gaara: when i look at him i feel like im home and its so odd and unfamiliar to long for something ive never had. ive never felt wanted in our house. ive never felt a sense of belonging. a feeling of compassion and want. but when i see naruto i feel it. i yearn to hold on to that emotion. i want nothing more than to just be near him. not even to touch him but to just look at him and feel deja vu for a time that has never existed for me.
kankuro: o..k…ay…… so is that a yes for inviting naruto to our family vacation?
gaara: yes please.
sasuke: if u n ur bae dnt fight a bit is the love real?
gaara: [dm’ing him] Yes! Stop that!
Naruto may not care about the Sand Village itself, but Gaara is a Jinchuuriki like him. He understands how Gaara feels more than anyone else in your village. No matter where they’re raised, Jinchuuriki are all treated the same. That’s why Naruto feels he has to save him. It doesn’t matter if he’s from the Sand Village or Konoha. To Naruto, Gaara is a friend who has felt the same pain as him.
If you are familiar with Naruto, particular with the pairing wars, you will be familiar with the scene where the main character’s mother, Kushina, advises her son to “find someone like me” when he looks for his future partner. Both the NaruHina and the NaruSaku camps have their reasons for why Kushina’s advice fits with their chosen heroine. But today, I would like to submit a third option. A candidate who, like Kushina:
was a red-haired, somewhat awkward shinobi
who was ostrischized by their village for something out of their control
and aspired to become a kage for the purpose of being accepted by their peers
A jinchuuriki
who was kidnapped by an enemy group
and saved by the first person who ever accepted them, a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who became a legendary hokage
I think the evidence is clear. Kushina was a NaruGaa shipper 😀
“I want our alliance to continue
well into the future,” Gaara tries.
Temari stares at him for a long
moment, entirely expressionless beyond the arch of one eyebrow.
Not a good option, then. Gaara takes
a breath, trying to remember the list he prepared. “I am…interested in becoming
a part of your family in a way that is—”
Temari closes her eyes like she’s
in pain. “Do you want to be his brother?”
It’s probably a little pathetic,
but Gaara would happily take brother over nothing. He opens his mouth to say as
much, catches sight of Temari’s warning expression, and closes it again. “…No?”
he offers.
Without opening her eyes, Temari
waves him on.
“I want to steal back every kiss
you gave that Uchiha bastard—”
Facedown on the table, Kankuro makes
a sound of despair. “Are you actively trying
to get punched?” he wants to know.
All right. Best to just…avoid
the subject of Sasuke entirely. Gaara casts around for something, anything else that might work, and opens
his mouth.
“The thought of losing you in
any fashion scares me, Naruto,” he says, and isn’t sure where the words come
from but knows that he means them with every inch of his soul. “I would…do
anything to prevent that. And as part of that I would like to marry you.”
From behind him, there’s a cry,
and Gaara instantly whips around, heart suddenly pounding in his throat, to find
Naruto in the doorway, eyes wide and wondering.
“Gaara?” he whispers.
It’s far, far too late to take
it back, and Gaara doesn’t even want to. he steels himself, squares his
shoulders, and looks Naruto in the eye.
“I want to be your husband,” he
says, blunt and simple and everything he’s been trying to make himself say for weeks now. “I would—I very much hope
that you want the same thing.”
Half a heartbeat later, his arms
are full of laughing blond, sunlight given form, warm and bright and beautiful.
Naruto is cheering, and somewhere in there is a loud, happy yes, but Gaara is too busy kissing him
to hear any more than that.
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