Writing it all in one night.

Here we go.


Gaara sat on the rooftop of the school, doing what he always did.

Thinking.

Shocker.

It was so hard to find anyone here that did that lately.

Especially that idioticblonde.

Gaara snorted to himself. The blonde had to be the most mentally inept person that the red head had the pleasure of ever meeting. And it wasn't a pleasure. Gaara didn't even think that Naruto know what he was talking about half the time. He just blathered on about stupid things that Gaara didn't want to hear. Naruto could swear up and down that the things were important, or interesting or whatever.

Gaara snorted once more.

If the blonde were up here, he'd probably hate it ten times more. It would be annoying, and the sun would be glaring directly into his eyes, and the fucking clouds would float on obliviously as if nothing was happening. Gaara scowled; he hated this place.

That was how it continued on for the rest of the day. Gaara would think about Naruto, and didn't bother to think about if the other would think the same. Because honestly, he would hate it if Naruto did. It meant those dreaded words were true. His eyes narrowed involuntarily, when he thought about it at that moment. Five times Naruto had said those words, leaving a gaping hole in him that he never explained to himself; that he never looked into.

Five times he had hurt the blonde physically, only to be repaid with the best words known to mankind, and the sweetest feeling his body had ever known. That hot, burning feeling, encasing his body and making him sweat and writhe and moan and fuck, don't stop, I need it, need it, needit.

Gaara snarled into thin air, body tight in all the wrong places and making him hate the blonde even more. But the thoughts of him didn't stop. In fact, they increased, as he thought he could hurt the blonde later like he always did. It didn't bother him, seeing as he didn't mind having one central focus for his hate. He never thought twice about how often he thought about Naruto, or even the way he thought about him

It seemed very natural, like him walking out of school that day. He hated all things unnatural, and therefore he had a proper explanation for this.

Sasuke was kissing Naruto.

Naruto was kissing the Uchiha brat.

Gaara's couldn't tell you why his heart wasn't beating.