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Fading Dream	By : Madea Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the occurring characters from Naruto. I do not intend on earning money with this fic. Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

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Chapter 9: Night-blind
It was a wonderful and nice day. The birds chirped in the backyard, the sun shined brightly in his face and it smelled like freshly mowed grass. It was warm, perfect weather to go to a lake or something like that.
Naruto wanted to kill the birds, so they shut up, heavy rain clouds on the sky, so that the sun wouldn't heat up his head any more, and cursed whoever decided to cut the grass at 7 a.m. with one of those power mowers which woke up everyone in a radius of three blocks. All in all it was a day he would prefer to spend in his bed.
His whole body felt sore and his head ached like never before. Well, on one hand it's kinda expected to have a hangover, when you drink until you don't remember anything anymore, though Naruto didn't remember to have drunk that much. On the other hand, he was just once before drunk. After Yahikos death he never had the urge to celebrate anything.
It took him some time to realize that he also didn't know how he came back last night. He didn't remember anything at all from the moment where Hinata topped up his glass for the third time. Strangely he seemed to have taken a shower after coming back and slept in his pajamas.
Apart from his hangover, everything was like on every other day. He heard Gaara in the kitchen and the faintly noise of some news channel from the living room.
The image of a flustered Nagato invaded his mind. 'Hey, what the fuck was up with you yesterday? Clinging to me like some love-stricken idiot!' Naruto tugged his pillow over his head and hoped, nothing similar happened last night.

Gaara cursed himself again and again for running after Naruto that one day almost three weeks ago. His life would be that much easier.
It was as if last night had been just a dream. There were no bite marks on Narutos neck and no scratches on his arm. There were no signs that remembered at their shared night at his body at all. The blond was nervous like hell, but it didn't seem that Gaara was the reason for that. Gaara himself tried to stay calm. Well, at least no one noticed that he wasn't calm at all.
…
It was the second night after that the kyuubi took advantage of his liking for Naruto. Last night he didn't dare to come close to Naruto, but today he sat on his usual spot. Ironically it weren't his both demons that forced him to so, but his curiosity about the kyuubi. Gaara knew little about the demon in Naruto. Finding information about demons wasn't easy nowadays, especially when you didn't know the name of the demon. He mused, if Naruto even knew, that the being in him had a name, or did he really think the fox was named 'kyuubi'? Apparently they didn't speak much with each other. All in all the demon seemed to be calmer than Shukaku. But without Shukakus constant screaming, sometimes more understandable than other times, Gaara wouldn't even know, that the kyuubi was a fox.

Still he envied Naruto for being able to sleep.
"Hey, kyuubi …" Gaara whispered lost in thoughts. Today he saw some members of the little club that restrained him from talking to Sakura all those years in his café. Naruto took a break, went to the rear exit with them and Gaara heard them arguing. Gaara didn't hear everything, but something about trying to hit on nearly everyone made his chest ache. He chuckled low at the memory. In the end they were both abused by the kyuubi and Gaara had no clue why the demon didn't tell Naruto yet what he did to him.
The fox didn't give any sign.
"I know very well you're hearing me." Naruto shifted his weight and faced Gaara now, but continued to snore. Either the fox didn't want to talk in a proper way with him or wasn't able to do so. "… Never mind. Just don't do that again, okay?" He left the fox alone with the idiot. His idiot.
A week passed before he dared to touch Naruto again. Absentminded he caressed his cheek.
Even though he knew, it was the kyuubi then and not Naruto, he wasn't able to forget that night. That night, where he didn't feel empty for some unknown reason, that set his mind aflame and calmed him at the same time. He missed the warm soft skin under his fingers and the sweet taste of Narutos lips.
Not until he was just inches away from his face, Gaara noticed he leaned in to kiss the blond. He stopped for a short moment, but decided to take the risk. It was just a soft kiss on his lips and somehow it managed to set his mind at peace for some time.
Naruto didn't react at all. Moments passed and Gaara felt the urge to beat anything up rising. Silently he climbed back into his room and left the apartment.
…
It was the sixth day now. By time Gaara realized that his little blond had a deep sleep. He gave him a kiss every morning before he left the window bench. But today was different. When their lips met, just like every night, the blond shifted and his eyes fluttered slowly open.
SHIT!

