Akabara
Chapter One: The Thorn In His Side
Sabaku Gaara, a name feared in the city of Suna.
He was fearsome, ruthless, and cruel, the red head with the prettiest, coldest turquoise eyes anyone has ever seen, the rumor mill around him is that he's completely unstable.
His father could not control him, he was just too dangerous to have around. As the mayor of Suna, Sabaku Rasa couldn't have a son that could destroy his career. He sent his youngest away to a woman named Akasuna Chiyo, a descendent of Suna's founding family. He felt she would be able to straighten him out or at the very least keep him out of the papers during his re-election, Chiyo, on the other hand was a very busy woman with her own agenda and pushed off the responsibilities of her new charge to her grandson, Sasori.
Akasuna Sasori is another red head with hazel eyes, he is the artistic sort, impatient, and naturally condescending towards others. With such a combination it could only spell disaster for all involved.
. . . . .
''You'll do this for you're favorite grandmother, won't you Sasori?" Chiyo grinned evilly.
Sasori stared blandly at the woman for a long time before giving a slow blink. "No.''
He attempted to shut the door in her face. Chiyo moved too quickly for a woman of sixty three, grabbing the door she pushed against it until she forced Sasori to open it, knocking him flat on his back.
''Dammit you old bat! Why the hell are you so strong?''
''Pilates.'' She sneered.
''...Is this about putting you in that home?'' Sasori deadpanned. ''Is this revenge or something?''
'' 'Sunny Suna Retirement home for the elderly and disabled?' '' She spat. ''Honestly Sasori did you believe you would be unscathed after a foolish mistake like that?''
''I admit it was a bit far, but you did send me to that private school in Iwa.'' Sasori stood from the floor, dusting his jeans off.
''You weren't listening to me, there was only so much I could make you do.'' She shrugged.
''That's because you lied to me my whole life you senile hag!''
''I only lied to protect you.'' She replied.
''From what?'' Sasori grumbled. ''I was the one hurting myself.''
Chiyo's face softened. ''I know dear, You have been through enough as is.'' She pat his cheek. ''That's why're perfect for this! You can help him.''
''That psychotic brat doesn't need protecting, everyone needs to be protected from him.'' Sasori drawled.
''Now, now Sasori the company you keep is not your average everyday crazy person. You have a bunch of reclusive, potential PTSD patients for friends, and you don't even call them your friends.'' Chiyo shook her head.
''Squad means a large group of friends now grandmother.''
''Whatever.'' She scoffed. ''Will you help me or what?''
''Didn't Rasa-teme ask you to watch over his brat? I'm confident that he doesn't want me to have a hand in how his kid will be in the near future.''
''I don't report to him.'' Chiyo scoffed. ''Besides, he dosen't want to know about anything, all he cares about is this up coming election.''
''Ugh.'' Sasori groaned. ''Why now of all times, that kid can't act right in public.''
''You're speaking as if he's a toddler.'' Chiyo raised an eyebrow.
''A sixteen year old is a toddler.''
''You were a handful at that age.''
''I didn't have to raise myself.'' Sasori pointed out.
''That's true.''
''And what about all that crap you used to shove down my throat about responsibilty and if you make a promise you need to uphold that promise.''
''Oh that? That's just crap parents give children in hopes that they'll grow up to be better people than they are.''
''... Well, that didn't work out.''
''...'' Chiyo raised an eyebrow. ''So?''
''Take care of you're own damn responsiblities you withered old bag!''
''Is that anyway to speak to the woman who slaved hours on end to take care of you? To give you everything you ever wanted?''
''What? You're a trust fund baby! You never worked hard a day in you're life! The maids fed me and we never once struggled to pay our bills! We always had toilet paper, I made a castle out of tissue and we still had a role for all six bathrooms. What shit are you spouting!'' Sasori's right eye started to tick.
''...Well, That's true.'' She chuckled and scratched the back of her head. ''Besides, he's getting his stuff out of the trunk so he should be up here by now anyway.'' She opened the front door and there was a red head with a bored look in his eyes.
''Have fun!'' Sasori looked back to see his grandmother already back in her limo. ''Good luck grandson, I'll call to check on you two later.''
''Y-you... Get back here you lazy old hag!'' He yelled at the retreating limo. ''I'm not mentally stable enough to care for some brat! Hey!''
He sighed in frustration. ''Dammit all.'' He glanced back at the kid behind him.
