Cold Eyes || Gaara x Reader

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Edited: 28/05/24
Reuploaded: 30/05/24

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Before we start, I know Gaara doesn't actually marry in the future but... I've just made up a random human named Rin. Don't worry too much about it, she will literally never be seen.

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Temari had taken me back to her house.

Back to my old room.

Back to my violin.

I stared at it from my bed, it was sat on the desk. Untouched. Dusty.

"Ayato would be disappointed," I muttered as I remembered the man who invited me to play violin with him after surprising him on the street.

I stood up and walked out onto the balcony.

Temari failed to mention that Gaara still lived here with his two siblings and that I'd be seeing him frequently, unless I figured out a way to avoid him.

Sorry, Lady Chiyo and the woman who spoke to me in my darkness... I just can't look into those eyes.

Not yet.

I sighed and leaned forward to see Jiro's daughter, Snow, running around with two other genin and a jounin. She found her confidence, I'm glad.

Turning around, I noticed the sand on the balcony had shifted. He was here. I didn't even notice. Have I really lost all sense of what's happening around me?

I shivered at the thought.

I want Gaara back. The Gaara I know. Is it that hard to ask for?

After throwing myself on the bed, I groaned and just lied face first in a starfish position. I wasn't even close to the pillows. Thinking about Gaara I remembered something.

"What if he and Rin have... while I was gone and... at least he'd be happy, right?" I muttered into the sheets before rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling, "I'm bored."

Sitting up, I look around the room, my eyes kept falling upon the f/c violin in the open case. It was like I was being taunted by music. Just... Brilliant. I'm going mad, a sound can't taunt me.

Sighing, I stand and approach the violin, running my fingers over the smooth surface before picking it up.

I stopped playing violin years ago after my Mother died. We used to play together, she would either play the piano or play her violin while I played mine and we'd play classical duets for hours until she got too tired to continue. When she died, I remember sitting in my room, glaring at my violin for days before closing it and throwing it in the attic. It was a memory that I didn't like much after her death.

When I met Ayato on the street, I surprised myself when I accepted his offer to play the violin. I surprised myself even more when I remembered how to play it. Just like when I was little...

I positioned the violin on the shoulder rest and then held it up, raised my bow frowned for a moment as I held the bow, hovering it over the strings as I tried to just... remember anything. Strangely enough, nothing was coming to me, but after a while of just staring forward, one piece finally came to mine, and I started to slowly play it.

It was my Mother's favourite song.

Apparently this song was the song she used to play to put me to sleep when I was a baby or when I was a toddler, and I was being bratty. It's also the first song I learned because I wanted to be just like my Mother—who at that time looked like a goddess to me.

It's been a while since I've thought about my Mother so much.

Gaara's PoV

I was sat on the roof of mine and my siblings home when a person stepped out onto the balcony of the room I wasn't allowed in. It was y/n. She didn't notice when I moved down behind her but out of not wanting to startle her, I moved back to the roof.

I can only see her from afar. She seemed scared of me last time we met, best not to scare her again.

Who is she to me? I feel like every time I see her, I'm questioning something about her or myself. I feel like I've been doing this for a very long time.

Y/n returned in her room. It was silent for a while and then music started to escape from the open doors and windows.

Something clicked.

Was that y/n playing?

I feel like I've heard this sound before.

I let out a hum as I looked away before sighing and getting up, following my older siblings out of my room and up the stairs to the roof. The door opened a little and our ears were hit with the sound of music.

All of us peeked through the crack of the door to see y/n with a strange instrument in her hand, swaying a little bit as she played, the light breeze ruffling through her h/c hair in small motions.

"She looks... angelic? Is that the word I'm looking for?" Temari asked as we watched on, "kind of otherworldly?"

"I think it is," I accidentally blurted out. Curse my filter. They both looked at me with a brow raised and a 'hmm?' hummed in my direction.

The music stopped on a long echoing note and y/n just let out a satisfied hum before putting the instrument away again.

As I watched her move under the light of the setting sun, my heart raced, and my mind seemed to fall blank.

I couldn't help but to put my hand over my heart as I felt confusion swirl in me.

What is this feeling?

I remember her.

... Kind of...

... More than earlier.

What did I do? Did I forget her on purpose?

I remember that evening my heart was pounding so hard I was terrified someone would hear it.

It's happening now.

Feelings are returning along with memories.

Who is y/n to me? Would she forgive me?

For forgetting her so coldly?