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Naruto: The End Of Solitude	By : Tiger5913 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Three: Midnight Confession

�� At the
sound of the first thunking noise, the dozing brunette thought it was just a
part of her dream, and after emitting a wistful little sigh, she subconsciously
tried to burrow herself back into the warm, relaxing world of serene slumber.
�� When a
couple more thunks echoed within her ears, Matsuri stirred drowsily and moaned
a bit as she gradually awakened to awareness, even though her body was urged to
remain still to keep resting, and her mind also wanted to return to sleep.� Dark ebony eyes blinked slowly and focused
on the hazy, shadow-covered aspects of her surroundings, and the girl stifled a
yawn as she slowly ascended to a sitting position, and then glanced around her
own room in a bit of bewilderment.�
Faintly recalling the repetitive noises that had penetrated her peaceful
state, a slight frown formed over her expression as Matsuri tried to remember
which direction the sounds had come from� some other part of her house,
perhaps?� A quick glance into the
hallway right outside told her that there were no lights on in the nearby
vicinity, and she giggled softly at the thought of her sensei presumably
stumbling around in the darkness as he attempted to not disrupt her rest.
�� What�s
Gaara-sensei doing?� The girl wondered
silently to herself, and instead of calling out for his assistance, she decided
to get up and walk into the kitchen on her own for a glass of water, wanting to
test out the status of the sprain that was in her ankle.
�� Carefully,
Matsuri gripped the edge of her nearby nightstand while sliding her legs out
from underneath the covers, and then she planted her feet firmly on the carpet
floor, rising gradually as to not startle any weak or injured muscles in
them.� When she was fully standing, the
petite brunette gingerly took a few steps forward, and felt only a tingle of
sensitivity tickling her nerves, which indicated that the injury in her ankle
had already healed, and almost completely, in fact.� Pleased to see the speedy recovery, Matsuri grinned happily and
quietly padded out of her foot to head toward the kitchen, briefly toying with
the idea of going into the living room to show Gaara her leg so he would not
have to fuss over her condition anymore.�
Admittedly, the girl had enjoyed the way he took care of her earlier in
the evening, as he seemed to always worry about her status at the slightest
sign of pain or discomfort, which made sense because of their close
relationship, but she was also pretty tough on her own right.
�� As the
bole-haired girl approached the kitchen, she felt her gaze furtively slipping
over to glance at the darkened living room just a few feet away, and the urge
to see her sensei returned, only more strongly this time.� She kept the lights off as to not startle
him out of sleep, and then padded softly across the short space separating her
from his position, maintaining all the quiet stealth that had been taught to
her throughout the years of her ninja training.� Matsuri quickly reached the couch and leaned over slightly to
peer down at the slumbering redhead with a smile of expectation gracing her
lips, but to her surprise, the space was completely empty� where had he gone to
at this time of night?� Her initial
reaction was to check the front door, as she momentarily feared that someone
figured out the Kazekage was staying at her house, and had surreptitiously
swooped in under the veil of bleak gloom to take him away, like the one time
before.
�� But Matsuri
figured that she could just be overreacting as well, and so without even going
back to her room for weapon retrieval, she swiftly donned slippers and opened
the door to step out into the deceivingly serene darkness.� She slowly turned her head to look all
around, and then lifted her gaze to acknowledge the bright light shining down
from the full moon that hung in the otherwise coal-black sky, its luminous
brilliance overshadowing the tiny nearby stars.� Her worried expression faded a bit at the beautiful sight, and
when her eyes began to scan the area again, Matsuri caught a glimpse of a lone
figure on top of the roof of her house, silent and still, attention directed
straight at the moon.� Recognizing the
large gourd hanging from his back and the familiar strands of crimson red hair
lightly swaying in the calm nocturnal breeze, the girl instantly knew that it
was her sensei standing up there, which immediately roused her curiosity.
