Hot Shot's girl: Hee hee, I know I'm crazy 'cause I already got another GaaMatsu story, but this just popped up in my head when I was listening to a song by Tutu called 'Show me love'. As you can see it inspired the story and so now here it is. Hope you like it, I'm still thinking about it so if I don't update in a while it's because I'm still thinking about what to write . . . that or my mom's hogging the computer or it's just dead :) Well anyways enjoy.

Gaara was so young and . . . so alone. He was born to a greedy father who was his village's Kazekage and a mother full of hatred who had died during his birth. His older siblings were young at the time and so did only as their father said. He didn't want them near him as much for he was nothing more than an experiment.

He held the one-tailed demon shukaku. No one wanted to be near that. One reason being is that of his sand jutsu that came with the demon. Being so young meant less control.

He never really knew how to use it, but when he did . . . he never meant it. He never understood why everyone was so afraid of him. He tried asking his father, but he never spoke to him. The only one who would actually speak with him was his uncle Yashamaru, but even he seemed a little distant from Gaara.

He wondered how his whole village could treat such a little child like this. He wondered why everyone seemed to dispise him like his father. He wondered why everyone ran from him just at his sight . . . even those his age hated him.

All he wanted in the world was a friend, but never had one. His siblings weren't aloud near him and feared him to some extent. His father gave him the look that he didn't even want him as his child. His uncle seemed to be hiding some kind of dark secret that just distanced himself from him and the children his age always ran from him because of what their parents said about him . . . whatever that was.

Sure he got whatever he wanted, but the one thing he asked for most and never got . . . was a friend. He would often look up at the stars and pray for one to fall out of the heavens, but none ever did. He never imagined home could feel so much not like one.

If he could ever get a chance at friendship he promised to never throw it away. He swore with all his little beating heart he'd cherish them forever and ever, even if it was just one . . . if it was just one he'd be satisfied. His prayers seemed unanswered until he saw a chance.

A stray ball had rolled towards him. A ball that a few kids were playing with. He picked it up knowing they'd have to come his way to get it. He put on the biggest smile as they came looking for it, but horror was only worn on their faces once they saw him.

"Run!" they screamed as they turned and ran for it.

"No please, come back," he pleaded as he stretched out his arm and his sand jutsu was activated.

He grabbed hold of a few little legs and little did he know he was hurting them. Soon Yashamaru intervened and saved them from the demon. He had accidentally hurt him because of it and for that he was sorry. Later Yashamaru spoke to him about love and caring for precious people.

Just thinking about a precious person make Gaara smile. Soon he hoped he'd have one. He prayed with all his heart he or she would come soon.

But as the days turned into weeks things seemed hopeless and he was feeling yet alone. It seemed the only thing that welcomed him was the night for it concealed him from all eyes and no one could tell he was the monster.

Why has the night become my friend like this? He asked himself as he sat there in silence just swaying back and forth on the swing. Why am I such a monster?

Gaara was so much in his thoughts he hadn't noticed the sound of little feet closing in on him and a pair of big onyx eyes starring at him for a second. What woke him out of his thoughts was the sound of the poles creaking slightly because someone had sat on a second swing. He turned to his right and saw a small brunette girl sitting on the swing just a couple feet from him . . . not child had EVER been this close to him before . . . at least without shaking.

The girl just sat there though with a smile on her face and sparkling onyx eyes. She seemed to be so unafraid of him. Perhaps she just didn't know who he was.

"Hi," she said in a cheerful mood.

Gaara played this out in his head all the time. He always imagined this day, the day when someone--somewhere showed kindness to him and greeted him with cheerfulness. He always played it out and always knew what he was going to say, but couldn't find the words at the moment. It was just this was so unexpected that he just froze in surprise.

"Is this swing taken?" she asked with a smile.

Gaara still just sat there with his eyes wide as saucers and mouth partially open. The little girl didn't seem to mind though. She just smiled and turned to swing as she said--

"I take that as a 'no'."

And so she kicked her legs back and forth making her swing higher and higher. She was just filled with such an energetic field that it amazed Gaara. He just watched her as she soared higher and higher then . . . she did something he thought was mad. She jumped.

