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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 Four: Scarlet Love

�� Matsuri�?
�� His process
impeded, the young man could only blink and silently stare down at his
significant other as a smile slowly spread over her lips; by her action, he
could tell that she did not want him to leave, but then� did she mean for them
to spend the night in her room?�
Inwardly, Gaara admitted to feeling a bit bewildered by her refusal to
let him go, and he wondered if it was appropriate for them to be in the same
bed together, but at the same time, he acknowledged several strong urges that
insisted he stay and further their embrace.�
Mild surprise flickered over his calm expression when Matsuri pulled him
back toward her for another soft, sweet kiss, her lips tentatively playing over
his, and it was not long before his knees were pressing into the mattress as he
drew closer.� Losing himself to the
temptation of laying down with her, he barely had the presence of mind to
unload the large gourd from his back and wordlessly commanded it to descend and
silently land amongst the soft bristles of the carpet floor.
�� To avoid
applying the pressure of his weight upon her, the sand wielder briefly broke
their kiss to rest next to Matsuri on his side, and his pale turquoise eyes
gazed directly at her face as he waited for her encouragement to continue.� When a dreamy smile formed over the smooth
curve of her mouth, he reached an arm out to ensnare her waist and leaned
forward to bring their lips together once more, as he steadily became aware of
the amorous heat that rose higher to entice his senses.� His mind attempted to figure out why his
body was reacting this way, stirring with powerful urges and compelling desires
to swiftly shed the confining restraints of all his clothing, and then promptly
stripping Matsuri of her attire as well.�
Struggling to resist the foreign prompts, Gaara drew in one shaky breath
and refused to push her any further, although if they kept kissing and huddling
closely together in such a manner, he was not sure how long he could maintain
control of his noble mindset.
�� Not only
did the conflicted redhead have physical yearnings to fight against, but
emotionally as well; his heart had been aching with painful loneliness for many
years, secretly craving to attain and feel the soothing, healing love of
another.� He knew that Matsuri cared for
him and held a certain amount of fondness due to their close bond, but it was
probably nowhere near the intensity of the way he felt toward her� despite his
inexperience, there was no mistaking the meaning of this one.� The mere thought of uttering the admission
aloud brought Gaara a fair amount of tense apprehension, due to the possibility
of rejection, but deep inside his heart, with no one around to witness or hear
his confession, he was willing to admit the truth: he loved Matsuri.� It was that very entity of love that drove
him to finally succumb to his desire of testing the boundaries of their
friendship so many months ago, when he kissed her for the first time, and then
attempted to pursue the girl in a vague, uncertain manner, as he expected her
rightful refusal any day.
�� The stoic
sand wielder was pleased that she seemed to tolerate, or perhaps even enjoyed
his company, which he truly did not expect to happen, and the more time they
spent together, the higher his own anxiety and insecurities rose.� Maybe Matsuri could stand him for a short
period, but he, on the other hand, had felt his resolve steadily slipping away
as his desire to be with her continuously increased, until he could no longer
bear to treat her in a merely platonic manner.�
For most of his life, Gaara had been able to keep a tight and rigid
reign on his emotions � albeit occasionally, anger turned him irrationally
bloodthirsty back when Shukaku rendered his mental state thoroughly exhausted
and unstable.� But earlier in the
afternoon that day, being in constant close proximity with Matsuri and watching
her flushed face glowing as effort and determination shone within her dark
eyes, he had weakened and kissed his student, surprising them both by throwing out
his usual inhibitions.
�� Nevertheless,
she had responded then, and here they were now, together in her bed, kissing
and clutching each other as if the slightest inkling of sleep would be rejected
right away, and the former insomniac certainly was not tired in the least
bit�� In fact, the longer he held
Matsuri in his arms, the more his body became acutely aware of how snugly she
was pressed against him, the exotic softness of her petite form, and just then,
he also discreetly noticed the very few buttons on her nightshirt.� The thin white material hardly served as a
barrier, severely lacking in its purpose of concealment, and out of the corner
of his eye, Gaara could catch a faint glimpse of the tank top strap that was
outlined under the frail, flimsy garment.�
Heat gradually rose to consume him from deep within, and before long, he
felt as though he was struggling against an uphill battle, and when the
brunette innocently cuddled closer to him, her delicate scent infiltrated his
senses, effectively killing his feeble resistance.
