Well, it's a bit limey. It's my first time trying to write something like
this, but I adore it. It's very vague, but keep in mind that Sakura is
being killed at the moment and is having some very scattered final
thoughts. If anyone can recommend a good Sakura/Gaara fic, I would be most
obliged. I've already read Almost a Whisper by nocturnemint and I LOVE
IT!!!! It's gotten me addicted to this pairing.
Pssst-this was written at 12:30 AM, so tell me if it sucks and I'll try to revise it later!! Also rated R because of the possibility of a sequel with some lemony goodness, let me know if I should or not!
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He's killing me.
I can feel the sand creeping its way around my body, packing itself tighter and tighter like some sort of perverse blanket. It's very warm, and would be very comfortable if it wasn't for the insane amount of pressure on my body. If fact, and I know that I am oxygen deprived when I think this, I could spend the rest of my life with Gaara, if only to feel this warm blanket of sand over me every night.
And the chakra isn't that much different than Naruto's, actually. When Naruto gets really mad, he gets this really powerful chakra, this bright burning orange-red chakra that reminds me of blood oranges. I've seen flowers with that same color as Naruto's fox demon chakra. Of course, I always shy away from those. They're too unsettling for me to take anywhere.
But Gaara's demon chakra.
Gaara's demon chakra is this rich, deep maroon, the color that one would imagine silks from far off Indian places are toned, sewn into pillows and made for the highest sultan to sit on. His chakra is the color of old blood when it gets weaker, when it's between human and demon. A sort of brown-red color, completely unlike the beautiful shades of maroon and burgundy that I see when I think of Gaara's demon chakra.
So, the demons aren't very different, I muse as the life is crushed out of me. I'm frighteningly calm about all of this, really. All I want to concentrate on is colors. More specifically, the colors of the very beautiful boys I remember, Naruto and Gaara. Of course, when their demons take over, they get very very ugly. But when human, they are filled with such beauty and such color that I want to keep them with me forever, if only to look at them every day, and have my otherwise drab world endorsed with color.
Of course, Naruto says he sees his demon chakra as red, and his chakra as yellow.
But Naruto is a very stupid child. Beautiful, but stupid.
He has no sense of description. He can't really see with the same thesaurus that I have stored away in my memory bank.
Naruto is not yellow. His hair is yellow, not his chakra. Every time I look at Naruto, I am assaulted with yellow and orange. The only soft spot is his blue eyes. Naruto's chakra is the same color as the sky on an intensely clear day, the kind where when you go outside, you can't stop looking at the sky even though it hurts. Naruto can almost glow with the color of his chakra, the soft blue light that makes him so beautiful.
And Gaara.sometimes it hurts to look away from him. He has eyes the same color as mine, and his chakra is a very beautiful compliment. Even though he's the one that's killing me, I think that I love him. I think that I love the soft pastel green that surrounds him, the color of his eyes and mine.
I'm slipping away farther, imagining him and I loving each other, seeing each other's color every day, him with his brilliant shock of sanguine hair and me with my cotton candy pink locks. Us having our sea foam green eyes passed down to our many children, with Naruto teaching them bad things while I occupy Gaara otherwise. Sasuke teaching them how to.well.how to leave him alone I suppose. But I can still be occupying my own personal Sand Ninja elsewhere.
The colors are flashing now.the blood of the demon fox chakra, the maroon, the green, the blue, the yellow, the orange, and I can see myself WITH Gaara.
I can see myself in with Gaara in the worst possible way. I see myself with him, on top of him, encouraging him, tasting him, taking him in me, letting him feel every inch of my body while I return the favor. I can see, and feel, myself rubbing along him, all slick and hard and soft and stiff and yielding and beautiful and glorious.
And then my blanket begins to loosen. I know that they are still sunset and far-east, I know that they are very ugly right now, but as long as nobodies looking.I part my legs for a second, feel the sand rub against me for a minute and then retreat. That was all it took. I open my own sea foam for a minute and peer out at the world, and Gaara is staring straight at me.
I know that only I can see him, because he's slightly translucent. It must be his consciousness rising from his body, called by the sand. I see him hold the slightly sticky particles in his hand, coating his fingers in them, and I see him taste me.
My eyes widen, and my breath hitches. He smirks cruelly, and I know that at that instant, I want to be with him. He and Naruto are practically the same, past wise anyways. And almost with trauma. But my Gaara is much crueler, and he knows that I'm attracted to the green rather than the blue.
Well, I suppose I should become unconscious now. Sasuke's beginning to look like he's going to grab for me. I look one last time at my Gaara. He licks his fingers one last time, and smirks at my blush and heated gaze. I allow myself to fall into my happy little dream world.
When I wake up, I'll be with the deep blue-black Uchiha Sasuke and the brightly burning blue Naruto. I know that Gaara won't be too far away. He wants to posses me, I think. He wants me for a precious person. I need him. I need his warmth, his color.
I allow myself to smirk internally. This color is what I live for. And at least I can have Naruto every day, maybe even get him to be a little rough with me, make my Gaara jealous. I don't know what he's doing to my mind, but I know that I like it. We are turning out to be very similar.
After all, his eyes are the same color as mine.
~*~
Ano sa, ano sa, that wasn't too painful, was it? Clicky clicky and leave me a few, eh hem, notes of encouragement. Or scream and run back to the more conventional pairings.
