I feel it's necessary to state that some of you will feel stupid. Why is that? Well when I read a smart, reasonable review, I go back to the chapter and edit it. So some of you, not naming names, (Alcorion) will have told me what they thought was bad, and other people reading that review will think they're crazy, because I edited the bit that was being criticized. Well, if reviewers are reading other reviews, that is. Oh wait, why am I wasting your time here? To wrap it up, give me a good and reasonable suggestion and I'll edit.

And start:

Gaara woke up extremely happy. He woke up feeling like a normal person would on a normal morning. For a moment, he felt like the day might be good or bad, like it had promise, like it could be bad, but there was a chance it could be good. The moment slipped away from him, but still. A moment was enough. He sat up. And gasped in pain as his spine hurt. He grunted slightly and shifted. Every muscle screamed with pain, but nothing he'd never felt before. He was tired, his muscles strained, and last night had taken a lot out of him. Gaara glanced down at the sleeping Naruto next to him on the bed. The blond, as if sensing his stare, shifted, mumbling something incoherent.

"We're even," he whispered. "I promise, I love you as much as you love me."

Naruto sighed in his sleep. Gaara smiled at him, putting his hands in his lap. He looked down at his hand, studying the bruising around his wrists. Suigetsu. He'd put his filthy hands on him. But Gaara just couldn't tell Naruto, not after what they'd done that night. No, it was better if he didn't know. He just hoped the school cameras were for surveillance and weren't recording anything that went on in the hallway. He didn't want Naruto to know, ever. He'd have to keep Suigetsu quiet, but how on earth could he keep his mouth shut?

When Naruto woke up, a few hours later, he woke up the happiest he'd ever woken up, which is really saying something, given the happy, happy morning he always had. The blond woke up to find Gaara watching him. "Gaara, have I ever told you I love you?" the blond murmured as he sat up. "You said it repeatedly last night," Gaara whispered back. He touched Naruto's forehead, brushing his wild blond hair to the side, away from his blue eyes. It was then Naruto noticed some strange bruising around Gaara's wrist. He frowned and grabbed Gaara's wrists gently, inspecting them carefully. Fingers, he thought. "I'm sorry, Gaara, are these my fault?" Naruto asked ruefully, running his thumb over the purple skin.

Gaara hesitated for a moment.

"Gaara, you can tell me," Naruto said.

"Yes," Gaara said guiltily. The blond frowned. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you last night." Gaara wouldn't meet his eyes. Did he feel guilty about getting hurt, rather than the opposite way around, like Naruto feeling guilty about hurting him?

"It's perfectly fine. Last night was amazing. I didn't even feel it," Gaara said.

"I'm still sorry, no need to feel bad," Naruto said. "Once again, your feelings are all wrong."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. You," he said, poking Gaara's chest, "-are supposed to be angry at me for hurting you. You are supposed to yell at me for being rough. You are supposed to be pissed. Not guilty. I'm sorry, man. It doesn't hurt then?"

Gaara shook his head.

"Now you're supposed to hug me. I don't actually know how girls work, though, so I'm not entirely sure how you're supposed to act-"

"Did you just call me a girl?" Gaara asked, his tone menacing.

Naruto's mouth opened and he laughed nervously. "I-I didn't mean it that-that way. I meant that-"

Gaara stood up, his leg giving him some trouble by cramping up.

"Gaara, are you angry?"

No, the redhead wasn't. But he wasn't very happy about being called a girl. Or referred to as a girl, as if he was one.

So he decided to make Naruto suffer a little.

He pulled on some pants, though he wasn't entirely sure if they were his pants or Naruto's. He pulled on a shirt that he was sure was his, since Naruto didn't wear red shirts.

"Gaara, are you going to shun me?"

Well, yeah.

"Gaara, don't be so sensitive-"

You did not just go there.

Naruto seemed to realize he'd crossed another boundary.

"Listen, I just meant that usually when, you know, people have sex, it's with someone of the opposite gender. And I didn't call you a girl 'cause I think you're girly or anything-"

Gaara was smirking, but all Naruto could see was his back. The truth was, he knew exactly what Naruto meant. But he wanted to make Naruto uncomfortable, so he let the blond "explain."

"It's just that, uh, well I hurt you and, uh, I topped, so um, you were in the position-" now he was blushing furiously. "Why are you making me say this? You understand right?"

"I don't think I do, want to explain it to me?"

Gaara went into the kitchen and Naruto followed him.

"Are you torturing me?" Naruto pouted. "You are, aren't you? You're so mean!"

Gaara opened the fridge. He looked inside briefly.

He tossed Naruto some frozen pizza, leftovers from last night. The blond caught the bag and glanced at it. "Not Ramen, but it'll do."

He sat at the kitchen table. "Hey Gaara, you're eating, right?"

The redhead paused. Well his stomach felt kind of loose. And after all his activities last night combined with his lack of dinner, he did feel kind of hungry.

"Come on, yessssss, that's good," Naruto coaxed.

"Naruto? Shut up, will you?"

"Sure. You're so mean to me. You know, I think I forgot to say thanks for last night."

"Actually, you did."

"Oh, I did?"

"Yeah. Three times." Gaara didn't mention some of the things Naruto had said. Things that he considered very strange to say when you're having sex.

"Oh."

Naruto stared at Gaara for a moment.

"Did-did I say thanks while we were-?"

Gaara nodded.

Naruto stared at him and Gaara wasn't sure what emotion he read there. He seemed shocked, then embarrassed, then-

Naruto's face split into a grin and he started laughing like a maniac.

He put his head to the table and laughed wildly in his arms.

"I-I am so sorry-I am... so-so weird," Naruto dissolved into giggles. He looked up, tears in his eyes, gripping his blond hair and banging his head down on the table.

Gaara looked at him. The blond really had no decorum or dignity. But then, if he did, then he wouldn't be Naruto.

And looking at the blond's antics, now rolling on the ground, he couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Hey, you two are making so much noise-" Temari stopped talking, her mouth dropping as she stared at the impossible scene in front of her.

No, not Naruto rolling on the ground.

Gaara, laughing with dignity, sitting at the kitchen table, with food in his hands.

"Gaara-?"

And end.

Mild cliffhanger there. Because I'm evil. And because I always have short chapters and quick updates, so why break up the pattern now?