Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Blargh.
This is a story ComaWhite.X and are writing together. If you can figure out who is writing which part I'll write a oneshot of your choice. D But yeah, here it goes and feel free to send me anything you liked or didn't or whatever. Sorry to all of you who read my stories and want me to update. School is draining me and I haven't been home long enough to write much anyway… I'm also waiting to get the new computer before I posted anything else of my own. Not sure how often this will be updated so bare with me.
LookAndSee
It was bright.
The sun shone down upon a young man, who couldn't
have looked more out of place.
His long, black, leather coat hung
heavily off of his lean yet toned frame, creaking whenever he moved
his right hand up to his pale, flesh-pink lips to take a drag of his
cigarette. A mop of hair coloured like blood stained sand grew out of
his pale scalp in a spiky mess. Though he was pale, Asian features
graced him with their natural beauty.
A camera hung about his
neck, lens less and protected from dust with its cap and a large
black folder flopped against his leg. The leather he wore groaned in
disapproval as he shifted slightly and took another drag of his
cancer stick. He frowned as smoke billowed out of his nose and
slightly open mouth. He had been standing there for fifteen minutes
now, watching as fellow students left the building his back was
pressed against.
His name was Gaara Shukaku Sabaku, aged 19, a new
addition to Konoha State University in the US of A.
A
sunny and cheerful day greeted one man in particular. He had an air
of happiness about him that either caused those around him to laugh
in pleasure or groan in annoyance. The usual ten watt smile graced
his face as he began to look over his medical notes. Glossy black
hair hung around his face in a circular shape. Neat and orderly.
Everything about him was organized. From his bushy, but perfectly
shaped eyebrows, to his forest green t-shirt, his slightly baggy
jeans, and even his white tennis shoes were shiny.
He
is one named Rock Lee, 20 years of age, and it was his first year of
college in his home town.
Gaara
pushed off from the wall with a roll of his shoulders and looked at
his timetable.
Smiling secretly to himself, he slid the latex
covered sip of paper into the pocket of his drainpipe jeans with
slight painful difficulty, picked up the folder from the ground, and
strode to his lecture early, the map of campus etched into his mind
as he turned in the courtyard.
"So, anyway, there was this
big, blinding light and then..." He strode past a couple of
girls. From what he could see of them, one had daringly pink hair and
the other a natural looking blonde. He felt their gazes on my back,
and his scowl darkened considerably as their looks sizzled the skin
on my back.
The hall was dark, with a mauve skirting and cream,
ill lit walls.
L2
L2
He
ran the initials through my mind, teal eyes scouring doors for
them.
Ah, there it was. L2.
Glancing at his watch, Lee gasped to see he only had a few minutes till his next class. He picked up his feet and just about ran into a couple of girls standing in the corridor. "Sorry!" He said as he passed them and zoomed past an interesting looking man with red hair. And covered in leather. Swerving to miss him as well, his black bowl cut was slightly messed up. Lee skidded to a halt into front of his next class ad panted. "That was close..." He opened the door about to go in.
A
gust of wind disturbed the air around Gaara, and the ghost of a sweet
scent tingled in his nose. He turned his neck swiftly as the hairs on
the back of his neck stood in the other body's presence.
"That
was close..." He heard them say. He soaked up their appearance
greedily with his cold, impassive eyes. A green t-shirt clung to his
torso and left his muscled, tanned arms bare, slightly baggy jeans
creased as he stepped forward, hand wrapped firmly around the door
knob and almost blindingly white tennis shoes poked out from beneath
those trousers. His hair was a black, bordering on incredibly dark
brown and was cut as if someone had placed a bowl on his head and
precisely snipped any hair that peeked out from the rim. It was also
shiny, very shiny.
He wondered whether he used Brunette silk and
shine. His sister, Temari, used the Blonde version you see, and it
did make hair look very shiny.
The bell rang coarsely and the
redhead winced before striding into the lecture hall and finding a
place on a bench.
When he opened the door, Lee was embarrassed to find he was in the wrong class. At least for right now. It seemed he'd stumbled onto a History lecture. After muttering apologies, he backed out of the room and closed the door. With an exasperated sigh the youthful man went to the door the intriguing leather clad male had used. "Now this is English." Opening it and closing it his jeans swished around his legs as he looked around for a seat to sit. Since he had arrived later than usual most of the seats were filled by now.
"Can
anyone tell me-" The teacher was cut off as the door behind the
class opened and closed. The student Gaara had seen in the hallway
stood with his back to the frosted glass, a flustered blush warming
his face.
