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Love’s Misconstruities
Chapter 3
The conference the
following day had been utterly boring and drawn out. Even Tsunade had been fighting to stay awake,
Gaara noticed with amusement, as the lords argued back and forth about such
things that didn’t concern him in the slightest. Still, he tried to feign interest but found
his gaze drifting many a time to the Hyuuga girl across the room to his left. Several times, she had glanced his way as
well and their eyes would meet for a split second before she would avert them
as a blush crept upon her cheeks. Even
more bizarre to Gaara, for some reason this stupid game of eye-tag amused him.
When the proceedings had
finally halted for the day, Kankurou pulled his brother aside, waiting for the
crowd to dissipate before speaking.
“Gaara, what’s wrong?”
he whispered, though the concern was still evident in his voice.
‘Wrong? Nothing is wrong,’ Gaara thought, surprised.
“Why do you think something is wrong?”
Kankurou frowned,
taking a step closer to him. “The last
time I saw you this distracted was during the Chuunin Exams when you were
struggling to keep Shukaku under control.”
“I am in control of my
demon,” Gaara assured with a frown of his own.
“I know,” Kankurou
replied, eliciting a long stare between the two boys. “Your eyes are different from then. Right now, you look…confused; troubled
somehow.”
Leave it to Kankurou
to be observant of his younger brother’s moods.
Ever since they were children, both he and Temari had always kept a
watchful eye on him, and with good reason.
Gaara was known for his violent mood swings, and their careful
observations had saved both them and many others on countless occasions.
Eyeing his
surroundings, making sure the room was empty and that there were no other presences
nearby, he decided to confide in his older brother. “I had a confrontation with Hyuuga Neji last
night.”
At this, Kankurou’s
eyes widened with fear. “Gaara, you
didn’t…”
This earned him a cold
stare. “I didn’t lay a grain of sand on
him.”
The tension eased as
Kankurou breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m
sorry, I-“
“Forget it,” Gaara interrupted,
turning away and making for the door.
“Gaara, stop.” He waited patiently as the younger boy halted
and slowly turned to half-face him.
Gaara met his eyes once more and could see that Kankurou truly did
regret his words. “Talk to your big
brother.”
*Why should we trust someone who
doesn’t trust us?! The little bastard
should be punished!* screamed his demon.
‘No! We must have patience. If I can’t trust my own brother, who can I
trust?’
*Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve
been betrayed by family…* came a bitter reminder, dragging painful memories
to the surface.
‘Silence!’
“Gaara,” came
Kankurou’s voice again, piercing his inner conversation. “Talk to me.
I just want to help.”
Fighting to control
the twitch under his eye, he ignored Shukaku’s warnings and confided in his
brother about the events of the previous evening.
“That is a bit odd,
but you shouldn’t have been sneaking around spying on the Hyuuga family’s
successor. Why are you so intent on
fighting her? Neji even admitted that
she would lose to you, so what’s with the challenge?”
“I want to…help her,”
Gaara admitted, with some difficulty.
“Help her? To do what?”
“Become stronger.”
“Why? What concern is she to you?”
“…None. I just…want to help her. In here,” he said, grasping the fabric over
his heart. “It’s telling me that I want
to help her.”
Enlightenment suddenly
dawned on the older boy.
“Gaara… Heh,” he chuckled, only adding to Gaara’s
confusion. “No wonder Neji was so pissed
at you.” To this, Gaara furrowed his
brow, waiting for further explanation.
“I should have guessed myself.
All day long, staring at her…”
“What are you talking
about?”
“It’s okay! It’s only natural. After all, you are thirteen, and she is kinda
cute.”
Now Gaara was becoming
irritated, though he knew it was only partly from his confusion. Stepping toward his brother, he growled,
“What exactly are you saying?”
Quickly, the grin on
Kankurou’s painted lips wilted.
“Er, well…Gaara,
you…like her, don’t you?”
“…I don’t dislike
her. I barely know her.”
“Exactly! So you want to get to know her better! …Right?”
“I suppose.”
“Then I think you have
a crush on her, and Neji must have realized it, and he doesn’t approve. Hell, for all we know she may be
betrothed. To him, even.”
