Thankees, Dualism, for your many reviews. Really, your food has been half the reason why I can update so much – means I don't have to go to the kitchen as often...
heh.
Randomness: Tanzwut. "Fatue."
here's chappie 23! Let's see whether there's more plot...or not. Wow, I should become a poet.
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Whore Street
The thunderstorm outside illuminated the room with bright flashes, rumbling threateningly. Naruto lay awake on his stomach, wondering what he'd done to God to deserve this. First of all, the cause.
Gaara.
He rolled his eyes as even thinking the name sent a feather-light shiver of excitement skittering down his spine. Shit, he was pathetic. He shifted, trying to ease the bone-deep ache throughout his back. He'd long given up on decreasing the burn between his legs.
All this pain and shit didn't stop him from loving it. Naruto stopped for a second and almost laughed at the absurdity of the last thought. He rephrased it.
He loved it because of all this pain and shit.
Gaara... huh. Fucking icicle. He slid a hand down to feel the scabbed lines of the kanji.
Ai.
He wasn't about to interpret it too far. Hell, this was the Sandman. Probably some kind of joke. Or artwork. Yeah, that would fit. Gaara-art,New Age --
He chuckled a bit.
Second, the consequence.
Sakura.
AAARGH!
She'd taken as long as possible with the stitches, he just knew it. The same with the swabbing alcohol. That bitch! Just because she didn't have a love life...
Still. Naruto did want to leave the hospital sometime, and he wouldn't be able to with Gaara re-opening everything nightly. He just didn't know whether he could control himself long enough to tell the redhead that the next time he came. If he came, because even though Naruto easily took this... thing... for granted, he knew that it could change.
And once he'd managed to tell Gaara that he wanted to get out of here at some point, there was always the question of whether the redhead would even listen to him. Wasn't exactly as if Naruto was the one in control here.
He exhaled softly. No, it really wasn't as if he was in control. He didn't know whether he liked it or n – scratch that. He loved it. It just... frightened him. It was vast, wild, boundless, this... whatever it was with Gaara. And Gaara dominated it completely.
Naruto started when the door opened, and turned his head to see who had come in.
"Hey -- who are you?"
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RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! SO GODDAMN SHORT!
ah well...
OMG! THE PLOT JUST RAN BY AGAIN! SOMEBODY CATCH IT!
hah... 6 am here.
Review, please.
