#gaarasexual

Question sheet: Whats your sexual orientation?

Me: *writes* I am Gaarasexual

I thought I could do it.

pairing: GaaSaku

summary: Because the world is constantly changing, and so are their touches.

dedicated to: SAYKUN BECAUSE IT'S HER BIRTHDAY SO YAAAAAAAAY. Hope you like it, darling! <33

The whisper of fallen leaves entered her ears as she strode through the village. It was autumn, a time when Konoha exploded in a myriad of colors, and kids gathered all around, plucking petals off trees and showing the purest of joys.

She caught the eye of one boy, a child she had healed once, and smiled indulgently. He grinned back, softly, innocently, and she found it ironic that his hair was red and his eyes green, wide and staring.

Sakura calmed her racing thoughts and looked away, towards the Hokage’s tower.

Because this autumn, there was more than one type of leaf that would be shifting. - - The subtle peace and steady camaraderie that Suna and Konoha had had been put on a banner after the war. But the other villages didn’t want mere hints at peace; they wanted a complete lesson on it.

And, so, they had arranged that all the Kages come to Konoha—leaving behind some kind of protection in their villages, of course.

Today was the day that they were meant to gather, staying for three days and two nights. Sakura was instructed to attend to Tsunade, Shizune having caught a contagious infection that she didn’t want to risk on anyone.

And when Sakura slammed open the door, strands flying, and laid her eyes on the one Kage who happened to be her own age and conveniently facing her, she couldn’t say she was particularly unhappy about the task.

“Ah, Sakura ” Tsunade commented, rising up from her chair and stepping forward. “Right on time, as always. The meeting is finished for today, I’ll just need your help tidying things up.”

Sakura’s eyes swiftly swept the room, taking in the scattered papers and shattered bottles.

But, then, no one had ever claimed that peace came without some war. Even a war like what had evidently happened in the room.

“Of course, Shishou,” she agreed patiently, used to Tsunade’s antics. She might as well have been Shizune, in fact. One shard of glass lay at her feet and, just as she bent to pick it up, a husky voice stopped her.

“Hokage-sama,” Gaara addressed. “Allow me to help her, please.”

Sakura marveled at the dips of his voice, so different from how childish it had once been. Now it was simply raw, powerful, and she felt that he’d be able to conquer worlds with just his words, if he wanted to.

Tsunade nodded, blinking perplexedly. “Of course, Kazekage-sama. I’ll, uh, leave you two….alone, then.” She backed out of the room, following all the other Kages and lightly shut the door behind her, giving Sakura a questioning look, as if she was supposed to know what any of whatever-it-was meant. - - The murmur came after they were just about done cleaning up the place. All Sakura had left to do was clear out the half-full cups of sake before shishou could stash them away and torture Shizune when she finally managed to get better. “Sakura-san.”

She tilted her head to indicate that she was listening. The motion was somewhat stiff and she hoped that he didn’t notice. “How have you been?”

There was a pull on her heartstrings when she thought that this was what years of mutual respect got them. An awkward conversation. That and a sly, unexpected kiss om the battlefield, urgent and full of promises that they never realized they’d make.

A bloody, grief-ridden field, and a single, moment that just the two shared led up to a contact that had her stupefied and avoiding him. Until now.

“I’ve been well, Gaara-kun,” she replied. The suffix sama had been refuted many times, so she had finally given up on being formal. “Yourself?”

The answer she got was a sudden warm palm on the skin of her arm, hesitant like she didn’t think he’d ever be. “Waiting to see you,” he said, and his tone wasn’t half as hesitant as his touch. “Hoping that you were doing the same.”

She tried to control her heartbeat and the memory of his lips on hers in an occurrence she wasn’t sure they’d ever repeat, and held her breath. Listening for him to continue.

His arms encircled her and he tugged her around so that they were face-to-face.

And then he dropped a kiss onto her mouth, so familiar, hot like the desert and his sand gathering up behind him, and she rose up on her toes and reciprocated with the very fire she was always known for.

The only thought left over in her head by then was:

DROWN IN FEELINGS WITH ME SAYKUN MY FRIEND MUAHAHAHA. /evil laughs/ c;

NKJFS HII SAYKUN<333

I’m Ash and I needa stap reusing the same .gifs and I think I have a tag for every activity I do OTL.

aND SASUSAKU YES PLS omg but i already know this coz ilu and your blog and your posts and kjanfgnk

I LOVE CHOCOLATE TOO ohkay mebbe i love every ice cream flavor ever bUT I’M REALLY ADDICTED TO RUM ‘N RAISIN IDEK WHY??