''I guess you're stuck with me for now,'' Sasori re-entered his house, Gaara right behind him. ''Come on.''
''Living room, kitchen, downstairs bath, basement is that way.'' Sasori spoke quickly as he dragged the boy behind him up the stairs. ''Upstairs bath, guest room.''
''This is my studio room; stay out of it, that goes for my room as well. And this is you're room, you have a closet, a bed, and a window. You'll only see suburban styled houses, with skinny mothers neglecting their children, overpriced cars and egos. Don't be surprised if they turn their noses up at you, I just ignore them or you can just tell me and I'll have some friends break into their homes when they're gone.'' Sasori waved his hand fillipantly.
Gaara blinked slowly at him.
''Did you get all that?''
Blink.
''Perfect,'' He turned and gave a backwards wave. ''Extra sheets and crap are in that closet next to you. Don't bug me unless you're dying or something!''
As afternoon blended into evening Sasori sat in the living room, stretched across the armrest of his favorite chair. 'I feel like I forgot something.' He yawned and twisted around in the chair. 'Was it important?'
He nearly fell off the chair in shock. ''What the...Why the hell are you standing in the dark like that?'' The younger redhead was just standing in the hallway, not moving an inch.
'Why is he glaring at me?' It was hard to tell since he didn't have any eyebrows, but Sasori was pretty sure he was being glared at. ''Are you hungry? We cook for ourselves in this house.''
Glare.
''What? You can't cook or something?''
Silence.
''I guess that's what happens when parents don't teach their kids shit.'' He sighed lightly.
Glare intensifies. ''I'm not hungry, I just don't like you.''
Slightly shocked by the deep rasp in his voice. 'Disuse? Doesn't talk much then, huh.'
''Oh, you do talk! I thought you just hissed, spat, and tried to stab people with knives.'' Sasori scoffed and slouched back into his chair. ''Is that all?''
The only answer was another glare.
''You know,'' He started conversationally. ''You're old man said the same thing to me when we first met, except I said he looked constipated. Apparently that was just his resting face.'' He drawled.
He watched as the younger boy tense and grind his teeth together.
'That's really bad for the teeth.' Sasori thought absently. 'So, Rasa is a sore spot for him? Why would she make me watch a bratty kid with daddy issues?! My dad was awesome, so was my mom.'
''I'm nothing like him.'' He hissed roughly.
''I never said that.'' A smirk started to form on Sasori's face.
Gaara's hand started to twitch.
''Welp!'' Sasori jumped up and stretched, hands in the air. ''It's time for bed, food's in the fridge.''
He skipped up the stairs, leaving his house guest to fend for himself.
. . . . .
That night after Sasori fell into a fitful sleep he felt something tapping on his shoulder, he pushed whatever it was away and groaned curling away from the stupid thing trying to wake him up. Without warning his precious cover was snatched from him.
''Ugh!'' He blinked blearily up at the blank eyed redhead. ''What. the hell. do. you. want?'' Sasori was sorely tempted to hit him with his pillow.
''I think he's dead.''
...
''Wait... wha?'' He rubbed the spot in between his eyes. ''What?''
Gaara cocked his head to the side like some cute psychotic puppy. ''I think. he's. dead.'' He anuciated.
''Wait rewind, I feel like a part of this conversation is missing. Who do you think is dead?''
''Someone entered the house while I was downstairs-'' He started.
''Why were you downstairs, It's like...'' He looks at his phone. ''Two in the morning.''
Gaara glared. ''It doesn't matter.''
''Were you speaking to you're demon god? You can't call collect, I don't want you running up my phone bill.''
Gaara tsked.
''The robber latched onto me and I grabbed the nearest thing and hit him on the head with this...twice.'' He said 'twice' as an afterthought.
He showed me the cat statuette. ''Granny's cat, She's gonna be pissed.''
Now that Sasori thought about it. ''Is there blood on my floor?!'' He bolted from his bed and down the stairs. He had cherry red floors and he didn't want them to be ruined.
''Did you check to see if he was dead?'' He asked.
''Should I have?'' Gaara shuffled behind him.
"I suppose not.'' Sasori saw a crumpled form near the kitchen entrance.
''Wait, Deidara?!'' He walked over to the body and checked his pulse. ''He's not dead at least.''
''You know him?'' Gaara asked.
''He's a longtime friend, can you get some ice. I'll go get him some pain pills.'' Sasori shuffled over to the bathroom.