�� She quietly
shut the front door after ensuring it remained unlocked, and then leapt up onto
the rooftop, landing with barely any noise, and slowly, she proceeded toward
the spot where Gaara was standing, trying not to reveal her presence right
away.� A swift gust of wind swirled
around her body as the brunette walked along the straight wooden row, which was
a rather acute reminder of how thin her nightclothes were, the light-colored
cotton material clearly being a flimsy barrier against the cold.� Nearing his position, Matsuri vaguely
noticed that he was wearing a different outfit than when she last saw him
earlier in the evening, as he currently donned all-black attire that blended
well with the dark setting, a sharp contrast to the tan shade of his
gourd.� She approached Gaara
tentatively, wondering how she should greet him, or even if she was allowed to
be there at this moment, since he seemed at peace and tranquil within the still
environment, and she knew he valued his privacy most of the time.
�� Though she
presently faced his back, he somehow knew that she had arrived, for Matsuri was
still a few feet behind him when he suddenly spoke in his usual calm and cool
tone, �Matsuri.� Why aren�t you
asleep?� You should be resting right
now.�
�� Um, I just
got thirsty and woke up to get some water,� she fibbed hesitantly, not wanting
to reveal that the noises he made had actually caused her to awaken, and then
she realized where his concern must lay; �Oh, don�t worry, Gaara-sensei.� My leg doesn�t hurt anymore.�
�� Aside from
a slight nod in response, the tall redhead remained motionless, and his gaze
was keenly fixated upon the moon that loomed high up in the vast sky above
their heads, which made Matsuri silently wonder why he seemed so entranced by
it.
�� Feeling
somewhat awkward as if she had disrupted his reserved moment of peaceful
solitude, the timid brunette stayed quiet for a short while longer before she
asked softly, faltering and fumbling over the words a bit, �Gaara-sensei?� Is� um� something bothering you?�
�� His initial
response was to claim that nothing was wrong, but upon hearing the concern in
her soothing, melodic voice, he suddenly wondered how she would react if he
revealed just a sliver of his inner turmoil to her.� Matsuri.� Would you be
able to understand, or will you become stricken with fear and leave me?
�� Unsure of
whether or not he would actually tell her anything, Matsuri simply opted to
continue walking forward until she was positioned right beside her sensei, and
then after a moment, she turned her head to peer at him in wordless inquiry.
�� Gaara
sensed that she expected a response, eventually, and she would not believe his
assertion that everything was fine; his student knew him far better than that,
and seemed to sense whenever he felt perturbed, no matter how hard he tried to
conceal it.� When had he allowed her to
get so close to him that she could actually tell what his mood was like, even
more accurately than his own siblings?�
How much longer could he deny the strange feelings that stirred deep
within him when he and Matsuri were together?�
The young man understood that he occasionally had the strong desire to
keep her around him, close by his side, although he was unsure why or even
where the notion came from in the first place, and his attempts at finding a
clear answer were unfounded.� Deep down
inside, he was dimly aware of what she truly meant to his heart, the importance
of her existence extending far more than just a friend or an ally, but he could
not voice that aloud, as the blood-red tattoo on his forehead reminded him of
his previous experience.
The mere thought of her leaving
was devastating enough for him to keep the torrid details of his dark sins
barricaded in a self-induced prison within his mind, and Gaara had no
difficulties keeping each and every single tidbit of that information a
secret until the end of time.� Knowing
full well that some of the other villagers had used to spread stories about him
in a furious wave of gossip, spreading around like wildfire, he deemed it
unnecessary to feed Matsuri additional frightening facts, so he never intended
to tell her anything.� But the platonic relationship
that he previously shared with his student had changed not long ago, creating
additional complications, and if they were to pursue something more
substantial, form a deeper bond between them, then he would have to be
completely honest, in spite of the possible outcome.� Finally, the sand wielder decided that he was tired of running
away and keeping his past hidden from her; Matsuri had been his friend for
almost four years, sticking by his side through many trying and turbulent
situations, and he really should have placed more trust in her.
