A Desert Rose

BY : DemonMiko
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 1862
Disclaimer: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto, although I would love to own Gaara. I make no money from this story. Also, writing this with no beta reader, so there are bound to be some mistakes.

The first time she met him she had only been 6 years old. Just a little girl who had run from her uncle's funeral and ended up at an empty playground. The same playground her uncle would take her to when he wasn’t busy with work.

She sat on the swing, twirling a small red flower between her fingers. It was her uncle's favorite, taken right off one of the pots of flowers he’d helped her grow in hwe bedroom. She had been planning to lay one on his grave site but at the last minute, she had refused to do so. She knew that if she did she’d be admitting that he really was gone forever, and she couldn’t accept that. That was why she had run away from the ceremony. Nobody had followed after her.

Tears welled up in her dark brown eyes and fell slowly down pudgy red cheeks.

“Are you alright?”

She turned her head toward the voice and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. There was a boy standing a few feet away and for a moment she stared at him. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place why. He slowly stepped closer and when she didn’t respond he pointed to the swing beside her.

“Can I sit next to you?”

She nodded and he sat down, swinging his legs gently. He stared at the ground and she stared at him. She thought he was pretty. His hair was red, and red was her favorite color. It had been her uncle’s favorite too.

“I…I like your hair…it’s very pretty,” she said quietly. His head snapped up to look at her and she saw his aqua colored eyes open wide in surprise. When he didn’t say anything she looked away.

“Yours is pretty too.”

She turned back to look at him and smiled. She loved her hair. It was a wavy mass of beautiful copper that made her think of her mother. She wished she'd done something to deserve his praise for it though. All she had done was yank it up into a messy ponytail. Her smile faded quickly and she returned to the silence. The boy shifted in his swing.

“Why were you crying before?” He asked.

She bit herr lip and stared at the flower in her hand.

“My uncle…he…he died…” she whispered, voice cracking slightly as tears filled herr eyes once again. “Now I just have my sister and our aunt......our parents died when we were still babies...I don't know what we're gonna do now..."

She thought back to her 6th birthday party a few months ago. Since her unle was a member of the Kazekage’s council, he had invited many of the other elite families from the land of wind with the intention to parade her and her twin sister, Amaya, around like objects. He had high hopes that one day she and Amaya would marry high class men so that they could all continue leading the lavish lifestyle that he and the two young girls were accustomed to. But she didn't really care about being wealthy. She had ideals to marry purely for love and happiness, but she wanted to please her uncle, so she tried to be polite to everyone praising her.

"Our aunt hates us...so we're thinking of asking the Kazekage to move us away from her so that she doesn't kill us in a drunken rage..." She said softly, continuing to stare at the ground.

“My family doesn’t like me either,” the boy said to her. “nobody does really. My uncle is the only one who takes care of me.”

He’d caught her off guard with his comment and she could see he was sad. She reached out to take his hand in hers.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad too,” she said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

He looked at her curiously. He didn’t understand why she were still here talking to him…and now she’d touched him. Nobody ever got that close.

“Ummm…what’s your name?” She asked. She’d been sitting with him for a while and had just noticed neither of you knew the other's name.

“I’m Gaara,” he said quietly.

She remembered that name. Her eyes opened wide in recognition and She pulled her hand away. Now she knew why he looked familiar. He was the boy her aunt had pointed out to her once. She had said he was a monster and that he’d kill her if she ever talked to him.

When she pulled her hand back he saw the fear in her eyes and he looked down, his eyes tearing up. 'She really is just like everyone else.' he thought bitterly.

She bit her lip and jumped off the swing to stand in front of him. 

“I’m Makina!” she said, trying to catch his attention again. Her aunt had to be wrong. He didn’t seem like a monster. He’d been nice to her the whole time. If he’d wanted to hurt her it would have happened already, right?

Despite her sudden outburst he refused to look at her. She could see the sand around her beginning to sift.  She wasn’t sure what to say but she wanted him to talk to her again. When he still didn’t look up she frowned.

“I’m sorry Gaara-kun. Please don’t be sad.” She reached for his hand again but herr wrist was suddenly caught by sand. It was tight and a little uncomfortable. It caught her off guard and she spent a few moments poking at it. She didn’t know sand could do that. She thought it was kind of cool.

Gaara finally looked back up at her and he let the sand drop. She didn’t look scared or sad anymore. Instead she smiled a small, innocent smile.

“Did you do that with the sand?” she asked. 

He nodded and Makina smiled.

“Can you make it do anything else?”


“Could you show me?”


She decided to let the topic drop since she didn’t want to upset him again. She handed him her flower, a red rose. He took the rose and stared at her.

“It matches your hair,” she said, smiling. “I have lots that I grow in my room…so I want you to have this one to say sorry I made you sad.”

He thought she were a little odd but he smiled at the present.

She suddenly realized how dark it was and looked up at the starry sky. She wondered if she should go home and how much trouble she’d be in when she got there. Then she wondered if anyone had bothered to look for her. She doubted it.

“Hey, if I go home now can I see you again tomorrow?” she asked.

He nodded slowly.

“Meet me by the swings tomorrow afternoon then,” Makina said, turning on her heels and running off in the direction of her home. She looked back once to wave goodbye before taking off full speed towards her home.

He watched he go and decided to head home as well. He looked at the flower in his hand and wondered if she really would come back tomorrow.

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