All I Ever Wanted Was Love

I'm Ashamed

Gaara stood leaning against the wall as he carefully watched the back of the brown-haired girl as she rummaged through the drawers in search for a robe.

Her movements were still so graceful- the way she had always been back then, he reminisced.

"Its here somewhere… I think…" she muttered, fully absorbed in her search.

The shinobi just blinked in response.

'Still unorganized as ever,' he inwardly smirked, remembering the old Kawamura residence littered with cereal boxes.

His eyes were resting on the black leather bracelets that held a red gem-like orb that she wore on each wrist.

'She didn't have those before…'

But now that he thought about it… the present Kisa had a lot of things that she didn't have before…

His eyes slowly traveled over her body.

Her hair was still the same brown as six years ago, but now it was a lot longer… reaching the small of her back.

His eyes went to her face.

Her eyes were still as bright as ever- though they looked black due to it being nighttime.

She still had the scar that he had given her all those years ago when he first visited their house.

His eyes kept traveling down.

Her shirt was white… 'And too short for her long torso,' he examined, almost frowning. (AN: it's called a tank top, Gaa-chan)

Her tanned, flat stomach showed.

His eyes kept going down.

Her belt… 'No… her forehead protector,' he corrected himself when he saw the flash of metal, was red.

For some reason, seeing the Konoha emblem on her forehead protector bothered him.

It didn't suit her. No, not at all.

The Sand Village's emblem should be there instead.

His eyes went lower.

She was wearing a black mini skirt.

'How does she fight in that' he pondered, as his eyes kept traveling down.

She had long legs.

Gaara frowned when he saw a thin scar across her left calf.

'She's gotten hurt before…'

For some other reason… the idea of him not being the only one to have given her a scar didn't appeal to him.

Her legs shifted, making him realize that she could feel his intense stare.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't examine me so closely," she spoke, not turning around.

Gaara's eyes snapped right back up to the back of her head.

'Had she noticed me watching her this whole time?' Gaara's eyes narrowed.

"With the way you stare at people, it's quite obvious that you were staring at me," she said as if in response to his question.

"You've changed a lot," he retorted, "You never wore anything that showed so much skin back then."

Laughing, Kisa turned around.

"I've changed a lot?" she smiled at him, "You've changed too, you know, Sabaku no Gaara. And besides, it was the desert and I was young. I had nothing to show and I didn't want to get burnt."

She turned back to the drawer to rummage some more.

Gaara was confused.

'Nothing to show?'

"Oh! Here it is…" she turned back to her companion, pulling out a light forest green robe.

"It'll bring out your eyes!" she happily exclaimed.

Gaara, not to sure how to respond to such a happy comment, just stared at her, troubled by what she had called him earlier.

"…Sa…chan." He said, unused to the way it felt on his tongue anymore.

Kisa looked like she was about to drop the robe.

"Wh… what?" she whispered, not wanting to believe what she had heard.

'Sa-chan," he repeated louder as if annoyed that she hadn't heard him correctly the first time.

Slowly a genuine smile crept upon her face.

"You remembered what you used to call me," she spoke, walking to him, holding out the robe.

"You told me to call you by that name," he quietly whispered as he took it from her.

Their hands lightly brushed each other's.

Her eyes met his.

And for a cosmic moment, the two were lost in their own world and love sprung forth as they both felt a certain longing blossom from within them.

A longing to be loved.

A longing to be held.

A longing to be kissed.

A longing to be cherished forever.

And a longing… wait- what?

HAHA.

Just kidding, guys.

Love don't come that easily.

And all you fan girls out there reading this… close your mouth. You're getting drool on your keyboard.

Yeah, yeah. It's not everyday you get to see Gaara in a towel. XD

Oh yes, and thank you oh-so much lily-sama. I'll have to repay you with some swiffers, ne?

Carrying on…

Gaara took the robe from her hands, his hands ever-so lightly brushing hers.

Dark brown eyes met pale green ones.

"Put this on, Gaa-chan…" she whispered almost seductively in his ear as she turned and walked to her bed and plopped down on it.

Gaara blinked and headed for the bathroom.

He couldn't find the words to describe that girl. (AN: It's called seductive, slutty, and strange, Gaa-chan!)

Gaara stepped out of the bathroom.

He realized how quiet everything was.

Walking towards a cushion to find a nice spot on the ground to sit, he stopped by Kisa's bed.

'She's asleep…' he noted.

Ignoring the voice in his head that told him to let her be, he took a step closer.