�� His deep
voice was low and purposefully lacked emotion as he slowly began, saying the
first thing that came to mind, �When the moon is full� I am reminded of the
chaos that used to reside within me.�
�� She blinked
in slight confusion at his cryptic words, but when she mentally tried to
decipher and interpret their meaning, she soon realized that he was most likely
referring to the terrifying sand spirit, Shukaku, that used to possess his body
before the forced extraction.� Gaara-sensei�
�� Though he
had decided to prove just how much faith he had toward his student, he was
reluctant to reveal too much information in a rapid or rushed manner, and so
Gaara suddenly inquired instead of divulging an explanation right away, �What
have you heard from the other villagers, Matsuri?� That is, about me.�
�� A bit taken
back by his abrupt question, Matsuri hesitated as she recalled the hushed
whispers and cold glares of fear that had been directed toward the young
Kazekage from both Suna villagers and outsiders alike; uneasy with those
memories, she only revealed vaguely, �W-well, sometimes, people like to say a
lot of things, even if they�re not all true��
�� Again, the
sand wielder wondered just how much she knew about his past and the bloody sins
he committed, if she had truly taken the horror stories into account on that
fateful day when the timid brunette first decided to become his student.� �Do you believe them?�
�� At this,
she shook her head firmly in emphasis, despite the fact that she knew Gaara was
not looking directly at her.� �Not
everything.� Only the good stories.�
�� There was a
hint of mild amusement in his calm, deep voice at her candid statement, as he
felt admittedly touched by the depth of her loyalty to him, and yet he found
himself replying with slight incredulity, �Really.�
�� Temari and
I talk about you sometimes, Gaara-sensei,� she murmured softly and tucked a
lock of stray tresses behind her ear in a shy gesture, �She always says good
things about you, and Kankuro does too.�
I believe them.� I don�t listen
to other people because they don�t know you.�
They shouldn�t say things that they�re not sure of.� But Temari and Kankuro are your sister and
brother, and they live with you, so� they�d know what�s true and what isn�t.�
�� Pleased
with her logical deduction and sensible line of reasoning, Gaara nodded and
allowed a partial smile to crease his lips; despite her trusting and open
nature, his student was not gullible, and now, he knew for certain that she
deserved to hear his side of the story.
He was about to speak on the
subject just then when all of a sudden, Matsuri piped up with, �I, um, asked
Temari about the tattoo on your forehead once��
That character, it means love, right?�
I was wondering� why you have it� and she told me she didn�t want to say
anything unless it was okay with you.�
�� The tall
redhead stiffened at the mention of his self-induced tattoo, and was instantly
reminded of the person and incident that caused him to go nearly mad with grief
one night, long ago� when he had been foolish enough to open his heart and
allowed in a harsh blow of treachery.
�� You don�t
have to tell me if you don�t want to, Gaara-sensei,� the girl was quick to
assure him when she detected his discomfort on the question she had just
proposed.
�� No, it�s
fine.�� He answered finally; he had,
after all, already made up his mind to be honest with her regarding his past,
and if she truly wanted to know this, then he would entrust her with the
information, no matter how painful it was to talk about the issue.� �I will tell you, Matsuri.� However, everything I say to you tonight
will be for your ears only.� I don�t
want you to discuss the details with anyone else� not even Temari or Kankuro.�
�� Despite
feeling a bit startled at the magnitude of the trust he was showing her at that
very moment, her expression grew very serious as she replied solemnly, �I
won�t.� I�ll keep everything to myself,
I promise.�
�� Unsure of
exactly what he wanted to tell her, the young man simply opted to answer her
inquiry first; �This tattoo� it was carved into my forehead by the sand, on my
command.�
�� Her facial
features instantly twisted to show surprise at the revelation.� Wow, but�� Didn�t it hurt�?
