sj: many thanks to 382 and my two betas... even though I didn't send this fic to one of them since this fic is boyxboy and he doesn't like that sort of stuff xP anyway.. mI.ShOe and Irsool are both awesome for putting up with me and my lazyness. As I mentioned before, this fic is going to be shounen-ai, Gaara and Neji being the main characters (.. i think.. that might change...) so enjoy!... or run away while you still can
382: oh.. and our disclaimer. If Naruto was ours, Gaara, Neji, Sai, and Itachi would have been the main characters... and L would have made an appearance somewhere within the storyline xD
Stuck
by
simplyjoox382
He and his family had moved to Konoha and Gaara was not happy. He had liked life in Suna, the city he lived in before this one. Everyone feared him, nobody talked to him and life was good. He would have to rebuild that reputation from scratch. He found it annoying, if not anything else. His new town, his new school, his new classmates, and his new psychiatrist would all have to adjust to him and Gaara could do nothing in the mean time but wait.
It was not that he didn't like waiting; he was good at waiting. What he wasn't good at was when others wanted to socialize with him. Gaara didn't socialize. Gaara just didn't like people. One person in particular that he hated was none other then Gaara's dearest oldest sibling, Temari, who had decided that the family was moving to a better, safer city after coming home to find her youngest brother, Gaara, with both wrists split open, dying in a puddle of his own blood. Not only had the Temari pissed him off by moving, but she had also settled an appointment with psychiatrist Uchiha on the first day of their arrival.
Gaara glared up at the "Dr. Uchiha" sign in front of the office/apartment, hoping that it would burst into flames. Gaara glared some more but closed his eyes afterward in defeat when he realized it wasn't going to happen, and made his way inside without bothering to knock. He was surprised to find that he wasn't the only boy in the apartment. Sitting on the couch of the living room was a boy who was slightly older than him. Gaara could only imagine that the boy in front of him was a fresh college student, looking too old to be in high school and too young to be a graduate. The seated boy looked up almost expectedly at him. Red eyes met green and Gaara was surprised at the sight of such rare eyes; he didn't show it of course, instead, Gaara just invited himself inside. He assumed that the older boy was here to see Dr. Uchiha as well.
"You have the wrong hour," Gaara said to the older boy, giving him a look of boredom. The red-eyed boy just looked at him, waiting for an explanation. "Wednesdays, five to six are my bitching hours, you're here at the wrong hour." The older boy chuckled, then pulled out a cigarette.
"Have a seat, I'm supposed to be here," the older boy explained, searching his body for a lighter. He found it by the time Gaara made his way over to the couch and seated himself on the other end.
"Group therapy?" Gaara questioningly mumbled to himself. The older boy lit his cancer stick and took a deep inhale, then breathed out the smoke before answering:
"Something like that,"
The two sit in silence, the older boy smoking and Gaara looking around the room. The apartment was clean from what he could see. It was barely furnished, only having furniture necessary for living on one's own. Gaara tried looking around for something of personal value to his soon-to-be psychiatrist only to find nothing. There were no pictures, no cards, no letters, and little decorations around the apartment. Everything was clean, everything was white, everything was bare. Gaara was almost surprised that somebody lived here, but then again, this was the apartment of a psychiatrist, and it was also furnished similarly to his own room, so it all made sense to the red head.
"So what did you do to land yourself in Dr. Uchiha's office?" The red eyed one asked, shaking Gaara out of his train of thought.
"I don't see why you would care," he answered, looking straight at the boy next to him. The older boy didn't bother to look back and exhaled another breath of smoke.
"It's my job to care,"
"You're my psychologist?"
"I'm nineteen,"
It was quiet again, with the older boy smoking away his life and Gaara studying him. The boy in front of him was beautiful. He had long raven hair which he tied back into a lazy ponytail, a pale complexion with two scars running down from the corner of his blood red eyes to his cheeks. Somehow, the older boy had managed to make scars look attractive.
"I'm here 'cause I like my little brother too much, more than a brother should." The nineteen year old explained.
