Gaara's Love
Summary: Saahra has her room set up next to Gaara's. She joins him in his because she's afraid he might be lonely. More emotions from Gaara.
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Drama
Chapter 7: I've Fallen in Love
Saahra was set up in her room. I sat in mine and listened to the conversation between my sister and the girl.
"I don't know what you've done to him," Temari was saying, "but I've never seen him like this before. What is he to you?"
"Uh… He's… er… I met him when we were little." That was all she could say?
When I thought about it, I didn't even know the answer to the question. What is she to me? I asked myself. I have done things for her that I normally wouldn't even do for Temari or Kankurou. I thought about it while the two continued to talk.
Temari's voice was strong and unwavering it. It had always been. She was afraid of me, but when I needed control, she would falter. Saahra was very nervous and her voice was small. She made a lot of little noises when she went to talk. I had to admit that it was a little cute.
"When did you get locked in that room?" my sister asked.
"Uh… N-not long after I met Gaara," she replied in a small voice. "Actually, I…" She made another noise that I didn't recognize. "I was taken… right when I went to… hm… play with him."
I saw the image of her in front of me, handing me the red ball. (look up) I realized what she meant. She was the first person to see me as a human. I smiled to myself and remembered my uncle's words.
"I'll let Gaara know you're settled," Temari said. Her voice was by the door. "He's right next door if you need anything." I heard the door open and close. There was no movement. It worried me a little, but Saahra was still weak.
The door opened and closed again. I tried to think of where she might be going. There was a soft knock my door. I stood up and answered the door.
"Hi…" she said. She was smiling slightly and her face was pink.
I blinked, unsure why she looked like that. It was kind of cute. "Yes?"
"The room is… lonely," she whispered. "I thought you might be lonely, too." She didn't speak with all of her noises.
I understood what she was saying. I thought that I was alone before, but Saahra had been locked in a room for years with only pain. She was physically living in my emotional hell. I stood aside for her to enter.
She stepped in and looked around. "Your room is so dark," she whispered. "There's no futon. Do you not sleep?"
I closed the door and went to the curtains. I rose one up, letting light in. "No," I said. I didn't really want to get into why I didn't. I looked out the window. The view was of half of the village.
Saahra stood beside me and looked out, too. I glanced at her through the corner of my eye. Her eyes were sad and lonely. I could tell that they could never hold anger or hate towards anyone. She was so fragile just by the look of her. I looked back out the window.
"What's so different about you?" she asked. "Why do people look at you the way you do?"
"I'm a monster," I whispered, turning away from the window and her. "That's all you need to know."
"You're not a monster," she said, unmoving. "You have the same expressions and feelings as everyone else. What makes you think you're a monster?"
"I have the badger demon inside of me," I said. "She controls the sand. If I sleep, she will take control of my body and kill everyone, even you."
"That doesn't make you a monster," she whispered. Her voice was shaking. "It makes you a protector. You stay awake to protect the people around you and yourself." She choked on her last word and I heard her fall to her knees.
I turned my head to look at her. She was hugging herself like she had earlier and her whole body was shaking. Naruto was the only person to have cried for me before because we knew the same thing. He also had a monster inside of him. I turned around and moved so I stood between her and the window. I kneeled down in front of her. She looked at me and I saw her face was soaked with tears. There was a pang in my chest. I reached a hand up and put it on her cheek.
"I don't need someone to cry over me," I told her. "I did that enough already." I wiped her cheek clean.
"But you've been so nice to me," she cried. "You saved me. How can people fear you?"
"I wasn't always like this," I told her. "Before I set my mind to kill anyone who challenged me. If I was the same, I wouldn't have found you." I suddenly heard my heart beat loudly and the pain I felt from her tears went away. "I wouldn't… have fallen in love with you." What?