�� With a low
growl rumbling in his throat, the impassioned redhead submitted to the
strongest desire and pushed Matsuri firmly into the mattress before swiftly
propping himself on top of her, though he did keep a keen ear open to hear her
reaction.� A soft gasp drifted into his
mouth, mingling with his hot breath, but she offered no resistance to any of
his actions, and when he dared to bring her hands over to the front of her
shirt, her only response was a mild noise that sounded like contentment.� As his fingers began to unfasten the small
round circles lined together, Gaara mentally hardened his resolve, fully
intending to stop the instant the girl showed a single sign of unease or
discomfort; he would never dishonor her, no matter how powerful his yearnings
were.� Matsuri emitted a wistful little
moan just then that absolutely enthralled him, and when all the buttons were
separated from their secure holes, she idly shrugged her shoulders and the
nightshirt drifted down to the mattress, exposing some of her bare skin.
�� The second
he laid his hands upon her again, Gaara discovered how warm she felt, almost
feverish, and when she squirmed slightly in that moment, he silently considered
getting rid of her tank top to help soothe the brunette by divesting her of
some heat.� Blood pounded in his ears
when the sand wielder boldly gripped a hold of her flimsy attire and pulled it
up over her head, carelessly dropping the article to the side as his attention
was immediately snared by another area of much greater interest.� Having never seen a woman�s naked chest
before, he stared at her for several full minutes, oblivious to the bashful
blush that was enflaming Matsuri�s pale cheeks, and when he finally moved, his
hand slowly reached toward one of the pert mounds.� His long fingers kneaded the soft skin with underlying
uncertainty, but he was encouraged by the sweet, breathy sigh that his partner
uttered just then, and so his grasp firmed a bit as the pad of his thumb
tentatively drew circles around her hardening nipple.
�� Matsuri
shivered and closed her eyes to feel the acute sensation of his hands cupping
both of her breasts, his light, albeit warm touch sending sharp tingles down
her spine, and tenderness flooded her heart from their intimate embrace.� Her twin lids immediately shot up in
surprise upon her sudden awareness of his head nuzzling her chest, the dark
crimson strands of his hair unintentionally tickling her skin and causing the
girl to elicit a light giggle even as her stomach fluttered nervously.� Seeming to have missed the noise, Gaara
turned so that his cheek was pressing into the shallow dip between her twin
mounds, his ear resting over her heart as the pace steadily increased in
excitement� was he listening to the beating rhythm?� That train of thought was swiftly derailed when he shifted over
to one side and lifted his head just a bit to cover her breast with his mouth,
sucking gently while his warm and wet tongue rolled around the small nub of her
sensitive nipple.
�� The pleasurable
sensation was heightened by his hand caressing her other breast, drawing a moan
from the brunette, and then she lolled her head back into the pillow,
agitatedly writhing underneath the lean body pressing insistently against her.� An unexpected thrust of his hips sent
Matsuri blindly reaching out for her significant other, seeking his assurance,
and she absentmindedly entangled her slim fingers into his hair, her grip
tightening when the light pressure of his teeth surrounded her nipple.� Her legs gingerly parted at his wordless
insistence, and then Matsuri felt her heart skip a beat as the redhead settled
comfortably in-between, their intimate position made obvious by the hardness
nestled directly against her soft lower region.� Though innocent due to her lack of experience, the passive
brunette was not completely ignorant of the act, and her blush deepened
considerably when Gaara periodically rocked forward, rubbing into her private
feminine area, a clear indication of his desire.
�� Matsuri��
her name escaped his lips, hotly fanning her bare flesh in a harsh, hoarse tone
that revealed the intensity of his growing need as the sand wielder avidly
switched his attention over to her other breast, drawing it into his mouth.
�� Passion
engulfed her senses, rendering her vulnerable and causing the girl to cry out
in a trembling voice, and the hand he had clutching at her waist swiftly slid
around to her back, firmly pressing her even tighter against his lean
form.� His tongue thrashed wildly within
the confines of his mouth, the slick, wet muscle intently teasing her nipple to
no end, sending jolts of pleasure to wrack her sensitive nerves, and Matsuri
dazedly wondered about the strange, sudden increasing tension�� She squirmed restlessly at feeling the heat
that was trapped between her legs, accompanied by an exotic presence of�
wetness that also lingered around the lower area, which baffled her quite a
bit, but her head was too dizzy to concentrate on it for long.� Her periodic noises seemed to please Gaara,
for with each little sound she made, his caresses grew bolder and more
aggressive, eventually leading to Matsuri lifting her hips to allow him to
simultaneously tug off her pants and undergarments.