Just for everyone to know, I am in favor of yaoi. I like the pairings of NaraSasu and KakaIru, so feel free to sling a few good ones my way, baby!
Pssst-this was written at 12:30 AM, so tell me if it sucks and I'll try to revise it later!! Also rated R because of the possibility of a sequel with some lemony goodness, let me know if I should or not!
~*~
He's killing me.
I can feel the sand creeping its way around my body, packing itself tighter and tighter like some sort of perverse blanket. It's very warm, and would be very comfortable if it wasn't for the insane amount of pressure on my body. If fact, and I know that I am oxygen deprived when I think this, I could spend the rest of my life with Gaara, if only to feel this warm blanket of sand over me every night.
And the chakra isn't that much different than Naruto's, actually. When Naruto gets really mad, he gets this really powerful chakra, this bright burning orange-red chakra that reminds me of blood oranges. I've seen flowers with that same color as Naruto's fox demon chakra. Of course, I always shy away from those. They're too unsettling for me to take anywhere.
But Gaara's demon chakra.
Gaara's demon chakra is this rich, deep maroon, the color that one would imagine silks from far off Indian places are toned, sewn into pillows and made for the highest sultan to sit on. His chakra is the color of old blood when it gets weaker, when it's between human and demon. A sort of brown-red color, completely unlike the beautiful shades of maroon and burgundy that I see when I think of Gaara's demon chakra.
So, the demons aren't very different, I muse as the life is crushed out of me. I'm frighteningly calm about all of this, really. All I want to concentrate on is colors. More specifically, the colors of the very beautiful boys I remember, Naruto and Gaara. Of course, when their demons take over, they get very very ugly. But when human, they are filled with such beauty and such color that I want to keep them with me forever, if only to look at them every day, and have my otherwise drab world endorsed with color.
Of course, Naruto says he sees his demon chakra as red, and his chakra as yellow.
But Naruto is a very stupid child. Beautiful, but stupid.
He has no sense of description. He can't really see with the same thesaurus that I have stored away in my memory bank.
Naruto is not yellow. His hair is yellow, not his chakra. Every time I look at Naruto, I am assaulted with yellow and orange. The only soft spot is his blue eyes. Naruto's chakra is the same color as the sky on an intensely clear day, the kind where when you go outside, you can't stop looking at the sky even though it hurts. Naruto can almost glow with the color of his chakra, the soft blue light that makes him so beautiful.
And Gaara.sometimes it hurts to look away from him. He has eyes the same color as mine, and his chakra is a very beautiful compliment. Even though he's the one that's killing me, I think that I love him. I think that I love the soft pastel green that surrounds him, the color of his eyes and mine.
I'm slipping away farther, imagining him and I loving each other, seeing each other's color every day, him with his brilliant shock of sanguine hair and me with my cotton candy pink locks. Us having our sea foam green eyes passed down to our many children, with Naruto teaching them bad things while I occupy Gaara otherwise. Sasuke teaching them how to.well.how to leave him alone I suppose. But I can still be occupying my own personal Sand Ninja elsewhere.
The colors are flashing now.the blood of the demon fox chakra, the maroon, the green, the blue, the yellow, the orange, and I can see myself WITH Gaara.
I can see myself in with Gaara in the worst possible way. I see myself with him, on top of him, encouraging him, tasting him, taking him in me, letting him feel every inch of my body while I return the favor. I can see, and feel, myself rubbing along him, all slick and hard and soft and stiff and yielding and beautiful and glorious.
And then my blanket begins to loosen. I know that they are still sunset and far-east, I know that they are very ugly right now, but as long as nobodies looking.I part my legs for a second, feel the sand rub against me for a minute and then retreat. That was all it took. I open my own sea foam for a minute and peer out at the world, and Gaara is staring straight at me.
I know that only I can see him, because he's slightly translucent. It must be his consciousness rising from his body, called by the sand. I see him hold the slightly sticky particles in his hand, coating his fingers in them, and I see him taste me.
My eyes widen, and my breath hitches. He smirks cruelly, and I know that at that instant, I want to be with him. He and Naruto are practically the same, past wise anyways. And almost with trauma. But my Gaara is much crueler, and he knows that I'm attracted to the green rather than the blue.
Well, I suppose I should become unconscious now. Sasuke's beginning to look like he's going to grab for me. I look one last time at my Gaara. He licks his fingers one last time, and smirks at my blush and heated gaze. I allow myself to fall into my happy little dream world.
When I wake up, I'll be with the deep blue-black Uchiha Sasuke and the brightly burning blue Naruto. I know that Gaara won't be too far away. He wants to posses me, I think. He wants me for a precious person. I need him. I need his warmth, his color.
I allow myself to smirk internally. This color is what I live for. And at least I can have Naruto every day, maybe even get him to be a little rough with me, make my Gaara jealous. I don't know what he's doing to my mind, but I know that I like it. We are turning out to be very similar.
After all, his eyes are the same color as mine.
~*~
Ano sa, ano sa, that wasn't too painful, was it? Clicky clicky and leave me a few, eh hem, notes of encouragement. Or scream and run back to the more conventional pairings.
Just for everyone to know, I am in favor of yaoi. I like the pairings of NaraSasu and KakaIru, so feel free to sling a few good ones my way, baby!