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Desert Flowers Still Have Thorns Completed	By : Royality Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was later in the afternoon when Gaara had come back into his bedroom. Truth be told, he was avoiding returning. He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Shiro about his condition, and he wasn't sure if Shiro would even tell him. The panicked look and frantic apologizes Shiro kept giving him over and over, despite the immense pain he was in, suggested that Shiro at least had some idea as to what was going on. The better question was, did Gaara even want to know? Well, he couldn't avoid his lover forever, and with a tray of light food, came into the bedroom alone. "Shiro? Are you awake? I got you some...Shiro?" Putting the tray down on the nightstand, Gaara noticed that the bed was empty.
"Shiro? Shiro!?" The Kazekage started to worry. It was a new feeling to him since he met the man. These feelings of belonging, worrying, maybe even loving another person. "Shit." He ran to check the bathroom, the closets, even under the bed. Finally, the breeze from the open balcony window caught his attention. Running to it, he was slightly stunned by the brilliant light of day, another thing he had avoided. The glare took a moment of getting use to, but sitting on the edge of the balcony railing, was his property. Wrapped up in the furry white blanket from the bed, his bare legs dangling down. Lost in thought, Shiro seemed not to have heard his name being called.
"Shiro! What are you doing? Why didn't you answer me?!" Still, there was nothing. The slit green eyes stared blankly down below, the body unmoving. It was at this time, did Gaara notice that Shiro was holding something. In a tight grip, he held what remained of the beautiful long, white hair. Upon further inspection, Gaara finally noticed that Shiro's remaining hair was short and spiky, and unevenly tussled about like a child would have. It would have been a flattering cut, it not for the unusual circumstances. It was short enough to show off the thin pale neck of the tall man's figure. Cute spikes surrounded the strap of the eye patch and bangs blew across Shiro's forehead. The hand that gripped the remains of the white silk strands finally let go, followed by a sigh of relief.
It was then when Shiro turned enough to notice Gaara, his face immediately looking distressed as tears overwhelmed the visible eye. The Kazekage was stunned, but the hair was one thing. The more pressing issue was why was Shiro crying and cut his hair off in the first place. Moving on its own, Gaara's body came forward and embraced his pet. He let Shiro cry it out for a moment, then carefully helped him down and back into the room. "You must be cold. Come on." This wasn't the time to address the hair or anything else. Carrying Shiro back to the bed, he adjusted the blanket as the younger man sat upon his knees, rubbing his own face with a forearm to get rid of the tears.
Gaara put a second blanket around him to ease the shivers, calmly sitting on the bed in front afterwards. "Are you feeling better now?" Even though Shiro kept his face covered with the arm, he nodded a bit.
"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry..."
Giving a pressed lip smile, Gaara shrugged it off as he reached to pull the arm away. "Stop scaring me so much today. You're going to send me to an early grave." The heaviness of the sniffling started to subside, though Shiro wouldn't look directly into the black outlined eyes. In retrospect, he felt rather ashamed. He had cut his hair without being aware of it, only to regain himself after the deed was done. Feeling so terrible about it, he sat on the balcony in fear of Gaara's reaction, but now, he was being treated so kindly. "You're...such a good person..." The tears started up again.
"Me? No, I'm not...Hey, stop crying already..." Sighing, Gaara had to use a long, brown sleeve to wipe the messy face off. "You'll tell me what happened when you get ready too. There isn't anything you can tell me that I'll get upset about, you know that..." Giving another nod, Shiro's face nuzzled at Gaara's hand. "I'm not...I'm not what you think I am. I'm a monster..."
"The only type of monster you are is a crybaby..." Trying the lighten the mood, Gaara tried his best attempt at humor. Shaking his head, Shiro took the hand he was being comforted with and pushed it away. "No...I really am. I remember...pieces...but I remember..."
"Remember what?"
