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Fading Dream	By : Madea Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the occurring characters from Naruto. I do not intend on earning money with this fic. Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

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Chapter 6: Two demons (Yellow and red makes orange)
Being that close to Gaara felt strange. A sweet smell invaded him and red strands constrained his vision. "Gaara?" he asked, worried about the strange behavior of his friend.
"Sorry." Gaara let go off him.
Naruto turned around and saw Gaara walking away. Was it that? The redhead looked over his shoulder. "Can't walk anymore? You wish me to carry you, kid?" A smirk adorned his face.
Still dazzled, Naruto wasn't able to protest and just shook his head. He took some fast steps to catch up with him. Gaara guided him to the café, he saw earlier, and opened the door. He closed the door after Naruto came in and went for the counter without turning the sign.
"You sure you don't want to open for customers now?"
Gaara nodded and ordered Naruto sit down at the counter. "You still don't like coffee?" he asked while putting an empty cup in a machine behind him.
"Not really. Just with a lot of sugar and milk when I have to pull an all-nighter," Naruto said sheepishly grinning. Gaara grimaced. "You don't have to do that."
"What?" Gaara took the cup out of the machine again and started to nibble the hot liquid.
"Force yourself to facial expressions. I know you don't like it."
"That way I don't have to speak. Comes in handy when a grandma is flirting with you and you have just insults for her on your tongue."
"Either way I don't get what you're thinking," Naruto stated, looked up at the ceiling and crossed his fingers behind his head, remembering how his first talks with Gaara were. When he looked back at Gaara some short moments later, he leaned on the counter, his head propped on one hand, giving him a dizzying look. He even had put his cup to the side, though it wasn't emptied yet. If Naruto wouldn't know better, he would think Gaara was flirting with him right now.
"Okay, then let my express myself clearly. What happened in those six past years? Tell me everything." The smirk Gaara gave him was turning everything upside down.
"Always I have to talk. You know, your voice is also pretty nice to listening to," Naruto pouted, but started to tell Gaara as much as possible. How he found out about being adopted just the day before Christmas, after buying the cake. How he wasn't able to write down anything decent to explain his situation to Gaara and waited for him in the greenhouse as long as possible. How he realized, he didn't know anything about him and wasn't able to contact him due to the lack of information. At this part Gaara tensed, but finally nodded understanding.
Naruto continued to talk about the awesome house, he lived in for those years, and how much he liked Jiraiya. He also told him about his parents. Though he feared it would hurt his friend, he also told him about Konan, Yahiko and Nagato. How Nagato was beat up at home and spend most of his time with him an Jiraiya, in the end moving in with them. How Yahiko died and Konan wasn't herself anymore. He even told him, how Nagato tried to kill himself. Hesitating he finally told him also about Aka and Jiraiya thinking about Gaara as a girl. The redhead seemed flustered by that misunderstanding.
"Why didn't you just tell him? Aka was already for a year your pet, he wouldn't have thrown him out," he said annoyed.
"C'mon! You know you looked like a girl. And explain your foster father, why the only not-group photo in your room shows a boy you call 'dear', while he's always ranting about assets of well curved woman!"
Gaara averted his eyes. Seemingly he hadn't girlfriend yet, also. Naruto wondered why. By those years he got to know a lot of girls who would throw themselves at Gaara just for his looks. There had to be at least one, he was interested in, and even if it was just physical contact. Going solo through your teenage years wasn't easy, what Naruto could confirm easily. Even Gaara was that much normal, he hoped for his friend.
"And now?" a tender voice pulled Naruto out of his musings.
"Now?"
"You're back in Konoha. You can't go back to the green leaf and you don't have a room."
"I wanted to meet up with Sakura and ask her if I may stay with her for some time … Aaaaah, damn! I wanted to meet up with Sakura!" He fidgeted and searched for a clock.
"Half past 12," the redhead said in a somber tone.
