A/N: I know its short but yeah, R&R!
Chapter 1 – Russian roulette
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliette,
Out from the window see her backdrop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget.
Escape the fate – not good enough for truth in cliché
Here he was. Standing in the complete darkness that was his room, gun in hand. He knew what had to be done, that it was for the best. He couldn't continue living like this, the pain in his chest slowly killing him, and he knew it would never go away. He knew it was time to end his life, because there was no way he could ever be happy again. His sea foam green eyes lazily roamed the room, getting one last look before he finished himself. He froze instantly when his eyes landed on a framed picture, and he picked it up to examine one of the things he was leaving behind. In the picture were two boys, a blond and a redhead. The redhead had a slightly feminine face and body, his frame thin and petite, but he was anything but frail. There was a small smile on the ever passive boys face, and his sea foam green eyes, framed with thick eyeliner to cover the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, betrayed the happiness he was really feeling. The other boy, the blond, was openly grinning, his taller, more masculine yet childish figure standing over the small boy, even though both were the same age of fourteen.
He couldn't take it anymore. Looking at the picture of happier times, two years ago, before everything changed, was sending the pain through his chest until it was unbearable. If HE never came along, everything would be just fine. They would still be happy. But that damn raven just HAD to show his face, and ruin everything. He glanced at his young, red headed self, and the one and only hyperactive blond before he put the picture back on the shelf, face down.
He sat on his bed once again, the gun still in his hand. He slowly lifted the gun to his head, his finger on the trigger. He knew he didn't want to leave his best friend, but the yellow ball of energy was happy now that he had the raven, and he knew he wouldn't be able to watch them be happy together. He knew he would die happy, as long as he knew that his one and only, the only person he would ever be able to love, was happy.
A slow smile graced his lips, before he added pressure to the trigger. A loud bang was heard throughout the house as his figure was surrounded in a bright light.
"Gaara, come on! We're gonna be late for school!" A loud, obnoxious blond shouted in his best friends face as he dragged him along. The red head, named Gaara, followed his loud fried silently, his slightly feminie face as passive as ever.
"Naruto, let go of my hand," Gaara ordered in his usual, rarely used monotone voice. Naruto just rolled his eyes as he let go, and allowed Gaara to follow him on his own.
Many often wondered how it was possible for the two of them to be so close, when they were so obviously not compatible personality wise, but they made their friendship work, and they had been for three years now. Naruto was Gaara's first friend, and it was the same for Naruto. They were the only person each of them had in their time of need, when they were completely alone and the world had turned its back on them.
It only took them about ten minutes to walk to their destination; Konoha high school. It was large, public high school, with an extremely high in-school fighting rate. Gaara's black framed sea foam green eyes lazily roamed the school, catching sight of a student he had never seen there before. A raven haired boy with onyx eyes, his expression just as blank as the redhead. He was tall. A lot taller than both of the boys, and he seemed very sure of himself. That alone was enough to cause the red head to approach him, feeling the desire to knock the larger boy from the pedestal he seemed to be on, if the look he gave everyone else was anything to go by. He was looking at every single person he passed like they were below him.
Gaara calmly walked over to the boy who was, obviously, at least a year older than him, and stared him down. He could tell that the raven was sizing him up, trying to decide if he was any form of a threat. After a moment, it seemed his mind was made up, and he made a move to leave. Gaara watched the boys back as he began to leave before he decided to stop him.
"Fight me," Gaara's voice came out as a monotonous drawl, the usual tone he used when talking to people. The raven visibly stiffened, before he turned to face the redhead.
"Why?" Gaara was shocked at the boy's voice. He expected a low, menacing voice to come from the taller boy's lips, but that didn't seem to be the case, as the sound that escaped was like silk. Smooth and attractively innocent seeming. Not as rough as he was expecting at all.
"Because I do not like you," Gaara however, didn't betray the shock he felt on his face. The tall raven turned to walk way again, but Gaara stopped him by grabbing the back of his shirt and slamming him face first against the brick wall of the school. "Fight. Me." He growled in his rough voice, anger the only emotion he was allowing to show. His display of violence seemed to get through to the larger boy, as he threw the first punch, aiming it at Gaara's face. Unfortunately for the raven, Gaara was too quick, as he has always been in every single fight he was in. He was untouchable, and never before had anyone other than Naruto been able to lay a hit on him.
Gaara punched the raven multiple times, easily getting the upper hand and pinning the larger boy down.
"Gaara stop it!" Suddenly he was being yanked off the raven by a yellow blur. "Are you okay?" Naruto asked the raven after he knew Gaara wouldn't attack him again.
"Hn," The raven grunted as he stood, wiping the blood away from his split lip. He eyed Gaara wearily for a moment, unsure if he would attack again.
"What is your name?" Gaara questioned unemotionally, his glare still focused on the raven.
"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, I am rather curious about you also, who are you?" The boy, now known as Sasuke, was looking at Gaara blankly, making the red head wonder if he really was curious, or was just asking out of formality.
"I am Gaara Sabaku," Gaara turned to leave as he spoke. He was almost inside the school building before he called to his best friend to follow him, and Naruto shot Sasuke a smile before hurrying after his friend.
"Gaara, why did you have to fight him? Why can't you just make friends?" Naruto whined as they took their seats in the back of the class, Gaara next to the window, while Naruto was sitting between him and a vacant seat.
"Because, he thinks he is better than others, and so I do not believe he has a right to be able to walk around with his head high. He deserves worse than what I gave him," Gaara growled out, still angry that Naruto had interrupted his fight with Sasuke. He wanted to beat that punk so badly he wouldn't be able to walk. He wanted that kid eating his food through a straw for at least a month. But no, Naruto had to go and ruin his fun. He didn't understand why Naruto had to be friends with EVERYONE, and it was truly grating on his last nerve. How could one person want to accept everyone? Gaara had only ever accepted Naruto. Not even his siblings had reached him.
Not even five minutes into the class, the very raven they were talking about entered the room, before being directed to the only available seat. The one next to Naruto.
The moment the raven sat down, Gaara was glaring at him, but as expected, Naruto just made conversation, obviously trying to befriend the boy. Not liking this idea Gaara instantly silenced Naruto with a glare, and a look promising they would discuss the matter later, away from prying ears.
The class was easy for Gaara. Every class was. He had no need to pay attention during lessons, because he had a perfect memory, and so if the teacher was discussing something, even if he wasn't listening he could remember it perfectly.