�� I wanted
it there to serve as a reminder of an experience that I once had with
love.� When I was young, someone told me
that I was loved by my mother, even though it was my very birth that caused her
death�� He claimed that her spirit
lingered on in the sand that rose to protect me of its own will.�� Gaara continued in a low and carefully
controlled tone, his twin pale turquoise eyes never faltering from the intense
focus that he had on the sight of the glowing full moon aligned straight ahead
in the path of his view.� �But I knew I
was born a monster with Shukaku in my body, and I didn�t think anyone could
ever love such a terrifying beast.�
�� Troubled by
his belief, Matsuri held her breath as she attentively listened to the
motionless redhead, wanting to say something in hopes of comforting him, but
she was afraid that he would stop speaking if she interrupted his tale.� You�re not a monster, Gaara-sensei�
�� That
person repeatedly claimed I was loved, and after a while, I started to believe
him.� He had said� that as long as I
treated others kindly and never harmed them, then the people in the village
would slowly stop fearing me.�� As the
incident still affected him to this day, Gaara had to inwardly struggle to
extinguish the small embers of resentment that burned deep within him at the
memory of his younger self, so na�ve and pitifully trusting, placing full faith
into his deceitful uncle.� �But he was
wrong.� No matter what I did, they only
saw the demon in me, and I was hated for having the evil sand spirit that had
been infused with my body at birth.�
Because of their fear and resentment, I was constantly left alone, and
soon, I began to feel a strange wound in my heart, a deep emptiness that
couldn�t be filled.� I didn�t understand
that the feeling was pain.� All I knew
was that I wanted it gone, but I couldn�t figure out how to get rid of it.� So� I asked him if he knew.�
�� The slender
brunette felt her mouth go dry at the edge of anguish that she detected in his
cool tone, and without even thinking about it, she gingerly lifted one hand
toward her sensei, attempting to try and soothe his pain, even if only a
little.
Just as the tips of her fingers
grazed his arm, the sand wielder closed his eyes and silently drew strength
from the endearing presence of his student standing right next to him, feeling
sincerely relieved that she was there with her loyal support.� �He did, apparently.� Love, he answered, was the only way to heal
wounds of the heart.� He told me that
love is the heart�s selfless desire to serve another person, to protect and
cherish someone precious.� However, he
said there were some wounds so deep that even love couldn�t mend the broken
parts together.� Still, he encouraged me
to try, claiming that if I were to find someone to love, and whom felt the same
way in return, then� there was a chance that my heart wouldn�t be in pain
anymore.�
�� Matsuri
somberly nodded in wordless agreement while admiring his display of wisdom � he
was just a year older than her, but he knew so much, and he had gone through
many experiences and endured different situations, making her feel almost
inferior and ignorant in comparison.
�� He could
remember the conversation he shared with Yashamaru as if it had taken place
just the previous day, and when he tried to continue, a strange feeling of
constriction suddenly tightened within his heart, rendering him unable to
speak.� The foreign barrier was making
it difficult for the pensive redhead to even move, and a few moments passed
before he realized that he had said enough for the time being� an acute rush of
memories would only cause him more grief than help.� Should he actually be audacious enough to approach Matsuri with
the baffling issue that had been persistently lingering inside his mind for
quite a while, then there would be plenty of instances in the future for them
to discuss additional details of his past, if she really wanted to know.� But right now, Gaara could barely maintain
his concentration on the full moon that loomed before his eyes, and not for the
first time, he silently wondered how she would react to the question he had
wanted to ask her ever since his initial realization that things were different
between them.
�� Matsuri.�
�� Heeding his
call, the girl immediately turned so that she faced him fully, although by this
time, her arm had dropped down to her side when she raised her head and
candidly met his gaze, entranced with the intensity of his expression as he
stared back at her.
�� There is
something I want to ask you.� Something
I must know.�
�� Wh-what is
it, Gaara-sensei�?�� Her voice shook a
little from the nervous fluttering that had suddenly arose inside her heart,
filling her with hopeful yearning and warm contentment, longing to be close to
him and yet, feeling scared of not having her affections returned� did she
really dare to confess?
�� Her face
was trusting and so full of innocent faith that Gaara inwardly cursed himself
for burdening her with his doubt, his self-loathing, and his painful confusion�
but at the same time, she had helped him tremendously just by reaching out and
listening.� It was becoming increasingly
difficult for the young man to resist the inner urge that constantly prompted
him to take Matsuri into his arms and hold her tightly against his heart� where
he now knew for certain, was the very place that she resided in, chasing away
his bleak loneliness.� A couple of
months ago, he had simultaneously given his own and taken her first kiss, and
he would never forget the way his heart had felt so warm, comforted, and
fulfilled� to the point where the sudden, intense burst of emotions caused him
to pull away out of dazed bewilderment.�
But upon seeing the shocked look on her face, Gaara immediately
apologized for his unexpected action and kept considerable distance from his
student for several weeks afterward, all the while mentally berating himself,
wondering if he had just ruined their entire relationship.
