Light music filled what parts of the large room weren’t occupied by the many bodies dancing to it.
Kankuro sighed again for the millionth time that evening, standing next to his brother.
Gaara eyed him coolly, wondering what had plagued his brother. As per tradition, the only people who weren’t wearing masks was a Kazekage and a handful of his bodyguards and advisors.
“What’s the matter?” He decided to probe.
Kankuro looked up and over to him before sighing again and replying, “I haven’t seen Temari or Kaya all night.”
Gaara had to hold back an eye roll. He knew his brother was interested in the Leaf Shinobi despite her lack of interest in him. Yet he too was curious about the where bouts of his sister and their friend.
Just as that thought had occurred to him, gasps and low chatter filled the room drowning out the music. His sea foam eyes followed the direction everyone was staring in.
Two young women just walked in. One was blonde, one had black hair. They wore matching outfits and mask. The blonde was dressed in a short, sparkly, sleeveless purple dress that showed off her shapely figure with purple lace attached to the end of the sparkly fabric half way down her thigh that fell down to her ankles showing off her strappy black high heels. Her hair was down and curled into loose ringlets that framed her round face. Her mask only covered her teal eyes. It was a black base covered with purple feathers and lace trim, allowing an odd black jewel to break up the pattern along with small amounts of gold glitter.
The black haired girl wore a black dress that was floor length. Her left sleeve was a thin off the shoulder chiffon strap that hung there loosely. The boddis of the dress clung to her frame showing off her excellent curves, her fair chest, her slim waist, her plump hips. The skirt however hung looser than the rest of the dress with a slit on the left side of the dress, showing off her shapely legs and strappy purple high heels, and allowed the skirt to flow about her with such grace. Her long, black hair was also worn down, but unlike her friend, it was worn straight. Her mask also only covered her black eyes, tapering down to cover a bit of her nose as well. The base of her mask was purple, it was covered mostly by black feathers and lace trim with the odd purple gem to break up the pattern and a small amount of silver glitter.
The women walked forward and began to mingle with other patrons, the party continued.
“Who are those girls?” Kankuro whispered to himself in awe of what he had just seen.
“Temari and Kaya.” Gaara told his brother.
“Wait, what?” Kankuro demanded, hearing his brother’s words.
“Those girls are Temari and Kaya who just walked in.” He told the brunette to his left.
“How can you be sure it was them?” Kankuro countered.
“How many other people do you know with teal eyes?” He countered.
“Aside from that, the girl in black not only possesses a Konha Anbu Black Ops tattoo on her left arm, but the same scars on her right arm that Kaya does.” He reasoned.
Kankuro just pouted again, “Now I’m never going to be able to dance with her looking like that.”
Gaara just sighed at his brother and looked away, back to the girls. He could spot Temari easily enough, most of the girls this year had opted for red dresses so she stuck out rather well. The blonde was mingling with a few people, yet the red head’s sea foam eyes had to search feverishly for the black haired girl. He finally found her leaning against the furthest wall, a glass of wine in her left hand.
People around her gave longing stares at her, admiring her. Yet they all gave her the widest berth they could. Beautiful as she was, she was still her intimidating form and her harsh black eyes.
Gaara allowed himself to slip away unnoticed by his brother and body guards to the far side of the room where unwavering, onyx eyes followed his every movement.
The girl nodded deeply to the Kazekage as he stepped towards her.
“Good evening, Kazekage-sama.” She said smoothly.
“Good evening to yourself, Kaya.” Gaara all but whispered seeing her up close.
“I feel honoured that you recognized me.” She smiled at him.
“You aren’t difficult to spot when you know what to look for.” He smiled at her.
“And what were you looking for, if you don’t mind me asking.” Kaya smirked.
Gaara mirrored her actions, “I never knew you drank.” He motioned to the glass in her left hand, cleverly avoiding the topic.
Kaya shrugged, “Not generally. Alcohol dulls the senses.”
Gaara nodded in acceptance to that response.
“You always seem to gravitate to the edge of any large group. Why is that?” He asked, leaning against the wall to her right.
“I always like having some space between me and those around me. I like to have at least little reaction time.”
Gaara just stared at her at that. He finally took the time to properly appreciate her form.
“I’m sorry of this makes you uncomfortable.” Kaya almost whispered. Gaara had to strain his ears to hear her over the music and sounds of the people all around them.
“What makes me uncomfortable?” He breathed, his sea foam eyes meeting her black gems.
Kaya couldn’t meet his gaze as she half shrugged, half motioned to her right arm.
Gaara’s lips pressed together to form a tight line.
“Would you like to go somewhere more private with me so we can talk?”
Kaya looked up at him, almost scared she had upset him. Seeing there was no animosity in his eyes, she nodded slightly and allowed the red head to take the glass of wine from her hand and set it down before grabbing her left hand and leading her away.
The black haired girl did her best to keep her right arm hidden from view.
“I don’t believe I’ve told you yet how beautiful you look, have I?” Gaara said more to himself as they came to a stop on a deserted back street.
“Thank you.” Kaya said meekly, she had never gotten many compliments in her life and wasn’t sure how to take it.
“You know, Temari never told us that you would be coming here. It was a nice surprise. I’m glad you accepted her invitation.”
Kaya shrugged again, “Temari is a hard person to turn down.”
A ghost of a smile pulled at Gaara’s lips as he looked Kaya in the eye again.
“You didn’t ask me here to talk about Temari and me coming here, did you?” She breathed.
Gaara shook his head and reached carefully forward towards Kaya’s right arm. The black eyed girl stiffened for a moment before relaxing and letting Gaara’s warm hands pull her arm forward so he could examine it.
He turned it over gently, his fingers barely grazing the scared flesh as his hands moved up and down Kaya’s arm.
She was ridged in fear, yet trembling at his touch.
“Does it still hurt?” Gaara finally whispered, acknowledging Kaya’s fear.
“No.” She breathed to him.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asked, looking up from her arm into her eyes.
“No.” Kaya breathed again.
“Then why do you shake?” He asked, “Why do you hide this from me? Why did you lie to Kankuro?”
Kaya took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before she replied to the red head, “I lied to Kankuro because it’s a very long story to explain. I’ve tried my best to hide this from you because I know how bad you felt when it happened. I know how much you cried. I know you did everything you could to help me feel better once the doctors treated me. I know you thought yourself as nothing more than a monster because of what you did when I wasn’t even trying to hurt you. I… I don’t want this,” She motioned widely to her right arm, “To hurt you anymore than it already has in the past. I care about you and will do anything I can to make sure you never feel that way again.”
Gaara trailed his fingers up Kaya’s right arm, up her shoulder, her neck to her cheek. He carefully slid her mask up over her head, holding it in his right hand and using his left to wipe away the stray tears that fell from her right eye.
“I never want to see you in pain again, Kaya.” He whispered to the black haired girl, “I want to make sure no more pain ever be falls you. I love you.”
Kaya’s black gems flew open and stared into Gaara’s sea foam orbs.
“I love you too, Gaara.” She whispered, “I really do.”
Gaara smiled wide then, knowing she meant it.
“Then please don’t feel the need to hide this from me again. Please.” Gaara begged, ghosting his fingers along her arm again.
Kaya shivered at the touch but nodded.
“May I kiss you?” Gaara asked softly seeing Kaya’s eyes clear.
Kaya smiled broadly at the fact he asked that. But she nodded eagerly anyway.
Gaara leaned down slightly and pressed his lips gently against hers. Kaya ran her hand up his torso and placed them on his shoulders to help hold him place. The kiss was soft and light, but very loving and caring. It was exactly what the other craved from them, and there was nothing to block it.