"Puh. If I run I'll may make it in time. Do you mind me leaving my bag here meanwhile?" Naruto pleaded.
Gaaras shook his head silent, his eyes still averted to the ground. Naruto just remembered the possessive trait of Gaara. Seemingly he was able to control it now. Speaking of which, he didn't see the sand anywhere. But now wasn't the time for talking anymore. Waving he rushed out of the door.
Happily he made it in time for his appointment with Sakura. He was surprised to not just meet her, but everyone he called a friend back at the green leaf, except for Sasuke. They all changed a lot in those six years, though no one as much as Gaara did. He was still able to recognize them without much problems.
They tugged him through the whole city and he wasn't able to leave them until it was about one or two in the morning. In the end, he wasn't able to ask Sakura, if he could live with her for some time, he didn't want to rush on her in front of everyone. Naruto sighed and turned back to the café. He hoped, Gaara was still in a good mood and let him at least sleep on a couch or so.
When he came back, all lights were turned off. Of course. He cursed himself for not asking Gaara for his address, again, and kicked a stone on the ground. He wanted to turn and find at least a bench in a park to spend the night on, when the door of the café opened and Gaara shoved himself out, closing it behind him.
"Your bag is already in your room. For now you have to sleep on a couch, I had to improve. Or share my bed." With his last words Gaara looked down at Naruto with the same smirk he had shown the blond this morning and wetted his lips absentminded.
Naruto swallowed the lump in his throat. The redhead liked to tease him. He praised the darkness for hiding the blush that raced to his face. Neither of them moved. Gaara had his hands in his pockets and watched intensely at Naruto. Just by now Naruto realized, he was waiting for an answer. He wasn't joking!
"I guess the couch would be nice for now," he said with a dry mouth. This was awkward, he wasn't sure anymore, if he should follow Gaara to his realms.
The redhead chuckled low and looked at the ground between their feet. "Just doing jokes. As if I would let you in my bed. Don't want to have fleas." Gaara turned on his heels and went for a door just beside the café. Not until he gave him an annoyed look over his shoulder, Naruto followed him, too confused how much his friend had change.
Gaaras apartment was spacious. Not as spacious as Jiraiyas house, but still overwhelming for Naruto. "Is the job at the café that profitable? Or how can you afford this living?" he asked while Gaara gave him a short tour.
"You'll see by time."
In the living room, Naruto noticed the huge empty spot. Apparently there was a couch before being moved into another room. "Hey Gaara, it isn't necessary to trouble yourself with me. I would have been also okay with sleeping in the living room."
"I wouldn't." Gaara was back to his minimal answers. Naruto asked himself, if he was the cause of the change of mood of the redhead, and what to do to bring him back to talk with him. He sighed. "Anything wrong?" Gaara asked him. They finally reached 'Narutos' room.
"No … I just wondered why you not considered, I may be staying with Sakura for now. Would have been much easier for you," he tried to make the conversation ongoing and smiled nervous. The room was empty beside the couch standing beneath the window, the back facing the door. A pillow and a blanket were thrown over the back.
"Just some feeling," Gaara shrugged the question off, "Good night. I'll be out early tomorrow."
He left Naruto confused. Why was Gaara so cold now?

When Naruto left him alone, he spun the sign and opened the café. This day wasn't going to be funny at all. He didn't want to forgive him, but the blond fox had some magical effect on him. He ran his fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. To be honest, Naruto was right. He wasn't to blame. Still Gaara was mad at him. Soon the first group of chatting girls came and pulled him out of his thoughts.
It was hard to not close the café earlier than usual. He was unsettled the whole day. Not that his customers were considerate and left him alone, as he wanted. In contrast, there were even more customers than usual, since it was a nice warm Saturday, so he wasn't able to make an excuse and close for the day.
