A.N. I don't own Inuyasha or Naruto.

"What's wrong, Gaara?" Concern flashed in the miko-nin's sapphire eyes as she rested her hand on his shoulder. When he tensed, her lips tugged downwards in a pretty frown.

Trying to shrug her off, the red head clenched his fists, fighting the shukaku within him as well as his own dark desires. "Go away, Kagome." He wasn't looking at her. If he looked, he might snap, might grab her and never let go.

"You seem ill! Gaara, I'm your friend. Remember me telling you about my friends back home? How I would do anything for them? Well, you're my friend now, Gaara. Let me help you." She reached out, smoothing his hair out of his eyes.

"Walk away. Now." Blood dripped to the floor as he dug his nails into his palms.

"Oh, no, Gaara!" She grabbed his fists and pried his fingers away from the bleeding crescents. With a flash of blue, she healed his hands and met his eyes. What she saw within them was frightening.

Grabbing her and pulling her in close, he let a growl rumble through him. "I warned you. You should have left." With that, he crushed his lips to hers, desperate, wanting.

Instead of crying and struggling as he expected, the miko closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Gaara..." Breathless when he finally let her up for air, she looked into his eyes. "Gaara, I love you." Touching his lips with her fingertips, she looked into his eyes. "If I'd known..." The words died on her lips as he claimed them again, more fervently.

Neither of them would ever walk away.