Previously-

A soft sigh sounded. It was tired, and exhaustive. I wonder.... Whose sigh was it that spilled from lips and floated away on the nonexistent breeze?

Well. It doesn't matter either way.

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Now-

---Naruto---

Water. Bubbling and gurgling. That sound rang out in my ears loudly.

I remember when i was younger, and everyone was picking elements they thought suited them. Kiba picked earth, and Sasuke picked water. I chose fire. I think Hinata picked earth as well, Sakura picked water. The adults all laughed, and said that we would have to pick elements that described us. Not ones we liked. They decided to make thing interesting and have everyone work together to pick an element for ourselves. Group vote of agreement. Kiba got fire. His hot headed temper won out. Hinata and Sakura both got water. Sasuke.... Fire. Then when it came time to pick for me, no one could agree. Sakura voted for Water. She explained that im the complete opposite of sasuke, so i of course would be water. Kiba come forward with air. Light and breezy, i took a everything in stride and moved from place to place. Bound to no one. Hinata decided Earth. Like the ground i was always there. Always there to help protect or goof off with. Something that often goes unnoticed, is earth. Sasuke said fire. My anger and temper and lack of thought before action fit with the whims of the devastating and fiery cruelty of flames. In the end, they could only decide that i was either Air or Water.

Right now, i wonder which element would be describe me? My carefree nature seem to have left. In its place was a raging tornado with winds of confusion screaming and howling and water scratching like a rabid and starving dog does when confronted with a box of meat that it cant get to. Water. Wind. Either one seems to be scary on its own. Both water and wind have cut up the earth and left vast deep cuts. But i think wind, is the most devastating. It can part water, breaking it, making more of itself. It can blow the waves of oceans onto lands and can suffocate fires or make them to burn brighter. So i guess my whirlwind self is spinning out in an out of control tornado. I tore at Gaara shoulder. Warmth. It filled my mouth in bittersweet thick feeling.

I had syrup once. It was a long time ago. Blood, at least his blood tastes like syrup. The sweetest, finest syrup. Melting on my mouth and letting its richness filled it with a dizzying feeling of Almost euphoria. Almost. The red sight kept jerking me back every time i got close to my edge. Im not sure if I'm happy about that or not. He hasn't moved. I wonder, did i kill him? I didn't mean. I started to pull back when something moved to rest on my back. His hand? So he's ready to fight back huh? I guess that makes sense. I mean i am basically ripping his flesh from his bones bit by bit with my teeth. But he didn't make another move after that.

Why?

Your just going to leave your hand there?

What if i decide to eat it, then you wouldn't have a hand there.

Another arm slid around my waist. A hug. He was hugging me. A soft sigh slid from his lips. My fingers tore at his belly even as my teeth had torn at his shoulder. It froze though, when i heard the sound.

The sounds of water bubbling and gurgling, of drowning. Those sounds of my drowning faded into the background. That whisper soft sound slid off into the air. The still air. I don't get it. Im angry with you. So fucking angry. You have ignored me, and had me panting like a horny dog, and then tossed my heart around and i was crying like a newborn baby.

And yet...

I stopped frozen not even and inch from where i have torn at his neck and whispered put words i knew he could. I doubt he can answer them.

"Why do i still fucking love you?" His hands tightened on my back.

"Do you?" He murmured. Not moving his face to look at mine.

"Would you hate me if i said yes?" I was breathing hard as i asked this question. I still refused to look over at him. It was a long time before he responded.

"No. The word hate is not an adjective i can ever apply to you. Not in any way shape or form. I have and always will, love you." Something wet was on my face. Cold and wet. My body sat up and i looked down at what my feelings to destroy and to corner had done. Salt water fell onto Gaara's sliced and torn chest and shoulder. I sobbed. It looked like a wild animal had attacked him. A rabid, starving dog. I did that. It me. Im the rabid wild dog that tore at his flesh. My hands came to rest on his chest. Red. It was all red. Like flowers of death, i thought as i cried over him. Over the boy i loved and died over. I wanted him to be close. I loved him.

"I'm sorry." I never doubted my love for him.

"Im sorry!" I hated the word love, back when i was younger. It was a cheap four letter word that people seemed to use willy nilly, not giving a thought about it. Oh i love that dress. I love those flowers. I love that pretty house. I love my doggy.

"Im sorry!" Over and over again.

"Im sorry!" I had hated the word. But its not the same.

"Im sorry!" That love and this love, its not the same. Thats not love. This?

"Im sorry!" This twisted, fucked up obsession over each other to the point of going mad and yet each time it the obsession and twistedness which brings up back from the brink before sending us put again.

This is love.

"IM SORRY GAARA!!!!" I screamed those words out and cried like a newborn baby again. Crying, worrying hurting screaming pain confusion. It seemed like that was the story of my life these last few.... Months? Something crept along my face and wiped my eyes of tears. Pale familiar hand dragged me closer and i found my eyes frozen for an instant of time as he kissed me. He eyes were shut tight a sort of concentration and desire creating lines on his face as though he was frowning. It was only for an instant though. Then my body mind and soul wrapped itself up in the feeling of his kiss. The affection i wanted and need. My very own type of drug.

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