�� Then one
night, when he was alone in his office, long after everyone else had left for
the day, Matsuri entered his sanctuary and surprised the young Kazekage by
throwing her arms around his neck as she firmly pressed her lips against
his.� Gaara was stunned speechless by
her forward behavior, and a few minutes passed before he could respond, but
when he did, his kiss was fierce as he released a great deal of pent-up tension
that had been steadily rising within him during her absence.� Never before had he felt his heart expand so
much that he thought it might explode, and when the two parted to breathe, the
redhead stared at Matsuri through different eyes as he realized in that very
moment, just how important she was to him.�
She seemed to feel something for him as well, but despite their numerous
outings together, neither one had ever come out to explicitly define the new
changes in their relationship, and so now, Gaara intended to clear the air and
bring that issue to light.
�� Steadily
maintaining eye-contact, he slowly took one of her hands and held it tightly
within his grasp, faintly acknowledging the slight tremble of her slim fingers,
as well as the brief shiver that ran through her body at their close proximity.� �Matsuri.�
I want you to make the decision.�
�� Uncertainty
flickered upon her face as the bewildered brunette timidly returned in
question, �A-about what, Gaara-sensei�?�
�� Our
relationship.�� He informed her simply,
keeping a cool and neutral composure so as to prevent placing pressure or
influencing his companion into reaching a decision that was not of her own
will; he knew she had a tendency of doing some things just to please him.� ��I know I complicated everything between us.� I�m sorry.�
But now that we�re here, we must choose a direction to move toward.� If you want, we can return to simply being
teacher and student, and what happened earlier in the afternoon will not occur
again.� You have my word.�
�� Her cheeks
grew pink at the reminder of their training session that turned into heated
kisses, and after swallowing past the large lump of nervousness in her delicate
throat, Matsuri worked up enough courage to ask candidly, �A-and the other
choice�?�
�� A ghost of
a smile played about his lips as Gaara inwardly fought back the urge to reach
out and envelop the girl into his arms right then and there � for truly, she
was causing his heart to surge with emotions just by her presence alone.� �Or we can be� together.� You know what that would mean, Matsuri.�
�� She nodded
slowly, hardly believing that something she wanted for a long time was finally
being presented to her, and after only a few seconds, the girl lightly squeezed
his hand and answered with strong certainty in her voice, �I want to be with
you, Gaara-sensei� if you�ll have me.�
�� At her
words, the red-haired young man felt his heart suddenly swell with pleasant
heat, and dimly, he wondered if this was the sensation of happiness, for it
caused a genuine smile of pleasure to form over his normally-stoic expression.� He could no longer resist the urge to hold
her, and so he swiftly leaned forward to sweep Matsuri into his tight embrace,
one open palm pressing into the silky strands of her dark brown hair, while his
free arm was securely tucked around her waist.�
His former inhibitions about touching other people certainly did not
apply to her, and she soon responded by returning the hug, accompanying
her sweet gesture with a soft sigh that sounded wistful to his ears, the
tantalizing his senses.� After many
years of isolation due to his painful betrayal, Gaara had been extremely
resistant to the notion of opening up his heart and rendering himself
vulnerable to devastation once again, but he finally found someone he could
truly trust to let in and heal his deep wounds.
�� Matsuri.�� He uttered quietly as his lips drew closely
to her ear, whispering firmly in a low, intimate tone, �I should warn you�� Once you are allowed to enter my heart, I won�t
be able to let you go.� Do you still
want to be with me?�
�� The
intensity of his proclamation made her breathless, but she managed to nod in
response, feeling so elated and overwhelmed by his acceptance that she was
unable to speak at first; her own affections for him had run strong and deep
for so long, after all�� Gaara-sensei,
of course I do�� I� I just wish I knew
sooner that you felt this way about me�
�� The couple
stayed locked in their embrace quite a while, the ethereal glow of the moon
covering their bodies in pale white light, and as time slowly passed by, the
night grew colder, invoking an involuntary shiver of frigidity from Matsuri.
