This is what I wasnted.
All those times I went chasing.
Chasing after the one person who had seen me.
Truly seen me,
And not cared.
Who had accepted me.
Like a brother.
And not cared about any of it.
Not a single one of my secrets.
Everyone else was so fragile about me.
Like treading on glass.
But he wasn't.
He didn't care about Kyuubi,
About the hatred,
The rape,
The abuse.
Any of it.
But it's only dawning on me now,
That whilst he had me,
That maybe I never had him.
That maybe the person I saw was what everyone wanted him to be, who I wanted him to be.
And not who he was.
That all the time when I thought he was okay,
He had secrets too.
And I couldn't save him from them.
But in the end…It doesn't matter.
Because I'm dying.
And usually it would hurt.
But Gaara is here.
And suddenly….
Suddenly I am picking up all the signals.
And suddenly I am wondering.
When did chasing after Sasuke become duty?
And when did my heart start wanting him instead?
But right now I am concerned with something else.
The fact that Gaara is seeing all of me, and I all of him.
And neither of us care about that.
No, what we care about is not that.
Or the bijuu being ripped out of us.
Or the pain.
No.
The entirety of us is focused on our hands.
And even though we're dying.
We go with clasped hands and a smile.