Siren (a Gaara love story)

Gaara's fight!

Gaara: ...

Deleah: ... x2!

Gaara: ... x3

Deleah ... xinfinity!

Gaara: **turns away with arm crossed** She does not own Naruto

Deleah: **anime cries** Gaara! how could you be so cruel?

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i watched the matches go by with a bored gait that only i could pull. i could sense the blood lust rolling off Gaara as Hinata coughed and stood back up. He was getting so riled up, but i wasn't going to calm him down. we needed some blood to keep things exciting. I glared at the Neji kid as he lectured Hinata on her 'destiny'. the boy was suffering, but that gave him no right to suffer others!. The match ended and Gaara Grabbed my wrist. i turned towards him

"yes Gaar-" i was cut off when he kissed me. i gasped at the random pressure on my lips and he bit them, hard, drawing blood. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him some passion, as his hands slid around my waist. i pulled away for air and leaned against the railing

"Gaara... you've been holding out on me" i said. he looked at me with a crazy look in his eye and dematerialized, appearing in the arena. I smirked at him. he couldn't even be sure that it was his turn! but sure enough, the battle between Gaara and his opponent was on. i wasn't worried though, Gaara had his sand. what could possibly go wrong? I leaned back as the match began. this should be entertaining. Gaara's opponent attacked Gaara with a series of kicks, and punches but every attack was stopped by Gaara's sand, while he just stood there, arms crossed, looking hot and amazing. the boy was getting frustrated. He jumped and rolled away from Gaara's sand with amazing speed. after the fight had gone on for a while the boy ended up standing atop a statue.

"go ahead Lee!" someone called from the stands. the boy; Lee, looked delighted and reached under his orange leg warmer and removed a set of training weights. as he dropped them to the ground my mouth dropped with them. the ground they hit exploded and all i could think was 'holy crap, this boy must be freaking strong!' the boy was now so fast that he could actually make it around Gaara's defences. i was slightly worried now. Gaara recieved a ounch to the face and i gasped. it was a good thing i made his body more okay with blood loss, because it looks like Gaara had a chance of actually getting hit during this battle. I gasped along with Temarie and Kankuro when i realized Gaara was using his sand armour. That would use up to much chakra! the fight got much more intense and i was relieved when Gaara's body crumbled into sand. he was safe somewhere. I wasn't so relieved though when Lee began to open his inner gates. the Chakra rolling off of the boy was intense, and kind of scary. but once the fight was over Gaara was collapsed in his sand, and Lee lay on the ground half dead. this was the end. this match was over. Gaara reached out with his hand

"sand coffin!" i heard him say from the safety of his sand. I watched as Gaara's opponents leg and arm were crushed, and shivered when the boy let out a blood curdling scream.

"Now you die" Gaara whispered, and he sent his sand to finish the job. as the dust settled i gasped. A jonin, a look alike of Gaara's opponent stood there with his arm stretched to the side, protecting the unconscious genin.

"why?" Gaara asked. his blood lust rolling off him in waves, in an almost contagious way. i too, was curios. "He failed" Gaara pointed out. The man, with tears in his eyes said

"because he is my student... and he is... precious to me" I frowned. Precious? that didn't make any sense. how could someone feel... close to a student? how does someone feel that anyone could be precious to them? Gaara's eyes mirrored my own confusion and he looked up at me, meeting my eyes with an expression that made my breath catch in my throat. was I precious to him? did he know that he was precious to me? when i was alone, even before that first kiss, things would always take my thoughts to him. maybe all this time... maybe all this time we were both precious to each other.

Gaara POV

"because he is my student... and he is... precious to me" The jonin said. i paused. this boy. this failure. was precious to this man? I looked up at Liiran who was gazing at me with confusion, but the moment our eyes met her expression changed. did she know she was... precious to me? that all i could ever think of was the smell of her hair, like cinnamon, and the taste of her lips, the way that she said my name... i shivered and focused on Liiran. I used my sand to appear in front of her. she looked up at me

"Gaara..." she said quietly. I loved the way she said my name, like it tasted sweet just too say it. i lifted her chin up and looked into her glowing gold eyes.

"Liiran..." i whispered. i leaned in slowly, without even meaning to, and kissed her. this kiss... was like the one we had that first night, except for one thing; before this kiss left me confused and lost, but now i understood. i pulled away and stared deeply into her eyes, that were watering as if she was going to cry.

"You are precious... to me" i whispered. she smiled and pulled me back in for a kiss. and when she pulled away she whispered against my lips as her head rested under my chin

"and you are precious to me Gaara..." i felt her tears fall and felt the urge to cry as well, but fought against it. Was this Love? was this what it felt like?

Liiran POV

he tilted my chin up and gave me a kiss, like the one we first shared, that left butterflies in my stomach and tears in my eyes

"you are precious.... to me" he whispered. I smiled and pulled his lips back to mine, taking everything in. the way he tasted like honey, the smell of his skin, the texture of his lips. i pulled back and tucked my head under his chin, letting my tears fall

"and you are precious to me... Gaara" I whispered. he held on to me and i felt his tight embrace strengthen me on the inside. Orochimaru was wrong, love wasn't a weakness, but a gift. it was at this moment of realization that i realized something... something that was so frightening and so exciting... i think... i may be... falling in love... with Gaara. I tightened my grip on his soft clothes as the arena was blissfully silent. in my head, before falling to sleep right there in Gaaras arms i thought to myself

'thank you Gaara'