Lee's Point of view for a chapter!

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Chapter 6: What ever happened to the good old days?

"Lee, would you like to see an even more beautiful view of the village?" He asked me as he made his way to the door. I didn't want to leave his room; it was a nice feeling, knowing I was in his room, that I was here, in his private area, and he didn't kick me out. But I still nodded as he opened the door and led me into the office. I had been so focused on getting everything locked up for Gaara-san and getting to him that I hadn't stopped to really look at the different rooms in the building. I looked around the office, amazed. It was really spacious and organized. But as I looked over to where Gaara-san was standing I could feel myself become agape. It was a giant widow that took up almost the entire wall. A thick red curtain had hid it before but as Gaara-san pulled back the curtain I knew this was something he was proud of. He turned back towards me and gave me a small proud smile.

"Its amazing Gaara-san!" I declared, walking closer to him and the window. You could see all of the main village and everything in it. The sun rising behind it only added to the beauty of it all. There were a few early risers already out on the street, making the scene almost surreal.

"Yes, this window was already like this when I became the Kazekage, though. I just added the crimson curtains." He said, thinking I was complementing the window.

"No, Gaara-san, not the window. Your village, it's so beautiful, just like you." I said, letting my thoughts slip out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. But it was too late; I just had to hope he wasn't angry. I awaited his reaction but he was silent. He just looked out at the village, a half smile on his face.

"I finished my paper work for today beforehand so all I'd really like to do today is organize this place a bit. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow, you know." He said suddenly as he walked over to the high backed leather chair behind his desk.

"I know, I'm sorry, Gaara-san." I said, looking at him as he gracefully sat down in the chair and turned towards me. He looked even smaller in that huge chair, I wondered if he knew that? He was wearing his usual grimace but seeing him look so small made him irresistibly cute. I wanted to just pick him up and cuddle him but I knew that would only make matters worse.

"It's not your fault, Lee. If anything I'm glad you came today. It makes things more interesting." He said as he smiled mischievously at me. Like he was plotting something and my arriving early made his plans run that much smoother. I wondered what he was thinking about. And why was he staring at me like that? Why was this all seeming like sexual innuendo and yet this was a very serious conversation? Did I think everything he said was sexual? And why would I think like that? Why did I feel this way about him in the first place? While I was busy thinking, he turned back to his desk and began to organize it, even though it already looked pretty well organized. I saw him pull out a small paper that looked somewhat like a photograph and he quickly shoved it under some papers, like it was something he shouldn't have. I was curious to what the picture was of but I didn't ask him. What if it was pornography? Or a picture of someone he really cared about? For a split second I thought maybe it was a photograph of myself, but that was hoping for too much. Why would he want a photograph of me? He didn't even kind of like me. He had even tried to kill me… And yet I felt these feeling for him.

It was a very clean office, and as I said, rather spacious. But it was also kind of empty. I saw there were no other chairs in the room, and other than the desk and chair Gaara-san was already in there were only a few potted plants in the room. So I chose to sit on the floor against the wall by a small plant that looked sort of like a palm tree. From where I was I had a side view of Gaara-san organizing his desk. I was wondering what he looked like from the front, sitting at the large desk in that oversized chair. Being the small person he was I bet it was a rather comical sight. He's so angry, sad, and lonely, yet insanely cute. Maybe that was why I liked him so much? No, it went deeper than that. My feelings were confusing me and I wondered what made me feel this way toward him. I couldn't even remember when I had started feeling this way towards him. I mean, after he broke my arm and leg, I had nearly hated him. But now, all those feelings seemed to vanish. I'd forgiven him, and more than that, I felt my feelings ran deeper than I could ever tell.

