I wasn't here to help Lee just for the sake of helping him, but if I let him get defeated then Kimimaru would go and hindrance Naruto's current goal. If the blonde outcast wasn't able to make it far enough to get in contact with Sasuke, then all hope was lost for the raven-haired avenger.

"Now the battle begins."

Kyki's Corner

Hello again!This is just a small oneshot, a drabble I suppose, to ease my sudden liking of Gaara x Sasuke. It's definately not one of my best writings, but I hope it's at least decent. I'll be making another fic for this pairing, so look out for that, as well as a new chapter of Heavenly Delirium. It was hell uploading this because my computer decide to freak out and get a virus. x.x Tis fixed now, though. Mwah. Thank you for reading!