"S-sorry I'm late." He spoke loud enough for
the lecturer up front to hear.
The be specked man nodded and
continued.
Gaara watched as the nameless pupil started down the
stairs, looking for empty places, his wide, dark eyes scouring the
benches and sighed, placing his head in his hand, feeling his teeth
push together. The red head had read and analysed this book before,
and he sure as hell wasn't going to read it again.
He tore his
eyes away from the anonymous male and stared at the illustration on
the cover of Romeo
and Juliet
as kafuffle;
shuffling and a few whispered apologies, could be heard along the
row.
A presence nestled beside him and he knew that Mr Green
T-shirt had found a seat.
"I hope you do not mind... This was the only seat left." The shuffling of papers could be heard as the young man searched for his writing materials. A notebook and a pen was set on the flat surface and he began to scribble notes down. On the sly, or so he thought, Lee tried to sneak peaks of the man next to him. The red hair was something new for him since there were no other flame haired persons he knew of. All that leather looked a tad uncomfortable but who was he to judge.
Gaara slouched over onto the desk, placing his
hands out in front of him and placing his chin on top of them. The
leather he wore was beginning to get uncomfortable; it constricted
the arms and forced the back to ache in discomfort. Gaara considered
taking it off, but seeing as Bowlie beside him kept on uh...sneaking
glances at me, he felt uncomfortable doing so. He meant, seriously,
this guy could be a little more subtle. He looked like he was
mentally undressing the photographer.
Gaara turned to look at him
and the next time he went to flick his eyes over the artist's
structure, a deep blush spread over his face and down his neck. Gaara
bit back a snigger, and then turned back towards the whiteboard.
Damn him...Why does he have to be so hot? He tried unsuccessfully to return his attention to the professor talking but he just couldn't. Leather pleasure over there was making it rather hard for him to concentrate. Now he had never cared what others had thought of him. That was why his best friends were Naruto and Kiba and obviously the man sitting next to him didn't care either for all that cow skin he wore.
The teal
eyed man rubbed at his face, along the brow, and felt the pale hairs
there tickle back against his calloused fingers. He knew that the
lesson would be over not too soon, and he couldn't wait to stretch
his legs. Before sir-peeks-a-lot decided to come and take a closer
look, Gaara had considered himself lucky enough to have room to
stretch his legs out to the side if needed. Now Bowlie's long, hidden
legs were there. Gaara silently cursed them and shot venomous scowls
at them.
Stupid
legs. It's not even like I can sneak glances at them, because they're
so covered. He
thought and glared at the offending limbs, hearing his coat squeak
and groan slightly as he repositioned his arm and head.
He found
himself wondering if they had larger space for people to stretch
their legs at the university he was originally meant to attend.
Gaara's hand tightened its grip on his chin in protest. It wouldn't
matter if they had had larger leg space, they still would have been
filled with stuck up people with high expectations.
He growled to
myself under my breath.
Most of the other students were getting restless as the end of class came closer. Some were napping though in the back and hadn't paid attention at all. Wonder what their grade cards will look at the end of the year. More words were added to the paper in front of him as the blackboard filled with letters in a jumble. His stomach growled faintly since that morning he had hit the ground running without stopping for substance. College had been a big change for him. Though he was relieved his room was empty for now but knowing his luck he'd get a roomie in no time with the last admissions. Three...two...one...
A
bell in the hallway rang, muffled by the door and walls that
separated the rooms. The dampened noise was hidden as people stood
abruptly, stretching, collecting their materials, checking timetables
and talking. Gaara grabbed his folder from beneath the table and
proceeded to carefully and orderly place his belongings inside as the
class headed towards the small door in a swarm, the chatter now
becoming a sociable hum buzzing through the air.
Securing his
camera over his shoulder, he grasped the folder firmly and turned to
leave. Bowlie was stood there, staring at him, into his eyes.
The
boy's eyes, Gaara noticed, were big and dark and they held something
that he couldn't quite put my finger on. It was not innocence, for
there is no such thing as innocence, but there was something...calm.
Something calm about them that easily showed each emotion that flew
over his mind.
It was paralyzing.
Lee found the way he just stood there and
stared at him was slightly unnerving. His eyes were beautiful though.
Sea green and all that eyeliner really worked on him. Most goths and
emo's just looked ridiculous but he just pulled the look off. Right
before the late bell rang, thoughts of lunch had scrolled
through Lee's brain. The thought that he should risk getting
laughed at and invite him along skittered into full view. He opened
his mouth and shut it before attempting to try again.
"Would
you like to have lunch with me?"