Have you ever thought that fate really is involved in life?

Some might have called it inexistent, and say that it is all about a plain coincidence.

I was once one of them too, even if somehow fate has proved me otherwise, twice or even for three times.

I could name everything as a simple coincidence too, and to ignore everything that might add somehow poetic words to it.

But then, someone please explain to me, why all my life has been twisted, and completely changed all the time, why all the people I know, and they are not many, but they are special to me, all of them and all of this, I have, I love, I met them from the simple coincidence?

And even so, why they are the only ones that are still with me?

Chapter 4: Sunrise

I was completely without any clue.

I just fallowed him without asking anything. But for one thing, I was grateful, he is full with determination, full with strength and hope. All that I wish is that all of his feelings to don't be in vain.

"Almost there…" Naruto said for the third time.

The sun has almost vanished; it is the twilight, a beautiful one at that. We are somewhere where we don't know, I had told him for the fourth time that we got lost, but he said that we didn't and so, I still walk after him. I called it : 'walking like a blind'.

"Come on Naruto, give up already, we are lost, let's go back and…" I said with a pleading voice but he soon interrupted me with a strong and confident voice.

"No." He said it like he was trying to convince himself more than to convince me. But after other two or three steps on the gray pavement, he turned around and looked at me, with a serious but with a hurt expression on his face in the same time.

"You know…you can go back, this is all about me, and you don't have to come with me. And I know you are tired, more than I am, you didn't sleep these days..."

I wish I could just put my hand on his mouth somehow in the middle of his sentence, but I just stared at him in disbelief.

My mind throws just red signals while he talks.

'I am your best friend and you seem exactly like a lost puppy in an unknown town and you want me to let you here, all alone?'

I thought it aloud in my mind, but nothing came out, I just looked at him and I've made a step closer to him, and I stared in blue bright tired eyes.

"You know that I could never do that."

He smiled as soon as I finished my sentence, and I smiled too. And just like that, he turned around and continued to walk.

The truth is that I've questioned myself for one hundred times, the simple question: Where are we?

And somehow, ironically and sarcastically, my mind answered one time or twice.

The sun still lets us see around us but the lanterns of the streets are already lit, but I just wonder how much they could help us if we keep walking on these streets, with no idea where we are and after the night will finally cover everything, with no idea how to go back.

All that we have is a small sheet, with a neat writing, wrote by Yuuta.

What I understood from Yuuta was that the painter isn't exactly the social type and that he lives alone, and that he is the one that goes to his house and takes the painting.

Something in my mind yelled quickly after that, just from the thought that the man or boy, is too lazy to bring his own painting himself and don't let the already old man to do it.

But I closed my mouth before the words could go out and I let it be.

Somehow, these streets aren't for the poor people. But what annoys me at this neighborhood is that there are blocks and houses, all together.

Naruto holds the indications and I think that I should have thought about it twice earlier, when I agreed that he will take us there.

Thinking again about it now, I realize why I let him, that spark in his eyes, the determination and the impatience, which was in his voice too.

The streets are so neat that I begin to wonder if this is a rich neighborhood and the reason why the houses don't look exaggeratedly expensive, even if they still look expensive, even the blocks, might be the reason that they are rich but modest or something.

But while, I looked around and I hoped that this twilight will last at least two hours even if it would be impossible, I realized that as further we go, the nature comes back.

Because when we first arrived in this 'zone', which is one with few trees, and an incredibly well cut grass, and now and there, some flowers in pots, and I mean they are enormous.

And now, the grass is still well cut but there are bushes too and many tress, and while walking looking around, I suddenly collided with Naruto that is walking in front of me, accidentally of course, because he suddenly stopped.

"What?"

I asked, while I stared at him, while he stared at the sheet from Yuuta and then at a block.

The block is indeed somehow different, but still the same as others in the same time.

At least the color of light brown combined with a dark brown is the same but still, it seems different. We walked until we were under the block's lamp because it is covered.

And then I realized why this block looks different, it has three or four floors, the rest had at least seven, and it looks like someone lives in it, the rest ones are so neat, so perfect, so fake that it looks like everything it's occupied by ghosts.

The block is somehow positioned different from the others too, is not like you go from the street in front and it's the door of it, no, you have to go to the left and there is the door in the middle but somehow in the corner, the lamp above our heads and behind us is a little garden with a small black fence, somehow, even the fence looks more normal than the others.

The fence surrounds the light grey stone floor, which is in front of the block's entrance, and I think I saw the gate somewhere but it's closed anyway.

"Here it is." Naruto said with an inner voice, I stared at him, somehow happy that we found it.

The twilight is still present with the dim light of the lamp, it looks perfect. I know that these two humans need to meet.

But Naruto just stares at the sheet again and then at the small intercom at the door's right.

'202.' I thought in my mind while he formed it with a hesitant hand. The intercom has made its sounds, calling and requesting for the owner of its flat to answer.

We stood there in its music until it stopped. He tried again, for the third time, then for the fourth time. And then, Naruto didn't take his hand off of the intercom, nor did he blinked and for a moment, I thought that he didn't even breathed all this time, until a sigh came out of his throat.

'The painter isn't home.' The thought has almost made me say to go home and to try again in another day.

But I looked at Naruto, while he closed his eyes, took his hand from the intercom, seemed to breathe, he folded the sheet and put it in his pocket and then with a low sound, he slammed his back and head against the wall and sat on the ground, staring in front of him while his hands hugged his knees.

