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If: Woah. This chapter so came from left feild... Have y'all seen the second Naruto movie? B/c I just saw that and it was pretty cool... a general lack of Gaara, but still cool. I did get to see the sandman kick some ass, and then he just... disapeared... a few too many holes in that one... but anyway... I hope y'all like this new chapter!
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I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yes, I know it's true
that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
the way you did once upon a dream
-Once Upon A Dream, from Disney's Sleeping Beauty
The doctor entered soon after Temari and Naruto left, and soon the room was stuffed with nurses and specialists and doctors. Sasuke wasn't entirely sure why all of them were there, but he just went with it. Gaara on the other hand was nearly freaking out. Apparently he had never had this much attention put on him before. Gaara was panicking and Sasuke could tell by the way his eyes were darting all over the place. Sensing the others discomfort, Sasuke maneuvered his way through the crowd of people to get to his chair (that he had vacated as the doctors entered) and grab Gaara's hand. Gaara jumped, stared at Sasuke for a moment, and then startled the black eyed boy by giving him a tiny, barely visible, relieved smile. Sasuke grinned back at him and Gaara almost regretted smiling… almost. For some reason he just couldn't help but be mesmerized by the grin he received. Gaara was not happy about that.
Luckily for Gaara, the doctors soon left, but unluckily for him, he was told to sleep and injected with something to help him fall asleep. Gaara mumbled incoherently for a while and was soon back asleep.
Sasuke decided that now was the time he should go home and get some stuff and at least take a shower. It had been hard, not being to shower every day… but luckily some of the doctors had let him use a shower somewhere on the floor every other day. Sasuke really thought he could use a nice, long, hot … or maybe cold, shower. So he stood up, but before he could move away from Gaara's bed, a hand snapped up and grabbed him. Sasuke nearly cried out… nearly. Looking at the sleeping red head, Sasuke twitched. He was fast asleep and he had still grabbed him, uncannily accurately at that. Sasuke sighed; he guessed he'd be staying for the night… again. He plopped back into his chair and pulled it close to Gaara's bed so that he could lay his head on the bed.
There were other reasons Sasuke wanted to go home. He needed new clothes, he had been wearing the same thing for four days now, he wasn't happy about that. He figured he should let his bastard brother know he was still alive. And most importantly, he just needed to get away from Gaara. It wasn't that he didn't want to be around, it was more like he wanted some time to process the things he had been told. Sasuke knew that all that information hadn't fully hit him yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to be around Gaara when it hit him. For some reason, Sasuke had this sinking feeling that he would latch himself onto the other boy and never let go.
Sighing, Sasuke closed his eyes. Then it hit him.
Gaara's father hated him and wanted him dead; he went so far as to get someone to kill him. The guy he got just so happened to be the only person that was even decent to the red head. To top it all off, he had tried to have him killed at the tender age of six. Gaara barely survived the incident and was most likely emotionally scared and stunted for life. This boy shouldn't even be alive. He shouldn't be as tolerant to others as he seemed to be. This boy…
Sasuke looked at the peacefully sleeping Gaara. He felt that urge to just hold him and protect him from the world again, and this time he couldn't fight it. Sasuke crawled up into Gaara's bed and laid sprawled half on top of him. Sasuke wrapped his arm around that impossibly small waist; put a leg on Gaara's and nuzzled into the boy's neck. He was instantly asleep, barely knowing what he had done.
Gaara was, surprisingly, having a nice dream. There was no blood, no death, no pain… it was even sunny. For some reason it all scared Gaara. There were flowers, sunshine, it was a gorgeous field, there was no one around and cheesy music was even playing in the background. Gaara figured that this was indeed the sign of the apocalypse. Some on up there was playing a horrible, cruel joke on him. Gaara knew it, and no he wasn't paranoid, thank you very much.
Deciding on a whim to explore this world of incredibly scary happiness, Gaara wandered off to try and enter the forest. He naturally assumed that this as well would be happy. It was. Birds were twittering in the trees, the sun beamed through the canopy and there were critters everywhere. Gaara felt like Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White or something. He could swear a squirrel and some of his bunny friends were following him, it was disconcerting. And there was that cheesy music again! He was going to kill the DJ of this particularly scary in a whole new way dream. This was just disturbing.
Animals were frolicking, birds were singing to the music and even the trees were swaying to the beat. Gaara twitched. He looked down at himself. He stared… and stared… and screamed.
"Alright! Who's screwed up dream is this!" Gaara shouted tugging at the big puffy skirt of the beautiful emerald dress he was wearing. "I am not some freaking princess! I'm a freaking scary guy who will rip you to shreds if you so much as look at me wrong!"
Gaara's complaints fell on deaf ears. Twitching, Gaara pulled at the dress. He could swear this was the exact dress Sleeping Beauty wore in the Disney movie, and don't ask how he knew that. He just wanted the damn thing off! Off! But the dress was attached to poor Gaara, and in his dream of uncanny cuteness and torture, he couldn't remove it.
Gaara grumbled to himself and tried to shoo his menagerie of animals away. The damn squirrel and his bunny buddies had decided to invite some birds, a fawn or two, more squirrels and bunnies, a fox and one very grumpy raccoon. Gaara looked at the seemingly angry animal and sympathized.
