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Disclaimer: Oorochimaru teaches history. 'nuff said.

So here I sit, Naruto Uzumaki, the dictionary definition of red.

Of course my cheeks are always a little flushed when I'm around that gorgeous Gaara, but currently there on fire.

'Why?' you ask.

Well after walking into Gaara's enormous house, he asked me to follow him into his bedroom (on the third freaking floor!). We slipped off our shoes and left them by the door, and then he proceeded to take off his shirt.

Yeah, that's right, HIS SHIRT.

My jaw just dropped as I gazed upon his creamy white skin, his thin waste, his perfect chest. I pinched my nose to keep it from bleeding. It was like a dream come true.

'Kami-sama, so… freaking… hot….'

Then he put on another one, and my heart sank.

"What?" He turned to face me, his brilliant green eyes gazing into mine.

"I…err... was wondering what you were doing…"

"It's hot." He fanned himself for a second then walked away.

I looked around the room to see black walls, a black bed, and a bookshelf. That's it.

No mess, no posters, no human bodies (c'mon, it's Gaara after all!), just a very clean, and very dark room.

I nearly jumped when I realized Gaara was back in the room, sitting on the corner of the bed and staring at me, he motioned me to take a seat next to him.

So here I sit, Naruto Uzumaki, the dictionary definition of awkward.

Awkward because he isn't saying a word, he's just staring. Even more awkward because I'm blushing and I bet he realizes why. He does know after all.

I cough to break the silence and then proceed with "so…. Uh… want to get started….?"

"I know."

"You know what?" My heart leaps at the sound of his voice.

"That you like me."

"Oh." My face flairs.

He looks around, nervously.

"I'm really bad at this."

"Huh?" I look up at him.

He shifts a little in his seat, then continues.

"Or…maybe its you."

At this point I'm freaking out. Gaara and I are actually having (somewhat of) a conversation!

Still I have no clue what he is talking about.

'I wonder if I did something wrong…'

"What's me?"

"It's defiantly you."

"What's me?!"

"I like you."

"WHAAAT?!"

It must be a dream; Gaara would never say such a thing. He just sits there, staring at me blankly, as if he just asked me what our homework was… but he didn't.

Gaara leans in and kisses me, hard.

My eyes automatically shut as my mind races.

'This isn't happening! This is impossible! This is…amazing…'

My thoughts blur out and I can concentrate on is the kiss, and his hands on the back of my neck, moving down to my waste.

"GAAARAAAA!!!"

I hear a shrill voice calling his name, and before I can react, something slams open the door.

It's the sister.

"What the-?!"

I leap back, ready to run. Gaara just turns to his sister and says "you were right."

Her eyes finally go back to her normal size and she smirks.

"Did you do everything I told you to?"

"Pretty much."

"And the cockatoo head?"

"I told him to meet me after school, the same to Oorochimaru-Sensai."

"Good job."

Somewhere in Konoha City there is a pale boy in tight pants crying.

She smiles and gives him a thumbs up, then turns to look at me.

"I still think you can do better."

My mind is again racing.

'Did that really just happen?! Is any of this really happening?! Sasuke still has my pants!'

'Didn't you hear her; she KNOWS he can do better…?'

'Who cares what she says…Gaara KISSED me!'

He glares at her and she just sighs and walks out the door, shutting it.

Gaara turns back at me and just stares.

I stare back.

This time he breaks the silence.

"Now what?"