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Fic. Gaara can't come to terms with his feelings. No title cause I'm bad at those. Rating: G

Gaara clutches his head, and falls to his knees. What was this? Why did this bother him? Why was Naruto just STANDING there, looking at him with that PITIFUL. HORRIBLE. SAD. FACE?!

"STOP IT!" Gaara screams at the unmoving blonde. "STOP THIS OR I'LL KILL YOU!" The sand is moving back and forth, toward Naruto, away from Naruto, forming and collapsing in on itself. It seemed...almost undecisive...

Naruto has his hand out...as if he is protecting something. Gaara cannot see it. He cannot even remember what he is doing here, in this strange forest, in this strange land that was NOT Suna. All he knows is that he is in the most excruciating pain he's ever felt, and that it somehow has to do with Naruto.

Naruto turns to the side and whispers something, and there is an argument. Naruto's voice. Girl's voice.

Yes. The girl. Kill. KILL.

The sand lashes out, and snatches Sakura up, squeezing the life out of her...but no! She was gone! Why?! Why couldn't he KILL her?! WHY COULDN'T HE FEEL THE AMAZING PEACE OF ANOTHER'S DEATH?!

And Naruto. Just staring at him with sullen eyes. Those eyes...Gaara lets out another scream. Those blue eyes were burning! Burning him alive! His skin was sizzling, melting...PAIN. PAIN. What sort of horrible ninja technique was this?! What sort of torture device was this? Why did the sand only halt, and not even move to protect him?!

"MAKE IT STOP! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR!" Gaara cries, the sand preventing his own fingernails from penetrating the skin of his temples. Breath...couldn't hardly breath. Tears. Was there nothing that could make this pain end?

"Gaara," Naruto pleads. "Please stop. We can talk about it, calmly, later, just please don't..." Naruto's voice...Naruto's tears. Why was HE sad? Gaara was the one being tortured. This had to end. He had to destroy Naruto before the blond could destroy him.

"Kill him," he begins to mutter continuously to the sand, each time getting more and more frantic.

The sand doesn't move.

Gaara stares straight ahead, his arms moving around to hug his own shaking form. "Why...why can't I kill you?" he whispers, gasping scant breaths of air in, the pain overtaking him to a dangerous point.

Warmth. Arms. Surrounding him. Holding him. Wetness. Sobbing. Gaara takes it all in, and clutches the bright colored jacket before him, and tries to ease his agony with the tears.

He remembers why. Kissing, Temari had called it.