�� Now, she
was fully nude and completely bared before his eyes, and the lean redhead
retracted from his partner to shed his own clothing, maintaining a cool and
calm expression even as he hastily pulled the thin black shirt up and over his
head.� He noticed that her gaze immediately
fell upon his exposed chest, and he hid a smile of slight amusement at the way
she reacted by inhaling sharply, while he found it rather endearing when
Matsuri turned her face away with burning cheeks of bashfulness.� She certainly felt acute sensations that
were likely similar to his own, and Gaara secretly reveled in the sound of her
little gasps and soft moans that indicated her pleasure, giving him more
confidence in an area where he severely lacked experience.� With his minimal knowledge of biological
functions and anatomy, the sand wielder at least understood the response of
arousal that was infiltrating his entire body, and he logically deduced that
the wound-up tension needed some way to escape.
�� His long
fingers steadily unbuckled the belt holding his pants closed together, and he
gradually lowered the article of clothing while watching his partner to gauge
her reaction � he would stop if she showed the slightest hint of desiring
refusal.� Her face appeared flushed, and
there was noticeable timidity in her dark ebony eyes, but Matsuri uttered
naught a word of resistance, even after the redhead had briefly slid to the
edge of the bed and completely removed his pants, idly letting them fall to the
floor.� Feeling heat creep up over the
back of his neck, Gaara took a long moment to compose himself and cool his
eager libido a bit before he slowly turned around to face the bole-haired girl,
his expression revealing a hint of his concealed uncertainty.� Now that they were both naked and willingly
ready to continue, mild trepidation seeped into his nerves; he wanted to be
with Matsuri, no doubt about that, but did she feel the same way about
him?� Would she truly allow him to take
away the most intimate and private part of herself?
�� It was not
his physical desires that ached to her with her the most; his heart craved her
acceptance, her affections, and even her love, but at this point, they had
already gotten this far, and he knew that she placed a great deal of trust in
him.� He certainly did not want to do
anything that would violate her generous faith, albeit the young man worried
about how easily he could make a mistake with her, since he was so
inexperienced and practically clueless in the current situation.� Throughout the entire encounter, Gaara had relied
on bodily instincts and urges to guide him in caressing his partner, and it
seemed as though he was doing all right up to this moment, but with just one
more step to reach completion, he suddenly felt anxious.� His pale turquoise eyes pierced through the
darkness and focused intently upon Matsuri, meticulously scrutinizing her
facial features for a glimpse of her current mood as he silently wished he
could figure out her mindset based on sight alone.
�� Shattering
the stillness thickening the air between them, the sand wielder gradually edged
forward until his knee faintly grazed hers, and then he stretched his hand out
to gently grasp a hold of her wrist as he pulled the girl into his arms.
�� Do you
want me to stop?�� He asked her in a
low, controlled tone, inwardly trying to eliminate all traces of nervousness
that stubbornly lingered within him as he patiently awaited her answer,
preemptively steeling himself for a softly-uttered refusal.
�� Locked in
his strong embrace, Matsuri rested her cheek against the side of his neck and
mentally considered their situation, even as a nagging voice in the back of her
mind was urging the girl to slow down before they crossed the point of no
return.� Prior to this, the two had only
exchanged a number of kisses and innocent embraces, but now, it was apparent
that Gaara was willing to bring their intimacy to full circle, although not
without getting her consent first, letting her have the choice once again.� While the redhead almost always kept a calm
and confident exterior, she had detected a very faint hint of pain in his
voice, and she knew then that he wanted to be with her because he direly needed
it, this close connection that would bind them together solidly.� Outside on the roof of her house, she had
finally learned what Gaara truly thought about love, the reason why he was so
hesitant to openly pursue a relationship, and his admission made the brunette
more determined to prove her affections for him.
