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Íàñòðîåíèå ñåé÷àñ - êàâàééé!!!!!!Gaara rolled over, his red hair mixing with Matsuri’s brown. He watched her sleeping for a few minutes, observing the slow rise and fall of her breath. Snippets of last night rang in his ears.
“Gaara…!” Giggle.
“I don’t know…”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun!”
“Well, ok, just once…”
They were drunk. They had gone to a party and got drunk. Gaara knew that one drunken evening would not be enough for him to show her the love he had hidden for so many years, but it might make it a little more bearable. Matsuri stirred and sat up. Her face was a mask of horror and she leaped out of the bed. Gaara lay down and watched her. Suddenly, she was very aware that she was naked. She glanced around the room and spotted her clothes. She dived for them, tripped and landed in a heap of Gaara’s clothes. Gaara leaned over the side of the bed. “You can borrow some of mine if you want,” he suggested. She looked at him, her chocolate brown eyes huge and nodded. “Thanks Gaara.” She smiled at him shyly and grabbed for some spare Kazekage robes. After a few minutes, she was wearing Gaara’s ill-fitting red clothes and stumbling out of the door. “Bye Gaara!” she waved before the door slammed shut. Gaara rolled over and stared at the ceiling with a sigh. He missed her already.
A few days later…
“Come in!” Gaara called, not looking up from his work. Matsuri padded in, closing the door softly behind her. “How did you know I was there?” She asked. “Oh please, Gaara snorted. “That was easy.” He hoisted himself up to sit on his desk. “Do you have a minute?” she asked shyly. He nodded. “Of course Matsuri. I always have time for you.” He smiled, trying to ignore the beating of his heart. She was going to tell him she loved him. He would kiss her and tell her in a deep voice that he felt the same way. He looked at Matsuri expectantly. “I...I think it would be best if we didn’t tell anyone about that night. I mean, it didn’t mean anything, so there’s no point telling people, right?” Gaara’s smile froze on his face and he nodded slowly. “Didn’t mean anything,” he said thickly. “Of course Matsuri, you’re right.” Matsuri looked at him questioningly and he forced his face into his usual blank expression. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have some important work to finish.” His voice was cold and he turned his back on her, indicating that she should leave. She sighed and left. Once outside the door, she stopped and leaned against the wall. That night hadn’t meant nothing to her. It had meant a great deal to her, but she had to tell Gaara that to save her own feelings. Gaara was the Kazekage, dammit! He couldn’t spend time with her. They couldn’t make it work. A tear ran down her face and her lips formed the words “I love you”. But no sound came from her lips. Which is why she was so surprised when the door to the Kazekage office opened and a hand dragged her back inside. She blinked in shock. Gaara was standing in front of her, still holding her arm, a shy smile on his face. Hesitantly, he raised one finger and traced her cheekbones, stopping for a second at her mouth. The movement of his finger sent little shivers down Matsuri’s spine. She caught his hand and brought it down so she could see his eyes. He smiled again, looking wistful, and brought his hand back down to his side. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a little rough. “I know I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t resist.” He took her hands and drew her to sit down at the couch he kept in the corner of his office, looking into her eye the whole time. “I said that night didn’t mean anything, but I lied. I love you Matsuri. I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” He looked away, gritting his teeth. “Who could love a monster, after all?” Something in Matsuri’s heart gave a tug and she took his face between her hands and kissed him gently. He drew away, savouring the taste of love. Matsuri looked into his eyes. “I don’t care that you’re a monster Gaara. I want to be with you, no matter who you are, or what’s inside you. I love you too.” Gaara smiled with relief and so did Matsuri and they kissed again.