Le fiction
I forgot to post this here. It's a ficlet, part of the 30_kisses challenge I took. It's for the first theme, which is 'look over here'. Uhm, I need to sleep.

Title: Beh? I actually forgot it

Status: 1 ch. ficlet

Series: Naruto

Pairing: Gaara x Sakura

Warnings: Gaara's creepy, as usual. And this was picked apart ten ways from Sunday, so I'm eventually going to revise it, but for now, it stays this way. Dasright.




He was twelve, and she was twelve, and that’s where their similarities ended.

He only came up to her brow line, and Sakura hated short men as much as Gaara hated tall women. Never mind that he would grow to be lanky and strong and they both knew it.

She was silly and sentimental and smiled, when all he could do was sneer and cut people with his words. He might hate her for that. She might hate him for that, too.

And his eyes were scary, and hers were dreamy and in the end she loved Sasuke really, and he loved nothing at all, so basically they would’ve pissed each other off.

Even so, Gaara had never seen the shade of pink her hair was, and her lips were sugar-shiny glossed the same color, and it was so fucking cutesy perfect he could’ve kissed that mouth and made it bleed.

And as for her, she was guilty of a gaze that lingered on his iris, a more vibrant shade than hers, and she wished she could own that intensity, make it part of her. She was thinking even though those eyes were scary, she wouldn’t mind seeing them closer and closer still, rich bottle green before her eyelashes swooped down.

When he antagonized Sasuke she bristled and he noticed, glaring full force at her trite display of protection and loyalty.

They would’ve pissed each other off, definitely.

But still, they couldn’t help looking.