Disclaimer: I think this goes without saying, but I don't own Naruto. If I did, I would make everyone give Gaara a big hug!
This is based in the real world during high school just so you know. I just had this idea one day, I don't remember why.
Enjoy!
A girl doubled over after being punched in the stomach, a metallic taste filling her mouth. Someone punched her in the side, causing her to sprawl out on the floor.
She just lay there, not resisting or trying to flee. She knew that if she did, they would just hurt her more. Submission was the only choice left for her.
The five girls that were beating her smirked cruelly, raising their legs to kick. They kicked her and stepped on her everywhere, yet she shed not one tear through it all.
A boy rounded the corner as one of the girls kicked her in the stomach so hard she coughed up blood. He watched, stunned, as the girls continued to hurt her, none of the cruel girls noticing he was there.
Normally, the boy would have just ignored it and kept going, since the person being hurt would be struggling and would most likely get away, but the girl just stayed still, not even grimacing from the pain.
She coughed up blood again and one of the girls noticed and let the others know. They exchanged terrified glances, knowing that if she was injured too much that they would be caught. They knew that if no one else found out, they wouldn't get in trouble, since they knew that she would never tell.
They ran off hurriedly, leaving her in a heap on the floor. The boy stood there a few more moments, too shocked to move. She looked over at him, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were cold and lifeless, uncaring and dead.
They were just like his.
When she looked up at him, he was pulled out of his shocked state and walked over to her slowly, bending down next to her.
"Are you okay?"
The girl scowled at him, finding what he had said utterly stupid.
"Do I look okay to you?"
He frowned, slightly taken aback by what she had said. No one talked to him like that. Most people feared him. He wasn't the friendliest guy, or the most polite guy, or a nice guy. He was pretty freaky.
"No. You don't. Would you like some help?"
He had no idea why he was being so nice to this girl. She didn't seem very nice, but something about how those girls had been hurting her affected him. She growled lowly.
"I don't need any help. I can manage on my own."
She pushed herself up, standing shakily. She pulled her backpack out of the trashcan one of the girls had thrown it in and pulled it on, walking towards the door. She stumbled a few times but managed to catch herself.
Finally, she fell and didn't catch herself. She hit the ground hard and felt someone help her up gently.
She looked up at the boy, actually looking at him this time. His hair was a shocking red and his eyes were a beautiful shade of teal. What captivated her attention the most was how his eyes were. They were like hers.
"I thought I told you I didn't need any help."
The boy stared at her, unfazed by the malice in her voice.
"You did."
The girl huffed unhappily. Both of them were silent for a minute.
"What's your name?"
The girl scowled, but answered grumpily.
"Lilian. Who are you?"
"Gaara. Where's your house? I'll give you a lift."
Lilian's face suddenly became void of all emotion.
"I don't have a home anymore."
Okay, I know that wasn't great, but I was bored.
Review! Flames welcome.