Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Weird authors note in the beginning of the story (HAH! Last one was in the middle): The song Where the Wild Things Are By: Metallica starts to play

POV

My whole life- no, my whole world was falling apart.

It was horrible.

I leaned against a tree, and was exhausted for no apparent reason.

I felt oddly out of breath, almost as if someone was constricting my lungs and holding my throat closed.

I had never felt such pain.

It was incredible.

I had always thought people hated me, but never knew it.

And the pain of loosing my brother, that was a different matter entirely.

I had always thought I resented him, despised him, loathed him with all of the black coals that barely kept the fading embers of my will alive.

Then, I met Gaara.

I had felt so alive that the flames in my soul threatened to lick greedily at my skin and char my body.

It was the most wonderful feeling ever, I had actually felt alive.

Then, when Gaara died, my fire was fueled by rage and malice.

When I brought him back, I was so happy that the smell of love and lilacs softened the hungry light that was threatening to eat me slowly from the outside in.

I was so happy for a short while, the only reminder of pain was the harsh brush of death visions that burdened my mind.

Then, I was bored.

I was on the edge of a steep cliff, the ground threatening to give way under my light weight, sending me tumbling to the place where I met my doom, the day I was born.

The day the storm began, the death of the world. The vibe I got was one of those if you live; the world lives kind of things. I couldn't be sure though.

I felt a hand twist around my waist, and felt Gaara press against me.

It was wonderful to be with him, I could let my self go, let every thing go, all my troubles, my fears, my pain.

I started to cry again, the silent type, where you only saw tears.

I pressed my face into his shirt, letting out all of my emotion.

'Shhhh its ok… Sakura and I talked some sense into those people." Gaara whispered to me.

I nodded my head from my position against Gaara.

"Do- y-you –re-really think… that w-…will cha-change them?" I asked, barely able to say it due to the stuttering.

"Yes." He said.

I forced my self to stop crying looked into Gaara's eyes.

Gaara's POV

Kiyoshi looked into my eyes.

I searched their purple depths, and found pain, agony, questions, and hope.

The hope was the thing that really struck me.

She was still barely clinging to it, and slightly regaining it.

Even though she seemed tough from the outside, she was really very caring and delicate, or maybe even sensitive.

"You know what? We should just go into the woods and make out for a while. Don't you think?" I said, amusement in my tone.

I only let myself show this much emotion without trying to hide it around Kiyoshi.

She was perfect. We were made for each other like we came from machines.

"I like that idea." Said Kiyoshi, and I wiped a tear out of her eye.

Later that day…

Gaara's POV

Kiyoshi's hair was messy, and mine was too. I guess it didn't really matter since mine was always messy.

Kiyoshi was in a much better mood now.

I suddenly herd her cry out oddly.

"God damn it, not again!" she yelled/whined, and a chain of curses slurred out of her mouth incomprehensibly.

"What is it?" I asked, already on guard.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Bleeding… again." Grumbled Kiyoshi, and I noticed blood on her abdomen.

What had happened to her?

"What. Happened." I said angrily.

"I gotta go see Sakura, back in a sec, OK?" she asked, and was gone before I could even answer.

Sigh. I liked the beginning of that chapter, it was good with the whole soul flames thing, I have no idea what the hell to call it.

I'm gonna skip over a little bit in the next chapter, there gonna get married soon! Yay! Marriage! I personally think that chapter is gonna suck, the only things I know about love come from books.

`wooohh! Toast party At the pentagon!