Konomae no

Naruto (c) Kishimoto Masashi & Jump Comics

I kind of regretted coming with this guy. He was pretty weird. But, I guess I believed him, what he said. I mean, what reason would he have to lie?

"So, how do I know you're not completely making this up?" I asked, skeptical.

"Well… you trust me?" Gaara answered, I think he was joking.

"Really," I said seriously.

"Alright… Your name is Naruto Uzumaki. Your birthday is October 10th. Your favorite color is orange, but sometimes blue. You don't have any parents, but you live with your 'uncle' Iruka. Your favorite food is ramen noodles. When you were a kid, you wanted to be the president when you grew up," He sighed, "Enough?"

I paled. It was all exactly right. You can't just guess that stuff. I was in the middle of deciding whether or not Gaara was a very dedicated stalker or not when we happened upon my house.

"Is this your house?" Gaara pointed. I must have headed here subconsciously.

"Yeah," I started to walk up the driveway, "Iruka's working, so you can come in."

I was sitting on my bed and Gaara on the chair across the room.

"You haven't always lived here, have you?"

I shook my head, no.

"When you last moved, it was your sophomore year?"

I nodded.

"Do you remember if you threw away any boxes?"

I shrugged. I couldn't remember. And where was he going with all these questions?!

"Do you have an attic or something? Where all the boxes are stored?"

"Yeah, why?" I hopped off my bed and walked into the spare bedroom.

"Nothing, really…"

Why did I even invite him into my house? I had no idea, but there must have been some reason. I had just met him a few hours ago, but already he had wormed his way into my life. What the hell was I thinking? I would throw the life I worked so hard to get away for some guy I didn't even know?

"Um, Naruto? Are you ok?" Gaara put his hand on my shoulder. I had been staring at the closet door.

"Oh, they're in here. The, uh, boxes." I opened the door and saw his eyes light up when he saw the top box. It was a plain brown cardboard box, on it was written, "PANDA-CHAN" in thick blue letters.

"That's it. That's the one." Gaara smiled a little. I helped him lift it down and carry it into my room.

He set in on the floor gently; opening it like it was the last box on earth. Slowly, carefully.

"Wait," I stopped him, "What's in there?" Motioning to the almost open box, I asked.

"You'll see," He smiled, really truly smiled, for the first time since I saw him today.

The lid was lifted off and set onto the ground next to where we sat. Inside the box was, well, another box. :( Gaara took it out and set it between us.

"Open it," He whispered.

I frowned, slowly opening the smaller box. Inside were, probably, 500 pictures. I flipped through them one by one as Gaara moved next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I would have pushed him away, but, I just couldn't.

Every picture contained either me or him. Some were funny and posed, some were with people I guessed were our 'friends,' and some just made me blush. ..'

I felt like my life was flashing before me eyes, except, I wasn't dying. My vision blurred as my eyes filled with tears.

"Why the hell are you here?" I turned to face Gaara, putting the pictures back in the box and pushing it aside.

"I couldn't just forget about you, Naruto." He looked me in the eyes, kneeling next to me.

"Kuu-chan," I whispered, my arms wrapping around Gaara's waist and my head burying in his stomach. I tried to hold back my tears, but it was inevitable that I would cry like a blubbering moron.

"Naruto! You remember? I knew you didn't forget!" He put his hands on my shoulders and shook me a little, "Oh, I'm so glad" He pulled me closer and put his arms around my neck.

Gaara's happiness seemed to just make me feel worse. I was full out sobbing bow, my fists full of his shirt.

He sat down across from me, taking my hands in his. His smile would make the sun envious, "Naruto, isn't this great? We can be together again, just like old times. What do you think?"

My head slumped down. I sniffed, trying to stop crying, but I couldn't, "I… I…"

"Are you alright?" Gaara asked, "Sssh… It's ok." He put his hands in my hair and wiped away my tears, "Don't cry, ok?" He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I looked up into his eyes and put my arms around him. He smiled at me and I sniffed. For a long time we sat there, on the floor of my room, holding each other in our arms.

Maybe it was making up for lost time, or maybe not. But it sure was the most emotionally overwhelming thing I've ever experienced.

End notes;
Alright! He remembered!
I wonder what will happen next :o
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