Akatsuki x Reader Oneshots

Modern!Gaara x Reader; Memory Lost

From my birthday announcement, Miss October 27 requested a Gaara. That is THE ONLY reason I'm writing about someone who isn't in the Akatsuki! Anyways, enjoy~!

It was a hard time for everyone. In classroom 3E (reference game strong), nothing was happy anymore. It used to be so alive, so cheerful. The red haired boy used to hate the positive and loud atmosphere, but now he's found himself.. Missing it.

It was dark, no sunshine visible outside. The classroom was dead silent besides the scrapping of chalk against board and the furious writing of the students. Gaara couldn't concentrate, he was too distracted. After school he planned to go visit the absent sunshine herself.

His girlfriend who doesn't even know him.

As strange as it sounds, it's true. Miss (First/Name) (Last/Name) had gotten in a deadly car accident, one killing her father and almost killed herself. No, instead she suffered a bad head injury and she lost every memory she once had. Including Gaara.

He tapped his mechanical pencil against the side of the desk, deep in thought. What would he say to her? What if she hates him? Could he really handle the pain of his girlfriend looking at him like he's a stranger? What if she demanded him to leave and tell him to never come back?

He chewed on his bottom lip, glancing at the empty desk beside him. Her desk. He sighed deeply and quietly, memories you'll never know rushing through his mind.

"A-ah, I'm sorry to bug you but is this seat taken?"

Gaara blinked, looking over to see who was actually brave enough to talk to him. He saw a beautiful girl with gorgeous (Hair/Color) and bright lively (Eye/Color) eyes. He could hear the surprise whispering and gossiping from the people around them, everyone was surprised the new girl was actually talking to the feared Gaara.

The boy shook his head. "No, it's empty."

She sighed in relief, taking the seat. She flashed him a bright smile, one which melted his heart. "Thank god, everywhere else was either 'taken' or 'saved'. New schools are hard, well school in general is hard." She giggled.

That was when they first met.

"Gaara! Wait up!" You called, racing after your friend.

Gaara turned around only to be glomped by you. He stumbled slightly in surprise, but overall he could hold you both. "(First/Name)?" He questioned, a bit confused.

It was after school and everyone was going home. Why weren't you?

"Sorry for the late notice, but I was wondering if you could come with me to the new public library that's opening up down the street!" You asked with a wide smile.

Books always excited you. Always got you happy.

Gaara gave a small nod. "Sure. Let me tell my parents." He said, then walked to the waiting car for him.

You hummed as you waited patently for him. Then, you smiled at him when he came back. "Alrighty! Let's go!"

That was your first time hanging out.

It was pitch dark outside, you two had fell asleep at the library, staying a bit too late. But Gaara being the gentleman he is offered to take you back home.

As you walked, the two of you laughed and talked. But then you started to get a little scared from seeing a car drive slowly behind you two. Nervously, you grabbed his arm and hugged it. "Gaara." You whispered.

"I know." He whispered back, he saw the car as well. He held onto your hand, trying to show the car behind you two that you were taken even if it wasn't true.

You blushed gently, but smiled and held his hand back. The car parked, two guys walking out. One had a beer bottle in his hand.

"Hey there *hiccup* friend, why don't you share that nice piece of ass?" He slurred, the two following you.

"Go away you sorry drunkard." Gaara snapped, not stopping.

"Hey, what'd ya say?!" The guy growled, grabbing Gaara's shoulder and threw him against a wall.

You yelped, then glared at the guy and weakly hit his arm. "Leave him alone!"

"No need to get so feisty." The second guy laughed, grabbing you easily and with one hand he tried to push up your skirt. "However, *hiccup*, feisty is sooo hot."

You cried out, squirming and resisting against him the best you could but it was futile. He had you. Something in Gaara snapped when he saw the guy grab your butt and boob. He angrily yelled out, throwing the guy who was holding him down against the wall and punched him across the face.

The guy holding you noticed, then left you to go get Gaara. He punched the red head on the nose, causing it to bleed. Gaara didn't seemed fazed as he beat that guy up as well.

After it was over with, you were too scared to be at home alone. Calling his parents, he was able to spend the night at your place. You were cleaning his bloody nose, frowning.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered, pressing the damp cloth against his wound.

"For what? You aren't the one who gave me this." Gaara said, a bit confused.

You shook your head. "If I hadn't dragged you along to the library, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

He grabbed your wrist, the sudden movement making you gasp. He pulled you down so that you two were directly face to face. "If I hadn't came along, those two would've had their way with you. I'll take a bloody nose like this over you getting hurt any day, because I really care about you. As a matter of fact.. I care about you even more than just as a friend." He admitted.

You couldn't help but to smile. You leaned the rest of the tiny way and connected your lips.

The bell rang, signalling school to be over. He stood up quickly, gathering his things and left outside the building. He walked down the stairs outside of the school, entering the car his parents and siblings were in.

"Hello sweetie. Are you ready?" His mom smiled at him from the driver's seat.

His elder sister Temari sat in the passengers seat, Konkuro beside him. Taking a deep breath, he gave a small nod. The drive there was dead quiet, something unusual for that family. When they finally got there, the boy exited the vehicle and walked into the hospital.

He walked through the halls, heading to the room your family had told him you were staying at. Once there, his hand hovered over the doorknob before finally opening it.

The pure white room was quiet. His gaze immediately rested on the sleeping figure. He smiled, closing the door behind him. He walked to your bedside, taking a seat on the side chair. He spoke the sentence he would have to repeat each day he visits, the sentence that marks the beginning of a false new relationship. The sentence he'll have to repeat tomorrow just to meet you all over again.

"Hello, (First/Name)."