When he returned he saw Gaara with the whole bag of ice, the two red heads stood over the newly revealed, Yamanaka Deidara.
''Dumbass, I told him to give me my key back, he must have made a copy.'' Sasori tsked.
''Oi! Wake up!'' He kicked his foot. ''Get some water and dump it on him.''
''Why me?'' Gaara rasped.
''You hit him, If he dies from head trauma it's on you.'' Sasori drawled.
''This is you're house.'' He replied.
''Just get the damn water.'' Gaara glared, then swiftly turned and went into the kitchen. Sasori pulled out a mat from the downstairs closet, he didn't want anything to mess up his floors. Sasori was pushing him onto the mat when Gaara returned with the glass of water.
''Ah well, you can throw it on him now.'' Gaara dumped the whole thing on the blonde's head.
He jolted up, gasping and clutching the back of his head. ''What the hell Sasori, why did you hit me?!''
''I didn't hit you.''
''I did.'' Gaara glared.
''...Who the hell are you?'' Deidara whipped his head around to Sasori. ''Is this you're new boyfriend? Did you move on already?! With some kid?!''
Sasori rolled his eyes at the hysterical blonde. ''And if I did? Don't you have you're own apartment? with you're own boyfriend?''
''I'm not talking to him.'' He pouted and crossed his arms.
''You see this guy here Gaara, he's only two years older than you. Don't grow up to be like him.'' Sasori pointed to the blonde menace.
''I have no intention of doing so.''
Sasori nodded, satisfied. ''I guess I' am teaching you something.''
''That's not nice!'' Deidara wailed. ''And my head hurts~!''
''Take those.'' Sasori handed him a couple pain pills and tossed the bag of ice at him. ''With that done I'm going to bed, night.''
''But...!'' Deidara jumped up and trotted after Sasori. ''I wanna stay with you.''
Sasori twirled around and drop kicked him. ''I sleep alone and there's no way in hell I'm sleeping with you.''
They were interrupted by a knock on the door. All three looked at each other, before another round of knocks on the door came.
''Do people come to you're house in the middle of the night often?''
Was he being judged?! By someone who creeps in shadows and has zero hair on his face.
''At least a few times a week.'' He sniffed.
''Who the hell is that?! Is that you're new man?'' the blonde started screaming.
''Dei?'' Deidara froze.
''Oh, Kisame came to get you.'' Sasori slid around the boisterous blonde.
''Don't let him in!'' Deidara tackled him to the floor. ''He's been cheating on me!''
''Isn't that what you came over here for?'' Sasori kicked him in the face. ''Gaara open the door!''
Gaara stood watching them from a corner. ''Why should I?''
''If you don't, Kisame will leave and we'll have to look at this whiney bastard all night.''
''We could always kill him.'' He shrugged.
''How cruel~,'' Dei whined. ''Why is he so mean?''
''We don't want you here!'' Sasori pried Deidara off his leg.
''Why~?"
''Sasori? Open the door.''
''Kisame? Learn to keep this asshat in line!'' Then Sasori turned to Gaara. ''Would you please open the door?''
Gaara blinked then turned towards the front door.
"No!''
Deidara jumped up to grab the teen, Gaara tensed then swung around and gave two quick jabs to his face. ''Don't touch me.''
''That's what you get dumbass.'' Sasori slowly stood off the floor.
''What the hell happened?'' Kisame rushed through the front door the moment Gaara opened it.
''I have a new guard dog and Deidara tried to pet him.'' Sasori shrugged.
''That bastard attacked me twice!'' Deidara spat.
''Twice each time.'' Sasori hummed. ''You like the number two?''
''..."
"If you're done Dei, let's go."
"NO, you're cheating on me with that weasel faced bastard!"
"No I'm not." Kisame shrugged.
"Isn't Itachi dating that famous model Yuki Haku from Kiri?" Sasori yawned.
"Yeah."
"You jackass! You spend all you're time with him." Deidara hissed.
"They're partners at the agency, what would you expect?" Sasori scoffed.
From the corner of his eye he saw Gaara going upstairs. 'Lucky brat...'
"Besides, Itachi and Kisame are not attracted to eachother. Itachi has a very weak spot for cute and soft things." Sasori gestured to Kisame. "He's too rough and masculine for Itachi's taste."
"But-" Sasori shoved them both out the door and shut it in their faces, locking it with finality.
"Now back to my precious bed." He shuffled up the stairs.