Part 3 – Porcelain Heart (by Barlow Girl)
Broken heart
One more time…
He watches her silently as she sits on the edge of the cliff, looking over his village sad eyes. She missed her home village.
Pick yourself up
Why even cry…
The pressure to go back was enormous, especially with the Hokage sending her teammates and friends over almost constantly in an attempt to convince her to go back. But she stayed by his side, refusing to leave, and he loved her all the more for it.
Broken pieces in your hands
Wonder how you'll make it whole…
He tenses when she scoots closer to the edge.
You know
You pray
This can't be the way…
He knew she was too strong to attempt something like suicide, but that didn't keep her from thinking it.
You cry
You say
Something's gotta change…
The knowledge that she would even think about leaving him was unbearably painful.
And mend this porcelain heart
Of mine…
She turns her head when the sand around her shifted, moving her away from the side of the cliff.
Someone said
A broken heart
Would sting at first then make you stronger…
She stands on the golden grains as they carry her toward him and she readily falls into his embrace, bitter tears falling into the crook of his neck. His arms slide around her waist, squeezing gently.
"It hurts." She murmurs.
You wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts made whole just to break?
He strokes her cheek softly. "I know." He tells her before tilting her chin up and capturing her lips in a soft kiss.
You know
You pray
This can't be the way…
She melts into the touch, butterfly eyelashes curling shut when he pulls away to lick away her tears. The tip of his nose brushes against hers.
"Naru…"
She looks up at him.
"I want to show you something."
You cry
You say
Something's gotta change…
She nods and golden sand swirls around them as he kisses her once more, teleporting them to someplace distant. The familiar smell of trees surrounds her, filling her heart with joy and wonder.
And mend this porcelain heart
Of mine…
He slips behind her, holding her waist and lacing their fingers together as she gasps at the sight of the small oasis. Emerald green palms highlighted with silver sway in the night window. The diamond blue pool glitters magnificently, ripples scattering everywhere from the petite waterfall.
She spins around and kisses him deeply, lips tilted upward in delight.
Creator only you take brokenness
And create it into beauty once again…
"Oh, Gaara…"
"Please don't cry anymore." He pleads gently, swiping tears away with a pale thumb.
You know
You pray
This can't be the way…
She kisses him again, pulling them toward the water and messing with the buckles of his vest. His gourd falls away as the cool water begins to touch the soles of her feet.
"For you, I will."
You cry
You say
Something's gotta change…
A stray stone wanders into her path and they fall into the water none too gracefully, ear-deep and sending droplets of diamond into the chill desert air. Her smooth, whiskered cheeks flush slight pink, hands clutching his jacket as if to dear life. Tresses of gold float right beneath the water's surface.
His knee landed suggestively between her legs, one hand on either side of her head, faces inches away. Two sets of eyes close as he lowers himself to kiss her.
You know
You pray
This can't be the way…
He had spent days looking for this perfect sanctuary for the two of them. Somewhere where they can slip off to without being followed. Where they can sit and forget about the cruelties of the world around them. Where he can kiss away her worries and make her forget Konoha, for a while at least. Where she can make love to him and temporarily make him forget the suffocating duties that come with being the youngest Kazekage in history.
You cry
You say
Something's gotta change
Her body beneath him, bare and naked as the day she was born, skin glowing lily-pale in the moonlight, is still as beautiful as ever. Smooth, flawless, and free of any blemish save for the seal around her naval and scar of being hit with the infamous Chidori. The same scar he too possesses, though on the opposite shoulder.
She leans up and kisses the scar on his chest softly. He, in return, nibbles down her graceful neck and between the valley of her breasts, stopping at the center of her seal.
And mend this porcelain heart
Please mend this porcelain heart
Of mine…
His tongue traces around the dark patterns of the sensitive seal, causing her to whimper. The faint red glow around the markings is not lost to him and he kisses her stomach firmly, passing along an unspoken message to the demon still sealed within her.
She was his.
Of mine…
He rests his head on her soft abdomen, the cold sensation and gentle sound of the water around them numbing his limbs and lulling him into a drowsy, meditative state. She trails her fingers through his sunset-red hair, smiling softly.
Creator, mend this heart.