Lee/Gaara –
Choices
Chapter 4:
I gently wiped the sweat from my palms on my green jumpsuit… again. It wasn't hot, or cold, or even humid. I was nervous. I was so nervous my breakfast crept up my throat just to be swallowed down again and again. It didn't help that while he walked, I watched my beautiful Gaara—wait, MY Gaara? I'm obsessed—shake his hips ever so slyly while he strode down the walkway of Konoha. Everything was unbearably hot and uncomfortable, but Gaara was my cool center in the chaos of my mind. When the depths of my imagination filled with doubt and negative images I'd glance at my red haired beauty and everything was alright.
Then, I totally forgot where I lived. I looked around, and there were unfamiliar houses and streets everywhere. Are we still in Konoha? Am I still walking? My house was about a mile in a direction I didn't know about. The houses blurred and shook in my worried vision. Something wasn't right. And I did not like it one bit.
I turned to my calm companion and he glanced up at me with a neutral expression on his face.
"What is it?" He asked with a slight confusion in his features.
"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing!" I tried to assure him with my broken voice, "Don't be silly we aren't lost!"
"We're lost?"
Crap. I raised my hands defensively and waved them erratically. "No, no! I just got a little turned around. I was spacing out and forgot where I was—" I stopped. That one sentence was the end. What kind of body guard am I? I'm "spacing out" on the job? What kind of excuse was that? My hands dropped to my side and lay limp. My face dropped and I looked at the ground. I wanted to cry. He would be transferred to another bodyguard. He would be so angry at my incompetence that he would never speak to me again. Being a Kazekage he could have me killed! Or just kill me himself. Oh to die by one's unrequited lover! What a perfect end to my perfectly screwed up existence—
He interrupted my thoughts. "Oh. Is that all?" Those velvety words seeped through my sad exterior and melted into my very core. "Well, if that's all, let's try turning around, yes?" His hand motioned behind him and he promptly turned around.
My head sat upright on my shoulders. What? He just brushed it off? He did not notice my obvious ignorance to my surroundings? Is he being forgiving? Or is he just going to drag me into a dark alley so he can kill me quietly for my slacker ways? I follow him. Taking every step carefully and slowly. Observing his every movement and classifying it as "life-threatening". "WAH!" I would think, "That hand motion! What did he tell the guards to do? Assassinate me by chopping my middle in half? And oh! What was that about? Stomping his feet to signal the sand to swim down my throat and choke me?" My senses were on red-alert. I stood still and stopped breathing.
"Bless you, Kazekage-sama." A large guard said and handed him a tissue. Gaara nodded. A sneeze. Gaara had simply sneezed. I continued to walk laughing at my own paranoia. &
I strode up next to him and walked in time with him. He didn't seem to mind. But then again, who knows what Gaara is thinking at any time, but I think he was content. At least he wasn't pissed.
We walked for another hour. We didn't talk, but we did share a comfortable silence and even breathing. I stepped in time to his and we simply strode down the road to my quaint little house on the outskirts of Konoha. My house was in great shape for being passed down through ten generations of the Rock family. It was made entirely out of large logs, just like a cabin, and held together by bricks in between each log. There were four large windows in the front, two on the bottom story, and two on the second. There was a smaller one where the attic was and a door set in between the two large windows at the bottom. It was enclosed by a traditional farm-type fence and a small garden was out front with a rock path leading to the small abode. I smiled in pride at it. I loved my house. When my father told the family that the house would be mine when I turn eighteen I was so proud that I almost danced right there at the family meeting, but I resisted the urge.
Gaara stood motionless at the gate of the fence. I looked in the direction he was. He was staring at the little attic window. He pointed at it and said, "I'd like to stay in there."
I blushed. "Why?"
"It looks perfect." He looked at me, and I at him.
"Well, um, Kazekage-sama, that's my room." I smiled shyly and I could have sworn I saw a red flash across his cheeks before it disappeared as fast as it had come. I smiled wider. "But, if you'd like, I can move my belongings to the living room and then you can comfortably sleep in my room."
"No, no." Gaara said, holding his hand in front of my face, "I couldn't do that."
"It's no problem." I said, smiling. I motioned for him to follow me and I lead him up the rock pathway to my house. My heart was beating fast. His feet were moving a bit too fast. His face was a bit too content. Like everything he had planned had gone off without a hitch. That every move was carefully planned and now those moves have worked in his favor. I continued to stare straight ahead, no matter how those eyes burned the back of my skull. I stared at my front door until it blurred out of my vision.
Once inside, Gaara stood at the doorway and told the large Suna men to stay outside and set up their tent in the yard. They looked more than happy to nestle in right next to my mother's koi pond and Japanese Zen garden. I worried they would break one of her many lanterns or small Buddha statues, but Gaara closed the front door before I could say anything to them. And then we were alone. In my house.
My living room was unextraordinary. There was a large winding staircase in the middle of the room. To the left the walls were red with a white carpet. There's a three-person couch, loveseat, and recliner set in front of a flat screen TV atop a traditional fireplace. There were three standing lamps scattered around the room and a three bookshelves per lamp. To the right of the staircase was the kitchen and dining room area. Pictures of the Rock family were scattered above and next to the large windows which were dressed in large red curtains.
"Well," I said holding back my stutter and sounded calm and collected. "Want me to show you your room?" I motioned to the winding staircase in the middle of the room. The large lacquered steps gleamed in the light of the chandelier directly above us. A red tasseled white carpet lay in the center of each step to keep your footing as you ascend and descend. Gaara glided easily enough up the staircase to be met with a long corridor. There were doors on each end of the hall leading to a study and a large bath. We continued forward to meet the second staircase and he again quickly climbed up. It seemed to me he was eager to see my room. Or rather, his room.
(So in my last chapter, I messed up and put "quests" instead of "missions"… Way too much WoW? Yes. I haven't been keeping up on the Shippuden episodes since volleyball started, but it's over! And maybe more chapters in the progress? Yes?
Please review:D )
Notes:
& -- After this sentence I was so close to putting, "AND THEN GAARA WHIPPED AROUND AND CHOPPED LEE IN HALF WITH HIS MIND. END." But. For the sake of the story and the fact Death-fics don't do so well when written in caps, I thought better of it. Aren't you happy I did?