Transfer Student 12
Naruto followed the Suna teen out the door, feeling the cold bite of the evening air against his skin. The flaxen teen could feel Gaara shaking with anger, his hand firmly wrapped around the blonde's wrist as they walked down the street, unknown to Naruto where they were going.
The deep red of Gaara's blood stood up against his pale skin, knuckles oozing and the bruising from the sheer force of repeatedly punching Sasuke was starting to blossom on the creamy canvas of the Suna teens skin.
They walked in silence. Gaara leading the way somewhere, his grip softened on the blondes' wrist. "You alright?" he asked in a hoarse voice, making the blonde jump "I, I'm alright" a shiver running down his spine as the wind whipped around them, stealing precious head. Icy blue eyes looked into the blondes' eyes, seeing how they sparkled like sapphires. Naruto stared back, usually icy blue eyes seemed a rich teal colour in the weak light, milky skin practically glowing making the usually grumpy teen seem almost angelic.
The blonde shivered, his insides clenching with a strange jittery sensation. *What is this?* the blonde wondered in confusion, this feeling completely new to him. Another shiver ran up the blondes' spine but for a slightly different, confused reason.
The Suna teen felt the others hand tremble, indicating he was cold. The corner of his mouth twitched, threatening to crack his face with a smile. His hand released the smaller tanned one as he spun on his heels, pulling off his jacket in one smooth movement before slipping it over the blondes' shoulders without saying a word, once again taking the blondes wrist and continuing to lead, a hint of a blush settling on his cheeks as he did so.
b-bmp, b-bmp, B-BMP!
Naruto's heart beat a little harder as Gaara pulled of his jacket, slipping it around his shoulders *what?* the blondes brain felt fried as he tried to process why the hell his was heart was racing, his cheeks felt like they were on fire with what was most likely a deep crimson blush *I don't get this, why is this happening?* The comforting earthy vanilla scent of the Suna teens jacket only seemed to add to the confusing reaction.
They walked in silence for several minutes, Naruto in a confused little world of his own while Gaara was pondering *Why would Sasuke kiss Naruto in front of me? If he wanted to, he could have tried to get him alone… but he didn't even attempt to… Like he was trying to piss me off* a small frown appeared on the Suna teens lips.
"Urm, Gaara… where are we going?" The flaxen teen snapped Gaara out of his thoughts with an unsure and quiet voice. Gaara looked backwards to meet the gaze he knew was on him "my place, too dark for you to go home"
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Naruto felt his heart beat harder against his rib cage and his blood run cold in panic *his place, GAARA'S PLACE?!* His brain screamed at him as the idea sank in, acting as a catalyst for the confusing jittery feeling, increasing it ten-fold. The feeling of nervous bile creeping up his throat made Naruto shiver as he swallowed hard, trying to remain calm, his mind screaming at him this was a bad idea but not wanting to turn tail and flee.
When they stopped, they were outside a respectably sized detached house; it was rather plane looking with neat garden and small gravel path leading up to the front door. It didn't seem to suit Gaara at all; he seemed like the type who would live in some sort of dark and moody looking place, not this. *Maybe it's more his parents type of place?* the blonde thought questionably as he was lead toward the front door. The Suna teen relinquished his hold on the blondes' wrist to collect his from his left trouser pocket before jamming it in the lock and opening the door.
The interior was once again rather plane, the walls a natural sandy colour and any furniture was wooden, nothing was overly bright but that earthy vanilla smell confirmed Gaara lived here. The blonde entered cautiously "Are you sure your family isn't going to mind you having someone over so late, I don't want to intrude" The Suna teen looked back at the blonde "I live alone" he said simply, The flaxen teen nodded in understanding *He lives alone like me* Naruto thought sadly *maybe he gets as lonely as I do* Naruto smiled sadly, he himself living alone, understood that it was lonely, especially if you were as unpopular as himself and Gaara. Gaara wandered off with a wave of his arm indicating for him to follow, which he did.
Gaara made his way through the house to the kitchen, a smile threatened to crack his porcelain features. The idea of Naruto being in his home, alone with him, made him weirdly proud. The Uchiha could be forgotten for now, for all he cared, the world could go to hell as long as he was in the company of his desire.
Looking through the cupboards and fridge, all he could find suitable were instant ramen cups and rice balls. "Are you alright with rice balls and Ramen cups?" The Suna teen asked monotonously, his icy blue eyes looking back from the cupboard to the blonde teen. Naruto's face seemed to light up at the mention or ramen "Ramen? Yes!" He near squealed in delight at the mention of the delicious noodle dish "I LOVE RAMEN!" the blonde cried joyously making Gaara stare at him in confusion, his eyes gleaming with amusement at his house guests' reaction.
The blonde waited impatiently at the table for the 3 minutes to be up, fidgeting with anticipation for his beloved ramen. Gaara watched him from the other side of the table, the way his nose twitched from the scent, his whisker masking making him almost fox like in appearance. The second 3 minutes was up, the blonde dove in, slurping at the noodles, little spots of ramen broth speckling table and whiskered cheeks alike, as a content blush settled on the blondes' face. The red head watched, in awe of the others, for lack of a better word, cuteness.
Deep sapphire eyes met with icy blue as Naruto looked up from his ramen to see Gaara staring at him. "What's up?" The blonde asked nervously, wondering if he had done something wrong.
Gaara's eyes darkened, changing from light blue to teal. The red head moved forward slightly, his fingers lightly gliding against the blondes' whickered cheeks. Naruto's breath hitched in confusion, the intense stare of the Suna teen captivating him. Gaara's hands were soft and warm, ghosting the whickers in an almost teasing fashion before pulling back from the blondes face.
Gaara's tongue lightly traced his finger, slowly. His eyes never broke contact with Naruto's. The moist muscle twisted along the pale digit leaving a slight trail of saliva. The blondes heart slammed against his rib cage, his cheeks stained crimson and his breathing became irregular, all those teal eyes stared back at him, burning with some unknown emotion *Oh. My. God* was all the blondes brain could muster, far more concerned with what the Suna teens tongue was doing.
Gaara's tongue ended it's twisting dance, a fine strand of saliva connecting his pale lips to his moistened finger. The blonde shivered in his chair "W,what was that about?" the blonde asked his voice barely a whisper. Gaara's mouth twitched "Ramen broth" the suna teen stated matter-o-factly, his voice holding a slight teasing tone. The blonde nodded in a daze, unknowing to him that inside Gaara was smirking like a Cheshire cat.