Gaara found himself
feeling quite unlike he’d ever felt before.
Anger and fear pounded through his veins, similar to how he felt when he
had fought Naruto nearly to the death, yet this time the fear was even greater
and he had no idea why. He felt like he
was on the verge of losing something great, yet he hadn’t the faintest idea of
what.
*Hope,* called a small
voice from inside.
‘Hope? Hope for what?’
*What
you desire most. What you fear you can
never truly have,* the
voice answered.
Suddenly, the image of
his uncle flashed before him, as he lay crushed and bloody at the hands of his
younger self. He cringed, his eye
twitching, and his hand instinctively reached for the mark on his forehead.
“Gaara!” Kankurou
shouted, worry laced with fear. Before
he could say anything more, the troubled boy disappeared in a cloud of sand.
Confused and afraid,
he wandered aimlessly through the heights of Konoha in an attempt to calm his
mind.
‘What is wrong with me? Ever
since I met that girl I’ve been feeling strange and acting differently. I’ve been careless…distracted…less in control
of Shukaku… …But… But I still want to see her…to get to know
her better, as my brother said… Why does
the possibility that she’s in an arranged marriage make it hurt? Do I have a ‘crush’ on her, like Kankurou said?’
Hours of deep
contemplation went by as he wandered until he finally found himself atop the
Hokage monument where a familiar face was waiting for him.
“Gaara,” Temari called
as she sat facing the village. With a
bit of hesitation, he sat next to her.
“Kankurou told me what happened,” she began, earning her an angry glare
from her younger brother. “He was just
worried about you. Don’t be upset. He won’t tell anyone else.” Gaara remained silent, his brow still stuck
in a perpetual frown. As far as he was
concerned, his business was his own and was not to be discussed by third parties. It aggravated him, but before he could dwell
much more on it, his sister spoke up again.
“I did some checking for you,” she baited, leaning back and staring up
into the late evening sky.
‘Something she
picked up from the lazy cloud-watcher,’ he thought to himself.
‘Maybe her advice is worth listening to. She does have more experience with this. Then again, she won’t even admit that she and
Shikamaru are dating.’
“She’s not betrothed.”
“She’s not?” Gaara
found himself asking a little too quickly, the tension in his heart finally
finding the relief he’d been seeking all evening.
Temari smirked,
earning her another frown. “Awe, my
little brother has a crush!” she squealed, reaching over to tousle his red
mop.
Though irritating,
coming from Temari, he knew it was a sign of affection and let it slide.
“What should I do?”
Gaara finally asked.
“Get to know her
better. Go talk to her. Tutor her, if she wants. That’s what your plans were from the start,
right?”
“But Hyuuga Neji-”
“Screw him! If push comes to shove you’d wipe the floor
with him!”
“Temari, we’re not
here to fight. I would never risk
everything Suna has worked so hard for.”
“Hm…you have a point,”
she admitted with a sheepish grin.
“So…we need to find a way to get the two of you alone, and without
Neji’s knowledge. Knowing his type,
he’ll probably be keeping a close eye on her for as long as we’re in town. Well, this leaves us no choice. We’ll just have to be sneaky.”
“Sneaky?”
“Ha! It’ll be a true shinobi courtship! And I know just the person to help us come up
with a plan,” Temari said, grinning.
Gaara was suddenly nervous.
* * *
The next evening,
after the long deliberations had been adjourned, three conspirators stood atop Mt. Konoha.
“Okay, all of the
pieces are in place, Gaara,” Shikamaru explained, Temari by his side, both
wearing the same mischievous grin. They
were having way too much fun with this, but strangely, Gaara found himself
amused as well. He just hoped Naruto
would find it in his heart to forgive him later.
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Translations/Term Definitions...in no
particular order:
- Mt. Konoha: ...I’m not sure if this is the correct term
for it, but it’s the giant cliff overlooking the village that displays the
heads of all of Konoha’s Hokages. I
wasn’t sure what to call it, so thinking of Mt. Rushmore,
this is what I came up with. Creative,
aren’t I? >.>;
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