The whole day he thought about what would happen, when Naruto came back. He told him, he wanted to meet Sakura. Gaara hadn't seen her for a while, but as much as he knew, they were still good friends. Did he ask her about him at least once? Doesn't seem so, he wouldn't have been so surprised about his spurt otherwise. Maybe he shouldn't have destroy her camera. The girl startled every time she saw him even more than a year later.
Naruto wanted to stay with her … Gaara wouldn't let him. When Naruto came back to get his bag, he would capture his fox. If necessary, he would use the sand, which rested in jars hidden all over his apartment and the café. By time he learned to use it again.
He wanted to wrap Naruto like a gift for himself, tug him into his room and on his bed.
Not until he embraced Naruto this morning, he realized he had this thoughts. His body moved on his own then. When he inhaled the scent, he hadn't smell that strong since he was ill in his first winter in Konoha, the other 'demon' beside Shukaku inside him arose again. One he hadn't felt for years. All the urge to beat the teenager into a pulp was washed away and replaced by a new feeling.
It was hard to restrain himself from snuggling his body against the other male's, nibble at his earlobe and bite him until Naruto screamed. He wanted him, and if he wanted something, he would get it. If necessary with force.
Should he just yank him in his bed like his bustled brain wants? Or ask beforehand? 'Hey Naruto, I want to take you with me to my bed and maybe ravish you. Wanna come up with me to my apartment?' Not a good idea. Though he had to admit, he loved to see the look in Narutos face. His thoughts drifted away.
Naruto lay on his bed, his wrists pinned down above his head with one hand. He looked panicked. Gaara placed a soft kiss against his jar, causing the blond to jerk. His free hand snaked under Narutos shirt. Smooth muscles were trembling under his hand. He lowered his head against the blonds neck and grazed his teeth against the smooth skin, while slowly reinforcing his grip on Narutos wrists with sand. Slowly he sunk his teeth in the soft skin of the man under him.
A clique of young woman watched him while he was absentminded moving around in his workplace and giggled shy when he looked in their direction.
No, no, no, no! Don't think about it. You'll excite yourself too much otherwise and won't be able to stop anymore. Gaara would ask him to share his bed, but also offer his couch. Narutos choice would decide what Gaara was going to do, if he loosed or won against the growing demon.
The more time elapsed without Naruto returning, the more he feared, he just imagined the events of this morning. But Narutos bag was there behind the counter. Finally he was allowed to close the shop.
The couch in his living room … The sleeping teenager would be there every night when he moved from one room to another. Too dangerous. Gaara remembered the blonds sleeping face and knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from attacking him in his sleep. He should move the couch to one of the vacant rooms. He took Narutos bag and left a note on the door of the café for Naruto.
The fox sure took his time. He waited for some hours now, lying on the floor of his living room. Was the note not clear enough? 'I'm waiting for you at my apartment. Next door to the left, last story. The door is open.' No, there wasn't anything to misunderstand. However, Gaara picked himself up, went downstairs, removed the note from the door and snuggled himself in one of the comfy plush-armchairs. He hoped for Sakura, Naruto wasn't already sleeping at her place. Otherwise Gaara wouldn't be able to control what he did to her, when he next saw her.
Eventually the blond appeared again in front of his café, making Gaaras stomach turning upside down in a pleasant manner. Of course his answer to his question was frustrating. Though Naruto hesitated.
Back in his territory with him was almost unbearable. Naruto was at his mercy. If he wanted the blond to stay with him, he wasn't allowed to give in to his desires. Not yet.

He tried to make the time he spend with Naruto alone as short as possible.

Something rattled, pulling Naruto out of his sweet sleep. Was Nagato already up? Naruto was still half asleep. He opened his eyes and was greeted by a bright blue sky. Huh …? He wasn't able to see the sky in that angle from his bed. Shifting his weight he tried to sat up, but was interrupted by a paralyzing pain in his back. He decided to wait a few moments until he was awake and collected his thoughts.