Naruto opened his eyes slowly but wasn't able to see anything particular. It took him always some minutes before he was able to see something, especially when he woke up in the midst of night, just like now.
He heard something clatter loud. Though he didn't see anything and was alone now, he was sure, just moments ago someone had kissed him. Still sleepy he sat up and touched his lips.
Suddenly a flood of images came to his head. No, not images, memories. It were just shreds, but he knew, which evening he was remembering now. Kibas birthday, after he had the blackout. They didn't feel like his own memories, more like from someone who was moving Narutos body, and everything was blurry.
Those blurry memories were upsetting. His fellow leaves already told him about his strange behavior that evening, but he hoped they wanted to prank him. Apparently they did not.
Naruto remembered faintly to have flirted with Hinata. Hardcore flirting, but she fainted as soon as he wanted to kiss her. Inos blue eyes appeared in his mind, giving him meaningful look. Or did he just want that smile to be meaningful? Naruto didn't want to think about her in that way. The next image in his head was again Hinata, snoozing, though he couldn’t make out where. Oh god, he should be glad he didn't harm her in any way! Then there was Sakura and he was close to her. Really, really close, he was even able to see single lashes. Images of Kiba, Chouji, Shikamaru and Shino flooded his head, but he wasn't able to put them in any relation that he liked. Those memories were disturbing.
More and more pictures came back to him. They were dark, he hardly saw anything. There was a big bed and the walls of the room were covered by bookshelves.
It was still dark, but he saw again and again the same eyes, though there was no face to that eyes. He wasn't really able to tell the color, but he had the impression, they were green. This certain memory made him feel warm and content.
Oh god, did he spend the night with Sakura? Where? Her room was totally different from what he saw in his memories. But why was he back at Gaaras afterwards? Did he do anything that made her kick him out? He didn't saw her once since that evening … He tried to see her on his day off, but she wasn't anywhere to be found.
He felt his fingers still lingering at his lips. One thing was for sure, he had kissed that person once before at Kibas birthday party. He lost his first kiss drunk at a party and didn't even remember it. Great! Sighing he let his head fall back and stared at the stars. He liked that kiss.
The sun was up for some time now and he heard the same familiar noises like every morning. Twittering, wind in the leaves of the trees in the backyard, people in the shopping street, the anchorman of Gaaras favorite news channel and the coffee machine. Apparently he dozed off again.
As soon as he was completely awake again, he remembered what happened last night. He didn't hear anything in the apartment and the loud clatter came from the window. To be honest, he never looked outside of that window at daytime, except for when he woke up, but everything he saw then was just the blue sky. At least now he should take a look. There was a balcony and looking to his left he could see a window, most likely to Gaaras room, but the blinds were closed, and the door to the living room. So far so good. To his right was a fire escape.
He climbed through the window on the balcony. Going through the living room may cause questions Naruto didn't want to answer now, and he didn't want to upset Gaara with the thought of a burglar. Especially not, when Naruto hoped that person would come again. Though he wished, it was Sakura - after all the chances weren't bad -, a small part of him didn't care who that was, as long as he wouldn't be left by that person. Something deep inside of him yearned for that person.
The fire escape didn't reach the ground, but everyone from the green leaf would be able to get up and down there. That explained the noise and how that person came to him.
That day Gaara seemed to be pissed off by something, though whenever Naruto asked, what's the matter, he earned a glare or a simple "Nothing", sometimes followed by a "Everything is as it should be". Naruto didn't believe him at all. Maybe because every time the short-tempered redhead condescend to give an answer, he hissed or growled.
Naruto tried to stay all night long awake and feigned sleep, waiting for the person with those wonderful lips. His hopes weren't fulfilled.
Though the kyuubi hardly ever spoke to him - to be exact they spoke for three times until now, to confirm his existence, when he first met Gaara, and when Yahiko died - he heard him laughing.
"What's so funny?" Naruto wasn't in the best mood.
"Never mind"
The second night he wasn't able to stay awake. Surprisingly he felt those lips again after some time. Thanks to his lucid dreams, he was mentally prepared this time and feigned sleep until he was sure to be able to move his body. He reached for whoever that was, grabbed some cloth and snapped his eyes open.

