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(What is inside Naruko's mind whilst she is ranting at Chiyo)

+Naruko+

Honestly, gaara was something special to me. He understood my pain, and knew what it was like to be shunned, to be hurt, by those from your own village, by those who are meant to be your allies.

I had always felt some kind of connection with him.

When i heard he had been captured, possibly killed, my mind had broken and i struggled not to scream.

I just.. couldn't let anything happen to him.

Really, i felt something for him. I had felt this before, with Sasuke, but with gaara, it was so much better.

Whenever i talked to him, i felt.. happy.

And i got this fuzzy feeling.

I hated letting people down, i hated breaking my promises.

And i had betrayed Gaara most of all, by letting him die.

His corpse was right in front of me.

I couldn't change that.

Killed because i wasn't good enough.

The rain was falling.

He was the only one who understood me.

But he was dead now.

And it HURT, damnit.

I had always had a small crush on him.

Not full blown affection though, but still.

With sasuke....

I had.. a crush on him too.

But i knew it would never work.

He hated me.

At least, i think he did.

Gaara returned what i felt.

He talked to me about his problems.

I talked to him about mine.

We traded insecurities and secrets.

But, he would never talk to me again.

And it HURT, Damnit.

When he gave me a smile, the first smile he had ever gave for 5 years.

It HURT.

When he held my hand at the hospital.

IT HURT.

When he reassured me, and almost gave me a hug when i left the village.

It.. it hurt so badly.