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This was done for the Livejournal community 20truths. Thanks, as always, go out to my beta, AisCrim.
Kakashi is surprised to find Gaara beautiful.
The first time they touch, Gaara’s hands are slick and gritty with blood and sand, curved and closed around his neck, sand pinning his limbs to the wall and green anguished eyes pinning his heart to Gaara’s nonexistent one.
Gaara breathes the first words they have spoken to each other,
“Beautiful one, silver and cold,” and Kakashi doesn’t fight back as Gaara’s hands close tighter and black spots dance in his vision and he is choked and smothered by the darkness.
When he wakes in the alley, he finds himself treasuring the raw abrasions where sand rubbed against skin.
It is January 12th, the first time Gaara comes to his window without explanation. He lets him in, drags out an old tea set of his mother’s, and makes green tea for the first time in twenty years. They sit on the couch together, sharing tea, and they do not speak.
The first words he says to Gaara are, ‘More tea?’ They both hear the thousand of words left unspoken, humming behind the thin veil of two syllables. Gaara nods, although whether it’s in answer to the spoken or the unspoken, he will never know.
It’s on the twentieth of these midnight visits that Gaara tells him about Yashamaru.
Kakashi answers the trust by confessing his failure with Sasuke.
Gaara, awkward and confused, takes his hand and squeezes it once.
They never speak of their vulnerabilities again.
The picture is of Pakkun, done in delicate line work with faded watercolors.
He hangs it above his bed, and thanks Gaara with a hug. Later, Gaara tells him that it is only the second time he has ever been hugged.
After the party, he walks with Gaara out into the desert, and they lie on their backs on the top of a mesa and watch the stairs pass overhead in swirling arcs. Gaara lays his head on Kakashi’s chest and allows Kakashi to stroke his hair.
Hours pass without words.
Gaara is heartbreakingly fragile and slender in the darkness, but he stumbles- haltingly, words cracking from his lips like ice in summer- over his request. Kakashi rubs at his eyes, tosses Gaara a pair of pajama pants, picks him up and plops him in his hotel bed before climbing in himself and looping an arm around Gaara’s waist.
In the morning, he wakes to an empty bed, and only then realizes just what Gaara was asking.
If he could weep, he would have at the simple, implicit trust Gaara has in him to watch over him as he slept for the first time in his life.
As it is, he reduces his nightstand to matchwood.
He finally wins when Tsunade, exasperated with ‘love-struck fools’, assigns him as diplomatic liason to Suna.
Then Gaara does something unexpected, like leaning against his legs or sharpening his kunai to a mirror-bright finish with sand, and once in a great while shyly presenting a new book on jutsu that he obtained through questionable methods, and all Kakashi can think is ‘Oh. That’s why.’
This amuses Kakashi greatly, although he knows he has to keep it secret on pain of death.
Gaara fixes that by making sure no sandstorms pass by Kakashi’s apartment. This also has the added bonus of upping real estate value considerably, so that many families with children move into the building.
Kakashi moves into Gaara’s home shortly thereafter.
A warmth presses up against his back, sand covering them both and shielding them from the world, and he falls to his knees and buries his face in Gaara’s stomach, and lets a great crackling sob heave out from inside him as he whispers every sickening detail of the mission to Gaara, beautiful Gaara, who is the only one who can understand because he has seen every kind of carnage and caused most of it.
Gaara follows him to the floor of the shower and holds him as he shivers and jerks in his arms, not stilling even when Gaara whispers those three words into his skin.
He can think of a lot.
They don’t, but only because Gaara is there.
Later, when they return to their homes around the Kazekage’s compound, and see the widespread property damage, they wish they did.
Surprisingly, with Gaara by his side, ready to take on any and all comers who even think of attacking his husband, he does.