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Gaara’s POV

What’s a world without a sun? What is ground without water? What’s a sky without a cloud? What’s a night without a star? What’s a man without pride?

What’s life like without love? Friendship? Kindness? Anything noble, warming up, or at least cheerful? What’s a child without parents? What becomes of a boy who never learned how to love? Who was never loved, who never had someone to teach him what love means?

I am here to answer those questions. I’ve lived a life of loneliness and pain, a loveless life, with dark, long nights of torturing nightmares that soon turned up to make me an insomniac. Was I ever recognized for anything but my powers? Was I ever, EVER, taken into notice because it was m e to be noticed? Did anyone ever think of me as human? As a person? The monstrous power that lies inside me took great care of that fact, I was never welcomed. I was to never know my parents like my siblings did. I killed the first person when I was born. I was the one who sent mother to the other side. I killed my mother.

Besides that’s my name. It’s my life that I have been named after, I guess I get it now. The one who sealed that demon inside me sure knew what he was doing. He, either willingly or not, offered me gently this life of misery, pain, sorrow, and hatred, this lonely life that always lacked the thing that every other child was given thousands of times more than I was. Love. My loveless life. It’s this love-lacking life that I was named after. He who was never loved. It’s me, Gaara of the Desert.

Even my home, even my home is that of a loner. The desert. The sand. Its winds and tiny pieces, and the secrets it holds…I was the one to be let in and know them. I was the one to understand it. The one to get how it felt to the sand to stay there, always in the very same place it was put from the beginning and never change. I felt lonely.

The sand felt lonely.

I guess that explains its attitude towards me. The protection it offered me. The safety. The company. The sympathy. Everything. I was alone and never loved, the desert, the sand understood it. I was hurt, so hurt because of that fact. The sand knew. And thus it protected me. Not only from mental but physical injuries too.

But oh well, I at least had the sand. For everyone else, this certainly is nuts, but the sand was a great company. A hand that I could hold when I needed it, a warm embrace when no one else was willing to give me one. In the end, I did have someone. I was not so alone as I thought I was.

I had my siblings, and that came out to be more than enough.

- - -

That morning had proved itself to be one of the busiest Godaime Kazekage, Sabaku no Gaara had ever faced. Maybe it was because both his assistants, Temari and Kankurou were on high-ranked missions and he had to deal with all the paperwork alone. He felt drowned in that sea of papers, and many times it occurred to him that he wanted to give up and go home.

When it was nearly sunset, he decided that he had done enough for a day alone. He sighed as he signed the last piece of paper and then pushed the sheet away, rubbing his eyes. It felt really relieving to know that he could sleep when he went home, now that the Shukaku had been extracted from him.

Hesitant knocks on his door were to wake him and take him away of his thoughts, and he managed to soullessly let out a tired “Come in”.

The door opened and he spotted his student of years and now assistant too, Matsuri, entering the room. He looked up, and she smiled at him, a beautiful smile that somehow worked on him like a painkiller. The tiring headache that threatened him until moments ago was wiped away once his eyes made contact with the girl’s figure.

“Konnichiwa, Gaara-sensei!.. Ano, um, Baki-san sent me to deliver these mission reports and the--“ She suddenly choked on her words and coughed, so hard that the pack of papers in her arms fell on the floor; said papers flying to all directions. She fell down on her knees and put a hand in front of her mouth, and then some seconds after it was all over.

“Matsuri…” Gaara let out and stood up to go and help her.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…Look at this mess…” said the onyx-eyed kunoichi and begun to gather the papers that had fallen all over. Her eyes were teary and her hair messy from the fall; her face flushed from the lack of breath moments ago.

“It’s alright…Hey, you don’t have to gather them!” Gaara said, kneeling down and helping her pick them up.

“No, no, it was so stupid of me! I’m a kunoichi, after all, I should have been more considerate and careful--“ She stopped in the middle of her sentence though, as Gaara’s hand fell over her own on the same piece of paper. A gentle blush spread upon her face, making her look even more sweet.

