Possession
kawaiichiisaikitsune(blackharu2)
Do not own...
This is one of my weirdo stories, that if you ask me I'll say it sucked! I am horrible at writing anything with the smallest bit of kissing... And with GaaLee, it seems to make it harder TTwTT So please just enjoy and comment... ((Sorry for OOC-ness is found))
Gaara was possessive.
If he wanted something he got it. And when he got it he made sure everyone knew it was his. He wouldn't settle for anything less when he has his eyes on something. He would take what was his with as much fight as needed.
Gaara was also the jealous type.
If he saw anyone touching what was rightfully his, he'd make sure they'd never touch it again. He would hurt the person so bad, maybe even kill them, if even a finger was laid on his object. He wouldn't let anyone even look at what was his without a glare in return, or more.
And at the moment, he had his eyes set on something. He wanted something and he would get it at any costs.
"Gaara-kun!" his new possession said, running up the him.
"Aa," he replied, keeping his emotions in check even though so many people were staring at his person!
"Gaara-kun," the shinobi started, but saw another person walking about, "Sakura-san!" he swooned. The girl waved politely to both boys and walked over to them.
"Lee-kun, Gaara-san, how are you?"
"Great!" the taijutsu master said with joy.
"Hn," Gaara responded, glaring at the bubblegum haired girl. Sakura shuddered under the intense stare.
"I'll see you guys later." she stated, quickly walking away from the duo. Lee turned to face the redhead, staring at him, confused.
"What's wrong, Gaara-kun?" the taijutsu mastered asked, concern evident in his voice and on his face.
"You're mine." Oh yeah, Gaara was also straight-forward.
"What?" the other questioned, eyes ready to pop out.
"You're mine," he repeated in a stern tone.
"But, Gaara-kun... You can't just make me yours," he protested, "You have to at least ask."
"No, you're mine," Gaara said in a don't-you-dare-argue-with-me tone.
"Gaara-kun!" the other whined, "I can't be yours."
"Why not?"
"We don't feel anything like that toward each other."
"We don't?"
"No, we don't."
"Why not?"
"Because you don't feel love," Lee said, sorrow in his voice.
"And you?"
"I would like," the Leaf Nin answered, eyes downcast.
"Like what?"
"Like you to like me, but--"
"Your mine."
"Fine, Gaara-kun. I'll be yours," Lee replied with a sigh. He waited for a response but never got one from the Kazekage. He lifted his gaze on the grass to come in contact with bright turquoise eyes. The redhead was walking to him, a small smirk plastered on his face.
He put a sand-covered hand on the taller shinobi's right cheek and gingerly caressed the soft skin. His other hand rested on the boy's left shoulder, gripping the fabric.
Gaara leaned into the neck of his new prize and sucked at the tanned skin. He earned a few moans and shivers in the process of his mark, which he liked. When he was finished a red odd-shaped circle was present on Lee's neck.
"Your mine," the redhead stated before walking off in the direction of the exit of Konoha. He heard a shy "Gaara-kun" from his new possession, but only gave one look back. He smiled slightly to the taijutsu master before continuing on his trek.
Gaara was possessive. And when he got what he wanted, he'd make sure everyone knew it was his. Or in this case, he was his.
Owari
Reviews, please? They make me feel better. Glad to take your complaints and compliments...
Wow, Gaara was so... EEK! -faint- I...wanna...have...Gaara...do...that...to...me...so...lucky...Lee...