Gaara's thought immediately went to Kankuro, and inwardly shivered at the thought of him ever saying this, but Gaara's stoic facade remained constant. Even though the thought of his older brother having romantic feelings for him did not settle well for Gaara, he found it a little ridiculous to be seeing a psychologist because of a crush. One can't help but like who they like, just as how one can't help but hate those they hate, which was more of the case with Gaara.
"Your parents sent you to a shrink because of a crush?" he asked, clearly amused and feeling a bit more talkative than usual. The older boy looked at him funnily.
"Of course not, I killed my parents." there was no hesitation or guilt in the older boy's voice. It was as if he was reciting a well known fact. Gaara almost smiled, but he thought of the boy as an idiot for revealing so much about himself. "So why are you here?"
"It's not any of your business."
"I'll make it my business."
"You don't even know my name,"
"You didn't bother to tell me your name,"
"I don't see why I should,"
"I don't see why you're avoiding my question."
"I don't see why I should refrain myself from shoving a ten foot metal pole up your ass,"
"Because that would hurt, Gaara-kun," Gaara's eyes narrowed dangerously as he sent the nineteen year old a death glare. The nineteen year old just responded with a chuckle. "I have access to Uchiha-sensei's files," he explained. Gaara never lifted his glare.
"Say that from the start, dipshit, don't ask me questions you already know the answer to." The older boy just smiled politely.
"Your file has no information though, besides your name, birthday, basic fact such as how you tried committing suicide a total of six times, that you've just recently moved here from Sunaga, that you're going to be a freshman in Konoha high, and a small note from you last psychologist saying that you've turned mute since your 2nd attempt at suicide; but you've kindly proven that 'fact' wrong for me today so I suspect that you view your sessions as troublesome and you keep yourself from talking to keep out of bothersome situations and to amuse yourself as you watch your psychologist break down in front of you because of your unresponsive, cold nature."
Bingo.
"You're going about it the wrong way though. If you really didn't want to attract unwanted attention to yourself, you should have smiled politely and answered your psychologist with sugar coated lies. Psychologists are dumb for the most part, but they do mean for the best. I'm sure that if you had tried hard enough, your sessions would have ended a long time ago as mine had. But then again, our cases are different. I truly do believe that I was mentally ill and I regret the death of my family; my psychologist saw that, and we stopped our sessions as soon as he thought I was stable. I'm not so pathetic to go slicing my wrists open or overdosing on medication whenever I feel as though God created me for the sole purpose of suffering." The older boy now sent a glare of his own to the red head. Clearly, he was against the idea of suicide. Gaara gave the older boy a smirk.
"It looks like your not an idiot after all."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
It's quiet again and both boys would have felt the awkward tension around them if they were not so socially inept. Instead, they just sat in silence; Gaara waiting for Uchiha-sensei to arrive and the other boy smoking contently. Gaara turned his attention to the boy next to him when the he opened his mouth to speak.
"My name's Itachi, by the way."
"You talk too much," Itachi chuckled at Gaara's reply. Silence greeted the two boys again and uncharacteristically, Gaara was the first to break it.
"Is Uchiha always this late?" He asked.
"He's never late for anything,"
"Then what is he now?"
Itachi just shrugged. "Smoking?" Gaara gave the boy in front of him one final look before getting up from his seat and making his way to the door. "Leaving?"
"Hn,"
Itachi smiled. "Say hi to Sasuke for me," Gaara decided to ignore the older, obviously still slightly crazy nineteen year old, leaving him by himself in Uchiha-senseis bare apartment.
-to be continued-
sj: yes, I know Neji hasn't made an appearance yet but he will :) I haven't fully decided if i want Gaara to end up with Neji though.. maybe Itachi... or Sai xP (I have a thing for long haired ass holes xD.. not that Sai's hair is long.. but it looks like it was meant to be xP) but who he ends up with depends on a mixture between me, my beta, and my lovely reviewers, so please, leave reviews :)