To Gaaras luck it was cloudy and there weren't any lights on the backyard. Thusly the blond shouldn't be able to see him for at least two more minutes. Still he panicked, yanked his arm away and backed away through the window.
"Wait!" Naruto whispered hectic and sat up rapidly.
This time he really took the fire escape, fearing his fox would see through his distraction. Gaara still waited for the day, when the kyuubi decided to tell Naruto everything. He should definitely stop this.
Through the whole day Naruto seemed absentminded. Gaara wouldn't disturb his sleep anymore.
…
A whole week passed. It was surprising how calm he was. Yes, Shukaku was screaming louder than ever before and made his head explode, and the other demon seemed to try to rip his innards, but beside that everything was fine. Much better than it would be, if he'd lost Naruto for a second time.
Everything was just fine.
Fine.
That night Gaara didn't go over to Narutos window again. He sat beside his own window and listened to the sound of the summer night. He heard Naruto sobbing. Did the kyuubi tell him in the end? Well, maybe that was his deserved punishment. Losing his sun, that little light in his dark life. He touched his scar. Everything will have consequences once.
"Dear kami," Gaara heard his fox praying, "whoever that is, please don't let him hate me, okay?" There was a small sparkle of hope in Gaaras chest, but he didn't want to cherish it.
Another week passed.
That night he heard paper constantly flapping in the air. It pulled him again and again out of his thoughts. A note hung at Narutos window. The fox snored lightly. 'I didn't mean to hurt you. Please come back.' Gaara took the note with him to his room. Maybe another day. Not yet.
"Dear kami. I thank you for passing my message." By now Naruto had the habit to pray every evening. Another week had passed and Gaara still hadn't sit on his spot once again. The blond seemed to be more and more depressed day by day.
"Could you tell her … or him, that I won't try to look at her … or him anymore?"
It took some time till Gaara heard Naruto breathing deep and even. He wanted to take just a short peek at his fox and was somehow surprised to see the blond blindfolded sitting on the couch. Pathetic. And at the same time cute.
Before he knew what he did Gaara leaned in, reached for Narutos chin and stroke his jar absentminded with his thumb.
"Please don't leave again, yeah?" Naruto was still sleepy and voice cracked at the last part. The blond looked so small and fragile.
Gaara gave him a peck on his lips, leaned his forehead against his fox's and shook his head. He needed to talk with the kyuubi. It was all too good to be true.

Last night the person that defined his dreams came finally back.
From dream to dream the image changed. Once it was Hinata, once Ino, but mostly Sakura. God, he hated himself for that. But who can influence their dreams? Well, Jiraiya told him, when he concentrated enough, he would be able to affect his dreams, but it never worked out for Naruto. He would be glad if he would be able to do so, he wouldn't have to face dreams about his male friends from time to time, and could concentrate on Sakura. That was freaking! As much as he said, he didn't care for the gender of that mysterious person that he yearned for, as much he prayed for it to be Sakura.
She … Or he … He decided to call the person 'she'. She didn't speak to him and after that kiss and assurance to not leave him again, she didn't touch him again, but he felt her presence. Sometime Naruto must have fallen asleep, since the next thing he knew was that the sun shone in his face and the presence was gone. Cautious he lifted his blindfold and saw the window bench empty.
Still he was in a good mood and left his room still in his pajamas. It was his free day after all and no one would take his good mood. He took a glass water and sat down beside Gaara on the floor in the living room. The redhead also seemed to be in a rather good mood and sipped absentminded his coffee, a small smile on his face. Naruto tried to remember and took a mouthful of water. Did he ever saw Gaara genuine smiling before? Smirking yes, but smiling ...? Not only the faked smile for his patrons? What the …? Was it possible that he saw Gaara really smiling for the first time in his life?!
The redhead yanked him out of his musings. "Does the kyuubi ever talks to you?"
Naruto choked nearly on his water. "What?!" He coughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I asked if-"
"No, no, no. I heard you. Just … You know, whenever I tried to talk about that whole demon stuff, you beat me up." His voice was still hoarse and he looked skeptical at Gaara. The redhead looked at the coffee in his hands in his lap and his posture seemed to shrink. "Four times."
Gaara looked back at Naruto and tilted his head in question.
"He spoke with me four times now. First: When I got to know of him. I thought that all was a lie until he said 'No. I'm here, little brat. I was always here and I will always be here. Don't you think you can escape.' Second: When I saw you for the first time. 'I know him,' were his words at my sick feeling after seeing you that close for the first time. Just as I already told you back then, I didn't know what he meant then."
The red haired teenager averted his eyes to his coffee again and looked somewhat hurt. "Was I really that bad then?"
Naruto nodded, but smiled cheerful. "Dunno anymore why I had that feeling, just that my stomach turned upside down. By the way, since you always beat me up when I talked about this stuff, you never told me that there's really a demon in you," Naruto mused.
"He's called Shukaku. When were the other two times?"
"Huh- … Oh yeah! Third: When Yahiko died. I don't remember really anymore, but something about letting out my hate and killing and so on. I tried to shield him off. Also, that day was the first time I got drunk and … well … Seemingly I got a little problem of remembering things and control myself, when I'm drunk. On top of that I can't really hold my liquor. Had to learn on the hard tour. That time at Kiba's was the second time I drank alcohol and also the second time I got a blackout." He scratched sheepishly his head and sighed.
"Fourth?" Gaaras voice was almost a whisper and if Naruto hadn't know how Gaara was when he was a child, he would have thought the redhead feared to be beaten.
"A week after Kibas party." Gaara flinched. What was up? "Everything okay?" Gaara nodded. Naruto noticed that his cup was empty, a rare thing. "Want another coffee?" Gaara shook his head. Something was certainly off.
"Just continue," Gaara said with a monotone voice.
"Well, he didn't really say something at the beginning. Just laughed. And when I asked him why, he said, 'Never mind'. That was it."
Gaara left for the kitchen and Naruto mused what to do with his free day and if he should take the opportunity to ask Gaara more about that 'Shukaku' or if that would ruin his mood.
"Anything planned for today, sweetie?" He called the redhead sometimes so. The girlish look he had as a child and the constant sweet smell that surrounded Gaara gave him that nickname, but Naruto would never admit that he noticed latter. After the first time he called his friend that way, he had a big bruise on his arm that didn't heal for more than a week, but by now the redhead didn't budge anymore on that nickname.
No reaction means no. He came back and sat down beside Naruto.
"So, will you beat me up again when I want to talk about this whole demon-stuff and so on?"
Gaara shook his head and his expression was somber all of a sudden. "But I still don't like it. Don't expect me to answer any of your questions." Naruto sighed and let himself fall back on the carpet. Gaara in contrast stood up. "Maybe you should start with asking the kyuubi for his name?" He left for his room and Naruto didn't hear any sound for hours.

