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Gaara lay sprawled underneath Naruto, the blond kissing the skin on the red-head's neck. Gaara moaned as he felt teeth lightly scrape against his skin. A gasp escaped his mouth as Naruto's tongue licked the side of his neck. The red-head felt teeth sink into his neck. Gaara let out a lustful moan, the syllables of Naruto's name lacing themselves within the animalistic pleas for more. Naruto's hands fumbled with Gaara's shirt as he tried to remove it. Heat radiated from Gaara's groin, and he felt the heat from Naruto's against his thigh.
That's when he woke up. The red-head blinked blurrily. He didn't realize where he was at first. His vision returned and Gaara groaned miserably as he figured out it had been a dream. The heat from his groin was real, though. He just wished that the blond really had been on top of him, leaving vampire marks all over his neck. He sighed and looked at his clock. Seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. It was the weekend. Gaara was tempted to go back to sleep and continue the dream, but unfortunately, the red-head had a tendency to stay awake after he was awoken. He got out of bed, checked the sheets to make sure he didn't have to change them, then went into the bathroom. He didn't come out for a few hours.
After he was finished in there, Gaara returned to his bedroom and flopped onto the bed. His brain could think properly now. Did he really want to have any sort of romantic relationship, imaginary or real, with Naruto? Sure, Gaara did have a crush on him and Naruto was just awesome, but there was still the fact that Gaara, despite having wet dreams, didn't feel comfortable with the idea of having sex yet. In the one dream that had even come close to Gaara having his jeans removed, even Dream Gaara started freaking out and asking Naruto to stop. Dream Naruto acted a lot like Real Naruto and backed off immediately and started apologizing profusely. It was rather sad, actually. At least Gaara thought it was sad. He sighed and decided to get ready for the day. Naruto had asked him if he wanted to go to this book signing at the mall. The blond had said something about the author being one of his favorites and that he was sure Gaara would like his stories too. The red-head couldn't remember the author's name, though.
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Gaara knocked on the door, hoping it was the right apartment room. The door opened and Arashi stood in the doorway. The man's hair was in disarray, his robe was horribly wrinkled and oddly soaking wet, and he seemed rather groggy. Gaara sniffed the air. The robe was drenched in sweat?
"Hello. Uh, who are you again?" Arashi asked rubbing sleep from his eye.
"Gaara. Naruto invited me."
A lightbulb must've gone off in Arashi's head.
"Oh! Now I remember! Yes, yes, come in! Sorry for my current appearance. Naruto will be out of the shower in a few minutes," Arashi said, letting Gaara enter.
The red-head blushed at the mention of Naruto in the shower. Gaara waited in the hall. He glanced at his watch. He WAS awfully early. But only if one considered five hours early. He could hear Arashi asking Naruto to hurry up. As he waited, Itachi unexpectedly walked by and left. Gaara blinked for a few moments. Why had he been here? And why did his hair look just as bad as Arashi? The red-head shrugged and continued to wait.
Thirty minutes later, Naruto appeared, dressed in his usual orange.
"'Kay! Let's go!"
The blond grabbed Gaara's arm and dragged him out of the apartment.
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Arashi leaned against the wall as Naruto dragged his friend away. He wondered how Naruto could be so energetic in the morning. Suddenly, the phone rang. He sighed as he answered it.
"Hello? Uzumaki Arashi speaking," he said, slurring his words.
He blinked as the person on the other line gibbered. Slowly he started to become more aware of what he was hearing. It was Anko. Talking rapidly. About information on Wind Shadow.
"I'll be right there!" Arashi said.
He hung up and ran to the bedroom. He couldn't go into the office in his bathroom, now could he?
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Itachi sat with Sasuke in the bookstore. There was some sort of book signing that Sasuke had wanted to go to, and since Itachi had the day off again, he decided to accompany him. He hadn't noticed it until now, but Sasuke seemed depressed. By depressed, Itachi meant that Sasuke was acting more broody than he usually does and when anyone asked him what was wrong he'd have an unnecessary and angry outburst. Itachi knew something was up. Sasuke never acted like this before.
The dark-blue-haired boy kept glancing everywhere as though looking for someone. Or making sure someone wasn't there, Itachi reasoned. Then the man remembered something. Wasn't Naruto supposed to be here with Sasuke? Hadn't they been blabbering on about this thing for almost a month? Why wasn't Naruto here then? Naruto was an early bird. He would've dragged Sasuke's ass out of bed and bring him here in nothing but his underwear. Then again, Naruto hadn't really been around recently. Obviously, he was at home with Arashi whenever Itachi stopped by, but most of the time the man saw the blond with his little brother.
"Sasuke, what's been going on between you and Naruto?" Itachi asked.
The boy tensed. His eyes widened. He gave the obvious signs that his older brother had brought up a sore subject.
"Sasuke?" Itachi said. "Was it something bad?"
His voice held his normal, expressionless tone, but Itachi knew that Sasuke knew that he was worried.
"That bitch has messed everything up. Did something to his head. He must've. Naruto wouldn't . . . if he hadn't . . . ." Sasuke trailed off, trying not to cry.
Itachi's eyes widened a few centimeters. Since when did Sasuke curse?
"Who are you talking about?" Itachi asked.
Suddenly, the familiar chattering of Naruto filled the air. Sasuke slumped down into his seat, trying to make himself as invisible as possible. Itachi looked over at Naruto. Gaara was with him. Itachi's eyes widened a little more.
"Are you talking about Gaara?"
Sasuke nodded, tears leaking their way to the corners of his eyes. Itachi let this information sink in. Ideas flew through the man's mind, horrible imaginings of what Naruto could've done to Sasuke. Of course, most of them, if not all, were completely out of Naruto's character. Itachi looked back at his brother.
"What did Naruto do?" he asked.
Sasuke curled into a ball in his seat. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Now Itachi was really worried. Sasuke hadn't cried since he was six-years-old, and that was a few days before he met Naruto for the first time.
"He broke up with me. For the damn red-head," Sasuke muttered, wiping the tear away.
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Red Roses2: Short, I know, but I wanted to leave it at a cliff hanger. I've reached the romance! YAY!