None of the characters are mine! They belong to Masashi Kishimoto and their rightful artists! I wasn't sure how to rate this story, so it would be really helpful if someone told me whether
I should change the rating or keep it the same!
The sun was rising over the town of Konoha as a blinding ray of sunshine slipped through the crack of the blinds. A gurgling noise came from under the midnight black bed sheets. Suddenly, the covers were thrown off the bed and a red headed teen sat up, stretched, and slowly got out of bed. He seamlessly glided over to the bathroom, and, seconds later emerged in his school clothes. Said boy was dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt that clung to his body, showing his moderately toned body, black straight-legged jeans with several elaborately placed holes, and had black and red converse on. He went over to the mirror to look over his appearance, and he began to inspect his looks. Even though he was on "Fire High's Top 10 Hottest Guys" list, he couldn't understand how that had ever happened. True, he had a nice masculine facial structure and body, he was pretty much an asshole to almost everyone except his close friends and he wore a huge amount of charcoal black eyeliner around his eyes. But, I guess being an asshole turns into being a bad boy easily. He didn't mean to be so prude to everyone, it's just most people were annoying to him and he had huge trust issues for many reasons that he never would discuss.
"GAARA! Hurry up or we're gunna be late!" He heard his sister, Temari shriek. As soon as he heard that, he rolled his eyes, muttered whatever, and snatched his black backpack off the wood floor. He quickly went down the staircase just as he saw his sister and his brother fighting about some stupid anime series they watched.
"Ninjas aren't real you dumbshit!" Temari said while giving him major attitude. Temari was older than Gaara by two years, which made her 18, and definitely had a temper problem. She was in her last year of high school and couldn't wait to set of some major problems before she graduated. Today, she was dressed in her favorite off the shoulder, long sleeved lilac shirt, red skinny jeans, black high top converse, and had her fishnet fingerless gloves on. As usual, her dirty blonde hair was in her usual four-ponytail style and her dark green eyes were accentuated with black mascara and lilac eye shadow.
"Psh, they totally are, but you're pea sized brain can't comprehend that." Kankuro retorted while crossing his arms with an air of arrogance. Kankuro was older than Gaara by one year, 17, and was just as childish as Naruto. He was a junior, but that didn't matter to him and loved to pull pranks on the teachers with his other friends, it was a miracle he didn't get expelled from the school. Today, he was wearing a white shirt with his black hoodie on top, purple straight-legged jeans, black and purple checkered vans, and had his usual eccentric purple war paint on his face. Always said it showed his cool side since it had all kinds of angles to it. His brown shaggy hair was slightly in his dark green eyes. Gaara sensed they were about to get into a fight, so he cleared his throat and glared at them with his forest green eyes. Suddenly, they stopped arguing as Gaara began walking out the door, they trailed after him like lost puppies as he began to get in his sister's car.
"Alright, Kankuro, you know the routine?" Temari glanced to her right.
"Yup, got them all right here." He said grinned as he gingerly patted his backpack. Every morning, Kankuro and Temari had to distract Gaara's fangirls by doing cruel things to them, and today's weapon of choice was stink bombs. While they were distracted, Gaara would run around them and get into his classroom as fast as possible. Unfortunately, for the Sabaku Sibling's, today was no different. Even through the glass they could hear the shrieks and yells of fangirls wanting Gaara to be with them and no one else.
"Ready?" Gaara smirked as Kankuro and Temari nodded in a mischievous manor.
"Alright, one, two, three! CHARGE!" Kankuro and Temari jumped out of the car and began to throw the stink bombs at the unsuspecting fangirls, as this was happening Gaara quickly go tout of the car and ran past the now crying girls. Gaara was on the track team, so running to the classroom was an easy feat. After a few minutes, he reached the classroom without breaking a sweat.
"Yo, Gaara!" A spikey haired brunette called out while waving his hand back and forth. He had on a huge fur lined grey hoodie, black skinny jeans, converse with a huge paw print on each shoe, and his usual red triangles on his cheeks. Kiba was the definition of animal lover. In the past 6 years of his life, currently 16, Kiba's had 7 dogs, 3 birds, 8 fish, and 0 cats. He absolutely could not stand cats.
"Hey." Gaara monotonously said as he strode towards his group of friends. True, they were a small group, but they could be trusted with anything. Gaara felt more comfortable with these people because they all had one thing in common, they were outcasts in their own unique ways. Kiba Inuzuka was obnoxiously loud and had an animal complex, Hinata Hyuuga was abnormally shy and always fainted whenever around Naruto Uzumaki, Rock Lee always wore green and had huge "caterpillar" eyebrows, Karin has larger rage issues than Temari, and Shino is always quiet, always wears sunglasses and a beige trench coat, and he collects both alive and dead bugs.
"Ah, my youthful friend, did your tremendous youth help you escape your fans today?" Lee questioned.
"I doubt it, he probably had his siblings take care of those dumb bitches. If I were you, I would just shoot them all!" Karin said as she swept her unmanageable fire engine red hair over her shoulder and pushed up her brown glasses.