Slowly everything came. He wasn't at home with Jiraiya and Nagato anymore. He slept on Gaaras couch, resulting in a stiff neck and back. His memories of the last night came back and he hoped, the redhead was in a better mood now. It rattled again, this time louder and faster. He heard doors banging and again rattling. Nope, no good mood.
Suddenly the knob of his door rattled. He remembered he locked it up out of reflex. Though Jiraiya respected privacy a lot, Nagato forgot to knock before entering a room way too often. The rattling became more intense and was soon followed by a hand banging against the door. Trying to ignore the pain, Naruto stood up. What was going on? Had the redhead bitten his tongue?
"GAA-" a female voice started to call when Naruto flipped the key and opened the door, "- Ra …?" A puzzled, sand-blond woman with four bulky pigtails in a short violet dress stood in front of Naruto. He somehow had the feeling he knew her, but wasn't able to say, who she was. Her lips curled into a nervous smile. "What the hell's going on? Are you alright? That prick" - she looked pondering at the floor and talked more to herself than to Naruto- "… Now he's even kidnapping blonds. I know he takes a liking for them, but going that far …" The shift of her moods was confusing. First nervous, than confused, worried, aggressive and in the end musing. Just WHO was she?
"Uhm … I don't know what you're talking about," Naruto said sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
Her eyes snapped at him. "Did he do anything to you? Do you have a blackout? I know, a lot of people fall for his looks when they first see him. But don't let him deceive you. This guy isn't good, for no one. The only thing he can do, is making good coffee."
"Are you talking about Gaara?" Naruto blinked at her. Whoever she was, her reasoning was as incomprehensible as the redheads.
She furrowed angry her brows. "Of course. Who else should I talk about, standing in his apartment?"
"Dunno," Naruto grinned wide and crossed his hands behind his head, "but you forget one big thing about him: his infamous hard hits."
The woman stared at him. "What did you just say?"
"You forgot to mention his liking for beating up people who like him."
Her face went blank and she shook her head as if she didn't want do accept what he just said. "He wasn't violent for years," she said softly, her eyes inhuman wide.
"Uhm, well, but yesterday he seemed to be very pleased with driving his fist into my face," Naruto said pointing with a finger on the bruise in his face.
"So that's the reason he isn't to find anywhere." With those words she collapsed.
…
Naruto searched the whole kitchen for something to eat. Finally he found some strawberries. Together with a glass of water he went back to the woman, which lay where he slept last night.
She smiled faintly at him when he passed her the glass. "Thank you. I think, it was just too much for me. Usually I eat lunch downstairs at the café, but it was closed, so I looked for him at his favorite spots. Sometimes he still has his phases where he don't want to see anyone. Well, Gaara doesn't spend much time at home, so I came to search for him here last. Searching him and then you telling me, he regained his temper, on an empty stomach was just too much for me."
Naruto nodded understanding and offered her the berries. In answer she shook her head. "You don't want to see him when you ate his strawberries." He shrugged and pushed one of the sweet fruits in his mouth, causing the blonde in front of him widen her eyes. "Are you mad? Didn't I just tell you -"
"You did, but Gaara beat me up enough times in my life and I know, he can't kill me that easy."
"Just who the hell are you?" she asked him amazed.
"Uzumaki Naruto. Nice to make your acquaintance." He grinned at her and extended his hand to her.
She didn't take the offered hand, but squinted her eyes at him. "Naruto … That boy that went missing six years ago? No, was adopted like in some bad fairytale?"
"Uhm, well, if you want to say it that way …?" Now Naruto was puzzled. Why was she angry at him? And how did she know about him? Suddenly she jumped up and rushed out of the door. Naruto startled short, but followed her then. She was still at the door, struggling with her shoes. "Did I do something to annoy you?"
"Well," she gave him a scowl that was able to challenge Gaaras, "You're the reason he tried to starve to death five years ago. You're the reason he nearly stabbed himself with one of the daggers in Kankuros dolls. And you're the FUCKING reason, why my little baby brother isn't to find anywhere now!" She stomped out of the apartment, banging the door into Narutos face.
