Demon

A/N Hey. I haven't written anything in the Naruto section, so I figured I'd write this! Just so you know, this is GaaNaru. If you don't like BL or GaaNaru, please don't bother reviewing, or even reading for that matter. It's my opinion, and I don't feel like having yours forced on me. That being said, if you like it, please drop a review! I love the praise and concrit.

Blood. The mere sight of his own life's fluid made his stomach churn, but with the pain came an unfamiliar rush of relief. It was an experience that he'd never had the ability to cause. But now Shukaku was gone. And the man was left to his own devices.

As the red liquid rolled down his arm in miniscule drops at a time, only one thought ran through his head

"I'm going to hell". It was a strange thought. He'd never been one for religion. But now, his past demons and murders had snuck up on him. His conscious had caught up with him after his run in with death. The ghosts of those killed by him haunted him. And now, he was sure he was going to hell for all of the deeds he had preformed. Why waste away his life in fear of his final destination? It would be so much easier if he just…left.

He can feel his head whirling. His vision is blurring. He knows he's going to die. And he's laughing. A raspy, choked-off sound he can barely conjure. It's maniacal and bitter. He doesn't even know why. It just comes.

There's a knock he can barely even hear. He's long ago fallen against the wall, kunai lying bloody and forgotten beside him. His head is tilted towards the ceiling, in a silent prayer for one more chance to be saved. The knock comes again. He doesn't comprehend anything but the sweet pain he's drowning in. The door open, and there is a crash.

"Oh shit." A voice gasps. He recognizes this, and moves his head ever so slightly. A blonde figure can be barely made out in the engulfing darkness.

"I'm going to hell." He chokes out between laughs. A shirt is torn and pressed to his agonized wrists.

"Somebody! Get a goddamned medic! He's dying!" the voice calls again. He feels himself risen up by strong arms.

"I'm going to hell." He gasps. He's crying now, hot tears falling onto his face and down his burning cheeks.

"Shh, sweetie. It's okay, I'm here. You're going to be okay. It's okay, Gaara" he whispers in a panic-filled voice.

"Naruto, I love you. Please save me. I don't want to go!" He yells. Naruto is crying too. He's running, trying to find someone to help.

"It's okay. You're not going to die. I promise," His boyfriend whispers. As he blacks out, he sees a bright light opening before him, cutting though the blackness.

"Am I…forgiven?"

"How is he?" Naruto asks. It's been two weeks. The Kazekage is in a coma after an attempted suicide attempt. His condition has been unstable, but he is still alive.

"It could go either way at this point." Sakura sighs. Naruto walks up to Gaara and presses a hand to his forehead. He's connected to several machines, and there are heavy bandages wrapped around his wrists. All of the sudden, the pulse monitor begins beeping loudly and erratically. Gaara's eyes open a sliver. Naruto's breath catches.

"I saw angels." He breathes ever so slightly. Then his eyes close again. The monitor returns to it's steady beat.

"Did you hear that?" Naruto asks, whirling around, eyes wide. Sakura tilts her head to one side and shakes her head. Naruto looks back at the redhead. Gaara is smiling.

A/N Thanks for reading! I apologize for it's shortness, but if it were longer, it would have lost its effect.