Serenity:...Oh, my kami. I haven't done anything for weeks. GOMEN GOMEN GOMEN!
I am terribly sorry everyone! I've been so busy...Forgive me.
This is the sequel to 'Dreams of an Insomniac'. We love Gaara, and find pleasure at his beautiful misfortune...
Wow, I'm insane.
I don't Naruto. I one day hope to be rich enough to buy him from Masashi Kishimoto-sama.
"Gaara?"
This statement, a question, really, fell upon deaf ears.
The one addressed, formally known as Gaara-sama, stared blankly at the wall far ahead of him, looking at nothing. He had a mad look in his eye. Not mad as in 'I am going to kill everyone for fun and profit' mad. Nor was it 'I WILL kill you because you invaded my personal space and tried to give a teddy bear to me that I secretly missed though I would never admit it' mad. It was...a bothered mad.
Bothered, perhaps, isn't the correct word, but I digress.
Or, perhaps it is.
Gaara had no semblance of what he ought to do. Dreams haunted him though he did not sleep. Words unspoken tormented him, though he did not dare think them.
What was happening?
"Gaara?" The inquisition came once more.
"What..is it?" Temari gazed at her younger brother with concerned eyes.
"You seem so out of odds lately...Are you feeling alright?"
Gaara didn't seem to have heard her. The empty, full, look of contemplation was ardent in his eyes...but she didn't notice or understand. What could her little baby brother, now a full time Kazekage, think so deeply about that didn't concern the country's welfare?
Perhaps...?
No.
It COULDN'T be.
Could it?
'Naruto...' Gaara thought absent mindedly as he sighed.
"GAARA!" A joyous voice rang loudly through the room and reverberated off of the walls.
Gaara was suddenly snapped out of his reverie as his eyes looked up.
There, in all his kitsune like glory, stood Naruto.
"...Have you ever heard the ter: Speak of the Devil and He shall appear?"
Endness.