A GaaraSaku pairing for Lost-my-password! Thank you so much for reviewing by the way! I really appreciate it! As for the chaptered story on chapter 7, i'll see. I'm not that good at writing longer stories. I might give it a try, but i'm definitley going to make another drabble follwing up on it. Again thank you so much!
So it's pretty short, and actually not in Sakura's POV (I thought it might be cool to try something else) but im actually kind of, really proud of this drabble!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Love.
It was the first thing that came to mind as he watched a father and his son play around in the streets. Love; the one thing he believed he would never fully understand.
It was something intangible, yet comparable to a soft, eternal flame that set deep inside your heart.
Gaara had experienced all different sorts of love.
The first love he ever experienced, was paternal love from his uncle. Though he had ultimately betrayed him, that deep-seated love for his uncle never left and often times he found his thoughts drifting off to those nice times they had together. His first experience with love had set off a little spark inside of him.
The next kind of love he experienced was fraternal love, from his brother and sister. Though they had, through most of his childhood feared him, they had loved him as well. He had pushed them away yet, their unyielding love for him, made it hard to do. His second experience with love had ignited a little tiny flame in his heart.
The third kind of love he experienced came along with hope and and a promise of brotherhood. His friendship with Naruto helped him discover just how deeply the human heart can love and how that love can make you stronger. Naruto in turn became one of his most precious people. His third experience with love had added fire to that little flame.
The fourth, and most important, kind of love he experienced came as a surprise, in the middle of the fourth shinobi war. It had all started with an injury in his left side that left him immobilized and a pink haired kunoichi that didn't know the meaning of the words back off. She cared for him and his injury, often brightening up his day with a smile and a mischievous look in her greengreen eyes. She left him yearning for more and fighting to keep up. She had shown him a kind of love he never though possible; a passion igniting, world-spinning, explosion of feelings that often left him breathless.
It was his fourth experience with love that had made sparks fly.
'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
please review!Constructive criticism is more than welcome, as are requests!
