What.

The.

Fuck?

The hate Gaara felt for Uchiha Sasuke multiplied tenfold. He thought he could have everything. He walked around with that pompous ass face, 'uncaring' even though people knew he did. He blew Naruto off like wind, and still the blonde stayed with him. But this was wrong.

wrong. wrong. wrong.

Naruto wasn't supposed to kiss anybody else.

Naruto was his, Naruto was his, his his his-

What the hell... was he thinking? He hated the blonde. The other student wasn't his. He didn't care what the blonde did. For all he cared, the blonde could go and rot in hell. Gaara turned away, leaving the sorry sight behind him. It was none of his goddamned business what the blonde did. He could fuck whoever he liked.

He and that Uchiha bastard deserved each other.

He hated them both equally, so really, there wasn't any reason for him to be upset. So he was just going to walk home, like he usually did, angrily, not looking at anyone

He wasn't upset. He screamed incoherently at his empty apartment, and threw his things on the ground. Being an emancipated minor had so many benefits. At least he didn't have to worry about his siblings harping on him every time he brought home-

Slam!

Fuck this, Gaara thought as he picked up a vase that he didn't care about and smashed it. Then he pulled the small table it had been sitting on to the floor on top of it. The red head grabbed anything he could get his hands on and just threw it. His silverware scattered onto the floor, some of his dishes lay in broken piles, the books and games sitting in his living area fell open and scattared. His mind promptly decided it hated the kitchen table much more, and threw it to the ground, snapping two of the four of it's legs.

He hated this so much. He hated this feeling and the sight of those two things kissing each other that played in his head over and over. He hated the sight of Naruto in his home, even if it was only a-

Naruto was standing in his hallway, panting, and staring at him with solemn, guilty eyes.

Wait.

Naruto, who had kissed Uchiha Sasuke, was standing in his goddamned hallway.

Now that he thought about it, Gaara might have forgotten to lock the door behind him. His heart stopped beating, like it had before, but this time, as an immediate reaction, hate welled up inside of him. His stomach felt weird, and he hated that too. Naruto shifted and that was all it took. Gaara flew forward, snapping his fist out and hoping beyond hope that it impacted the hardest it had ever impacted.

But it didn't impact at all. Naruto's face was just as somber as his eyes, and in his anger, Gaara brought out his other fist.

But it still didn't get to its destination.

Let go you bastard, let go! Let go, I'll kill you, let go, let go let-

"I didn't mean to make you cry."

What?

Gaara shook his head. He noticed how his vision blurred and how the tickling wetness passed over his cheeks and stuck to the tiny hairs on his chin. Drip...They continued to fall, and Gaara screamed wordlessly once more.

"Let go," he voiced now, voice cold and angry. Naruto flinched and closed his eyes.

"I didn't do it-"

"Get out!"

"You think I did that of my own free will!? That bastard forced me to-"

"Get out!I hate you, get out!"

Slam!

"Listen! I don't care if you hate me, I don't care about Uchiha Sasuke! I love you, and I care that you're upset," Naruto shouted at him from where he held up against the wall. Gaara had forgotten that the blonde was more than capable of fighting him back. He writhed and struggled, much like his heart was doing right now.

"Shut up!"

"Give me a good reason to leave," Naruto said, voice now deathly calm, "and I will. And don't give me any bullshit, 'cuz it won't work."

Gaara continued to writhe and pull, even as his brain worked against him. He wanted Naruto to leave, but it would just make him worse. He wanted him to stay, to understand how much Gaara hurt and to hurt the same way, if not more. He wanted an explanation, but he didn't. He didn't care if the blonde had kissed someone else; he only wanted to be sure that it wouldn't happen again. He wanted the blonde to be his. He wanted to think about him everyday, to hate him, and then see him materialize, as if Gaara's thoughts had been chemically formulated. He didn't want to remember seeing what he had, and he didn't want Naruto here now, telling him these lies about how he loved him.

And now he wasn't physically struggling, but struggling against the tears in his eyes and the thoughts in his head. If ever there was a man emotionally inept, it was Gaara, but there was no mistake that he could use logic. And he hated that.

"I'm sorry, Gaara."

"Get away from me," the red head replied, keeping his voice hard instead of letting it tremble through the tears.

"No. Not when you're being this way. I swear to you, I only love you. If you want me to prove it-"

"Don't..."

"What..? Why-"

"Don't kiss him anymore," the red head replied, his voice trembling because the pain was too much now. Naruto's blue eyes searched his own, and he didn't think he could stand them anymore. He looked away

"I won't. I'll only kiss you," he replied, and softly pressed his lips to the red head's. They had shared other kisses, but Gaara would never admit-

He liked this one the most.

"Promise," the red head breathed, and they kissed again. Naruto's body was pressing closer to his. He needed this promise, and he needed the blonde to keep it.

"I promise with everything I have," Naruto replied, shifting to press his leg between Gaara's own. The red head sighed and received another one of his favorite kinds of kisses.

"I love you."