�� Gaara felt
her bodily reaction, realizing that her clothes were probably not well-suited
for the current temperature, and so he held her just one moment longer before
he retracted a bit, suggesting in a quiet tone, �It�s getting late.� We should head back inside.�
�� The girl
grinned cheekily and despite the wintry weather, she responded with enthusiasm,
�Yes, Gaara-sensei!�
�� Though he
knew of her polite and respectful mannerisms, he still grimaced slightly at
that; he certainly did not want his significant other to address him with such
stiff formality, especially when they were now in a personal relationship.� �No more titles, Matsuri.� Just Gaara is enough.� You are my equal, not my subordinate.�
�� Oh, all
right� Gaara,� she agreed easily, making a mental note and a conscious effort
to change the way she addressed the tall redhead in light of their changed
status, but then she thought of another possible hurdle; �Um, but what about�
when we�re around other people?�
�� Reluctantly,
he admitted that she had a valid point there; despite having been his student
for several years, Matsuri was very courteous to people that were higher-ranked
than her, always using titles when she spoke to him, and �sensei� only in
private.� It admittedly irked the young
Kazekage to hear her referring to him as Lord Gaara in public, even
around his own siblings, but he supposed that the prim and proper ritual
between them would have to continue for now, being necessary for the sake of
keeping her safe.� They had to conceal
their relationship until the right time, and if Matsuri suddenly dropped her
formality in regards to the way she addressed him, then it would obviously
imply that the two were close, raising suspicion to keen and attentive
bystanders of interest.� Gaara buried a
sigh of mild frustration, already feeling impatient with all the precautions
that needed to be carried out, and it was quite unpleasant to think about the
probable scenarios of threats and danger that could befall his most vital and
precious person.
�Perhaps you should, but only
when we�re in public� and regardless of where we are, I won�t enforce it.�� He answered finally, after a mental struggle
to reach the middle ground, hoping it would appease both of their concerns.
�Okay.� Wait, if I�m not going to call you �sensei� anymore, does this
mean I�m getting a new teacher?��
The cheery brunette asked him with a playful, mischievous little pout as
a teasing edge underlined her words.�
�You�re not going to train me anymore?�
But I only want to learn from you��
�� I will
continue to teach you, and help you develop your techniques, if that�s what you
want.�� The sand wielder complied with
her request, while inwardly vowing to train Matsuri very thoroughly and
diligently to ensure that she would not be endangered when news of their
relationship eventually began to leak out to the public; he was not taking any
chances.� �However, from this point on,
you must be more careful, and never let your guard down, Matsuri.� I don�t want you targeted or getting harmed
because of our involvement.� Not again.�
�� Her
expression was somber, as she knew of the incident that he referenced in his
warning, the time when she had been kidnapped before for being his student, and
she nodded firmly to assure him that she understood his concern completely, her
dark eyes alit with strength.� I
won�t let you down, Gaara-sen� I mean, Gaara.
�� After her
response, his facial features briefly turned stern as he turned away, focusing
on the space beside the edge of the rooftop, and then seconds later, a small
cloud of sand gathered together in the air, soon forming a floating
platform.� Matsuri stared at it with a
bit of awe � no matter how often she saw his unique ability of skillfully manipulating
the sand, there were some techniques of his that never ceased to amaze her,
such as watching him fly high and soar up near the wispy clouds.� Without hesitation, Gaara calmly stepped
forward, right off the rooftop and onto the sturdy surface of the sand
platform, and then he pivoted back around to face the timid brunette with his
hand extended out to her in silent invitation.�
Having only ridden on it a couple of times in the past, Matsuri felt a
tad nervous, but tried to push aside her mild worries as she took a firm hold
of his hand and joined her companion on the elevated piece of land, wordlessly
drawing upon the strength of his will, and his power over the tiny little
grains.
�� They
descended to the ground without any hindrance, and entered the dark, silent
house, where the pair was immediately surrounded by the bleak setting, but of
course, Matsuri knew her way around very well, not even needing the light to
guide her along.� Unfazed by the
darkness, Gaara mutely allowed her to lead him through the living room, past
the kitchen, into the hallway, and then toward the rear section of her house,
where her pace seemed to slow down a bit as they approached her room at the
end.� He sensed the slight change in her
behavior, but he honestly did not understand where her sudden trepidation came
from, for the young man was truly ignorant of most social interactions,
especially intimacy, since he had never been romantically involved with anyone
before.� Mild confusion and concern
formed over his expression at her uncharacteristic hesitancy, and while he
mentally fumbled for the most appropriate response, Gaara opted to lift one
hand toward the girl and gently placed it upon her shoulder.
