Iron in my Mouth (Gaara love Story)

Chapter 5- Catch Me, Seeing the Sun for the First Time

(RECAP)

Gaara looked side to side in confusion, probably wondering what I was so surprised at. Finally he sighed, and looked at me pointedly.

"There was actually a hint of a hint of a smile on your face!" I started to laugh again, and the next moment went in a flash.

In a burst my wall of water came down.

His lips were against mine.

At first, I kissed him back.

But then I pushed him away, doing my best to ignore the hurt look on his face.

Sakura opens the door, telling us we're free to go. I run to my room, all girls parading behind me. The boys stay behind, as oblivious to our feelings as ever.

Especially a certain redheaded Kazekage.

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Chapter 5

(Akira's POV)

I did not expect my first kiss to go like this, nor did I ever expect to be kissed. You see, when you are physically incapable of being able to touch others, it affects you much more than you might think. For instance, I am never able to feel the comforting warmth of a friend's hand after a particularly upsetting run-in with a boy.

Sometimes I ask myself why it was I that was chosen to be the vessel for such a curse. it seems that I had to be carefully fed when I was a small child, and learned to take care of myself rather quickly, becoming independent. Anyways, I always thought when I was younger that God was the creator of all things good in this world. But, if God is the creator of good, who is the creator of evil? Is it the devil? If so, this would lead me to believe that we are all created without flaw by the Lord, until we go through some kind of filter and are given things like vanity, selfishness, and other things of that category.

And so, I lay here in my bed thinking, as I have before, about the rights and wrongs and goods and evils and things that caused me to be as demoralized as I have become. Yet tonight, my thoughts are interrupted by the soft snores and steady, even, breathes of the girls whom had come over that night for the sleepover.

My friend's had tried their best to soothe me, asking for details on what had happened. I just shook my head, letting my tears fall.

Not even I knew what was wrong.

He had kissed me- shown a greater love for me than anyone before. He was able to reach through my boundaries. Quite literally.

I rose, sneaking past the sleeping forms in my room, past Tenten and Lee (they still had to share a sleeping bag), and up the emergency stairs, onto the roof.

Sometimes I feel as if the wind is my best friend, its gentle tendrils caressing my face. And so, as I step on the rough ground of the emergency building, I welcome the familiarity of the wind. I walk over to the edge, and sit, swinging my legs high above the ground.

Looking around I sigh, and slowly reach to the back of my head to undo my bandanna.

~(third person POV)~

Gaara sits, as he usually does, wide awake. He took to reaching into the depths of his mind, and was therefore unaware of what was going on around him.

And so, when he found he could no longer chastise himself for what he had done, and when he could no longer even find a wisp of a thought to grab onto, he lightly touched his feet on the ground, silent as a mouse.

He slowly made his way up to what he assumed was the roof, and once he arrived, he walked through the door, struggling with the door handle for a moment.