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Reasons I Feel Naruto Is Seme:
1) In the anime, he's straight and into Sakura. Which, despite his otherwise uke traits, makes him slightly more seme than Gaara.
In the anime, Gaara doesn't really have any attraction to girls, so yeah.
2) Naruto seems more... eh, manly? In that attacks first, thinks later kind of way? Naruto's manly in that stupid, headstrong way where he doesn't think and says things without thinking.
3) For some reason, I like Gaara as uke.
4) So yeah, that's really it.
Naruto banged his head on the wall. "Ow, fuck," he cussed at the exact same moment Temari spoke, still barking with laughter. Wisely, the girl darted backwards, so Gaara wouldn't see her. But she kept her eyes around the corner, to continue watching. She saw Gaara's eyes dart to where she was hiding and she leaned back quickly. She snuck into the dining room, where she could see Gaara with less chance of him seeing her. She could see the back of his head, which was turned down at the blond rolling on the floor. "Show some dignity, will you?" Gaara said curtly. "Lighten up," the blond choked.
The redhead took a bite of his cold pizza. Temari's eyes widened. He's eating! Oh my god, he's eating!
Maybe she shouldn't have been so surprised. After all, he must eat sometime. Still, she's never seen him eat, so watching him eat now so casually, was shocking.
Gaara could feel someone's stare on the back of his head. And he'd seen a flash of gold, so he was guessing it was Temari.
Hm. She was watching him, huh? Why, was she worried he was hurting Naruto or vice versa? He took another bite of the cold pizza, knowing she was probably watching with wide eyes.
Is it because she never sees me eat? Is that why she's so stunned? Is she surprised to find I'm actually human, that I live and breathe like her? That I feel pain like she does?
Yes, Gaara knew he was being unfair, he knew it. But his life had been complete shit. His life had been unfair and it was partially her fault. So he felt it was time to dish out some of the unfairness for once.
Naruto got back up and sat at the table. "So what's on the agenda?"
"School."
Naruto pouted.
"You don't want to stay here and ditch?"
"No."
"Not even if we-eh, fooled around?"
Gaara paused. He wanted to do everything for Naruto. But he honestly didn't want to. As great as the climax moment had been, he couldn't help but remember Naruto's sloppy performance. As great as it felt for him to finally pay Naruto back for, well everything, he didn't really want to again. Still, if it made Naruto happy...
"Do you really want to?"
Naruto started. His eyebrows shot up.
"Why so serious?" he asked. "You sound like you're deciding whether or not you want to kill someone or something."
"I just want to know if you want to."
"Oh, well we don't- I mean, yeah, I'd like to stay here, but I know we have to go. So, uh-" why were Gaara's eyes so intense?
As for Temari, she was resisting the urge to run in there and shake Gaara and demand what exactly he meant by "fool around." Last night, she'd heard some noises and she had covered her ears, trying to keep herself from hearing anything too sensual. Images rose, unbidden to her mind and she shook her head, trying to clear the dirty images from her mind. It had been bad enough hearing it, much less imagining it while her brother and his boyfriend were right there. Last night, it hadn't been too loud for her, but she had caught a little of the noise and she could imagine what they'd been doing. And her imagination was enough to give her nightmares.
No way were they staying at her house and "fooling around."
Why?
Reason, reason.
Oh, here's a good reason: Gaara wasn't going to ditch school. That one wasn't too offensive right? Lately, Gaara seemed to take every oppurtunity to snap at her. She felt she deserved it at times, but sometimes like now, she just wished he wouldn't be so difficult.
Temari cleared her throat loudly and walked into the kitchen, pretending like she'd just gotten here.
"Oi, hello Temari!"
"Naruto," she said, nodding to him. Oh, nightmares, nightmares, don't think about them together, not like that.
Gaara didn't greet her, but she expected that, so wasn't really offended.
"You guys should get to school. You've got like twenty minutes and only Gaara's dressed," Temari said. Naruto yawned.
"Naw, I'm good as is. We can go now."
Temari squinted at him.
"You-uh, that's disgusting."
"How so?"
"You-" she stopped speaking. She really didn't want to tell Naruto just how bad his hair looked, because the moment she did, Gaara would probably yell at her. "Come, Gaara," Naruto yawned. He stood up and darted from the room, stomping up the stairs, leaving the two siblings alone. But only for a split second, since Gaara left immediately after him, and Temari turned away from him. Neither of them really wanted to be with the other. Not alone. It would be too... unpleasant? No, more like uncomfortable. Awkward. How many times had the two of them been in the kitchen together? How many times had she watched him-?
They didn't know, but at the same time, they bit their lips. Temari's fist clenched the fridge door and Gaara's hand clenched into a fist. Temari stared inside of the fridge without really seeing anything, while Gaara halted on the stairs, his eyes closed. In a way, they were the same. Neither of them could really feel safe in this home, neither of them could feel happy or comfortable in a place like this. Both of them felt dirty, tainted, and neither of them could look at this place without remembering everything that had ever happened. Temari could see it in her mind's eye, where it replayed, and Gaara could remember too well, almost feeling old injuries burn.
Gaara sighed.
Temari was a victim too.
She wasn't his enemy. He'd have to remember that too.
Okay, next time, in Shades of Light and Dark:
Sasuke: About time I get the spotlight.
Me: You'll be in the next chapter and the next and the next.
Sasuke: Great. About time.
Me: You get to be an asshole for the majority of the time.
Sasuke: Not much different than in the anime/manga, then, huh?