What?
Naruto dropped to the ground. He knew now, why he had the feeling to know her. He actually did. Her name was Temari. Shikamaru talked about her yesterday. She still resembled the blurry image of the teenage girl Naruto had in his head, but he didn't expect her to look that mature by now. What was she doing here anyway? Wasn't she always avoiding her littlest brother?
His thoughts were awful slow and went in circles. The blonde was mad at him. He caused Gaara pain. He's gone missing after Naruto came back to Konoha. The blonde is mad at him.
Moments passed before he was able to catch a certain thought: Gaara was missing. Naruto also rushed out of the door.
To be honest, he still didn't know a lot about the boy that had so much in common with him. They both knew the pain to be looked at like some monster. They both knew how it was to be never alone in their mind. But he didn't knew what happened to him in those years they were apart and where he liked to hide now.
Naruto saw a group of strange dressed young girls approaching the café and looking sad, when they saw it was closed. "Aw, not again on my day off!" one of the girls pouted. Another giggled. "With your luck you'll never see him!" A third continued to tease the first, "You should have seem him yesterday. He had an aura that made my mind melt!"
Naruto wondered who they talked about. Up to now, Naruto didn't see the owner of the café or any other employee, but he also wasn't there in main time, he guessed.
Wiping the girls out of his thoughts, he started to stroll through the streets. Maybe he would spot the inimitable red color of his hair somewhere on the streets.
As if.
As much, as Gaara might be able to control himself by now, he even worked with humans every day, he still gave that let-me-alone aura off. Without any goal Naruto continued his walk.
The sun was already setting, when he realized where he was. The buildings looked smaller now, and not that terrifying confining anymore. Konohas 'Green Leaf'. A few kids romped in high grass.
With seeing his old home, he was suddenly melancholic. He let his head fall down on his chest. Would Gaara have been luckier if he hadn't met Naruto? His sister told him, he tried to kill himself. Naruto clenched his fists in his pockets and squinted his eyes.
The blonde said, she searched for him in his favorite spots. Did Gaara still like the greenhouse? Was it even still intact? Slowly he restarted his walk to the place, where he spent most of his time during those last months in Konoha.

The door squealed. Gaara lifted his head, but the last rays of the sun took his vision when he looked at the intruder. Whoever it was, he didn't move. Gaara had to squint his eyes to make out his outlines. The sun disappeared behind the big trees of Konohas forest and everything was black for a moment. When he finally was able to see bright deep-blue eyes, he jumped to his feet and took a step backwards.
Naruto looked worried at him. Gaara wanted to see that face smiling or pained, but not worried. The blonds expression grew more somber, when he looked around in the greenhouse. The glass was cracked everywhere and there were pieces of glass all over the soil. Most cactuses were dead by now and nature reclaimed this forgotten spot of land.
"I don't think that happened today, huh?" the blond asked with a forced smile. Gaara shook his head, still ready to jump back, if Naruto decided to come closer to him. Shukaku was strong today. The other demon in him might not want to help his 'big brother', but Shukaku was too willingly to help those reborn feelings in Gaara to take him out of hand.
Naruto took one step in his direction, Gaara took one step back. The blonds expression became stern. Gaara felt Shukaku jerking inside him. His blood boiled. He blinked. His eyes twitched. The angry look Naruto had now, was also a thing he didn't want to see. He looked back over his shoulder to see there wasn't any way to escape. The blond took another step towards him.
Gaara tried to run for the door, but the fox grabbed him hard by his arm, almost breaking it. Why didn't he took his sand with him this morning? Soil wasn't useable at all. Gaara didn't look at him, but he felt Narutos scowl in his back. Suddenly his knees felt like pudding. The blond gave off an imitating aura, sending a shiver down his spine. Slowly Gaara turned around and saw the almost animalistic expression in Narutos face. He looked even more like a fox now. Narutos eyes were red and his pupils slit, he was influenced by the kyuubi now. Of course. Gaara remembered. The kyuubi. Otherwise Shukaku wouldn't be that eager to let him ravish the boy.
