I don't own Naruto.
I remember the day they told me he had been injured. It was in the fight with Konoha's shinning star Uzamaki Naruto. I remember watching his siblings carry him into the village, his head was bleeding and his siblings seemed to have an awkward expression on their faces. I remember his eyes, how can anyone stay conscience through three days of traveling back the village? It seemed impossible but some how…he did it. He's amazing.
It hasn't been long since then, yet in such a short time everything has changed. My sensei is learning is learning to feel, and I am learning to feel for him.
"Did…I…do…better than the…last time…Sensei?" Matsuri asked trying to catch her breath from training. She pulled herself to her feet to wait for response.
"That's enough for today. Go home." His voice almost threatening. She nodded and turned to pick up her weapons.
"Um sensei?"
Rather than turning around his eyes drifted towards her. "What is it?"
"I know training is over but I was wondering if we could hang out or something, I mean we're the same age and it wouldn't be such a bad thing if we—"
Her sensei looked at her questioningly, "I'm sorry but I don't know what you mean" he hissed.
Despite the pain dwelling in her chest, she knew better.
Her head cocked slightly to watch her sensei leave the training area. He was almost in hurry. It must be one of those nights. She knew what he did after lessons, but she never told a soul. While the village lived peacefully under an allusion that Gaara of the sand was okay, she knew the truth. And it was tearing her apart. It was nights like these that she wished her sensei actually was locked up somewhere, like the rumors she used to hear when she was young.
She sighed and put the rest of the weapons away. A sudden chill ran down her shine at the thought of what her sensei was going to do. It was these nights that the word 'sensei' didn't even suit him. Her heart hurt just to think him in such a way, but it was true, these nights, when her sensei would forget about all those who cared for him and go on a killing spree. On nights like these one thing always proved certain, she was in love with him. She could feel it her heart, soul, everywhere. If she didn't then she wouldn't have felt anything when he walked away.
She left the training fields and walked past the village temple towards the desert community. Prayers never did anything for her, and praying for him wouldn't stop the killings either. If he only knew how much she cared for him then maybe…
"Please….SPARE ME!" a voice screamed.
The first one of the night. She clenched her fists and turned towards the scream. The pain was beginning to be too much, knowing that her sensei was still acting like a monster, knowing that somebody close to him would just cover it up afterwards; it was like lying to the village, it was lying, to everyone. Not anymore. Not ever again.
Matsuri found herself standing in front of her blood covered sensei, he grinned back at her, daring her to try something.
"Sensei, I now what's going on, please stop…for the both of us!" she explained.
He continued to grin then licking the blood off his fingers. "I had a feeling you'd follow me. So tell me, how long have you known, and what are going to do about it?"
She swallowed hard, what can I do about it?
"Sensei…Gaara…I love you and if you continue this you really will become a monster…"
He stared at here, wide eyed; no one has ever told him such things. "So is that the best you can do? Is that the best show of your existence? Spewing lies?"
"I'm not lying! What do I have to do to prove that I—"
"Join me." he hissed.
She froze.
He grinned and walked away.
Matsuri fell to her knees a d watched him walk towards the village border. Join him? Be like him. Be with him. So be it.
A puddle of blood formed in front of his feet. He smiled at his 'new' mate as she held a mangled corpse in her hands. They both looked at each other for a moment, both breathing heavily, from killing, and from arousal.