Gaara looked up to her and his eyes remained there, on her face, staring at the girl’s pale features. He noticed that she had changed her Chuunin outfit with her old one, only now the long shirt was blue, same with her skirt and long shocks, and he stared at her for endless moments, at her silky hair that had the same color with his beloved and overprotective sand, at her blushing face, her slightly parted lips, the dark depths of her eyes…He drank in her image and then, only then noticed that their heads were only inches apart.

Matsuri’s head was spinning. What’s going on here? She wondered, but made no move to pull apart or anything. Her eyes traveled over the person sitting right in front of her, how the Kazekage trencher-cap was folded around his knees, the white and the blue part of it, a blue that looked very much like her own clothes. Her throat felt dry, after all that coughing, her eyes were starting to hurt and they were shining from her unshed tears. Gaara was so close, so close! She could feel his breath on her cheeks, maybe hers too was reaching him that way. She felt his hand on her hair, stroking the ginger strands with hesitant fingers.

“S…sensei…” she whispered, her heart bumping in her chest as if it wanted to tear out of it, but she couldn’t say more. Suddenly, his lips were on hers, sealing them with a tender kiss. She was surprised but quickly responded, feeling that her wish of years was somehow now true. She really wondered, what was he thinking, what could have made him, the Kazekage, throw his look upon her, just a random girl. And a poor one with tomboyish sense of dressing, nonetheless.

Gaara too was surprised by his own action, although he did know why he kissed her. All the thoughts he had in his head brought him to the conclusion that, in all Suna, only she was one girl who had suffered quite much harassment and had felt the same grieving feelings that he did. He liked her a lot, for her silence too, among all the other things. He really wanted her to be by his side.

A few moments passed, and they broke apart. Matsuri was still as red as radish, and Gaara moved to the leftover papers on the floor. After a hesitant second, Matsuri awoke from her state of awe and went on to help him, careful not to “bother” him again.

“G…Gaara-sensei?”

He looked up, she seemed really troubled as she picked the fallen sheets with nimble fingers.

“What is it?”

Matsuri took a deep breath to calm herself. Now or never she thought. “I…just…wanted to tell you…I l--“

“I know.” Gaara said , catching her hand. He tried to form a smile, and he did it, offering her the happiest expression that had spread upon his features in his whole life.

Description
Gaara’s POV

What’s a world without a sun? What is ground without water? What’s a sky without a cloud? What’s a night without a star? What’s a man without pride?

What’s life like without love? Friendship? Kindness? Anything noble, warming up, or at least cheerful? What’s a child without parents? What becomes of a boy who never learned how to love? Who was never loved, who never had someone to teach him what love means?

I am here to answer those questions. I’ve lived a life of loneliness and pain, a loveless life, with dark, long nights of torturing nightmares that soon turned up to make me an insomniac. Was I ever recognized for anything but my powers? Was I ever, EVER, taken into notice because it was m e to be noticed? Did anyone ever think of me as human? As a person? The monstrous power that lies inside me took great care of that fact, I was never welcomed. I was to never know my parents like my siblings did. I killed the first person when I was born. I was the one who sent mother to the other side. I killed my mother.

Besides that’s my name. It’s my life that I have been named after, I guess I get it now. The one who sealed that demon inside me sure knew what he was doing. He, either willingly or not, offered me gently this life of misery, pain, sorrow, and hatred, this lonely life that always lacked the thing that every other child was given thousands of times more than I was. Love. My loveless life. It’s this love-lacking life that I was named after. He who was never loved. It’s me, Gaara of the Desert.

Even my home, even my home is that of a loner. The desert. The sand. Its winds and tiny pieces, and the secrets it holds…I was the one to be let in and know them. I was the one to understand it. The one to get how it felt to the sand to stay there, always in the very same place it was put from the beginning and never change. I felt lonely.

The sand felt lonely.

I guess that explains its attitude towards me. The protection it offered me. The safety. The company. The sympathy. Everything. I was alone and never loved, the desert, the sand understood it. I was hurt, so hurt because of that fact. The sand knew. And thus it protected me. Not only from mental but physical injuries too.

But oh well, I at least had the sand. For everyone else, this certainly is nuts, but the sand was a great company. A hand that I could hold when I needed it, a warm embrace when no one else was willing to give me one. In the end, I did have someone. I was not so alone as I thought I was.

I had my siblings, and that came out to be more than enough.

