Gaara isn't exactly social like his brother, Kankuro, and sister, Temari, but he went through his life with no regrets of being alone. He never really spoke to any one besides his siblings.

No one understood him which made it easy to start rumors. Even though his sibling loved him they never stood up for him, too scared to be kicked out of their group of friends.

It was 4:00 in the morning and Gaara couldn't sleep like usually. He had done his English homework the night before and didn't have anything else to do now so he decided to draw until it was time for his siblings to get up. After he was done drawing an intricate picture of a butterfly he heard movement from outside of his room. He took that as a sign that it was time to start his day. He decided with black sweats and a burgundy oversized t-shirt. He turned to the full length mirror in the bathroom with a look of disgust. He didn't like the way he looked. His hair was way to red, which was why he was made fun of in school. His 5.6 foot height didn't help either. One attribute that he hated the most was the scar that was cut into his forehead. It's a Japanese symbol meaning love, from a few years back. He had once tried to cover it up with make-up but the other kids laughed at him when they found out. He then tried to fix his bangs to hide it but his hair was uncooperative.

With one last sigh he made his way down the stairs.

When he made his entrance to the kitchen his brother and sister were there eating breakfast. He sat at his usual spot in front of his brother.

"So how did you sleep last night?" Gaara's brother asked sarcastically

"Splendidly," Gaara retorted knowing that Kankuro knew how well he sleeps.

"Gaara, would you like to have some eggs." Temari asked.

"No, I'm not hungry" he replied.

After she commented on that he was never hungry she turned to finish the dishes.

After breakfast, Temari and Kankuro took the car and left for school leaving Gaara to walk. That is usually what they did to make sure no one really knew that they were related to the outcast. It didn't bother Gaara since he was used to it. He knew how much they loved their status in school. Gaara didn't want to do anything to make them sad that's how much he cared about them.

Gaara checked his watch to see how much time he had to get to school. To his relief he didn't have to run to school to get there on time.

He finally got to school with two minutes to get his school stuff and make it into class. As he was taking out his Algebra book for his first period class he shivered as he realized that a certain someone was talking to him from behind.

"Sasuke, look who we have here; It's Panda" Said a boy who had very pale pupil eyes and long dark hair tied into a loose ponytail. Gaara shut his locker and turned around and looked at the others. Another boy with hair spiked up in the back and long bangs shaping his face smirked in reply to what the first said. This boy's onyx eyes added to the intimidation.

Unfortunately the two people he saw were Neji Hyuuga and Sasuke Uchiha. They never leave him alone. Not knowing what else to do Gaara quickly looked down.

"What's wrong Gaara not happy to see us?" asked Neji.

Gaara just kept looking at the blue carpet of the hall. They stepped closer. Since Gaara was so close to the lockers already the only thing he could to do was lean back.

"Looks like you have no where else to go," stated Neji after he took another small forward.

"Just like a cornered mouse." Said Sasuke in response.

"What do you want?" Gaara asked them.

"You." Neji replied

Before Gaara knew what was happening he was dragged to a black BMW and thrown in the back seat. He was too stunned to move. They had put a blindfold on him to make sure he wouldn't know where he was going. They said it was a surprise. Sasuke was on the right of him and Neji was on the other side. Gaara was starting to panic making his breathing harder.

Sasuke smacked him across the face.

"Shut up. You're starting to annoy me," yelled Sasuke.

Gaara whimpered and tried to shrink as much as he could.

Fifteen minutes past and they still hadn't stopped which made Gaara nervous.

"What do they want?" Gaara thought.

The car started to slow down. Gaara didn't know whether he should be happy or scared.

"Finally," An annoyed Sasuke stated.

"Yeah, now the fun can begin," replied Neji.

As soon as Gaara heard that he started to struggle. He had no idea what means of fun they wanted to have but he did know that he wasn't going to enjoy it. Somehow Gaara got out of the car and started to run. It didn't matter which direction he went because he didn't know where he was.

"Why aren't they trying to catch me?" Gaara thought.

