Previously-

I set him down, and let him loose of my stores. I sat and watched. Somehow, I had given him a replica of my curse.

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Now-

I say back and waited for Naruto to return to his senses. He did finally. Leaving the part of the cavern a mess. Then he walked over to where I was sitting, and out his head in my lap.

"Gaara, what's wrong with me?" He voice was low and muffled as he some into m lap, but I could still hear him. I ran my fingers through his hair gently and softly to help sooth him. This would be a difficult explanation, when I don't quite understand everything myself.

Naruto p.o.v:

I felt like an animal. Yet everything was foggy. Like when I attacked Gaara, just to- drink his blood? Now, I go nuts over his store of blood that he needs to live?

"Gaara, what's wrong with me?" Asked him softly, afraid to look up at his face. My body felt so weird. Familiar, but also foreign. His hands went through my hair, rubbing and petting me in just the perfect way. The way he knew I loved.

"I wouldn't say that something is, wrong..." He said trailing off as he was thinking.

"Then why am I...?" I asked him softly, still not looking up. A breathy sigh filled the air above me.

"I think, you may have become-" he stopped and fell silent. I slowly looked up at him, but i couldn't see his face. It was tilted up toward the ceiling and I felt like he was struggling with something. I crawled up further into his lap, sitting like I was straddling him. My arms wrapped around his neck.

"What?" I asked breathily, Anxious for an answer.

"I think," he said moving his eyes to look at me. "You became like me." Everything went quiet, as the words faded into nothing and I let myself absorb them.

"Like you?" I asked him. Like him, as in the food cravings? My skin? A quick look showed me that my skin was still perfectly normal. I couldn't do much about the... Blood. But if that all I think I can handle that.

"Yes. Like me."

"Is that just the food?" He looked back up at the ceiling as he thought about my words.

"No, I think-" he looked back down at me again, with a sad look on his face and he stopped, like he wanted to say something."

"What?" I asked. I was kinda getting bored of this whole twenty questions thing.

"Everything." He said. "I think it's everything to do with my curse." My throat was burning. I wanted- well actually I want to go to sleep- to taste blood again. What the hell?! I shook my head quickly trying to rid myself of the thought. I don't want blood. I blinked as forced myself to answer him, even if he didn't ask a question. Great. That made no sense. Hurray.

"So. You passed you curse on to me. How?" He squirmed slightly, and I was struck again my the desire for blood, and I found myself leaning closer and closer to his neck. He nice long pale neck..

"Naruto?" He asked softly and I jerked back and away again.

"Sorry." He slid his hand up on my forehead, brushing loose hair out of my eyes.

"Are feeling alright?" He asked worried. I nodded slowly, a little unsure of it myself. I just want to bite him so much, I don't even know why! Wait, yes I do... I licked my lips then jerk out his arms and lap and pressed my back against the wall, my fist pressed firmly in my mouth. Gaara stood quickly, and look at me with a mix worry, guilt, and......

Fear.

He feared me?! Oh god no. My heart dropped I pressed myself tighter against the wall, my throat was still burning so much. I was so- so- so thirsty! So fucking thirsty! But why? Just had plenty to drink, more than Gaara needs, and he is still was able to control himself around me. Here I am acting like some sort of weak kid. I hated it. I hated the burn in my throat. But more than anything, I hated that I had caused such looks from Gaara. My knees trembled slightly, and I fell down to the floor. An iron taste that was familiar to me gently seeped into my mouth. Blood. My blood. It doesn't taste like the blood Gaara had. Is it because it's mine? Or is it because it's from someone with the curse? I bite down on my hand harder. I want to cry. I want to scream. I want Gaara to get his ass over here an give me a god damned hug and kiss and tell me everything will be fine. I squeezed my eyes shut and bite down until I felt my teeth scrap bone. It hurt, but in a weird kind of way it help keep control of everything. I am so fucking confused. Arms wrapped around me and I was pulled into his chest.

"I know." He said holding my close and letting his hands press against my back and head. "I know what your feeling."

"Your eyes. You were scared." I muttered softly into his chest. "Why?"

"Because-" he paused again. I didn't like that. Gaara had always been so sure.

Hadn't he?

I tensed and he gently massaged my back. "I was scared that you would be angry with me."

"What why would I-" I coughed violently, and Gaara pulled back to look at me closely.

"Your throat. It's still burning like branding iron isn't it?" He asked. I nodded ashamed. I don't know for sure why I was, but I was. He stood up, pulling me to my feet. "Come one. We need to do something about that thirst of yours." I followed after him before he steeped and crouched Down to the ground. Hold his arms behind him like he was waiting for something.

"Gaara?"

"Get on my back. It's easier." I nodded, even though he wouldn't see and climbed on his back.he started to run. And by run, I mean fly. Colors raced by so quickly and yet nothing blurred. I saw everything as though it was still. I let my eyes slid shut, and let myself focus on Gaara scent. It filled me with a sense of safety. "Naruto, if it becomes to difficult to take it any longer, bite me." The words fell effortless from my red heads lips.

"What?!"

"If you think you will lose control, then bite me." He said. "I can handle it. Humans however..." He trailed off. I understood though. They wouldn't be able to take it.

"Gaara. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere I can get some more blood for you." We went in for a while longer. Further and further away from the village I ha know and loved. Away, from our church. It filled my heart with a sense of loss. I wasn't sure, but I had the odd feeling that we wouldn't be going back.

At least not for a good long while.

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