"W-w-well…at least he got here in o-one piece." Hinata tried to put a light spin on things.
"At least Hinata stands up for me." Gaara smirked as he sat down at his lab desk.
"She's only pitying you! Hinata totally wishes you came here without a leg." Kiba jokingly nudged Gaara.
"Shut up, it's too early in the morning for all of your yapping, Chihuahua." Gaara countered with a smirk.
"Why you little!" Kiba tried to lunge for Gaara, but the teacher came in.
"Inuzuka, what are you doing?" The white haired man asked nonchalantly, as if he didn't care what was happening. Kiba immediately stopped in mid-air and face planted to the ground.
"That's what I thought." Jiraiya mockingly said. "Everyone sit down and shut up!" Everyone immediately sat with their lab groups. "Good, now we have a new student all the way from Sand High. Sakura, you can come in now, no one will touch you." Jiraiya yelled while his eyes glazed over, obviously thinking of new ideas for his "romance" (AKA porn) book.
Gaara already knew what this girl would be like, quiet, yet hot, very nervous, totally predictable and would fawn over none other than Sasuke Uchiha. Oh, how Gaara loathed him. To Gaara and his friends, he was the most pompous, arrogant, all around douchebag at the school. Every girl loved him, every teacher loved him, nerds wanted to be him, everyone feared the power he held, and everyone wanted to be friends with him. His dark obsidian eyes made girls swoon and he was great at getting what he wanted.
'God, not another dumb little fangirl, I already know I'm going to want to punch her in the face just to make her shut up.' Gaara thought.
But, he was NOT prepared for what walked into that classroom. A girl, no larger than 5'3, holding a black and pink skateboard walked in with hair similar to the color of a cherry blossom petal. Her hair was cropped short, so the ends were slightly jagged and angular. She wore black converse XX Hi shoes with black cut up and safety pinned skinny jeans tucked into them, a tank top that had a skeletal rib cage on it. She had no make-up on, which was a surprise to everyone since she had slightly pink lips.
"Yo, man, pull your jaw off the floor." Kiba whispered.
"My jaw isn't on the floor, besides she isn't even that cute." Gaara said, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than Kiba.
"Psh, she's probably gunna turn out just like all those dumb whores." Karin jabbed her thumb diagonally towards some of Sasuke's fangirls.
"Definitely." Shino added in.
"W-w-well…she kinda looks c-c-cold." Hinata observed.
"No!" Lee shouted as he stood up, causing his chair to fall, over. "You must be passionate and youthful like your name suggests! Never give up on youth my youthful blossom!" Lee gracefully put a hand on his heart and reached towards Sakura's direction.
"Lee, enough sit down or I won't allow you to attend P.E." Jiraiya sternly warned. As soon as he said that, Lee deflated on the floor. "Now, darling, tell us about yourself." Jiraiya gently put his hand on her shoulder, but she shook it off with a jerk of her shoulder.
"Look, nobody cares that I'm new here, so lay off." Sakura coldly said as she strode towards a seat next to Hinata, which caused Hinata to play with her fingers.
'Damn! That chicks crazy.' Gaara thought to himself.
'Hehehe, yeah, we like 'em feisty.' Shukaku smirked.
'I thought I got rid of you years ago!' Gaara yelled.
'Face it, squirt, you can't get rid of me. I'm your other personality.' He flicked Gaara on the forehead.
Gaara quietly growled, but was stopped due to hearing Hinata giggle. He inconspicuously looked over to see Hinata giggling over something Sakura probably said, since Sakura was smiling. Her smile made a weird feeling erupt from the core of his heart, and he both liked it and was repulsed by it. Gaara had never felt anything like this before and it was freaking him out, he felt weak against a mere girl.
"Pathetic." Gaara muttered.
"Will someone show Sakura around the campus?" Jiraiya asked. When no one raised their hand, he decided to randomly pick someone. "Uchiha, you shall escort this young maiden around." Suddenly, Gaara raised his hand.
"I'll do it." He said. He glanced over at Sasuke to see his expression, but Sasuke merely smirked and raised his eyebrows. Oh, how he made Gaara's blood boil. There had always been a long-standing feud between the two teens ever since middle school everything was a competition. But, when Sasuke started joking about all the girls he could easily get with then it became serious. Gaara knew after that every girl he talked to he probably did do something with them, and he felt pity on the new girl, especially if she had to spend even one millisecond with Sasuke.
"Hey, are you ok?" Sakura asked while waving her hand in front of his face. Gaara looked up to the clock and realized the bell rang a couple minutes ago.
"Whatever. I don't even wanna do this." Gaara abruptly stood up and walked out of the classroom.
"Nobody asked you to anyway." Sakura rolled her eyes and nonchalantly exited behind him.
"Hm." Gaara said as he started to walk away from her.
"Hey, if you want I can show you around." A velvety smooth voice said to the pinkette, causing Gaara to look over his shoulder.