She had the biggest smile on her face as her body was soaked in the beams of the moon shinning down on the playground. It seemed to go back so slow for Gaara as he watched her giggle her way down. She landed on her feet and with a roll she was up to do it again. She giggle and ran back to the swing to reach a new height in her jump.

Gaara soon snapped out of it and decided to swing with her. He gave off a smile that rivaled his others and kicked his short legs as fast as he could so he could swing as high as she and perhaps at the same beat as well so he could see her more and enjoy her presence even greater.

Gaara swung higher than he had ever gone. One reason being that he never really had anyone to rival at swinging before. His chest was heaving with excitement as he looked at the girl next to him . . . she was even with him and they were swinging on the same beat.

He smiled to her as she giggled at him. Before he knew it though she jumped and for a slipt second he feared she'd run off so he had to jump to stop her.

"W-wait," he said deciding to jump at the wrong moment.

Gaara fell right on his face, but thanks to shukaku the landing was soft. The girl had thought it was harder than it looked so she gasped and ran to him.

"Are you okay?! Are you hurt?" she asked worrying he was hurt.

"Actually . . . no," he said realizing it didn't hurt one bit.

"You jumped too soon," the girl smiled.

"I guess I did," said Gaara glancing at her then down and then back at her again.

"I'm Matsuri," the little girl smiled as she shook his hand quickly.

"I'm Gaara," he said with regret knowing once he said his name she'd bolt off and run for it.

"Nice to meet you Gaara-kun," she said with a smile.

"Huh?" said Gaara surprised she didn't know him as well as he thought.

"Why the long face?" she asked.

"You mean . . . you don't know me?" he asked.

"No, should I?" she asked with innocence as she cocked her head to the side.

"You're not afraid of me?" he asked just to be sure.

"Should I be?" she asked with a bright blink.

Gaara didn't say another word, he didn't need to. He just smiled so big and almost cried because someone had decided to befriend him.

"Are you alright?" she asked seeing the tears. "Are you sure you didn't hurt yourself?"

"Yes," he said with a smile as he wiped the tears from his eyes with his arm. "Why are you out here so late?"

She just shrugged and leaned on the swing set as she cast her eyes down and said--

"My parents are gone."

"Did they die?" asked Gaara.

"No," she said with a quick shake of the head. "They're off fighting. They always are. I usually stay home in the day 'cause I got nothin' to do. When it turns night though I like to come here and play."

"Do you ever get lonely?" asked Gaara twiddling his fingers slightly.

"Yeah sure," she said with a shrug. "But I'm not anymore. You wanna know why?"

"Why?" asked Gaara with a smile.

"Because I'm with you know Gaara-kun," she said with the sweetest smile a girl could make.

Gaara slightly blushed at that and closed his eyes. He was so happy. He was glad that his prayers did come true. His friend did fall from the night sky and now he hoped she'd stay with him.

"Do . . . so you have anywhere to go Matsuri?" he asked shuffling his feet.

"Since we're friends now, call me Matsuri-chan," she said with a smile.

Gaara's heart lifted so high that he felt a little light headed. He inhaled and stood on his tiptoes as he clasp his hands together. She was everything he's dreamed and prayed for. A friend of all friends.

Please Kami let her stay, he prayed in his heart.

"M-matsuri-Chan," he stuttered in excitement. "Will you stay and play with me."

"Sure," she said with a smile.

Gaara nodded his head and quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the merry-go-round. He made sure he was extra careful with her for he didn't want to accidentally hurt her like the others less she run from him too. There they played all night until the sun began to come up.

Gaara was surprised by how energetic she was through the night and even when the sun came up. Usually the children need plenty of sleep, but once the sun's beams began to hit the village she smiled and quickly turned to Gaara saying--

"Gaara-kun, come this way!"

This time she grabbed him and dragged him to a place far from other people. There she ran up a hill with him that shown the perfect view of the morning sun. Gaara just looked at Matsuri so filled with life. He could tell she was a bit older than him seeing how she knew about things most other children didn't . . . one was this perfect spot to witness a new day.

"Look!" she pointed at the rising sun and the rose pink skies. "Isn't it pretty?"

