Gaara walked the quiet desert. The yellow sand flowed through endlessly. Gaara wore his Kazekage robes, his urn of desert sand on his back. Sand found its way into his red hair and his eyes, the shinobi paid no attention.
He could only wonder where he was right now. When shukaku was extracted from him, he could sleep normally. Hadn't he just laid down on his bed, and begun drifting into thought?
‘But what is a dream?’ Gaara thought, ‘was it a desert that people drift to during sleep?’
Gaara could not even feel his chakra, a dream must be a place devoid of chakra. A dream must be a place in which feelings go. Gaara concluded that because he had no feelings, the dream must be empty; Empty as the desert.
As he was pondering on the subject, the wind calmed down, and the sand no longer traveled. His dream was a void, without life or feeling. It was only right for his dreams to reflect his disposition.
Gaara sat down, at least it was quiet here. He wasn’t Kazekage in his dreams, and he was free to roam around the sand. Emptiness, the shukaku carrier without the shukaku…
“Gaara!” A loud voice echoed into the desert. Gaara wondered what could invaded his emptiness, his dream. Gaara noticed it was coming from his back, and turned his head to see.
A blonde boy, wearing an orange jacket and pants, stood behind him. ‘But how?’
Questions, Gaara often noticed, only lead to more questions. If he really was devoid of emotions, then why did the blonde seem so appealing to him.
An unexpected feeling began in his chest. It was unrecognizable, the feeling. He had felt pain in his heart, that was a common feeling. But this, thing, was eating away at his mind. It was light and uplifting, but all in attention to the blonde.
“What are you staring at?” Questions only lead to more questions. Naruto Uzumaki was standing in front of Gaara, in his unusually vivid dream.
He stood up, wiped the sand of his Kazekage robes, and pulled Naruto close. ‘What the hell am I doing’
Gaara could not control himself. Pressing his lips against the taller boy’s, the desert that Gaara created soon began to disappear. Grass began to grow, the sand beneath the two turn into hard earth, and the sun’s heat softened.
Gaara could only close his eyes, and live the dream. Moving his fingers around the boy's chest, down to his stomach, and finally towards the lining of his pants.
Gaara's hand found Naruto's zipper, and began to unzip the thing, hungrily anticipating what he would find next. The feeling in his chest intensified, to the point where the Kazekage could not longer contain it. The ectasy of this dream! He felt the clothing fall on to the now moist grass, and his hand slowly reached for Naruto's shorts...
Gaara woke up.
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Chapter notes: First Fic, I hope you like it. Gaara's been dreaming about someone.
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Had to end it there to preserve the rating. :D