And how had Gai-sensei known I needed to see Gaara-san? How had he gotten Gaara-san to agree to see me? Did Gaara-san agree because he felt something towards me? Did he agree because he thought I'd amuse him? I looked up at Gaara-san, who was completely ignoring me; he was still messing around with the items in his desk. I felt sad because he was ignoring me, I had come all this way to see him and now all he could think of to do while I was here was organize his already organized desk? I wanted to throw him down and express my feelings towards him in ways that would probably make him smack me. But I really didn't care. My head was spinning with all the things I could do to him before the sun could rise completely and the workers arrive here. I didn't care about the consequences; I wanted to express my love for him. But I stopped myself. What if I went too fast? What if I scared him away? What if I was wrong and he still hated me, and the only reason he agreed to let me come see him was so that he could kill me? I was being a lot more pessimistic than usual. Did thinking about someone too much cause you to become like them? Because the more I thought about Gaara-san the more I frowned. Yet I knew I no longer hated him. Was this feeling I had towards him really love? If it wasn't love, what was it? I'm asking myself too many questions that have no real answers. I was just making myself feel insane.

I decided to stop thinking so much, so I just gazed at Gaara-san absentmindedly. Not thinking of anything in particular I noticed how swiftly Gaara-san moved. How nice he looked, how cute he was in long sleeves. How pale he was and how much his red hair was a contrast to that. How majestic the tattoo on his forehead looked. One word, written in kanji, 'love.' He didn't seem to be full of love and yet it was there, etched into his forehead. In fact, he seemed very depressed, and lonely. I wondered how that made him feel, to be so sad and lonely, yet have the word 'love' carved into his skin.

But, right at this moment he didn't seem as sad or lonely, he seemed almost pleased. He was also looking healthier, lovelier than I had remembered. And it was then I got up without realizing it. I walked toward him in a daze; he didn't even notice me until I was only a step away from him. He turned to look at me, to ask me what I was doing. But before he could utter a word I leaned down, almost kneeling. I took his face and cupped it into my hands before I laid my lips upon his. He put up little to no resistance. He stiffened when I first put my lips to his but as I moved myself even closer to him he seemed to loosen, almost lean into me. I moved my hands to rest upon his small shoulders as my tongue begged for entrance into his mouth. He slowly parted his lips as I shoved my tongue in. Even I was surprised at how passionate I was feeling. As my tongue took dominance over his mouth, I heard him moan into me. It caught me off guard, his sudden emotion, and made me want him even more. It excited me and I almost forgot to break away to breathe. As I broke away, we both panted, our breath hot on each other's faces. Only an inch away from his face, I could feel our mingled saliva running down my chin, and I knew he probably had even more on him. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes, a small successful smile on my face. I heard him take in a fast breath as I leaned into him, pressing my lips against his once more. More than that, I pressed my entire self against him, wanting to feel him with every inch of me. I felt him place his arms around me, slowly, with caution. I put my own arms around him, while continuing to explore his mouth with my tongue. I felt him go limp with pleasure in my arms as he let a small moan escape him. I moved my hands to the small of his back, lifting his shirt slightly, putting my hands under it, feeling his warm flesh. Just as I was thinking of completely removing the shirt I heard a faraway sound that reminded me of someone opening a door. I ignored it; I'd come too far to stop now. I don't even think Gaara-san heard the sound, so I continued, not caring that some woman I didn't recognize was standing at the door. She looked as us, agape. She seemed in shock for a moment and I was glad; gave me more time to hold him here in my arms.

"Gaara-sama…" She finally uttered softly, finally getting Gaara-sans attention. As she said this I felt Gaara-san stiffen in my arms and break away from me, to look at her in shock. Trying to play the part of someone caught red-handed, I quickly broke away from him and wiped my mouth on my arm, which was covered in bandages, so it wasn't like I was wiping saliva on my skin. He wiped his mouth too, but kept his arm there as if to hide his blushing face. His face was almost the same shade of crimson as his hair. When he finally took his arm away from his face he had somewhat regained control over his features.

"Oh, Shiya, fancy meeting you here." He said lamely as he laughed at himself nervously. I took a step to the side as Gaara-san moved his chair to face her completely. He hadn't even looked at me, and for some reason that made me feel miserable.