Author: GlazingSilverWing PM
He had physical injuries that needed to be sewn, and one that needed to be sewn emotionally. But no one was ever willing to do such a thing. Now this one girl will have a chance to do that. Gaahina. Will soon be put on hiatus.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Gaara & Hinata H. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 17,397 - Reviews: 85 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 33 - Updated: 06-30-07 - Published: 04-23-07 - id: 3505564
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A/N: Damn….I don't know where I get my inspiration these days….it seems to be from DevianART or when I'm watching Naruto…or when I'm drawing…I'm so weird, it's freaking me out. THIS FANFIC IS IN THE TIME-SKIP, AFTER THE DEMON WAS TAKEN OUT OF THE KAZKEAGE, SABAKU NO GAARA. SO THE ROOKIE NINE, AND THE KAZEKAGE, ARE 15-16, CAN'T REMEMBER.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Naruto.
Summary: He had physical injuries that needed to be sewn, and one that needed to be sewn emotionally. But no one was every willing to do that. Now this one girl will have a chance to do that. Gaahina
"One never says what can never be done. Only a task they think is impossible to complete is a true challenge. But a challenge that is always hard, even when you tell yourself you can do it, is to sew someone's heart back together. The thing is fragile and takes much time. But in the end, its always worth the labor."
Sewn: Chapter One
"Alright…For know, Gaara-sama is in no such state to run a whole nation, so please, Temari-chan or Kankuro-san, you have to run the Kazekage office for sometime until he is feeling better. I'll have to call someone from Kohona to come and check on him. She has been under my supervision, so you can trust her. Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi will be staying here until he is properly healed."
Gaara lay on a white bed, looking blankly into the ceiling. He hated hospitals. They were always so white and clean, leaving a perfume of those cleaning smells that was unpleasant to him. He had only come here willing because Tsunade, the Hokage, who had come to check if he was doing okay without his demon, insisted that he should. He had a choice, but he listened to the Hokage, since she was one of the most skilled medics, and went to Suna's hospital.
Just outside his room, he could here the Godaime's voice and hear his sister's, and although Kankuro was there too, he didn't seem to speak. Their voices were muffled and Temari seemed to be concerned. Of course she would. After Gaara had changed, he had gotten to know his siblings and his siblings got to know him. Although Kankuro didn't worry as much as Temari, since he knew that his little brother could take care of himself, but sometimes he had to give advice and talk to him. Temari though, thought differently.
"I will pick the person. The person will take good care of the Kazekage. I trust her, and she is quite the loyal gal. I assure you that she will treat your brother very dearly and with kindness, she will be gentle while changing his bandages and will be stitching his injuries that require such a thing. I myself am not so good at stitching as she is. She will arrive three days from now," the Hokage's voice echoed from outside the room.
Since his return from the dead and from the Akatsuki cave, and since he had gotten to the hospital, they had found three bruises, slashes on his back, a wound blazed across his shoulder, one slash on his waist/stomach and some wounds that were deep and needed to be sewn and stitched. It seems that Deidara had a nice time torturing his body when he was dead and when they extracted the demon, Shukaku, out of him.
Even now, his face was half covered in bandages and around his pale neck.
Footsteps echoed outside of his room, indicating that his siblings and the Hokage were walking away. When their footsteps vanished, he let out a sigh and turned to his side, his back to the door.
He stared blankly at the empty room in which he was locked in. He let out a clam sigh and slipped his hand under the pillow, which his head lay down upon and placed the other hand by his head. He closed his eyes, fearing but knowing he should not feel afraid now. But then again, first times can always be the worst time.