Last night nothing particular happened. He let Naruto know, he was there by ruffling through his hair once, but didn't touch the boy after that anymore.
Regardless of that the blond was in a good mood the following day. In a calm minute he sat down at the counter and watched Gaara intensely. It made him nervous, but he was able to hide it. Naruto was the only person that saw his moods change at all, but some things Gaara was still able to hide from him.
His fox sighed. Wasn't he happy just moments ago? "Say, can you still do that with the sand? I mean, like floating and so on? Didn't see any sand at all, neither here nor upstairs." Luckily the blond spoke low enough to be not heard by anyone expect Gaara.
He smirked. How much he wanted to show him what he was able to do … But he just let a bit slip over the counter, up Narutos arm and over his delightful neck. Damn, he lost his mind too often. The sand retreated on an instant into the air, the cloud not massive enough to be seen by anyone, and back to its original spots. Naruto looked amazed at him.
"Guess you improved, huh?" The blond beamed at him. So many firsts. The boy was also the first one who wasn't disgusted by his ability.
Days passed and it was the beginning of august by now. Gaara still hadn't come to any clue why the kyuubi hadn't told Naruto anything. He wanted to talk to the fox, but didn't know how. That special night, when the kyuubi had the control over Narutos body was the only time Gaara saw his friend controlled, and the kyuubi didn't take over his body when he slept. Should he make him drunk …?
Hell, why provoke anything while everything was so nice right now? The kyuubi was a goddamn demon and whoever tried to find reasoning in a demons thinking was insane. Well, Gaara had to admit there was actual little that made him sane. He wanted answers, but trying to force the kyuubi out of his comfort-zone - since he didn't tell Naruto anything he apparently was in his comfort-zone - may make things worse than they are.
It wasn't really how he wanted it to be, but at least he was able to kiss his fox now every night without much to fear. To be exact, right now Gaara sat on his lap, his knees on both sides of Naruto, the blonds hands were on his hips and Gaaras rested on Narutos shoulders.
The blond gasped for air when their swollen lips parted. But Gaara didn't like the feeling deep down in his stomach, whenever he looked at the blindfold. He yearned to see if Narutos eyes looked with the same lust at him like they did, when it had been the kyuubi.
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