Nemesism (Gaara)

Chapter 4 - Somebody To Call My Own

Chapter 4 ~ Somebody To Call My Own

I sighed, staring into Gaara's pretty sea foam eyes. They were the most gorgeous colour...

"I'm s-...s-so...so-sor-sorry," He mumbled, "I don't think you're a monster, or evil. Anything like that is untrue. Actually, I thought it was...it was...a-amazing. You have such power. They are two extremely strong Akatsuki members and you ran them off like they were mere rodents."

"Thanks, Gaara. It's really not that much... But can I ask..."

"Do you know what love is?" I mumbled.

"N-no..." His cheeks flushed, "Not at all. I don't even have family love. I know Kankuro and Temari only stick by me because I'd kill them otherwise."

"I think your father would like you to know this." I nodded at him, and took a lock of his soft hair in my hand. "He really loves you. S-so do I, as a friend."

"T-tha-...thanks."

Gaara was opening up little by little. I was proud of him, so I spoke my mind:

"You're doing great, Gaara. You're a different person now. You're starting to say words you never said before, you're starting to tell me how you're feeling and what you want. I'm proud of you."

He nodded, the edges of his lips curling very slightly. I smiled back.

I was also very proud of myself - no matter how bigheaded that sounded - I was also being social with Gaara. I think he and I had a connection that nobody else could share - we were both hated. His father had hated him. Although mine were gone, I could still say Yondaime-sama loved me like a friend, and Gaara. I wasn't alone anymore.

"We should get going before it gets dark," I stated.

*Two Hours Later*

Gaara puffed out air, his lungs clearly begging for air. I was in the same state, and I collapsed on the floor, tears spilling out of my eyes of too much effort.

"G-Ga..." I couldn't speak. Gaara lifted me up in his arms and carried me to a nearby clearing.

"T-thank you..." My words were weak but I spoke, "You didn't have to... You must...be tired."

"Of...of course I'm...tired. But I...did...it...for you. You...are my friend," He breathed.

"It's bloody freezing," I said as I regained my breath.

"Here."

Gaara threw his scarf-thing over my shoulders and laid next to me. I wanted him to socialise so I placed my head softly on his chest and said:

"I'm not taking things too far right?"

"N-no... We're both warm now, yeah? That's all that matters," Gaara stuttered slightly. I knew his face was pink - like my own - without even looking.

And that's how I fell asleep that night, on Gaara of the Sand's chest.

***

I awoke to bright sunlight, and something warm wrapped around my waist - embracing me almost. My head was nestled into something. Between my legs was what felt like somebody else's leg.

That's when I remembered what happened the night before. Gaara was the one embracing me, of course.

Our legs were tangled together, his left arm around my waist softly. My head was fitted comfortably into his shoulder and neck whilst his head was rested on top of mine. I smiled lightly.

"M-mornin'..." I heard a muffled voice speak.

I lifted my head up to see Gaara's face, his cheeks red. That was when I really looked at his tattoo for the first time.

"Love..." I mumbled. "Good morning."

"D-did... Did you just call me love?"

"N-no! I was looking at your tattoo... It somehow suits you, you know," I quickly covered. Of course, I was talking about the tattoo, but I'd also like to say I was calling him love. He was my offical first and always best friend.

"Love... I wanna know what it is, exactly," He carried on:

"I know what it means but I have never felt it for somebody... Well, as family but I want to really love somebody. I want somebody to call my own."