�� She shook
her head in response to his question, and then gently broke free from his
embrace to gracefully fall back upon the bed, tugging the lean young man along
with her so that they descended together in one smooth, fluid motion.� His hands instantly went to her sides,
holding on for balance while he carefully steadied himself, and after sending
her another intense look, his long fingers grasped her slender thighs with firm
intention as he slowly pushed her legs apart.�
When he positioned his body at her entrance, Matsuri released a
tentative sigh of nervousness and closed her eyes upon feeling him there,
prodding her private region with his hard male part, gradually filling her,
knowing he was about to claim her untouched virtue.� The innocent girl admittedly had a fair amount of anxiety
dwelling within her mind, but she truly felt no fear about joining with him;
even if she did not presently have the courage to say it out loud, she cared
very deeply and intensely for Gaara.
�� A low hiss
of contentment slipped out from his lips as the ardent redhead slowly sank into
her, feeling the inner muscles of her feminine area surrounding his length with
a tight and thoroughly erotic sensation of confinement.� He pushed past the mild resistance that
briefly stood in his way, the action causing his partner to elicit a soft gasp,
and he quickly lifted his gaze to peer closely at her face, wondering if he had
already done something wrong, made a mistake somehow.� There was visible tension on her passive expression, and with a
slight frown of alarm, Gaara decided to retreat and ensure she was all right,
but when he began to pull out, she shook her head in refusal and boldly locked
her legs around his waist.� Confusion
and concern made the young man pause for a short period as he wondered what to
do, but then at her firm insistence, he nodded and gave the girl a warm smile before
proceeding further until he fully entered her body, bringing them together
intimately.
�� In that
moment, his world consisted solely of his union with Matsuri, and the powerful
waves of emotions that nearly overwhelmed his heart, stealing his ability for
thought and reason as the logical part of his mind effectively shut down.� There were no inhibitions regarding how
genuinely vulnerable he felt at present, completely allowing himself to let go
in her presence and essentially baring his most private and personal attributes
to the precious person that he loved, even albeit secretly.� Lost in a sea of foreign sensations, Gaara
channeled all of his concentration and efforts into establishing a rhythm of
passionate motion with his partner, their bodies awkwardly moving together in
tentative uncertainty, learning the intimate dance together.� Each thrust sent a sharp jolt of erotic
electricity shocking his nerves, and the enthralled redhead shuddered with
pleasure as he subconsciously tightened his grip around her waist, apparently
unwilling to release the girl from his hold for even a second.
�� Matsuri�!� His mind called out in silent need, and he
felt as though the heat arising from within was threatening to consume him
entirely, and the tight wetness surrounding his throbbing erection had a
profound effect on his rapidly-slipping control.� The captivated young man shut his eyes while his muscles ached
with increasing tension, and instinctively his arms moved to swiftly encircle
his partner�s small frame, pressing her closely to him as his breaths quickened
from the effort of their motion.� His
ears picked up the soft gasps that Matsuri meekly emitted with each powerful
thrust he sank into her, and he felt her petite body trembling in the wake of
their intimate passion, pushing him toward the edge of an unfamiliar inner
explosion.� Pure physical desire to such
an extent� it was something that Gaara had never felt before, but he sensed
completion and fulfillment approaching him in a rapid manner, dangling a promise
of elation that he could only attain together with his most precious person.
�� He groaned
aloud and stiffened reflexively as a powerful burst of brilliant white light
overcame the darkness behind his closed eyelids, sharply intensifying the
sensation of his length erupting inside of her, releasing his essence in a flow
of wet heat.� The redhead ground out her
name in a low growl of ragged effort as he rode along the series of erotic
waves to the very end, and when the sensitive tingling was over, he felt as
though his strength depleted almost entirely, and he had to make the conscious
effort not to fall forward onto Matsuri.�
Adamantly maintaining the pressure of his weight upon his own arms,
Gaara carefully slipped out of the delicious warmth of her body and shifted
back onto his rear end, easing down into a sitting position with a breathy sigh
drifted freely from his lips.� Slowly,
he lifted his head and opened his eyes to reveal twin pools of hazy light
turquoise with faint inclinations of emotion lingering in them as he stared at
the brunette lying before him, curiously observing her state while he inwardly
wondered how she was feeling�
�� After
taking a few minutes to regain his senses, the lean redhead gradually edged
toward her position, and avidly watched her serene expression as Matsuri
leisurely raised her head to gaze back at him with a sweet smile gracing her
lips.