�� Matsuri
turned to face him at his action, and she pursed her lips slightly in a shy
gesture, truly unsure of how to end the night at this point, but he promptly
misinterpreted her action for a different meaning, and so he leaned forward to
cover her mouth with his.� A pleasant
tremor ran through her petite frame as his hand slid off her shoulder and
slowly glided down to press into the small of her back, the light and airy
contact causing her heart to pound faster, enthralling her senses with an acute
rush of delightful pleasure.� Gaara suppressed
a small groan that threatened to escape when she returned his kiss, and then he
felt her lay both open palms upon his chest, not with the intention of pushing
him away, but to scrunch up and grip small fistfuls of his thin black
shirt.� A foreign entity of heat sparked
to life deep inside his body, confusing the redhead with its strange presence,
but he idly averted his attention away and focused on the embrace between him
and Matsuri, steadily feeling more and more reluctant to leave her side.
�� Growing
breathless and a little dizzy after some time, she gasped lightly into his
mouth and held onto him tighter, feeling warmth gradually rising within her
form as his kisses became more insistent, unintentionally snaring the girl
under his spell.� She timidly parted her
lips and deepened the kiss by daring to enter his mouth with her tongue, boldly
taking control as Gaara momentarily froze in apparent surprise, but he
recovered shortly and tested out the new gesture himself.� Firming his grip, the lean redhead met her
soft pink muscle and rubbed against the slick surface with the tip of his
tongue as his head tilted of its own accord to gain better access into her
warm, wet cavern, and he almost smiled upon feeling her sudden tremble.� The intensity of his inner heat gradually
seeped into her sensitive nerves, and her knees soon buckled from the
overwhelming tension that tightened her muscles, causing Matsuri to cry out
softly when she lost her balance and shifted her entire weight as she toppled
forward.
�� The
unexpected movement startled Gaara for a few seconds, but then he reacted by
swiftly bending down and tucking one arm underneath both of her legs,
straightening back up with the slender brunette in his protective hold.� Upon catching a glimpse of the visible shade
of redness that crept over her fair cheeks, the mild color further accented by
the weak glow of pale moonlight, he smiled faintly, feeling his fondness for
Matsuri steadily increasing with each passing minute.� He did not know what had caused her to suddenly collapse, and
briefly wondered if perhaps her leg was still in pain after all, but deemed
that possibility highly unlikely, since she had been able to get on top of the
roof just a short while ago.� So then
that meant another reason had caused her to falter, although he could not reach
a definitive conclusion even as his mind mused over the baffling action�
Matsuri appeared to be perfectly fine, albeit her blush indicated that she was
embarrassed about something.
There had been several instances
in his life where Gaara was a bit frustrated by his severe lack of experience
in the area of social interaction, but at those times, his student always
soothed his irritation with her jubilant and understanding patience.� Even knowing full well about his deficiency
in a department that she easily excelled at, what with her outgoing,
optimistic nature, she still accepted him, and occasionally, she had also
resisted his disgruntled behavior as she tried to improve his sorely-inept
skills.� But now, in this very moment,
it seemed as though Matsuri was mirroring his unspoken anxiety, appearing
unsure of how to continue at the present point, and a silent question lingered
within the recesses of his mind, refusing to be elicited aloud.� His light turquoise eyes gazed down at her
in steady silence as she stayed within the sturdy support of his strong arms,
and he reluctantly glanced away to avoid the temptation of uttering a secret
desire that might invoke one of many different, varying responses.
�� Should I
just bring you inside and then leave, or� will you let me stay with you a
little while longer?
�� Exhaling
evenly, the red-haired young man entered her room and carried the girl over to
her bed, gently lowering her upon it, and then intended to end things there by
bidding her good-night after that, but before he could move away, she encircled
his neck and firmly held him in place.

To Be Continued�
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Naruto: The End Of Solitude

To Be Continued