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inkcanvasFandom: Naruto
Pairing: Gaara/Sakura
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor/Crack
Rating/Status: PG-13 / complete
Summary: Four snippets; a tiny peek into the various shades of Gaara and Sakura.
Author's Note: These are just a few short drabbly things (not inter-connected) written back in January on Tumblr for the GaaSaku month event. I'm only now realizing I actually never got around to archiving them here. Due to the delay and the fact that a couple of them are super short, I've gone ahead and lumped them together in one post.
All of these are written with prompts or specific requests in mind, but they also crept out of some kind of head canon where Sakura and Gaara are sort of already in a relationship... I think. The latter explains the somewhat lame title of this collection, unfortunately.
Applicable prompts:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
500themes, #84 - How you suffered for your sanity, #88 - Serenity Incarnate (for the 1st one and the 2nd one, respectively)
"Gaara?"
She finds him on the roof, just a mere silhouette against the desert sky this late at night. He doesn't respond, but the slight turn of his head in her direction tells Sakura her presence isn't unwelcome.
Sleep, though possible now, still doesn't come easily for Gaara. It grows fitful at times, and Sakura can only imagine the things he dreams about. He's never told her, and she's never asked. And on some nights, he comes out here, staring far into the vast desert beyond his village, with thoughts she can't reach.
Some things, Sakura knows, are from a time she isn't able to fully comprehend no matter how hard she may try. So she drapes a thick robe around his shoulders to help ward off the chill, then sits with him, lending him comfort where words can't.
"Does it ever go away?"
The question comes quietly, hollow and tired all at once.
He's looking down at his hands like they hold nightmares he doesn't recognize, and Sakura reaches for them, asking him to look at her. She thinks of the thousands of lives he's saved, the people in Suna who are devoted to him, all the warmth he's brought into her life — and she kisses the palms of his hands, softly.
Then she raises them to her cheek — the hands that she knows are much more than he sees — and she tells him, "They've saved people, too."
Gaara doesn't say anything, but his eyes soften and he leans forward to rest his head against her shoulder with a quiet exhale of breath.
.
Holidays have never meant much to Gaara. He has spent too many of such days wandering the streets alone as a child, watching families huddle close to each other, the foreign sounds of laughter spilling over one another.
"Holidays are special days we spend with our loved ones," Yashamaru tells him once.
Then the years go by, and the holidays become a time where he occasionally makes an appearance at a festival or two as Kazekage. Mostly, this is marked by Temari coming around his office in an attempt to get him to ease up, or so Kankurou tells him.
"You're supposed to rest during the holidays," Temari would say. "It's a time to relax. You know, enjoy yourself a little."
Usually, he nods and replies, "I see."
He allows his sister to pull him away sometimes, though other times, he goes back to work — because a Kazekage's job doesn't ever really end.
The truth is, for all that he has learned about such things, holidays continue to feel like a strange concept to Gaara. The idea of it remains elusive, something he's not sure he grasps fully the way others do.
But on nights when he arrives home to find Sakura asleep on his bed — when he wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in her neck — all the tension in his body drains away.
Those moments, when he breathes in her scent and she reaches up to touch his arm, he thinks — this is holiday.
.
Sakura understands the responsibilities that come with being Kazekage. She doesn't demand things from him she knows he can't give, but when she gets this manic glint in her eye and starts to nag him about resting more, Gaara listens.
Kankurou teases him, says he's whipped, but Gaara thinks that's only because Kankurou hasn't had one of Sakura's enormous homemade soldier pills.
Yes, he listens. Because otherwise she'll show up the next day with a whole basket of those things.
.
"Don't you give me that look, Gaara."
"What look?"
"Like you're raising your eyebrows at me."
"...Sakura. I don't have eyebrows."
"Exactly."
.
/end
Pairing: Gaara/Sakura
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor/Crack
Rating/Status: PG-13 / complete
Summary: Four snippets; a tiny peek into the various shades of Gaara and Sakura.
Author's Note: These are just a few short drabbly things (not inter-connected) written back in January on Tumblr for the GaaSaku month event. I'm only now realizing I actually never got around to archiving them here. Due to the delay and the fact that a couple of them are super short, I've gone ahead and lumped them together in one post.
All of these are written with prompts or specific requests in mind, but they also crept out of some kind of head canon where Sakura and Gaara are sort of already in a relationship... I think. The latter explains the somewhat lame title of this collection, unfortunately.
Applicable prompts:
500themes, #84 - How you suffered for your sanity, #88 - Serenity Incarnate (for the 1st one and the 2nd one, respectively)01. In which there is comfort
"Gaara?"
She finds him on the roof, just a mere silhouette against the desert sky this late at night. He doesn't respond, but the slight turn of his head in her direction tells Sakura her presence isn't unwelcome.
Sleep, though possible now, still doesn't come easily for Gaara. It grows fitful at times, and Sakura can only imagine the things he dreams about. He's never told her, and she's never asked. And on some nights, he comes out here, staring far into the vast desert beyond his village, with thoughts she can't reach.
Some things, Sakura knows, are from a time she isn't able to fully comprehend no matter how hard she may try. So she drapes a thick robe around his shoulders to help ward off the chill, then sits with him, lending him comfort where words can't.
"Does it ever go away?"
The question comes quietly, hollow and tired all at once.
He's looking down at his hands like they hold nightmares he doesn't recognize, and Sakura reaches for them, asking him to look at her. She thinks of the thousands of lives he's saved, the people in Suna who are devoted to him, all the warmth he's brought into her life — and she kisses the palms of his hands, softly.
Then she raises them to her cheek — the hands that she knows are much more than he sees — and she tells him, "They've saved people, too."
Gaara doesn't say anything, but his eyes soften and he leans forward to rest his head against her shoulder with a quiet exhale of breath.
.
02. In which a holiday takes shape
Holidays have never meant much to Gaara. He has spent too many of such days wandering the streets alone as a child, watching families huddle close to each other, the foreign sounds of laughter spilling over one another.
"Holidays are special days we spend with our loved ones," Yashamaru tells him once.
Then the years go by, and the holidays become a time where he occasionally makes an appearance at a festival or two as Kazekage. Mostly, this is marked by Temari coming around his office in an attempt to get him to ease up, or so Kankurou tells him.
"You're supposed to rest during the holidays," Temari would say. "It's a time to relax. You know, enjoy yourself a little."
Usually, he nods and replies, "I see."
He allows his sister to pull him away sometimes, though other times, he goes back to work — because a Kazekage's job doesn't ever really end.
The truth is, for all that he has learned about such things, holidays continue to feel like a strange concept to Gaara. The idea of it remains elusive, something he's not sure he grasps fully the way others do.
But on nights when he arrives home to find Sakura asleep on his bed — when he wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in her neck — all the tension in his body drains away.
Those moments, when he breathes in her scent and she reaches up to touch his arm, he thinks — this is holiday.
.
03. In which he's just a bit whipped
Sakura understands the responsibilities that come with being Kazekage. She doesn't demand things from him she knows he can't give, but when she gets this manic glint in her eye and starts to nag him about resting more, Gaara listens.
Kankurou teases him, says he's whipped, but Gaara thinks that's only because Kankurou hasn't had one of Sakura's enormous homemade soldier pills.
Yes, he listens. Because otherwise she'll show up the next day with a whole basket of those things.
.
04. In which it descends into utter crack
"Don't you give me that look, Gaara."
"What look?"
"Like you're raising your eyebrows at me."
"...Sakura. I don't have eyebrows."
"Exactly."
.
/end
