"Please, make yourself at home Gaara-kun." My feet carried me to the window. How close are we talking about? My eyes looked at the ground below. No one was on the ground, anywhere. . . Still, the wind outside wasn't calm. "Gaara, what is your father's jutsu?" I turned my sight to the boy.

Gaara looked at me with those wonderful yet sad eyes. "It is called Tornado Dragon jutsu. It is forbidden and strong. I don't know who Lord Kazekage is fighting, but it seems they made him nervous. He never reveals that jutsu unless he feels he has to." Gaara got up and stood beside me, watching the wind twist the trees. "He only teaches me jutsus that I can use with sand."

I patted him on the head. "Did you want to learn that jutsu? The Tornado Dragon jutsu?" I felt him nod underneath my palm. "Hmm, well maybe it's for the best. Wait, did you say you use sand?" Gaara nodded. Hmm, that's right. . . All this time I didn't know what kind of justu he used. He never told me. "I really, really would like to see you perform your jutsus in front of me."

He sighed, "I suppose. . ." Gaara closed his eyes, thinking.

This seems that he didn't want to show me his jutsu. But why? What's the harm? "You don't really want to show me, do you?" He shook his head, not wanting to tell me. Tell me why you won't tell me and I'll let the matter drop."

"Because you might not like me anymore. My control over sand is unstable. Umeko-chan, it's the sand that refuses to allow me to cut myself. Everytime I try, the sand just keeps on getting in the way. I might hurt you if the sand bends to my will too much."

"Example?" I had no idea what he meant. Wasn't it a good thing that the sand does what he wants?

Gaara looked around. "Are you attached to that vase much?" He pointed to a vase the was sitting on my coffee table.

"Not particularly." I looked at the vase. It wasn't even mine. I actually found that on the floor of the room when I first came here.

He looked up at me with those sad, sad eyes. "The sand protects me from myself and hurts everyone that makes me mad." Gaara looked over at the vase. Suddenly sand to outside came through my window and floated over toward the vase, crushing it into nothing. The sand seemed to grind down the glass making it sand. The thousands of grains then went back through the window to rest of the ground below.

"Holy crap a donkey." I stuck my head out the window, making sure I saw what I thought I seen.

I turned around to find Gaara looking at me with a confused face, "What you say? Holy crap a what?" I chuckled a little. It seems that he never heard the phrase before.

"Don't worry about it little one." I went and picked Gaara up. "You hungry?" I could never hate Gaara, ever. Sure he's more stronger than I pegged him for, big deal. My goal for Gaara was the same, my future husband. "Be warned, you would be the first person to try my cooking besides myself. Care to risk your life?" I nuzzled the boy's forehead. Oh, I wish I could keep him. . .

Gaara's little arms held me close. I could tell that he was happy that I thought nothing about his power. "I'm sure you cook wonderfully." I looked down at him, he was smiling. Beautiful child. . .

Three days later. . .

Maybe I'll be going to hell because of this, I don't know. All well, that just one more sin to put on the list when I see my grandfather. Heh, sin or not, I could not ask for anything better to wake up to. Gaara laying beside me in my bed. He never slept. He wasn't lying about that. He did say that he liked to watch me sleep. I don't know about that, but I have him here. Some god up there certainly knows that my idea of heaven is.

"Good morning Umeko-chan, you slept well."

I smiled in spite of myself. "That's the first time I've been told I slept well." I ruffled his red hair. "Stare into the abyss much?" I stretched, sleeping was essential for me, but what wouldn't I give for Gaara and I to trade places so I could watch him sleep and chase away his nightmares.

"It's about all I do." Gaara sat up with me. "Thinking is about all I do."

"Well during all that thinking, did you think about what you want for breakfast today?" My back cracked as I tried to stand up. I swear with every century I get older and older, well, it feels like I'm actually getting older, in body. I now that I get older and older with each passing day. I just don't want it to happen.

"You decide Umeko-chan. It's your apartment after all." Gaara got up from the bed. "I already took my shower this morning so it's all yours. Gaara left the room, giving me the time I need to actually get up.

All I could do was smile after the boy. Why couldn't there be more guys like him? Older? My sanity is leaking out my ears because I cannot touch him. Well, heh, I could but it wouldn't be right. My morals beg me to wait but everything else says who cares? Temptation is a strong feeling. Cruel and unjust. "My darling Gaara-kun." His name left my lips as silken rain.

Well, I guess its time to wake up. . . Damn it.

"UMEKO-CHAN!!"

My heart jumped out of my throat as I ran to the living room where I heard Gaara yell. "What i- What do you think you are doing?!"

By: Rasaroara