Both demons were quiet now, but Gaara still blinked at Naruto, whose expression became soft. The teenager in front of him averted his eyes to the ground and softened his grip, tough he didn't let go off him totally, while mumbling, "Sorry." When Naruto looked at Gaara again, his eyes were back to their usual stunning blue. The aura was gone too. Narutos hand slipped down to Gaaras and tugged him with him, when he turned to the door.
The sky was still dyed in a bright orange when they left the green leaf. They didn't speak a word until they stood in front of Gaaras door. By now the sky was black for quite some time. Gaara fished for the key in his pockets and opened the door.
"By the way, your sister was searching for you," Naruto said casual. Though Gaara liked the blond to talk, he didn't like him to talk about that. Shrugging he entered the apartment, kicking his boots off behind the door.
He hadn't drunk coffee the whole day and felt somewhat hungry and … tired. One day with the fox and his life was turned upside down again. Gaara searched for his strawberries, the only eatable thing he actually took to his apartment. Frankly, he would prefer eating other things, but he never learned how to cook, not to say he didn't see the necessity, and Temari usually forced him to eat down in the café with her together, what was enough in his eyes. There wasn't any reason in actually taking something with him upstairs.
Gaara didn't find the strawberries at their usual place in the small refrigerator. Temari … He growled low and closed the refrigerator. Suddenly he saw Naruto in the corner of his eye. He was way to close, causing Gaara to tense. The sand in the jar in the closet twitched in anticipation.
"Do you search something?" Naruto asked innocent.
Gaara nodded and folded his arms. "My strawberries …"
"Uh-oh … I swear, I didn't ate much! Temari warned me, but … Uhm … yeah …" Naruto looked at the ground and scratched the back of his head. "Well, they're in 'my' room."
Gaara sighed and unfolded his arms. Right now, he wasn't in the mood to punish the blond. He just let him stay in the kitchen and went to get his berries. He took them to his room and locked the door behind him. The blond said good night through the door shortly after.
…
Gaara was in his room. He wasn't able to settle down, not to speak of resting. Wandering around like a trapped tiger, his thoughts tried to burst his head. His hands yanked his hair. Shukaku started to scream again, bringing Gaara to freak out. He tore out some strands of his red hair, shaking and staring at the ground, not seeing anything. The other demon was speaking clearly.
"Just go over and take what you want. What you got the right to claim as yours."
"No. Not yet. He'll run away again and never come back, this time for sure."
"You can imprison him. Like you did in the greenhouse years ago."
"…"
"You know you can do it. You were able to do it then."
"They will search him."
"They don't have to know that he's still with you. If they even know he was. If he told Sakura. You don't think, he would ruin his relationship with her by talking of all things about you, after not seeing her for years, don't you? It was already after midnight when he came back. The streets were empty. No one knows he's with you. Just use the balcony. You can get into his room even if he locked up the door. If he wakes up and you want to run away like a fucking coward, you can let the fire escape clatter and run for your window. He'll never think it was you. He don't think you're able to desire someone. Your own fault."
Gaara nodded. "Just see him," he soothed himself.
He left his room through the window and stood on the balcony that connected the living room, his room and the room Naruto was currently sleeping in. The night was warm and humid. Seeing the window wide open, he feared the object of his desires was still awake. He sneaked slowly to the window and took a peek inside. The blond slept. Slowly Gaara lifted himself to the window sill. Seeing that Naruto had kicked his cover away, he was glad that his fox decided to sleep in his clothes. Gaara didn't know if he would have been able to restrain himself, if he would see more of the slightly tanned skin.
Until the birds started to tweet, he just sat there, looking at the blond, his demons both quiet.
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