�� Matsuri,
are you�� he began hesitantly, feeling strangely tongue-tied at the moment,
which was a state that he had rarely been in before, but his own apprehension
unnerved him quite a bit, to the point where he was affected by the
uncertainty.� ��Was everything all right
for you?�
�� Though she
vividly remembered the searing sting of pain that initially came with their
intimate union, the compassionate brunette knew that telling Gaara would only
bring him guilt and possibly regret, so she decided to keep quiet about
it.� �Oh, yes�� I�m fine, really.� Please,
don�t worry.� I just, um, need to go to
the bathroom for something.�
�� He seemed
surprised by her statement, but made no inclinations to halt her process as the
girl intended to head into the bathroom and clean herself up, though she did
hesitate at the realization of how tense and sore her leg muscles felt, almost
like she would be unable to walk.�
Still, there was no doubt that due to their being together this night,
she would have to change the bed sheet in the morning and wash it, so for now,
she had to try and prevent her blood from mingling with and staining the white
material.� In spite of her presently
tender muscles, Matsuri flashed her significant other a small smile of
assurance, and then stubbornly began to ascend from the bed, while quietly
informing him that she would return soon after finishing her business.� She could fully stand up without any
trouble, and feeling his attentive gaze on her back, it made her feel all the
more determined to show Gaara that she was perfectly fine, but when she
attempted to move forward, she faltered on her initial step alone.
�� Eliciting a
low moan of mild frustration at the unwanted adverse effect, she mentally
linked it to the necessity of enduring that trait for the first time of being
intimate, although she was certainly grateful that all her prior training had
somewhat loosened her muscles a bit.� It
could�ve hurt a lot more, from what I heard�
�� Although
the brunette tensely managed to remain upright, the momentary pause was enough
for Gaara to inquire after her, and nevertheless, even when she had started to
lift one foot and resume the process, he voiced aloud in concern, �Are you sure
you�re all right, Matsuri?�
�� She nodded
instead of replying verbally, silently hoping that he would see the gesture
despite the darkness, and then she continued on her way, briefly considering
the notion of sending chakra down to the soles of her feet for secure
adhesion.� The soreness clinging to her
inner thighs made it difficult for Matsuri to walk without exerting a little
extra effort to give off the impression that everything was perfectly normal,
but knowing his watchful eyes, she had to be more vigilant to
persevere.� It was highly unlikely that
Gaara would be familiar enough with the female anatomy to understand why she
had bled from their tenderly cherished union, and the girl certainly did not
want him to feel remorseful for bringing her pain beyond his control.� Even in the past, when he had harmed her
unintentionally on occasion, such as during a few intense training sessions, he
was immediately apologetic afterward, making Matsuri quickly realize his
adamant stance against hurting her under any circumstance.
�� Once she
was out in the hallway, the taut brunette released a small sigh of relief and
dropped the brave act, wincing slightly as she slowly strolled toward the
bathroom at the other end, feeling chilled from the cool air surrounding her
naked form.� Fortunately, the distance
was fairly short, and just a little while after leaving her room, Matsuri
started running the water as she knelt beside the tub and watched the warm
liquid come pouring out in a rushed torrent of blessed, therapeutic heat.� When the water reached a high enough level,
she turned the twin knobs to halt the current and gingerly submerged herself in
the liquid warmth, a breathy sigh of contentment escaping her lips as the hot
temperature soothed her tender muscles.�
Feeling very comfortable, Matsuri sat idle for a bit before she
gradually began to drag the soft washcloth along various parts of her body,
cleansing while keeping a mental note not to take too long to avoid raising her
waiting beau�s keen suspicions.
�� The area
between her legs got less sore after a period of time, presumably absorbing the
strength and effects of the warm and comforting water all around, and at this
knowledge, a smile of genuine joy spread over the girl�s face, mingling with
her relief.� She did not feel a single
ounce of regret for giving herself to Gaara, even though they had just
officially started their romantic relationship; intimacy was a powerful way of
expressing emotional ties, and it had allowed the two to share a very private
bond with each other.� Since she only
possessed the basic information on the subject, Matsuri was curious to find out
exactly how he felt about the way they had been together, although she sensed
that his finishing act and quiet groans indicated some pleasure.� During the embrace prior, the girl
distinctly recalled the acute sensations of desire and yearning that had clung
to her sensitive nerves when Gaara touched her, his gentle stroking and sucking
that caused her body to shiver and tremble with erotic awakening.
