Recap: But...do I like Gaara like that? NO! We're JUST friends...right? Ugh...this is so confusing. I should just go to sleep.
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++Wednesday++5:00AM++
I woke up way before my alarm, mainly because I was worried about Gaara. I sighed. I may as well get up and go see him. Seeing as Shizune-sensei made me take today off to make sure he stays in his dorm. I got dressed in a pair of grey jeans, my cream belt, a white crew neck t-shirt, my grey hooded jacket with my faux leather jacket over, and my black and teal vans. I wonder why she made me do it instead of Temari. I sighed, grabbed my bag, and got myself a snack. After writing a note to Itachi and Deidara, I headed out.
++Gaara's Room++6:00AM++
I quietly opened the door to the sand siblings dorm room and walked in, removing my shoes at the door and setting them beside the rest. I guess no one is awake. Then again, classes don't start until eight-thirty. I made my way into Gaara's room. He was laying there, his eyes shut, but I could tell, by his chakra pattern, that he was awake. I knocked softly on his door.
"Knock knock," I said as I opened it. He looked at me with the same glare he gave me two days ago. I was a bit taken back, but I didn't let it stop me from closing his door and sitting at his desk. "What's with the cold shoulder?"
"Leave." I stared at him. "Or I will kill you." I rolled my eyes.
"Then go ahead and kill me," I told him staring straight into his eyes. "I'm not afraid of you, Gaara. Never was, never will." I noticed his sand crawling up my legs. My eye softened but I did not struggle against it, instead I relaxed and closed my eyes. "I guess this is goodbye then, Gaara." I felt the sand stop. I opened my eyes and looked at Gaara. He was sitting up, his hands in his lap, looking down. He was gripping the sheets so hard, his knuckles were white. "Gaara?" He shook his head, the sand was retreating back to the gourd. I stood from the chair and walked towards him. "Gaara? Are you ok?"
"Why?" He whispered. "Why do you care?" I noticed tears were falling from his face and his breathing became uneven as his voice grew louder. "Why do you care so much about me?" He snapped his head towards me. "Why?" I walked over to where he sat on his bed and gently pulled him into a hug.
"I care because you're my friend Gaara," I told him. "I care because it's what friends do." He was about to say something but I cut him off. "I know that I've only known you for about two days. I don't care about that. I care that you accepted me and wanted to be around me since when we first met, you could have easily pushed me aside." I tightened my grip. "I know you've been alone. I can see it in your eyes. They're like how mine use to be." I let go of him. "I want you to know that you don't have to be alone anymore. There are people here who will accept you for who you are." He glanced at the door. I turned to see Temari standing in the doorway, smiling slightly.
"Hey," She said. I wave with a nervous smile. "Shizune-sensei said you were going to be here, I just didn't expect to see you this early." She noticed how nervous and embarrassed I was. "I'll go make breakfast. I hope you're hungry." She smiled and left. It was faint, but as Temari walked out she whispered, "I'm glad he has someone who cares for him."
I turned back towards Gaara, who was just staring off into space. I sat at his desk, looking out his window. I let my mind wander. Why did is he like this? I don't want to ask him about it. I doubt he'd answer anyway. I glanced at him. He seems like the tall, dark, mysterious badass type, yet he decided to hang out with me. I sighed and looked back out the window. I wonder how everyone back home is doing...hopefully better than me.
"I'll go get our breakfast," I mumbled as I stood up, wanting to get away from the awkward silence. "I'll be back." I exited the room and sighed. I jumped when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Kankuro. "Oh, um, good morning."
"I see he's finally come to his senses and pushed you away," He said coldly. I stared at him with confusion. "You don't know? Sasuke picked a fight with him because of you."
"I knew that already," I told him, quietly. He gave me a surprised look. "You don't know? I already gave Sasuke a broken nose and black eye for hurting my friends." I turned away from him. "And if you cared for Gaara, you would wish that he didn't push people away." I walked into the kitchen and sighed.
"Kankuro giving you a hard time?" I looked up at the oldest Subaku sibling and nodded. She sighed. "I thought so. We may not act like it, but we really do care about Gaara." I looked at her with a questioning look. She sighed. "When Gaara was born, our mother died...in childbirth." I heard someone walk in. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Kankuro. "Our uncle was put in charge of caring for him, but when Gaara was about five..."
"Our uncle attempted to murder him," Kankuro finished. "But something happened, and Yashamaru was found dead with a bleeding Gaara. That 'tattoo' on his forehead isn't a tattoo. It's a scar." Temari's expression became grave. "He was labeled as a murderer at the age of five."
"So you feared him," I finalized. "You've feared him for nine years."
"What would you do?" Kankuro snapped.
"Once I was old enough, figure out the truth."
I glanced at Temari. She was staring towards the hall. I turned to see Gaara. He looked scared.
"Gaara?"
He was shaking. I began to walk towards him, slowly.
"Gaara? Are you ok?"
He fell to his knees. I ran to his side.
"Gaara!"
I knelt beside him. He leaned against me and wrapped his arms around me. At first I was shocked, but held him in my arms. His siblings stared at us. I felt his breathing slow and his shaking lessen. I glanced at the boy in my arms. He was sleeping.