It took a good amount of time in between sobs and nervousness for Shiro to explain the memories. He told Gaara about the boy in the cage, who had an unnaturally high immunity to poisons. He explained the layout of the prison, which Kabuto and Orochimaru kept kidnapped children from different bloodlines, and experimented on them. His block, was for children of families who were known for vitality. The boy, he explained, was the only one that survived whatever they were making at the time. What surprised Gaara the most was about the snake. Shiro wasn't sure if the snake was Orochimaru himself, or perhaps one of the many white snakes used. Maybe it was something else all together? Whatever it was, ate the boy, and regurgitated out the child after an unknown gestation period. Whatever it was, seemed to merge the two together, leaving only the skin of the beast behind.
"So...are you telling me that you're that boy?" Shiro looked away then, shaking his head.
"...I have memories, but...I think I'm the snake...I...consumed that child and merged. I...I can't remember...I can't tell where one ends and the other begins..." Holding his own head, Shiro closed his eyes tightly as if he didn't want to remember at all. "His hair was short like this, and brown. His eyes were brown too...and his skin was tanned. I...He...might be the same line as Prince Akane, or similar."
"Did you cut your hair to look like him?" The Kazekage's eyes softened, knowing only too well what it felt like to have such terrible memories haunt from childhood. His hand want to Shiro's face, slowly lifting his chin. To the question, Shiro only nodded. "I was sleep walking, I think...and when I came too, it was already short. I was worried you...would be mad...so..."
"I'm not mad...well, maybe a little..." Offering another kind smile, Gaara moved closer. His other hand came up to fluff the short white hair, which reminding him of duck feathers now. He didn't know that Shiro's hair had a bit of a curl to it, which it didn't have with the weight of the long hair. "You did cut it without asking me, after all, but you seem sorry enough for it. As far as being a monster...well...I was a lot worse than you. I still am."
"What...do you mean?" Shiro was already being pulled over into Gaara's arms, his body being touched and explored like the usual. Gaara had moved himself under the blanket, his arms wrapping around Shiro's body with hands that wandered and caressed the smooth bare chest and stomach. "When I would get angry, my demon would overtake me. Same with Naruto. We couldn't identify friend or foe, nor wanted too. We would change, physically, to fit our rage. I would turn into the creature that haunted my every dream...and he would turn into Kyuubi. Don't even get me started on Sasuke. His demon was his nightmares, as well...though he wasn't a host like Naruto and me."
"Ah..." Relaxing, Shiro seemed to understand what his lover was trying to do. It was...comforting...Turning to kiss Shiro's exposed neck, it was easier to do now there wasn't hair to brush to the side. Though the comforting all but ended as he bit harshly into the pale skin. Hissing, Shiro teared up from the pain, but it soon stopped. The bite mark was hard enough to leave not only teeth marks, but pierced the skin and bled slightly. The redness that dripped from the new wound was licked up by Gaara's creeping tongue slowly, who kept a grip around Shiro's waist. "There. Now if you're a monster, I have a bit of you inside me as well. If you're some sort of demon, I'm going to bind you to me. That's all there is to it."
"Why....would you want that? I never understood..."
"Because, you're mine. What's there to understand beyond that?"
With a defeated smile, Shiro gave a nod. That was simply how it was between the two of them. There were no confessions of love, or subtle gifts of romance. They simply were what they were. Two beasts, who marked and claimed each other in the most primal ways. It was a bond that was perhaps even deeper than most love confessions? The living tattoo on Shiro's body came up to heal the wound, but oddly enough, the scar remained, as if Shiro wanted it there. Watching, Gaara gave an approving scoff. "That's a good boy." A hand came up to ruffle up the white hair and removed the eye patch. It wasn't needed anymore. Gently, he turned Shiro's face to look upon it. It was really the first time he had gotten to see a clear view of the pair of snake eyes. They were glossed over from the crying, but sparkled in a dazzling way. Leaning in, he kissed the lips of his territory. There wasn't any resistance, and the mouth opening willingly to Gaara's advances.
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