Yellow | By : KitsuneArasi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Gaara/Naruto Views: 1704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: I thought I owed all of you lovelies a bit more of this story, as it expanded a bit in my head. I'm finishing this at 4 AM, so it's probably subject to some major revision. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine. Have you ever seen anything remotely like this in Naruto? Didn't think so.
Yellow
II: The Golden Glow
The day that Naruto Uzumaki first followed Gaara Sabakuno home, the rain flooded the streets. It was impossible to take a step without feeling the water flood your shoes like a reverse airlock in some SciFi film.
And it was cold.
Gaara growled at the feeling of cold, sopping denim sticking to his calves as another little wave rippled away from Naruto's obnoxious rainbow boots.
"You always walk home from school?"
"Yes."
"That must be why you're so fit."
Gaara turned his head, gazing pointedly at the chiseled abs apparent below that stupid yellow smiley shirt.
"Not from walking." Naruto grinned, and Gaara's head snapped away.
"Keep that to yourself."
"Hey. You're blushing."
"Shut up."
"But it's cute!"
"If you have to keep running your mouth, talk about something else!"
"Let me think about it."
Thinking, apparently, took a great deal more concentration on Naruto's part than speaking did. He was, for the most part, silent for the next few blocks.
Gaara could almost be thankful, were it not for the constant waves of rainwater still soaking in through his clothes. He slid his gaze to the side, intent on glaring daggers at the other male, but paused.
The umbrella cast them both in a soft yellow glow. Like this, the obnoxious boy almost looked...soft, somehow. Like he was made of something good inside.
Naruto shook his head, offering up another little smile, "Something wrong?"
Gaara frowned, any good will dragged out by the speech of his nemesis, "You're getting me soaked."
"Oh." Naruto paused in motion, "Why didn't you say so?"
Because that means I'd have to talk to you!
"Hmph."
"Well, it's easy enough to fix. It's exercise, anyway."
He shoved the umbrella at Gaara, offering no explanation. The redhead eyed the handle of the yellow monstrosity as if he could see the microscopic germs writhing on the plastic.
Then, suddenly, he was flying...or something like it.
He could not, for the life of him, remember the last time he had been held aloft in any way.
Yet that was exactly what happened.
The day that Naruto Uzumaki first met Gaara Sabakuno, he carried him home.
Gaara had struggled, of course, but the blonde was strong, and each time he squirmed, the umbrella would sway, and the rain would come flooding down on their unprotected heads.
In the end, as Naruto set him down gently on his front porch, there was really no point for the damn ducky at all.
Both of them resembled rather colorful drowned rats, dripping and shivering on the old wooden boards.
Gaara opened his mouth to ream the older boy, but stopped at the light in the blonde's eyes.
"Thanks for walking with me, Gaara."
"...You're welcome. Now go home." He grumbled, pushing the heinous umbrella back into the blonde's grip, lest he attempt to carry him across the threshold.
"Yeesh. Okay, okay, not even gonna give me a towel. I get it." Naruto joked, turning and walking back out from the relative safety of the covered porch.
Gaara watched him as he headed back down the walkway to the sidewalk, determined to see him leave.
With good reason. The neon wonder turned back mere inches from the sidewalk.
"Hey, Gaa-"
"What?"
A sudden, bubbling laugh that he could barely make out through the rain, then, "You're prettier than Deidara said! Just wanted you to know that!"
Naruto ran off before Gaara could find anything to throw, so he missed the little twitch at the corner of his lips.
But only a very little one.
And it disappeared by the time he locked the door behind him.
He whispered, "I'm home."
But in terms of emotional conviction, he probably didn't mean it.
A/N: Again, thanks for reading. Feedback is more than welcome, but I'm not going to ransom anything.
If anyone would be willing to throw together some art for any of my stories, it would be very much appreciated. owo
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