Gaara's Love
Summary: Saahra has a flashback before she fully awakens. She is afraid that Gaara didn't really say everything he meant. There's always a first for everything.
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Drama
Chapter 11: Love
I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling. For a second, I thought that I was back in the small room where I was beaten every day. I looked around and saw that there were a lot of people in the room. My memory failed me for a minute. I saw Gaara first and smiled at him. I looked around again and recognized Sakura-san, Temari, and Gaara's brother.
"How…" I was about to ask what had happened, but I remembered. A man came into my room while I was leaning against the wall, crying. He cut my wrist and gave me a knife. He told me that Gaara didn't care about me and he was using me. I didn't know whether to believe him or not. I looked at Gaara. My chest burned, making my eyes water.
"You're safe now," he whispered to me. He put a hand on my cheek. I heard the other people in the room exit.
"Is it true?" I asked.
He blinked. "Is what true?" he asked, confused.
"Do you really not care about me? Do you really love me? Are you really using me? I don't want what he said to be true. It hurts enough that you were pushing me away before. It really hurts." I closed my eyes and let tears squeeze out. The man's voice rang in my ears.
"Where does it hurt, Saahra?" Gaara asked me in a very soft voice. "I only know how to heal one type of wound."
I opened my eyes. Does he really think he can help? I don't know what to believe, though. That man… he seemed so sure… But I want to trust him. I put a hand on my chest. "Here," I whispered.
He leaned over me and kissed my lips gently. My whole face was hot and I didn't know what to do. He looked into my eyes with his face a few centimeters away from mine. The pain my chest was gone. I knew then that the man who hurt my wrist was lying. Gaara did care about me. He did love me.
"Saahra, I don't know what happened," he whispered to me, not moving. "I wish I had been able to protect you from whatever did this to you. I don't want to see you hurting ever again. You're the first person to ever love me or to ever think of me as human. You're very important to me because of that. I love you."
I smiled, still crying, but because I was happy. "He told me you didn't care," I whispered. "He was lying. You do care." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you, too."
He kissed me again and I returned it.