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Overall Opinion: 10/10 fantastic perfect god they're amazing

        You weren't supposed to die first.

          Finding Naruto at the ramen stand should have been expected. Gaara had heard that the blond was there almost religiously, and if he waited long enough he would find him. Flipping up one of the flaps, Gaara silently seated himself on the stool next to the Konohagakure nin, giving him a sideways glance. "Hello Naruto."

but oh my god he'd be so fucking wrecked

_____ When he wakes up, it's much too bright. At first, he doesn't recognize where he is, it's white and sterile, and it doesn't feel like home. Though, the more he thinks of it, the less he really knows what home's supposed to feel like.  Someone comes in, a woman, a nurse? That's what she says she is. He must be in a hospital. She asks him if he remembers his name, and he can only sheepishly answer in the negative. Kakashi, is what she says. Kakashi Hatake. She asks if he remembers anything, and again, he can't seem to recall anything she lists; how old is he, when's his birthday, do you know where you are. It's embarrassing, really, because he feels like these are all things he should have an answer for. But he doesn't. And as more people come in, all but interrogating him, he has less and less to say. They're all the same questions, all the same answers. Do you know who I am?-- No. You'd think they'd have given up by now. How long a day it's been, he thinks, when someone leaves and he sinks into the bed and he's lying in wait to either fall asleep, or answer someone else's questions. It seems like he's going to get his rest, at least, until the door flies open and a voice that's, oddly enough, familiar rings into his ears. Begrudgingly, but also with a twinge of excitement, the man sits up. Where had he heard that voice before? Where had he seen him before? Surely, he wouldn't forget someone so loud and bright. "--You look familiar," Kakashi says, gently, apprehensively. Like he may be wrong.

In the hospital, they told him he needed to remember.But he couldn't.Naturally, he'd have liked to remember. He'd like to remember that his name is Kakashi, and that he was twenty-nine years old and that he was one of the greatest ninjas in Konohagakure, and why, exactly, there was a mask on his face at all times even though it itched at his cheeks uncomfortably.But he couldn't.People he knew ( or they said he knew ) would come in, would talk to him and ask him questions that he didn't exactly have an answer for. He could hardly remember their names after he was told them, and he felt quite bad about that, really. There was a girl with pink hair, who was distraught at the fact that her teacher-- he was a teacher?-- didn't recognize her, and there was a man in a green leotard that, well, Kakashi found almost fashionable, and several other people whose faces blended in with each other and he really wished he could remember them.But, of course, he couldn't.Not until a flash of bright yellow catches his eye-- someone new? The man cranes his head too see a face that, yes, was very familiar. A stirring came to him, somewhere in the back of his head like there was a bee stuck in his skull.Where had he seen eyes that bright blue before?Surely, somewhere. It's an inkling, it's exciting."Naruto?"It comes against his will, the name. Wasn't that a bit of food in ramen?Why would he have said that.Oh, it's his name, isn't it?It's a start.

lays a blanket over you. you gonna be ok buddy

It's gotten much too hot, the way heat's radiating off the boy at the end of his fingertips has him all but on fire. They should move, pull themselves apart to remedy the heightened temperature between them, and he's sure they both know it, but their hands might as well have grown roots to each other's skin because neither of them were making a move to get away.Until he wills his hands to move, sliding up underneath the fabric of the other's shirt to bring it up, and his lips, too, find themselves on the move. The sound of dissatisfaction Naruto gives when they part is amusing, and the end of it's muffled as the older trails the kisses across his flushed cheek-- he laughs inwardly, at how like a child he felt when he did these sorts of things-- then his jaw, and down to his neck.In the end, it's more like a bite than a kiss, but in the moment, there's not much of a difference.