Her steady breathing quickened.

"Nn…"

Gaara blinked down at the girl.

'She talks in her sleep?'

He turned away to go sit and… well… sit.

"Gaara…"

Gaara stopped and turned back, expectantly.

But Kisa was still asleep.

This was going to be annoying, he contemplated to himself.

He turned to go sit again when he heard her mumble in her sleep again.

"Don't… leave… me…"

He held his breath.

"… alone…"

That was it.

He walked back to her bedside and nudged her awake.

"Why?" he demanded.

She awoke, startled.

"…Gaara?"

"Why can't I leave you alone?" he demanded to know.

"Wha-what? That was a dream?" she looked confused, pulling herself into a sitting position.

"You said that I can't leave you alone when you were asleep. I want to know why. Tell me." His aquamarine eyes glared at her with a hint of something in his voice…

'Pleading?'

"My… dream…?" Kisa looked bewildered, "I-I… "

"What did you dream about me?" he commanded.

Kisa looked down at her lap… she couldn't hide it from him…

"I was… ashamed… of what I am…" her fingers twisted within the grasp of each other, "I… I needed you. But you disappeared…"

Kisa bowed her head.

"I'm sorry…"

But her words did not reach his ears.

I needed you.

Why did those words sound so beautiful to him?

I needed you.

Needed you.

'Kisa… needs me…?'

Gaara looked away.

Kisa looked back up at her childhood friend.

His robe was tied loosely about his waist.

The green really did bring out his pale eyes.

She could still see her pendant resting on his pale chest.

"Gaa-chan?"

The boy had recollected himself into his silent demeanor and looked back down at the girl.

"You won't… You won't leave me. Will you?"

His eyes turned cold.

"You left me."

He turned to go.

Suddenly, he felt arms encircle his waist, as a body was pressed to his back.

"…onegai…" he heard her whisper.

"…don't leave me… don't leave me to deal with my nightmares alone…" she pleaded.

"They're terrifying, you know," Kisa explained.

The two were sitting on Kisa's bed, side by side.

'Just like the old days,' Kisa smiled to herself.

"… Your dreams?" Gaara questioned.

"I wouldn't called them dreams," she gave a small smile, "But yeah, they are."

Her arm was slightly touching the sleeve of his robe.

A sound of pittering and pattering came from outside.

"Oh…" Kisa closed her eyes to listen, "It's raining."

Gaara watched her, then mimicked her.

"What about your dreams?" she casually asked.

The red-haired boy looked at the girl.

"My dreams…"

Gaara knew that she didn't mean all those nights he had spent awake.

"… my… I… I dreamt of… you," He admitted.

A small blush tinted the girl's face, but it was dark in the cabin now, so Gaara couldn't see.

'Thank goodness.'

But with what he could see, there was a very nice spot on her shoulder that he wanted to try out.

Kisa had leaned her head back against the wall when she felt the brush of soft hair as Gaara's head rested on her shoulder.

'He smells good…' she mused to herself as she inhale his scent.

Slowly, she let her cheek come to rest on his head.

"I don't want to dream…" she heard him murmur.

"…Why?"

"Because I don't know what they will be about…"

"That's true…"

"What about you… Sa-chan?"

"I don't like to dream."

"How come?"

"Because… I've been running my whole life… but I can't run away from my dreams."

Gaara closed his eyes, breathing in deeply- she smelled like… 'That flower…' Gaara couldn't remember what it was called, but it was soothing.

"Running?" he sleepily murmured.

"Yeah…"

Something clicked in Gaara's quickly falling out consciousness mind.

"My clothes…"

He felt Kisa's cheek lift up from his head, but was soon replaced by her hand instead.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "The rain will stop soon- your clothes will be dry by morning."

He sleepily nodded from his spot on her shoulder.

Suddenly, she felt Gaara's full weight drop onto her as she realized he must have fallen asleep.

She smiled down at the sleeping boy, wondering whether she should do what she kept herself from doing earlier…

'He wouldn't know…'

Softly, she placed a kiss on the top of his head then laid her head atop his again.

"Tonight," she murmured as she felt herself falling asleep as well, "tonight, we'll share the same dream."

Ah. Yes. I can just feel the murderous glares of all of Gaara's fangirls out there… I feel… threatened. T-T Please don't come after me with butterknives? It's not nice!