�� It made
Matsuri blush deeply to wonder how she would feel if he caressed her in a
certain way that unraveled the tight knots tensing up her nerves� maybe the
next time they were together once again, they could explore and get more
familiar with each other.� Would he,
um� want to�?
�� As the
water gradually grew colder, the relaxed brunette decided to get out of the
tub, and she wrapped a large, soft towel around her damp form while the liquid
drained into nil, and she fount that it much easier to stand now than
before.� She confidently strode back to
her bedroom with a smile of sincere happiness, wanting to greet Gaara in a most
pleasant manner, and she returned to find him positioned next to her window,
silently peering outside at the night sky instead of resting in bed.� Despite the fact that a full year had passed
since Shukaku was removed from the redhead, she remembered him mentioning once
or twice in passing that he was still adjusting to a normal sleeping pattern,
understandable given his circumstances.�
After quietly shutting the door behind her, Matsuri stepped forward
until she was beside the young man, and she turned her head to glance toward
his passive face, wondering if perhaps he did not feel tired enough to sleep at
the present time.
�� Once her
attention was on him, Gaara exhaled evenly and kept a firm control of his tone,
purposely leaving out the edge of mild irritation that nevertheless tainted his
words when he spoke, �Matsuri.� I know
what you were hiding from me.�
�� Wh-what�?� Alarmed by his unexpected proclamation,
her dark ebony eyes widened as the girl wondered how he had managed to find out
� surely he did not use his unique ability of the Third Eye to follow her into
the bathroom and spy on her during the bath�?
�� Your�
blood is on the bed sheet.�� He informed
her lowly just then, as if he had somehow detected the question silently
lingering in her mind.
�� Hearing
that, her gaze immediately skipped over to the aforementioned area, and right
there on the white surface, was a small spot of red� apparently, even with her
efforts, she had not acted quickly enough to keep that little tidbit of
information to herself.� �Um� I��
�� While she
was sputtering up some kind of explanation to undoubtedly excuse his behavior,
bless her generous heart, the sand wielder wracked his brain in trying to
figure out how he had harmed Matsuri, and to such a brash point of breaking in
a wound.� His behavior throughout the
encounter had not been overly aggressive, he thought, as the way he touched her
was fairly gentle, and toward the end, when he entered her body, he had felt
something resembling a sort of mild barrier, and then�� It suddenly clicked into place, and his pale
turquoise eyes darkened with the shocking realization that the sensation of
tightness he had experienced while he was deep inside of his partner� that
could have been the cause of her pain, and the reason why she bled.� If so, then it was completely his fault; he
had hurt his own sweet and selfless precious person� Matsuri, who trusted him
with her feelings, her loyalty, and her generous faith� but now, because of his
desire, he had harmed her� and he could never touch her again.
�� The tall
redhead stood motionless, his profile rigid with tension, and the only movement
he made was to tightly clench his fists at his sides, the knuckles turning
white from the force as he muttered regretfully, �I�m sorry, Matsuri.� I shouldn�t have��
�� Confusion
briefly flickered over her face when he trailed off without finishing his
sentence, but the reason behind his guilt suddenly dawned on the girl, and then
she hastily grabbed his arm while passionately insisting, �No, you didn�t do
anything wrong, Gaara.� Really�!�
�� He flinched
at her touch, and after a silent moment, turned to stare directly into her eyes
with a grave expression as he raised his free hand to run his fingers along her
cheek, stroking her smooth skin for a few seconds before dropping his arm back
down.� �You don�t need to lie.� I will bear responsibility for my actions.�
�� Matsuri
shook her head in firm refusal of his misguided belief, and gulped nervously as
she worked up the courage to inform him in a coherent manner, �I�m not
lying.� Please, believe me.� The, um, blood� it�s supposed to happen.�
�� How is
that possible?� Skepticism was
plastered all over his face at hearing her claim; Gaara might have been
ignorant of some things, especially concerning this particular subject, but he
knew full well that blood and pain went hand-in-hand, and were most certainly
associated with one another.