It didn't take long for him to know the answer. He stopped breathless at a chain link fence.

"Panda, Paaanddaa, Paaaandaaa" tantalizing voices called out. Oh how he detested that name his tormentors had so generously given him.

He spun around to find three figures approaching him. The third one was the one driving. His name was Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's older brother. He too had onyx eyes but his hair was longer and put into a similar style as Neji's.

"Panda, why did you run away we were just going to celebrate the day we became friends," said a sweetly cynical voice that belonged to Neji.

"Yeah, we wanted today to be special." Itachi said. Itachi was just as cunning as Neji with his deceitful smile.

Sasuke didn't say anything because he was using all his might not to strangle Gaara for hitting his face.

Gaara felt trapped; all he wanted to do is run and so he did. Before he made too much of a distance Sasuke grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. He couldn't help but scream from the pain. Sasuke made him kneel down on his knees.

"I'm going to make you pay for hitting me," Sasuke whispered in Gaara's ear.

They already had a spot picked out for the 'party' and dragged Gaara to it. Gaara stopped struggling not wanting to provoke Sasuke who could easily kick his ass.

They reached the spot. Sasuke stepped right behind Gaara restraining both of his arms. Gaara may not be the aggressive type but when he was backed into a corner he couldn't help but resist Gaara started to struggle and breathing hard again and gained a punch to the gut from Itachi. The blow would have mad Gaara wrap his arms around his stomach and bend over but he was still bound by Sasuke so all he could do was bend over.

"You're right Sasuke that is getting annoying." a frustrated Itachi said.

With a rope they had brought they tied up Gaara's arms and legs. Memories from the past came flooding back to when Gaara had received his scar.

"Hold him down, and keep his arm restrained" said a boy.

"He is struggling too much" replied another boy.

Then two more boys started to hold the little redhead down.

"Stop, please, Stop it" the little boy cried out.

"We will Gaara just as soon as I'm done" replied the boy giving the orders.

The leader of the gang of boys took out from his pocket what seemed to be a knife. Seeing the knife in the boy's hand Gaara scream and wouldn't stop until someone roughly shoved a rag in his mouth.

The boy with the knife straddled Gaara's waist and placed his hand on the red head's forehead to secure him even more. Every cut he made Gaara screamed even louder if that was possible. The pain became so great that it made Gaara pass out. The next thing he knew he was in the hospital. He had woke up screaming just from the memory of the previous night.

"It's O.K. Gaara, everything will be alright," said Temari reassuring.

Gaara calmed down when he felt his sister get under the covers with him. She had Gaara rest his head on her shoulder while she ran her fingers through his hair. He cuddled into his sister not wanting her to let go of him. Kankuro was there as well; sitting in a chair right next to the bed. Gaara knew that just by Kankuro being there he cared. He fell back to sleep feeling a lot better.

"Leave Me The Fuck Alone" hollered Gaara. His voice no longer had fear. It was angry and sounded dangerous.

Gaara always was the passive type never wanting conflict in his life. But it couldn't happen that way. Because of this he had developed a second personality to keep him from too much harm. His second personality called himself Shukaku. He rarely came out but when Gaara get put in a difficult situation Shukaku shows himself.

_(Originally, this was the start of a new chapter but I thought they were too short by themselves so I edited them together. There were a few "WTF was I trying to say" times_

Gaara started to talk to himself trying to coax the demon to not come out. The last time that happen he killed his uncle – the only person to ever love him.

"No, stay back. Leave me alone" yelled Gaara.

He was on his knees holding his head.

"If I go back in, who knows what will happen to you Gaara" said the alternate personality.

"Just leave" was Gaara's only reply.

"Fine, if that is what you want. Just remember what happened a few years ago," Shukaku reminded him. He always liked to bring that up.

Neji, Sasuke, and Itachi stood and stared wondering what was going on. When Gaara was finally able to convince Shukaku to go back he felt mentally tired and collapsed on the ground.

When he finally woken it was dark and he was in the same place but there was no Neji, Sasuke, or Itachi. He was alone.