But I just stood at his right, staring at him. In absolute silence.

His lips are in a straight line. It's like I'm not even here, and to be more sincere, it's like he isn't here either. He seems deep in thought and more than anything, adamant.

"Nar…"

His name got stuck in my throat and all the words which I intended to say to him, when he looked at me with wide open blue eyes. I know that no matter what I say, it will just bring him more down that this, than his fear and then, his only remaining and shattering hope.

So I closed my mouth again and he looked in the same spot like before, while I sat myself down beside him.

I think that more than 20 minutes had passed or even 40, maybe an hour. However, the twilight it's over. The night brought the sound of the crickets from the small garden or even from the other little nature spaces in front of the blocks and houses.

But I just stood there, with my back and head against the block's wall, looking in a point that didn't exists, with the passing minutes or even hours, Naruto didn't said a word, and so, I kept the silence too.

But with the passing minutes or hours, he didn't stare in front of him; he now stares at the ground.

I can't tell that this action is from how tired his neck might be, or because he is a little disappointed.

But while I am staring in front of me at an ordinary dark green leaf from a bush, my eyes became more and more tired with the unchanging scenery.

With the sounds of the crickets and with the gently blows of the wind, it isn't very cold, but I wonder if Naruto had clothes in his orange backpack that we had left at Yuuta, at the gallery.

With that thought, my eyes are slowly closing and my whole body and mind become numb, slowly but surely, falling into a dreamless sleep.

This can't be happening.' I thought for the hundredth time, while I'm still looking at the boring ground. After a second of two of pure silence, at least outside of my mind, I felt something on my right shoulder and then I stared at Gaara which's head has slowly fell from the block's wall to my shoulder.

I stared at him, and somehow I felt guilty.

'His sleep seems peaceful, and I know he was already tired. I don't even know what time it is, and he is here because of me. '

I tried to erase the guilt while looking somewhere else but him. It didn't really helped at first but after a while, my mind thinks of nothing, my body asks for nothing.

'But I can't sleep.' I thought while looking at Gaara again. No matter if I could ignore the fact that I made him to sleep here, and the fact that we are on the cold stone of the block, and the fact that maybe, just maybe, the morning will come and that man won't come even then.

My mind won't stop thinking that if he don't comes until Gaara wakes up, then he will ask for us to go and I would probably want to refuse him, but what if he will stay again, and I don't want to make him sleep here another night, and we have no food and maybe the man sleeps at someone else and will come after a week or something.

'I'm thinking too much.'

Somehow, I thought that this is ironically, I never thought about something this much, why do I really want to see him anyway?

He helps me with my blockages, but I can't help him with his. It's logic. He doesn't know me and yet, I stay in front of his house like I know him.

All of his paintings appeared in my mind.

'When I was young...' I thought somehow nostalgic. His pictures were all that I wanted to show, and yet they all have something in common, all of his paintings.

He is lonely. And I am too. I never admitted that it doesn't matters what colors he will add and what the picture shows, his picture has the same feeling, all of my feelings to be more exact, in them, in one painting, all that I try so hard to ignore, is there.

He makes me to be sincere with myself.

'I am not inspired by him like a normal person. I'm able to see the real me, without hiding, all of this in his paintings.'

I thought it with pure realization and pure surprised by what I just realized, after all these years, and while I was still absorbed in my thought with my hands hugging my knees, with Gaara's head on my shoulder, and with my eyes wide open from the shock of my new information, but still staring on the same spot, on the ground.

I heard the sound of footsteps, somewhere near, but I felt too tired to look up and let it be, because someone might be walking around here anyway.

But before I thought further, I am staring at someone's shoes, right in front of me, and I quickly looked up from the ground.

In the same time I realized that now, the morning is on its way, while I stared at a tall man, almost completely dressed in black, with black hair, and with black eyes staring down at me while on my turn, I did the same, while behind him, I saw the sunrise.

To be continued…

Another chapter and you must admit this was written quicker than the last. And no, this is still NejiGaara but first I need to finish this, I mean on the 'sideway' relationship, I hope you like it, I really like this idea and I think it suits them better than Neji and Gaara, for the story I mean, the truth is that there will be two stories in this, I mean NG and Sasuke and Naruto.

Well, I hope you didn't mind the change of view; the fact is that Gaara will have a longer point of view than Naruto but you will know both stories, almost in the same time, first it was Neji and Gaara even if it seemed somehow dull and now is SasuNaru's turn.

Hope no one minds, I really like how this story turns out to be…I hope I am not the only one…

And I hope no one considers me rude but I need help, because I want to change the title of the story and the summary but I almost have no idea how to name everything. My idea changed a little and they don't seem to fit anymore.

And if someone has some ideas, it would really be helpful. I don't want no one to cheat on anyone, it's unfaithful because of a completely different reason but I think no one can understand that and in this story it's more like the seme's chasing after ukes at least on someone's side. Well you will find out anyway. So the title is more complicated so some help will be perfect.

Because I got the idea that no matter how much I like writing and thinking at this story and maybe some enjoy reading it too, then who I described it outside doesn't match and doesn't brigs many readers…

And please tell me your opinion because I have some readers and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading it but nobody says anything so I hope I am not doing anything wrong….

Sorry for the long after chapter AN, and thank you very much.