�� It�s
natural for girls,� she continued softly, unable to hide the blush that was
gradually turning her cheeks bright pink, �I� I only bled because it was the
first time�� I mean, I�ve never been
with anyone like that before you, Gaara, and that�s why� there was blood� but
only a little.�
�� His light
turquoise eyes softened ever-so-slightly at her words, and though he still felt
somewhat doubtful, he wanted her to know that he had complete faith in her, and
so the young man took a hold of her hand and squeezed it in a gesture of mild
comfort as he confirmed, �Are you sure about this?� Only the first time?�
�� Yes,� the
girl answered with a slow, solemn nod for emphasis, hoping he would see the
seriousness on her face.
�� All right.� I believe you.�� He finally relented after a short period of mentally
contemplating the information she had just presented with him � he had no
reason not to trust Matsuri, after all � but he was certainly determined to
bring her the same ecstasy that he had felt during their intimate act� someday
soon.� �Then you won�t feel pain next
time, Matsuri.� I will not let you bleed
again.�
�� N-next
time�?� Her blush deepened at his
promise, and she ducked her head to hide the obvious display of her
bashfulness, able to offer only silence in response because she could not bring
herself to encourage him� that would surely be too forward and improper�
Her reaction bewildered him a
bit, concern flickering over his expression as he wondered what was ailing her
now; after thinking about the possibilities, he came to the most logical
conclusion and inquired with a hint of anxiety, �Are you still in pain?�
�Oh, no� don�t worry, it doesn�t
hurt anymore,� she answered, offering him a small smile of assurance as she
sought to sound convincing enough to be believed � there was still a slight
twinge of pain lingering, but she could handle it.� �Um, I just feel a little tired, that�s all��
The sand wielder nodded with
understanding at her response, since fatigue suddenly settled over his body as
well, putting him in a similar situation as though he was running low on
chakra, albeit lacking physical strength this time instead of the spiritual
energy.� �We should get to sleep, then.
Matsuri, would you� prefer to rest alone?�
�� Seeing the
mild anxiety on his face in expectation of her answer, Matsuri giggled lightly,
knowing he was trying not to look overeager or seem pushy, but he definitely
wanted to stay the whole night together with her, a rather endearing thought.� �No� I�d like you to be here.� Can you stay with me, Gaara?� Please?�
I promise I won�t hog the blanket.�
�� The corner
of his mouth quirked up in a partial smile at hearing her sweet plea, and he
wondered how she could be so kind and selfless with him, while a strange fluttering
sensation flared up inside as he answered mildly, �Hm, even if you did, I
wouldn�t be concerned about that.� And
yes, I will stay with you.�
Her expression brightened with elation and the girl
beamed a wide grin at her beau, suddenly deciding to walk forward and embrace
him on a whim, and despite his initial startled reaction, he soon slipped his
arms around her small frame as well. Feeling happy to be close together, and
also relieved that he was not too upset with himself to force distance between
them, she sighed happily and rested her cheek against his bare chest, absorbing
the warmth and comfort of his secure hold. A few minutes passed before the
redhead gently reminded her that she needed to rest, and so with a nod of
compliance, Matsuri allowed him to retract, and then he took a hold of her hand
to guide her over to the bed they would be cozily sharing that night. Once they
reached the side, she climbed in and daintily lowered herself upon the mattress
until her head made a shallow indentation in the pillow, and then Gaara swiftly
mirrored her action, lying down next to her, his head turned so that they were
facing each other.
The young man silently gazed her
way while she yawned and murmured a drowsy goodnight to him before she slowly
closed her eyes, and after a short while, the rhythm of her breathing soon
became a steady and serene pattern to his ears.� Good night, Matsuri.
Gaara stayed awake a bit longer
even after the girl had fallen asleep, his mind bustling and occupied with many
thoughts; needless to say, he was still a bit shocked that she allowed him to
be so close to her, their bodies actually joining together.� Despite his ignorance and self-induced
uncertainty, he understood the significance of what they did, and he felt
rather awestruck that Matsuri returned his feelings strongly enough to give
herself to him in such a personal and intimate manner.� Could it be possible that she loved
him?� To the present moment, the
incident with his maternal uncle had left Gaara with the lasting impact of
expecting rejection from others, anticipating resentment and preemptive
prejudiced judgment before he even initiated any verbal or physical
interaction.� Still, in spite of that
fear, there was no question that he held Matsuri as a dear and precious person
within his own heart, although he admittedly wondered just how much he meant to
her, the importance of his existence in her life.