Gaara didn't know what to do or where to go so he just curled into a ball. He calmed himself down after a while.

"I should get going" Gaara said as he was getting up.

He started to walk along side of a road that hopefully leads out of the wooded area. He didn't stop until he got to a gate opening. There he climbed the few feet high fence.

As he was walking an elderly lady stopped him and offered him a ride. He was too tired to refuse so he climbed in.

He slowly crept to the door as soon after he waved good bye to the nice elderly. The door flew open.

"Where the hell have you been?" yelled a dark figure.

SLAP!

"I thought I told you to be home hours ago."

Gaara landed on the ground hard and stiffened his body preparing his body for more harm. Nothing came so he looked to see the figure just standing there.

"Get the Fuck up!" order the intimidating man otherwise known as Gaara's father, Keen.

"Yes father," said Gaara as he slowly got up.

KICK!

Keen kicked Gaara and said "That will teach you from coming home late" and then retreated back into the house.

Gaara limped to his room and as soon as his body touched the welcoming bed he was out like a light.

The next day he was sore but he was used to it. He took a shower, got dresses, and (didn't) eat before he left for his-prison-away-from-prison.

Gaara got to the school grounds thinking only about getting to class without any disturbances. He was not lucky though. Someone had thrown a rock at his head.

"Hey, mental case." someone shouted.

Gaara kept walking didn't even want to turn around. Another rock was thrown but this time it hit his left arm. He kept walking still until he felt some one tug hard on his burgundy and black backpack. The pull had made him fall on his ass. A group of teenage boys started to surround him. The group consisted of Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka, Sai, Shikamaru Nara, and Shino Aburame.

Naruto had blonde hair and baby blue eyes; today he was wearing his two favorite colors–blue and orange. Kiba had messy dark hair and two red upside down triangles under his eyes; like today he usually wore a black shirt with black pants covered with a tan jacket. Sai too had all black but his midriff was showing; he was Sasuke's cousin and had the family resemblance. Shikamaru wore his hair in a ponytail that made him look somewhat like a pineapple; he wore a long-sleeved shirt covered with a black vest and dark brown khakis. Shino gelled his hair up to look like a porcupine; He wore dark jeans and a huge tan coat that cover half his face and the other half was camouflage with sunglasses.

Sai and shikamaru stood on either side of Gaara making sure he did not leave.

These kids are not part of the same group as Neji, Sasuke, and Itachi but they do seem to work together in humiliating or harming Gaara.

"What do you want, Inuzuka" asked Gaara in a monotone voice. This group of bullies didn't scare Gaara like the other does.

"Nothing much, just wanted to know if you've seen these" smirked Kiba shoving a piece of paper into Gaara's hands.

In the picture was a kid with flaming red hair and a tatu on his forehead. He was restrained by a coat, you find in a mental hospital, and caged by white soft walls.

"What is this?" Gaara asked

"It's you." Replied Kiba "I was told you were crazy not retarded. Not like it came to a surprise."

Kiba then pushed Gaara all the way down and straddled his hips.

"And you know what else I hear? That you are a homo." Kiba put both of his hands on either side of Gaara's head and leaned down to whispered in Gaara's ear. The scene may have looked very intimate but it was only for intimidation.

Kiba then lifted off of Gaara's body and spat in his face.

"Fucking Faggot"

They left laughing.

The late bell had rung. Gaara had to sprint to his first class without his stuff so he wouldn't be in that much trouble.

Gaara had 8 classes of torture.

Gaara's Schedule

Period Class Teacher

1. Algebra - Kakashi

2. English - Jaraiya

3. Art - Genma

4. P.E. - Gai

Lunch

5. Biology - Orochimaru

6. Study Hall - Anko

7. German - Iruka

8 Work Shop Ibiki

His favorite classes were Art and English. He was able to write or drawing until he felt at piece.

He walked to his locker and found tons of the papers that Kiba showed him earlier. They were taped on his locked and when he opened it up more came flooding out.

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