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Title: A Twisted Ankle

Pairing: Sabaku no Gaara x Matsuri

Theme: #19 - Red

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Matsuri’s POV:

Red…A color? A word? What to describe? How to think of it? The color gives life, the word describes. You name many things with the word. You can draw, describe, give them life. As I am walking, a certain red comes in my mind. The red of a person. The red of someone I love.

No, I am not saying this…No, I am not answering the question “What color is love?”… I am asking myself. To me, it is red. It is all because of him.

The reasons why I love him?

His rough childhood; blood stained loneliness.

His lose hair, pure red.

The mark on his forehead, crimson love.

His clothes, all in shades of the most difficult color of the world. Crimson, ruby, red.

His feelings. Ever since then, the same as mine.

He’s not the monster everyone says. To me, he’s more a human than any other person I’ve met in my life.

Gaara-sensei.


Gaara’s POV

Red….Word, color, thought, liquid, feeling, object, emotion. Red has been in every aspect of my life.

As a word, it reminded me of mum, a pain I still can’t heal.

As a color, I would see it, I would even have it on my head.

As a thought, it would never leave my mind, Day and night, day and night. Constantly. Forever.

As a liquid, it does not need questioning. Blood. And blood was the one thing that NEVER, never left my mind. I was born bloody. I never bled but I was forced to see others bleed. Blood, I heard someone say, is gruesome. Blood can be fascinating. And those who fear it are just stupid. What do they fear, in reality? The thing that keeps their hearts beating; the thing that keeps them alive.

As a feeling, it was what everyone said, my murderous aura that foretold me. THAT didn’t belong to me. That was not MY feeling. I may have had my soul inhabited by a demon, but I can tell which feelings were his and which were mine.

As an object, it would be the fabric my clothes were made of, it would be Temari’s ribbon, it would be my umbrella. Nothing unnatural. Nothing strange.

And as an emotion…That’s the easiest, but the most difficult in the same time. There was something that I heard everyone talking about. Something I myself could never understand, because I never felt it. I didn’t know why, but it bothered me. It was so irritating and painful, in the same time. I could see the other kids at my age play and fool around with wide smiles on their happy and I still wonder…Why, even though I know now, why did it have to be me? Was it all because of this inner demon of mine? That was the thing to push them away, make them leave me alone? Shouldn’t my father, as a parent loving to his child have silenced the secret, and try to protect me? I could not be hurt physically, but their words would hurt me. I had a heart too. I still have. A heart that’s still aching.

And so I walk forward, head down, hoping for someone to cure this invisible wound that’s always bleeding inside me.

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Matsuri was walking with her hands in her pockets, her head down, her loose hair falling in her face. The only thing she could see was a little bit of the sand at her feet, and her shoes. In her mind thoughts were swirling, what she would do today, where she would sleep at night, if she would be assigned to any important mission or not, her kunais needing to be polished, her wallet almost empty…She was so full of the thoughts that didn’t watch where she was going, and so tripped over a stone and fell, bumping onto someone.

Looking up, she became as red as the sunset when her eyes met the one who prevented her from hitting the ground.

Under her was the Fourth Kazekage, Sabaku no Gaara.

A surprised Gaara.

A blinking Gaara.

“Ag..G-Gaara-sensei….” She mumbled and instantly stood up next to him. “I…I’m so sorry, I…wasn’t looking where I was going…”

“What were you thinking of?” He said, standing up and next to her. “You seemed pretty…confused.” He came closer to her and brushed off her hair a small amount of sand.

“…Well…About…My day…”

“I won’t assign you to any missions today”

“But…How will I earn the money I need to pay off my food and…”

“Your food, you mean…Because you don’t have a house.”

Matsuri’s eyes shone with pride. “I’m a big girl now. I don’t need a house. I’ve learned how to defend myself.” But just the moment she was about to brag for more, a sharp pain hit her and she let out a squeal, falling to her knees.

“Hey!” Gaara sat down next to her; a worried expression in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

Matsuri grabbed her left foot and greeted her teeth, just now understanding that somehow, when she fell, she had twisted her left ankle. “I…I am alright…” She managed to mumble, but then let out a pain-filled cry.

“You twisted your ankle! Let me take a look at it!”

“But I am alright!”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am! Really! It doesn’t hurt so much anymore!”

“Yeah, right, that’s why you can barely stand!”

“But…”

“Just stop already! You act like a little baby!” Gaara shouted and, in his attempt to silence her, he found himself sealing her lips with his. Surprising himself as well with his own action, he tried to back down, but it seemed his mind told him otherwise.

Besides, how could he let go when he felt Matsuri’s arms wrapped around his neck, and her kissing him back, responding so gently as if she had been waiting for this for years?

He closed his eyes and his right hand cupped her chin, while his left arm embraced her from the waist, bringing her closer, their bodies almost touching.

The sharp pain at Matsuri’s twisted ankle was completely forgotten the moment she felt Gaara’s lips touching hers. All her thoughts flied away and it was like her limbs had paralyzed. She couldn’t believe that she was thinking of him, HOW she was thinking of him just earlier that morning, and now…

Gaara-sensei was kissing her!

Her sensei was kissing her!

Her Gaara was—

… … … … … … …

And with that last thought, electricity shot through her and she awoke, pulling away from him so suddenly, that she fell backwards and threw him aside. Confused, Gaara sat up the same moment with her and looked at her, right into the dark chocolate eyes she carried, and she didn’t look the other way. Even though she was scared from the possessive thought that overtook her, she wasn’t afraid of him finding out.

And he read her thoughts in her eyes.

And she didn’t mind.

And he came closer.

And she closed her eyes, and he whispered her name.

And as their lips united once again, the thought hit both.

Red is what describes love.