"Wow," gasped Gaara in awe with a smile seeing the new day take shape in a whole knew way than he had ever imagined or dreamt of.

"It's almost like someone is using a jutsu huh?" said Matsuri turning to Gaara. "To bring up the sun to make us smile."

"Yeah," said Gaara with a shake of the head and a awe smile.

Matsuri sat down and so did Gaara. Together they watched the sun come up until the pink in the sky had disappeared and the the sun no longer touched the horizon.

"Do you always do this Matsuri-chan?" asked Gaara.

"Mhm," she said with a shake of the head. "Would you like to do it all the time?"

"If you're always there," said Gaara with a slight blush.

"Sure," said Matsuri with a grin. "My parents are always out so we can do that. Now I won't be so lonely . . . and either will you."

Gaara's heart skipped a beat as she said that. It was like she knew what he had been going through. Like she had been watching him for a while, but the thing was is that one look just told her.

"Neither will I?" asked Gaara.

"Nope, no more," said Matsuri with a smile. "As long as you promise to be my friend foreva. Will you?"

"Yes," whispered Gaara not hesitating one bit. "YES!"

"Okay then," she said with a smile as she held out her hand. "Friend . . . Gaara-kun."

Gaara gently took hold of her hand with a warm smile that almost made him cry. He had never been so happy in his life. How could he ask fore more?

Everything felt so right, so perfect. It was like the stars were all aligned and the world was at peace . . . well . . . at least Gaara's world was. Even if it was only for a moment he was happy. At least it was a feeling he now understood.

After the sun was up high Matsuri turned to Gaara and smiled. It was then he saw the weariness in her eyes. She needed her sleep and she needed to go home. Gaara wished that wasn't so, but it is what had to come to pass.

He was afraid she'd go home and never come back, but somehow he knew that wasn't true.

"Well goodbye Gaara-kun," she said as she let go of his hand and turned to go home. "I'll see you tonight right?"

"Will you?" asked Gaara in happiness.

"Uh-huh," she said with a smile. "With or without you I'll be there."

"But I'll be there, I promise," he said clasping his hands together.

"Pinky-swear?" she asked holding up her tiny pinky.

Gaara just looked at it confused. He had never seen something like this before. Matsuri saw his confusion and so said--

"You wrap your pinky around mine and it makes a promise."

"Oh, okay," he said with a smile as he did what she said.

"There," said Matsuri with a smile as she let go and turned.

"W-wait!" he called to her as she walked down the hill. "Please don't leave me!"

"What are you talking about?" she asked turning to him who had now run to her.

"Please don't leave me like everyone else has," he said almost shaking in fear.

Matsuri saw he was afraid. She saw he was afraid of losing her and knew she must be the only friend he's got in the world. She let out a sigh and shook her head.

"What kind of a friend would I be if I leave you?" she asked with a smile.

"But you are . . . I just know it! You'll leave and never come back . . . like everyone else," he said.

"Gaara-kun . . . you think I'm like . . . everyone else?" she asked casting her eyes down.

"Uh . . . I . . ." said Gaara casting his eyes down realizing that he may have hurt her feelings with his words. "No . . . no I don't."

"Then I'll be there," she said with a reassuring smile. "I'll be back I pinky-sweared remember?"

"Right," said Gaara with a smile.

And so he watched Matsuri leave. He ran off back home and waited anxiously for night to come. Once it was at least the bit of night he ran off to the playground where the kids had just finished and gone home for the night. He saw she wasn't there and he felt betrayed, but soon realized it was too early so he waited.

He sat on the swing seat and just stayed there. An hour had passed and he felt more and more horrible. Why had she not come yet? She swore she would right? Was she different than everyone else or was she . . . just like everyone else?

He was soon snapped out of his thoughts as he hurt the cringe of the swing set. He turned and saw that same smiling brunette with gleaming onyx eyes. He starred at her in almost shock until she asked--

"Is this swing taken?"

Gaara then smiled wide and was content. He smiled at her so big that it made her try and rival his smile. She wasn't like everyone else . . . she wasn't.

Thank-you, his heart sang out to the heavens because of her. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you.