Cold Eyes || Gaara x Reader

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Edited: 09/12/23
Reuploaded: 11/12/23

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The day before Naruto Shippuden begins_

Gaara's PoV

'I'd like you to trust me before I take a kid on to teach,' Those words had been on repeat in my mind since I'd heard them. I don't understand why. Is it because she read me so easily? When was the last time anyone had done that? Has anyone done that before? Naruto maybe but anyone else? No... I don't think so.

Who are you, f/n l/n? Where do you come from and just what happened to you?

"Why is this annoying me so much?" I growled, ruffling my hair in a moment of stress as Kankuro walked in.

"What's got you so frustrated?" he asked moving towards me.

"Y/n," I blurted out before being able to catch my tongue.

"Oh really?" he teased before looking around, "speaking of, where is she?"

"She could be anywhere. She's spent these past four days running around and doing random tasks and jobs that even the gennin would refuse to do. It's strange, although, I'm glad she's off doing something alone," I said, dropping my head on my desk, the sand cushioned me as my brother just laughed, "what're you laughing at?"

"You could've just kicked her out if you didn't want her around. You are the Kazekage, remember? It's literally in the jobs list of things you can do. You put yourself in this mess, after all, isn't she only around because you're keeping her here?" he replied, looking out the window and raising his brow. What's he looking at? I moved over to him and looked out the window towards where he was looking to see y/n on a roof moving in elegant steps and moves like she was born as an angel, kicked out of the clouds.

For someone who doesn't remember anything... she's rather good at everything she does. Though, those moves can be chalked up to muscle memory. But everything else? Sometimes it feels like she knows more than even me. It's annoying.

"She's always on my mind. I can't do anything at all. It's so annoying," I grumbled.

"What's got her so engraved into you?" he asked.

"Those words 'I'd like you to trust me before I take a kid on to teach.' She read me like an open book," I told him, "it was unnerving."

He just hummed as we kept watching her.

"She'll prove to you that she's trustworthy. Don't you worry," he finally spoke.

"Where did that bout of wisdom come from?" I asked as I returned to my desk.

"What are you talking about? I'm always wise," he glared slightly before suddenly dropping a stack of paperwork on my desk, "In the meantime. Here's the rest of the paperwork."

"Why does this look like a month's worth?" I asked with an annoyed look. He just chuckled before rushing off, not even considering giving me an answer. I sighed and started going through the work. I want to talk to Naruto. Maybe he knows what to do. Doubt it. He has the nickname of the hidden leaf's number one knuckle head for a reason. But sometimes he does say something that can be useful...

"Lord Kazekage!" a small voice yelled as the door came flying open and a boy barged in.

"Hello," I greeted him, he stopped and looked at me with an angry expression.

"All of my friends have teachers! When am I getting mine?" he yelled quickly, I could almost see the puffs of steam escaping his ears and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry. I have someone on hand for you. I'm just waiting for her to show me that she's ready. Just wait a little longer, Arima," I told him, standing up and walking around to him.

"But-" he started but I stopped him by placing my hand on his head and ruffling his hair.

"No 'but's. Keep practicing your kunai and shuriken throws as the academy teachers have told you. Maybe you can become even better than your big brother," I tell him, trying to change his point of view over this unfortunate situation before turning and returning to my seat. I watched as he walked over to the window.

"I could've sworn that there was a girl up there. I wonder where she went," he muttered before excusing himself and apologising before leaving the room.

"She's gone?" I asked, looking out the window curiously to see y/n was no longer dancing on the rooftop of the bakers house.

She's such a strange girl. I wonder where she's run off to.

"I don't want to do this work right now," I grumbled as someone walked in.

"Well, I guess I'm saving you," y/n appeared in my line of vision.

"Y/n?" I asked.

"That's my name!" she grinned before falling serious, "anyway, I'm here because there's some sort of meeting? The head guard or whatever he is asked me to come get you."

"A meeting?" I asked, she nodded before exhaling and turning around.

"I don't know what it is. Well, anyway, I've delivered the message so I'm going to go and do nothing again now. Later, Gaara!" she waved. No. Stay.

The sand rose up and grabbed her wrist.

"Gaara?" she asked, confused.

I didn't mean to do that. Fuck what do I do now?

Alright. Here it goes, I guess.

"Come to the meeting with me," I suggested quickly, standing up and walking around to where she is stood with one brow raised suspiciously towards me.

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Your PoV

Uh?

A council meeting? Me?

That's... a new one? Also feels slightly wrong? More than slightly. It is wrong. You wouldn't see the prime minister of Japan inviting some random person off the street into a meeting. Is he crazy or does he not think I can behave if he or Kankuro aren't watching me?

"I'm almost certain I'm not allowed to go. Especially if the Kazekage doesn't trust me yet," I told him with a quick wink, shaking the sand off my wrist and walking out, "Don't get into any trouble!!"

"I think that's my line," he replied with a slightly surprised expression. That was the last thing I saw of him for the day. I spent the rest of the day wandering around the village. It's taken me four days to figure out just where exactly in the Naruto story I am. And based on the information plus the bird I saw the first day I was here... Tomorrow's the evening that Deidara and Sasori will come and take Gaara away.

Should I help him tomorrow? If I'm capable of being of any help that is... Why do I feel like not helping him will hurt more than helping him and watching Deidara drag him away, sand crumbling from his armour? Not to mention the obvious issue of the butterfly effect. What if what happens because I decide to help him ends up worse than him losing his tailed beast and dying but not really because of Lady Chiyo?

I don't... want to watch Gaara get taken away like I did when I watched the show a while back. The beginning to shippuden was a sad one. I wanted to burn my laptop.

I already know how it's all going to unfold. Team Kakashi and Team Guy will be too late to save Gaara and the Akatsuki will get the beast within him, and he will die. The old lady will give up the rest of her life to save him because Naruto will get all angry and emotional and the whole villages fighting force will be there to see their dead Kazekage. You know, the usual sentimental scene. But then Gaara will be reanimated, and the old lady will be dead in his place.

I need to think about this carefully. Even the smallest decision I make could alter the course of the future dramatically. But one thing is for certain, Gaara. Tomorrow night. I will be there. I will do something, even if it's as simple as being the first person to start tracking you, even before Kankuro... or if it's to be there to watch you take your final breath. I will be there.

So you're not alone.