Fic 14. Prompt 031. 'Sunrise.'
Naruto had never been the type to enjoy sunrises. He was usually blissfully asleep, and he stayed that way (if he could) until 11:00, at the earliest. This all changed when Gaara moved in with him.
They slept tightly wound around each other, Naruto's face buried in the back of Gaara's neck and his arms wrapped around the thin, sharp body, so when Gaara slipped away that first morning, he knew. He frowned, flinging a hand out to crawl through the sheets in search of Gaara. His love monkey wasn't there; this irritated him mightily.
Grunting, he rolled out of the bed and stomped his feet into boots, his breath steaming in the chill air of a Konoha winter. Only Gaara would get up at seven in the fucking morning in winter! Unlocking the door to his apartment, he climbed up the rickety fire escape, poking his head over the brick lip of the roof.
Gaara sat cross-legged atop the electrical shack, the nesting pigeons that populated the roof swarming him. He almost glowed in the warm light of dawn, red hair catching the light and multiplying it into a fire. He was also shirtless, pale skin goosebumped with cold.
"Hey, Gaara!" Naruto pulled himself up and crossed the roof, leaping onto the shack and scattering pigeons. "You've gotta be crazy, coming out here this early without a shirt!" Gaara tilted his head, gazing at him in bemusement. Naruto answered the unasked question, "'cause it's fucking cold, that's why!" He let his head fall into his hands. "Okay, Silency Mc-Stares-A-Lot, get over here." He wriggled out of his oversized gray T-shirt, pulled Gaara to rest between his spread legs, and slid the shirt down over both of them. "Much better."
They sat and watched the sunset, as they would do for years to come.