Anyways… yes, Gaara does seem WAY outta character doesn't he? Actually, it seems more reasonable that he is this talkative and touchable. Just think about it. Gaara's had to be carried a lot during the manga and anime. I just think that he'd be more likely to react to touch because he lacked a lot of physical affection. Not only that, if you have not noticed, Gaara isn't actually as silent and grumpy as many people portray him to be. He actually talks a lot. Either aloud or in his head, it's all the same in the manga and anime. He really does do his share of talking in the anime.

Kisa awoke to the first light of dawn.

Groggily, she rubbed away sleep from her eyes.

Next to her was her best friend, still fast asleep.

He was the reason she always woke up this early.

She settled herself down under her blanket as she watched his steady breathing.

Over the past few days, Gaara had been sleeping more and more, causing his dark rings around his eyes to begin to fade a little.

'Just a little…'

She smiled as she reached out with a hand to play with a couple of wayward strands of his red hair.

She almost let out a giggle as his nose twitched at the tickled feeling of his hair brushing against his face.

He was just too adorable when he was asleep- the very reason why she was wide-awake at this ungodly hour.

She watched his expressionless, sleeping face.

His skin was so smooth and pale.

His hair was so soft and tousled.

And those rings about his eyes.

She smiled as they reminded her of a sleeping raccoon.

'And a Pooky-san!'

Pooky-san was Kisa's favorite stuffed animal that Ibiki had bought her as a welcoming present to Konoha. Ironically enough, Pooky-san was a panda, which instinctively reminded Kisa of Gaara.

She laid there, playing with his hair and watching him sleep- just as she had been for the past few days, and just as she would for the next few hours.

Nevertheless, she always out of bed at the first sign of his rousing.

After all, what would Gaara think if he knew she was the one to cause many irritating twitches in his sleep?

Gaara was breathing heavily.

It was only several days ago that Kisa had brought him out to this field- her training field.

Gaara took it to his advantage that he could train some here.

The field was located out of the cabin genjutsu's range, so it actually took some time to get back to the cabin.

Kisa would train with him for a while before heading back to the cabin to make lunch.

He let a smile grace his lips as he remembered her fighting style- chakrams with blades.

How she ever figured that she could beat him with those was completely incomprehensible by him.

Even with her ability…

Gaara was lost into his train of thoughts that he didn't notice the silent presence come up behind him.

"GUESS WHO!" Kisa yelled, covering the dark ringed eyes of her friend.

"Guess who!" A six-year old Gaara cried out as he came up from behind and covered his best friend's eyes.

Kisa, who was still five, stood there, not moving.

"Sa-chan?" Gaara became worried as he leaned his head forward to see if she was okay.

Suddenly, a tickling sensation came to his hands.

Laughing, Gaara took away his hands.

"That's not fair! That tickles!" he laughed.

Kisa turned around smiling.

"You're the one who tried to play 'guess who?' on me!" she reminded him.

She leaned in on him.

"Those were called butterfly kisses."

Gaara blinked and looked up into the brown swirls of his friend's eyes.

"Eh? What's a kiss?"

Kisa smiled and pecked him on the cheek.

"That's a kiss!"

Gaara stood, blushing and unsure of what to do.

"But… butterflies can't kiss…"

It was Kisa's turn to laugh.

"Iunno… Kyo-nii-san told me about it. Maybe you can go ask him about it sometime…"

Gaara nodded in agreement to his friend's suggestion.

"But…"

Gaara's attention was caught by his friend again.

"Kisses… kisses are usually from here," Kisa touched her lips, "To here," she moved her finger to Gaara's lips.

Gaara panicked as the darkness consumed him.

'Kisa… trying to take advantage of me when I let my guard down…'

He would never lose to her… no matter how off guarded he was.

Whirling around, he knocked Kisa onto the ground, but fell as well…

On her.

Gaara blinked, blush tinting his pale cheeks at their closeness, fully aware that his body was pressed upon hers.

It was apparent that Kisa was fully aware of this too for she was blushing as well.

However, neither moved.

Swirling brown eyes were locked upon pale green ones.

Breathing was hard- more for Kisa than Gaara.

She looked away.

"A kiss…"

Her eyes went back to his, questioning him.

"You gave me that kiss before…"

Her eyes took him away into a trance.

"Then… You said that people usually kiss each other on the mouth."

His voice was deep… and… almost seductive… to Kisa at least.

There was too much tension.

Too much want.

Just too much…

Gaara closed his eyes as he brought his lips down to meet hers.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the touch of his lips.

Waiting…

Wanting…

But never having.

"GAARA!"