- - -

That morning had proved itself to be one of the busiest Godaime Kazekage, Sabaku no Gaara had ever faced. Maybe it was because both his assistants, Temari and Kankurou were on high-ranked missions and he had to deal with all the paperwork alone. He felt drowned in that sea of papers, and many times it occurred to him that he wanted to give up and go home.

When it was nearly sunset, he decided that he had done enough for a day alone. He sighed as he signed the last piece of paper and then pushed the sheet away, rubbing his eyes. It felt really relieving to know that he could sleep when he went home, now that the Shukaku had been extracted from him.

Hesitant knocks on his door were to wake him and take him away of his thoughts, and he managed to soullessly let out a tired “Come in”.

The door opened and he spotted his student of years and now assistant too, Matsuri, entering the room. He looked up, and she smiled at him, a beautiful smile that somehow worked on him like a painkiller. The tiring headache that threatened him until moments ago was wiped away once his eyes made contact with the girl’s figure.

“Konnichiwa, Gaara-sensei!.. Ano, um, Baki-san sent me to deliver these mission reports and the--“ She suddenly choked on her words and coughed, so hard that the pack of papers in her arms fell on the floor; said papers flying to all directions. She fell down on her knees and put a hand in front of her mouth, and then some seconds after it was all over.

“Matsuri…” Gaara let out and stood up to go and help her.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…Look at this mess…” said the onyx-eyed kunoichi and begun to gather the papers that had fallen all over. Her eyes were teary and her hair messy from the fall; her face flushed from the lack of breath moments ago.

“It’s alright…Hey, you don’t have to gather them!” Gaara said, kneeling down and helping her pick them up.

“No, no, it was so stupid of me! I’m a kunoichi, after all, I should have been more considerate and careful--“ She stopped in the middle of her sentence though, as Gaara’s hand fell over her own on the same piece of paper. A gentle blush spread upon her face, making her look even more sweet.

Gaara looked up to her and his eyes remained there, on her face, staring at the girl’s pale features. He noticed that she had changed her Chuunin outfit with her old one, only now the long shirt was blue, same with her skirt and long shocks, and he stared at her for endless moments, at her silky hair that had the same color with his beloved and overprotective sand, at her blushing face, her slightly parted lips, the dark depths of her eyes…He drank in her image and then, only then noticed that their heads were only inches apart.

Matsuri’s head was spinning. What’s going on here? She wondered, but made no move to pull apart or anything. Her eyes traveled over the person sitting right in front of her, how the Kazekage trencher-cap was folded around his knees, the white and the blue part of it, a blue that looked very much like her own clothes. Her throat felt dry, after all that coughing, her eyes were starting to hurt and they were shining from her unshed tears. Gaara was so close, so close! She could feel his breath on her cheeks, maybe hers too was reaching him that way. She felt his hand on her hair, stroking the ginger strands with hesitant fingers.

“S…sensei…” she whispered, her heart bumping in her chest as if it wanted to tear out of it, but she couldn’t say more. Suddenly, his lips were on hers, sealing them with a tender kiss. She was surprised but quickly responded, feeling that her wish of years was somehow now true. She really wondered, what was he thinking, what could have made him, the Kazekage, throw his look upon her, just a random girl. And a poor one with tomboyish sense of dressing, nonetheless.

Gaara too was surprised by his own action, although he did know why he kissed her. All the thoughts he had in his head brought him to the conclusion that, in all Suna, only she was one girl who had suffered quite much harassment and had felt the same grieving feelings that he did. He liked her a lot, for her silence too, among all the other things. He really wanted her to be by his side.

A few moments passed, and they broke apart. Matsuri was still as red as radish, and Gaara moved to the leftover papers on the floor. After a hesitant second, Matsuri awoke from her state of awe and went on to help him, careful not to “bother” him again.

“G…Gaara-sensei?”

He looked up, she seemed really troubled as she picked the fallen sheets with nimble fingers.

“What is it?”

Matsuri took a deep breath to calm herself. Now or never she thought. “I…just…wanted to tell you…I l--“

“I know.” Gaara said , catching her hand. He tried to form a smile, and he did it, offering her the happiest expression that had spread upon his features in his whole life.