"You don't want to be here either, do you?" he asked it. The raccoon decided to answer by biting him. Gaara growled and kicked the stupid thing. Gaara was really starting to hate this dream.
The fox nuzzled his leg and snuck up into his lap and curled up there. Gaara just looked at the critter before shrugging. He let himself pet the animal, which arched up into his touch. Maybe this dream wasn't too horrible…
And he had spoken too soon. He knew this song. He hated this song, and right about now that song was scaring the crap out of him. Twitching, Gaara came to the realization that he really was Sleeping Beauty in this Disney production of his dreams. Cursing, Gaara snagged the fox and tried to run away from the song of DOOM, as he had dubbed it. The fox just clung to him as he held it in his arms and ran as far as he could, knowing that he wasn't really going anywhere.
"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream," a very male voice sang. Gaara cursed. There was no way he was participating in this. He may be Sleeping Beauty but he wasn't going to sing and or kiss one Prince Charming. Gaara would much rather prick himself on a spindle wheel, thank you very much. But much to his dismay, Gaara noticed he was starting to hum to the song.
This wasn't happening, he wasn't going to give into this song, he wasn't going to give into these feelings. No way, no how. He was free right now, he didn't want to be chained down, smothered, and most of all he didn't want to deal with the crushing heartache that always came when one gave their heart to another.
It was at this point that Gaara noticed his little fox friend was gone. Gaara stopped his running and began searching around for his furry friend. He didn't know why he was so worried, but he just had this inexplicable need to find that little orange fox.
That voice was getting closer. Gaara could hear him approaching; he could hear the underbrush crack and break as Prince Charming came looking for his Sleeping Beauty. Gaara could no longer afford to look for his lost fox; he had to run, before it was too late. He took off in the opposite direction of the voice, only to hear another, very familiar voice start to sing and come towards him from that way. Gaara froze. He was cornered; there was no where he could go. He was going to get caught, and there was nothing he could do about it. Gaara suddenly was wishing for Maleficent, she was his favorite bad guy in Disney movies.
Gaara brought a hand up to his poor abused head. That dream had scared him for life. That dream would haunt him more than the words his father always told him. It was just creepy. Why the hell was he dreaming that he was Sleeping Beauty anyway? There was no reason for that! He was no girl, and he definitely didn't feel about anyone like that. Gaara sighed and tried to shift to lie on his side, only to find he couldn't move. Twitching and cracking an eye open, Gaara got a full view of a clump of black hair. Eyes widening to impossible largeness, Gaara couldn't do anything but just stare at that black hair, which was attached to one Uchiha Sasuke.
Gaara couldn't believe this. What the fuck was Sasuke doing in his bed, lying on top of him! That was just wrong! Did he really have a 'molest me' sign on his forehead? Was there any way to get it off? Could he just shoved Sasuke inconspicuously to the ground and pretend it was a mistake? Gaara thought about that last one for a while, and then decided he didn't have enough limbs available to do that. Gaara sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he would have to deal with Sasuke molesting him in his sleep until the teme woke up.
Sasuke meanwhile, was having the most wonderful dream about things not suited for little children to read. Big red Xs were running through his head along with several NC-17s. And though Sasuke was thoroughly enjoying his dream world, he could feel himself being pulled back into the waking world, but Sasuke didn't want to go. His dreams were letting him do all these naughty things to a certain red head that had been consuming his mind and soul as of late, and the waking world (more specifically the red head himself) wouldn't let him truly molest Gaara.
Resigning himself to his fate, Sasuke let himself be dragged from his world of scented oils, candles and midnight baths, into the waking world, which was only filled with uncomfortable hospital chairs and hand holding. So when Sasuke opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself looking at his chair. Confused, Sasuke looked up and started to drown in clearly annoyed emerald depths. Sasuke couldn't bring himself to care that he was invading precious personal space, and lying on top of the object of his vivid fantasies, he couldn't even think with those emerald pools locked onto his coal eyes.
A twitch broke the spell that was woven around Sasuke and he flushed, looking away hurriedly. Sasuke just couldn't move, his limbs weren't co-operating and his brain just wouldn't function, so Sasuke never even heard the door slam open, but he noticed when the body below his stiffened in alarm.
Looking up, Sasuke caught sight of one very confused and almost hurt blonde. But the second he blinked, there was a bright smile on that face and blue eyes were shut. A nervous laugh rang in the room and Sasuke could feel Gaara shift nervously underneath him. Sasuke finally found the energy needed to move and get up.
Gaara sighed in relief from being under Sasuke, but he was nervous still because of Naruto's reaction. That certainly wasn't normal. His head had snapped towards the door when he heard it slam open, and his eyes had widened at the sight he had seen. Naruto was standing, frozen in the door, a scandalized look on his face. He look for all the world as if this was the most surprising, and yet horrifying thing that he had seen. But there was something else in that slack-jawed expression that nagged Gaara. There was something in those blue eyes that looked like his best friends heart had been made of glass and dropped on the floor to shatter. He had looked at him as if he had betrayed him.
