Previously-

Every moment I am away for Naruto something could have happened. I grabbed the nearest bottle and went back to my love.

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Now-

I hurried back to Naruto's side, drinking the dark red liquid that sloshed around in the bottle as I went. It soothed my throat and mind, and I had only a sip left by the time I arrived back by my blondes side. I placed the nearly empty bottle off to the side of the door, and went up to check on his fever. He's burning up. It felt like his skin was on fire. It's too high, his fever is to high. At this rate the fever will kill him. Acting quickly I stripped myself of my clothes and wrapped myself around him. Hoping my ice like skin would help cool him. He groan softly and leaned into me. I pressed him tightly against me, no allowing any space between us. We remained that way for a while.

"Everything is a mess." I whispered softly. "I don't want to lose you, so your not allowed to die. Not yet, Naruto." I closed my eyes and kissed each of his close eye kid. "You hear me? You can't die yet."

Naruto P.O.V

It hurt. Everything hurt. Gaara, where is he? Oh. I remembered now. He is back on earth. I died. The memory of the blade piercing my stomach vividly showed itself in my mind. Oh no, Gaara. I left him. How could I have done that? I remember my lovely red heads skin, and how cool and smooth it was. Suddenly I felt alone. Like a presence which had been there was no gone.

"May we meet in another life and may it be filled only with joy." My heart ached. The words were soft and spoken so far away. I couldn't reach them. I knew however whose voice it was. Gaara. Please Gaara don't leave me alone here. I don't want to be alone. I tried to moved, to reach for him. But my limbs were tired, and heavy. My body was drained of strength. "I am sorry for what I am about to do. I hope you can forgive me." What is it? What do you mean? I'm right! I screamed inwardly hopping some sort of spun made it out of me. Nothing. Everything was simply emptiness. Then, a feeling. A spark. Something thick and wet drizzled down my throat. It was nice, but only for a moment. Then everything was burning. A scaring feeling of being burnt alive. Is that what Gaara is doing to me? Is he creating me? No! I am alive! I am alive! I screamed this Over and over against praying he would hear me. Put the fire out! A steady beating sound went silent. I wonder why that was?... I didn't have to time to focus on that though. I new to reach him. I need to reach Gaara.

The blazing agony felt as though flames made it there life time goal to lick me until my skin melted off of my bones and felt to the grass where is fading into nothingness and as. I wanted to scream, to tell some one to put out the burning and binding feeling I felt. But I couldn't. My throat was dry, cracking and was I sure any sound I made would most likely just end up a horse moan no one would be able to understand. Another surge Of flames caressed my skin, and I longed for something cool to sooth my burning skin. I longed for Gaara skin, and the feeling of him against me. I crave him. I felt something wet and cool on me. Why? Why is this? It was nice though. The burning wasn't so bad with this feeling. He went a little further away, but I knew he was still near. Gaara. He was here. I knew it. He was near and I was certain as long as he was near everything would be fine. More time passed and the burning never went away. Then something happen. I couldn't feel Gaara near me anymore. I suddenly felt all alone. Struggle in my gagged silence, inside my head. Drowning in flames. You would think it wouldn't take as long to be burned to nothingness. Tick rock goes the clock. The burning grew and I wanted to scream more. Of course, no sound would come out. I was trapped inside a lifeless body. I was alone, and I didn't like it. Where is Gaara? I want him! Yet, if this really is hell, do I really want him to be here? I was conflicted. I felt like I should be nothing but ash. Maybe that's why Gaara isn't here any longer. Because I am dead, and nothing but a pile of ashes. If that so then why do I still feel? Ah right. Hell. That's why. Because I am in hell. It grew worse. Flames became in inferno of blazing heat capable, I am sure, of turning even bone to ash. Then he was back. He presence made my agony more bearable. Something cool wrapped itself around me in a sooth sort of demanding way. Gaara's skin. I knew that is what is was. I would remember him anywhere. It was cool and refreshing. "Everything is a mess." He whispered softly. "I don't want to lose you, so your not allowed to die. Not yet, Naruto." I wanted to hear more of his voice. It sounded so sad. I thought I was already dead. I'm not? "You hear me? You can't die yet." If I'm not dead, then I need to work on beating this fire. For Gaara, for The pain and worry that was thick in his voice. I will make that go away. I will make him happy. For as long as I can. I am no done yet. I gritted my teeth an shouted at the time of my lungs,

"Give Up, On Making Me Give Up!"

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