A/N: ceryna was bored. So ceryna asked people for challenges,
and people gave them to her. And when she wrote the Gaara/Lee
one I asked for I nearly died of joy and got all inspired. So
that is why THIS Gaara/Lee one exists. ^__^
Set before Lee meets Tsunade and after Naruto fights Gaara:
spoilers for the chuunin exam and up. Kind of a sketchy piece
and not much more than a drabble, but I'm rather pleased with
"Sand In Your Mouth"
Lee can smell blood. It's not unexpected. Some of it is his.
But only some.
Gaara is on the end of his bed.
"Hi," he says, because what else do you say to the person who
has stolen your future?
"You cut me once . . ." Gaara observes vaguely, putting a hand
to the remembered spot. "It hurt."
"Sorry," Lee answers automatically.
Gaara stares at him. ". . . what?" he asks in an odd voice.
"You're sorry . . . for hurting me in a fight?"
"Um, yes?" Lee hazards, mentally promising himself a thousand
laps around Hell as punishment should he get himself killed like
Gaara keeps staring.
" . . . how did you get in here?" Lee asks finally. The other
Somehow, Lee feels like he should be more scared. More worried.
More SOMEthing besides curious, anyway.
Gaara leans forward a bit. A little sand swirls around his
wrists. "Don't move," he says. "Or I won't be responsible for
what it does."
"Wait-!" Lee tries to say, but Gaara is already practically on
top of him, peering critically at his face and hands and
everything he can see. Lee freezes- he knows very well that
Gaara's sand is an automatic defense, and he does not want to
provoke it again when he knows the damage that it can do. He
still remembers the Desert Coffin with disturbing nightmare
He has absolutely never been anywhere near this close to the
Lee doesn't exactly hold a grudge against Gaara- it was just a
fight. Nothing personal. They both knocked each other around.
Of course, that doesn't mean that he exactly likes him either.
And having a person who's tried to kill you hovering over you
curiously and inspecting you from head to toe is not the most
pleasant experience in the world.
"That Naruto . . ." Gaara begins slowly, eyes following the path
of a vein in Lee's neck. "That Naruto, he . . ." Lee suddenly
gets a familiar tingling in the back of his mind.
Something is different, he realizes belatedly. Something in
Gaara's eyes is a little less angry, a little less empty.
Lee remembers the way that Neji has looked since the third test,
Naruto keeps changing things on people. As soon as they're
resigned to whatever life they're in, the guy shows up and
starts spouting nonsense and making stupid promises that he
can't fulfill- and then the "nonsense" starts making perfect
sense and the promises get fulfilled and everything gets turned
on its ass for the millionth time since meeting the idiot.
Lee's starting to think that there might be something to that
whole "Hokage" thing after all.
"That Naruto beat you, right?" Lee says. "He beat you, and he
said something, and now you can't stop thinking about it . . ."
"He does this often, then?" Gaara looks a little irritated.
"Only all the time," Lee sighs. "He hates it when people don't
have the proper respect for certain things- like other people or
life or their duties as shinobi." He smiles a little. "And
he's not one to believe in fate or lie down and take what the
world throws at him."
"I noticed," Gaara says ruefully. Then he puts his hand on
Lee's shoulder and Lee hisses in pain, barely resisting the urge
to lash out in defense. Gaara doesn't pull back. "It hurts
"Hurts everywhere," Lee mutters.
"Except your mouth, apparently," Gaara replies dryly.
"Yeah, except that." Lee grins a bit. The grin dies, though,
as Gaara lifts his hand to run his thumb over the lips it is on.
"I don't touch people much," Gaara remarks after a moment, still
gently tracing Lee's lips. "You a few times, and Yashamaru and
my siblings once or twice, and that Naruto hit me . . . but
that's really about it. Usually I just use the sand. Usually
it's also in a fight," he adds another moment later.
"Oh," Lee says in a quiet voice. Gaara's fingers are a bit
grainy where they touch him. He already knows that the sheets
are going to be full of sand when the other leaves.
"I think you're still the only one who's ever really made me
bleed," Gaara murmurs.
Lee is trying not to breathe. Gaara's fingers aren't stopping.
It's kind of like a kiss, only not really at all. Lee licks his
lips nervously and accidentally catches Gaara's thumb. Sand in
his mouth, gritty and unpleasantly rough.
Gaara's strange eyes never leave his face.
* fin *
. : i only bleed for you : .