Wow… I am on a roll today… so, if I'm lucky, this will be in Gaara's point of view. If not, I am sorry for your luck…and my own *crawls into emo corner* Why can I not do this right? Also, I can only hope that this will be as long (at most, just a little longer than so) than two pages.

Why had he been smiling?

Sitting in my history class, one hour after having waken Lee up from his rest, I ponder on this question. Not only had he been smiling, his face turned towards me, I had heard him laugh. What had he been dreaming about that had been so pleasant? It's possible that he may finally be reliving our past. Clearly, he has not reached the point I have:

I clawed at the ripped spandex on my lover's chest. No, this was just…impossible. He had promised, he had sworn that he would never leave me alone. Yet, here he was, dead by a will not my own.

"You liar." I hiss at him, looking down into his deathly pale face. His dim, blank eyes stared unblinkingly into mine. "You promised you would be mine for always!" I shoved my face into his blood soaked shoulder, my hands gripping at him blindly, trying to rouse him back to life. This was not possible.

"Gaara…" My gaze snapped up to my sister's, and I feel myself finally breaking. Anger begins to flow away, leaving me cold and desolate.

"Temari, bring me a healer."

My sister began to shake her head slowly, and then shook it furiously. "He's dead, Gaara."

"Then we'll bring him back!"

My sister became paler from my outburst, but I could not bring myself to care. I snarled at her, furious that she wasn't doing as I told her. And then she became furious.

"Who do you want to die for him!? You know someone is going to have to die to bring him back!"

"I will die for him!"

She flinches, falling to her knees as she stared at me with a stricken expression. The silence lasted so long between us, I turned away from her. I focused on the man in my arms instead. My village needed me, and I now had friends who I depended upon and who depended upon me. But there was only one of him. Damn it, I wasn't the person who could rise above something such as this! He knew that, he knew his death would kill me, but he still died anyway…and he died for me.

Had I seen that last male breaking through my barrier, his water jutsu overpowering my sand, Lee would not be lying here. He would be laughing in victory, giving me that damn 'good guy pose' that I had threatened him not to do. I would kill if it meant that he would stop lying there to stand up and do just that. I would die, if that meant his last words would no longer echo through my mind:

'I will love you for always, G-Gaara… but, you have to live…without me…' His smile, blood leaking out of the corner of his mouth as his eyes began to die. Nothing I knew of healing could save him, why had I not been able to save him? 'I will…be with you…again…'

Why did he die, right after those words? If he had had enough strength to speak nonsense, than he should have had enough strength to stay alive until help had arrived, or until I had had enough chakra to take us to help. Why did he die with such a foolish statement? There would be no other life for us… Because no other power would be kind enough to let me have him again. Something rips in the background, and then becomes a constant sound.

As I bow my head over his, clutching him to me to try and calm the shaking of my own body, I do not pay attention to Temari's words, already knowing what she was saying, and already knowing she was right. Too many people were depending on me, and it had been Lee's last wish for me to live. He threw his life away for me, he died in my arms knowing I could not die with him, and I cannot think of any betrayal he could have made that would tear me apart as terribly as this does.

"Gaara, please pay attention. This is on the test."

I snap my gaze towards the white-wash board at front, the white-haired teacher staring at me with boredom. I hate this teacher… I cannot terrify him as I do with the other adults in this boilding. Eventually, he stops the staring contest to continue class; I know he is not submitting, he is just thinking that it was as stupid a thing to do as I do. Damn Kakashi for not changing at all, he still has that porn book on him too.

The moment we're not glaring at each other any longer, I am looking out of the window. We both know I won't fail this class, even if I didn't come to class from day one to the last, I would pass it with ease. He just doesn't like it when I ignore him…

What the hell is Kimimaro doing? I shoot up from my desk, grabbing my book bag more as second thought than anything else. I am Sabaku no Gaara, and I sure as hell don't run from anything, or to anything. I take my damn time. Behind me, Kakashi is going on as if I had not just ran out of his class, as if the door had not been nearly ripped off it's hinges by the anger in which I shoved it open.

As my fury grows, so does my speed. I am Sabaku no Gaara, and I am not running. Damn it, I'm speeding, because going slow is not going to save Lee.

I hate him for breaking his promise to me. I hate him for leaving me alone for the last three years of my life, every one of them as miserable as a nightmare. But I refuse to lose him again before he even knows why I hate him. He cannot do the same stupid thing as before.

Damn it, Kimimaro, how dare you repeat history. He isn't going to leave until he is mine again, and I'll make sure of that if I have to finish this memory that you have begun. If anyone changes history, it's me.

Neh, it went better in my head, but I'm still proud. If you can think of something to say, I think I can think of something to say in reply.