Warnings: OOC, yaoi (boy on boy action or love), lemon/lime material later (hopefully), Gaara being an angst-bag, some violence, M rated material (and that does not mean Muffins will be provided), profanity and vulgarity, molestation (eh, most likely, maybe by Sasuke. Our poor Na-hime! Though we are not far enough for Sasuke to appear…), and Gaara being all precious. Plus major fluff, and later on lemons of joy and wonderment.
Summary: They knew one another when they were children, he left. The only thing he ever loved, let alone cared for in anyway, left. He pushed himself to make him proud, if they would ever see each other again that is. But… now… there he was. Talking to others, chatting about food or something, he didn't know. But, there he was. And… he probably had forgotten him. He just wanted to touch him one last time, to feel that warm tan skin meet ice. He wanted… to let himself love him once more.
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Chapter Three
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"I wanna f*ck you like an animal." – Talking
'I wanna feel you from the inside.' – Thinking
Pervert – emphasis.
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"Gaara! That was mean! Give Temari-chan back her fan!" There he was, a seven year old blond boy, Naruto Uzumaki. He had been enjoying the past year in Suna, learning with all the rest of the desert kids. He loved the feel of the sunlight here. Hell, his best friend even said he put the sun to shame with his smile, though it might have only been once. Sometimes, he never wanted to leave his oasis of home.
'Whack!' "Ow. The redheaded boy his the twelve year old girl in the face with the desired item, via tossing, more like throwing, it at her. "Gaara! Apologize!" Was she thirteen? "Why? She's the one who called me a bastard."
"Right now you're acting like one." Turning on his heel, he stormed away from the two, planning on going shopping with Kankuro for puppetry paint. The ten year old glared at his only sister. "This is your fault." A moment later, he went after his friend.
"Kanky-kun, Gaara's mean." The black jumpsuit clad eleven year old quirked an eyebrow. "He's been mean to you then?"
"No, he's nice to me, really nice."
"Then what's the problem?" He could tell something was bothering his younger brother's friend, and he wanted to help. He wanted to help his brother, even if the stubborn male refused it. "He isn't nice to anyone else. He's mean to you and Temari-chan." He chuckled; the blond boy had just begun recognizing the girl… as a girl a few weeks ago, two if he remembered correctly. Naruto was just too strange. "He isn't mean, he just ignores me mostly. And as for onee-chan… I don't know Naruto-san. I think she mostly annoys him."
"Oh… why?" Damn, curse his curiosity. "Naruto-san… you have to understand that Gaara-sama wasn't, and still isn't, accepted in our family. Our mother died giving birth to him. Our father feels that he's responsible, and the main reason for her death. Our uncle Yashamaru thinks the same way. They call him a 'monstrula'. We weren't allowed to be near him or say his name… nothing. But, enough tantrums and hissy-fits on Temari's behalf and we were finally able to see him. The day we met you actually. Onee-chan wants for us to be a family, and I do too. The three of us, siblings. But, it seems he feels like he's betraying you when we try… so I've stopped. Temari just hopes and she hopes too hard." He sighed. It was the first and only time he would tell that story… it hurt.
It hadn't hurt because he old his tale. It hurt because his friend had tears in the corner of his eyes. "That's so sad.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Silence ensued. It was a long time before the awkwardness ended. "So… red or black?" Naruto blinked. "Silver!" Kankuro gave a short pause. "Yeah… silver."
Neither of them knew the object of their conversation was on the other side of the heavy curtain of the front of the shop. And neither of them would.
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Ending! A/N: Review? Please? Reviews are love, so… please review. Please.
Yes, I kinda thought it was a little sad. The next few chapters will be a little short. I am very sorry, it's just… that's the way this boat is going to float. Long chapters and short chapters. I'm sorry. But, hopefully nothing as short as the prologue. THAT was painfully short.