One bitter and lonely night long
ago, young Gaara had commanded his sand to viciously carve a blood-red tattoo
on his forehead as a painful and permanent reminder to never allow anyone to
get close to him, or to even care for another person, ever again.� Six years later, his perspective on life was
drastically altered after he fought Naruto Uzumaki in the Leaf Village, a boy
who truly understood the agony of forced isolation and resentment from
strangers, because he also had a terrifying demon in him.� With the solid support of his siblings
behind him, Gaara slowly began to change, and soon, he realized that he could
not fully redeem himself unless he made retributions for all the chaos and
senseless slaughters he had committed in the past.� He tried to help his village get stronger and improve the quality
of their shinobi, as he became one of the three instructors in Suna�s new ninja
academy, and there, he met Matsuri for the first time, a timid, polite, and
soft-spoken girl that gradually opened his heart to love.
Matsuri� thank you.� Tonight, you made me feel� so alive.� You have given my life more meaning and
value.� I finally understand what
Yashamaru meant when he said that only love could heal the deepest wounds of
the heart.� He was� actually telling the
truth in that instance.� Because of you,
Matsuri, I�m no longer in pain.� My
heart doesn�t hurt anymore, and I am not afraid to open myself to you.� From now on, my heart will serve you.� I will do everything in my power to bring
you the same happiness you have given me.�
The contemplative redhead silently sent his message to her
as a small smile of genuine affection creased his lips, and warmth inhabited
his heart at the mere sight of her peaceful face, remaining tentative and
somewhat guarded, but no longer unwilling to trust.� There were still many things left unsaid between the two, and
Gaara was determined to tell her, one day, exactly how he felt about her, all
she wanted to know and even more, but for now, he had a few of his own
inhibitions to work on debilitating.�
For her sake, he would try�
He had trained her thoroughly
for the last several years, schooled the girl on all the aspects of battling
that he felt she would need to survive, and yet, it was truly ironic that she,
the student, had ended up teaching her own sensei to trust in one of the most
important emotions of life.� Loneliness�
such a sickening and pain-inducing disease that infected all the vulnerable
parts of a person�s mental state and rendered one unable to remain stable; it
was certainly a force to be reckoned with, especially when the cure was
difficult to obtain.� Because of
Yashamaru�s betrayal, the former demon vessel had believed he was too much of a
freak and a destructive monster to ever receive earnest affections from anyone,
and with the other villagers shunning him, it became apparent that they felt
the same way as well.� But they were
wrong, all of them� for Gaara and his siblings shared a close bond of kinship,
he had two very good friends in Konoha, and now, he and Matsuri were together�
she was proof that someone deemed him worthy enough to be loved.
With that pleasant thought lingering
in his mind, Gaara moved toward the slumbering brunette and leaned his forehead
forward until it gently touched hers, inwardly feeling comforted by the
soothing warmth of her presence pressed against his tattoo of the �love�
character.
His eyes slowly drifted to a
close as peace settled over his resting form, and even knowing that she would
not hear him say this, he still wanted to express the words aloud, and he felt
just confident enough to tell Matsuri in a low, husky voice, �I love you.�
He fell asleep easily that
night, admittedly looking forward to the next bright morning, and all of the
other tomorrows that the two would share with each other, enjoying the company
of one another, and discovering the blissful elation of being in love.
Together, they had found the end
of solitude.

The End

Author�s Note: Wow, this is it� I�m actually
kind of sad to see this story end, but I certainly can�t drag things along
forever, or else things would surely get stale, heh.� Oh, I had originally planned for this story to have only three
parts, but uh, I guess it grew beyond my control, eh?� Teehee�� Err, apologies
for the corniness toward the end there� albeit I fully believe that Gaara
deserves to love and be loved in return, and I really hope that some of you readers
feel the same way.� As I am very nervous
about how the mature scene turned out, I�d like to ask you all to please let me
know if I did all right�� Don�t be
afraid to tell me that I wrote something OOC for one of them � I am especially
afraid of screwing up Gaara�s character, and I need to know of any areas I
should improve upon.� I look forward to
hearing comments from you, so please leave a review and let me know your
thoughts on this segment!

By the way, this will most certainly not be my last GaaMatsu
fic.� I had way too much fun writing
this story, and I fully intend on writing more, so if you readers like this
couple as much as I do, be sure to keep your eye out for future GaaMatsu pieces
from me�

With love for my fans,
Tiger5913
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