Inperfections of the Human Mind;
Chapter1: Crawling
Hey Hina here, miss me?
Course ya did
Gaara:In your bloody mind
Subaku:Shut it emo
Gaara:Make me hag
Subaku: *glares* Asshole
Gaara:Bitch
Subaku:Fag
Gaara:Virgin
Subaku: Go kiss ass
Gaara: I don't kiss it, I fuck it
*Lee enters the room*
Lee: Subaku-chan and Gaara-chan are not availabe at the moment.....
Subaku: YOU DON'T FUCK IT, YOU GET FUCKED!
Gaara: At least I know how to spell my name right, bitch
Subaku: GO KISS ASS YOU LITTLE BACK FUCKER!
Gaara: Oh, so now I'm the pitcher?
Lee: *blushes* Subaku-chan owes nothing but the plot of this story, all Naruto characters or quotes of Like Being Dead by Ellen Miller do not and will never be hers, this is pure fiction made by an over imaginative girl with a bad life.
Subaku:WHAT YOU SAY EYEBROWS!
Gaara: WHAT YOU SAID TO HIM?!
Lee:Oh dear Lord..
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"OH! I love your skin!"
"Oh, you like it?" He said looking down at his arm.
He smirked twistedly up at the consumer."Gimme three more years and it's all yours"
The woman stared appauled, slowly walking away from the red headed teen.
Gaara merely stared as the woman's figure left his view. Stupid cow
"Now, now Gaara-san, don't treat potentional customers that way"
Gaara frowned in displeasure watching as he heard his boss walk towards him.
Fuck
Gaara stared at the horrible image that was his boss as he stood in front of him, his body turned completely towards him.
"Gaara, it seems that this shop has had the lowest sale ratings since you've joined my hummble business"
A girl a few feet away snickered quickly stopping as Gaara began to glare at her, looking back Gaara came into a trance on the huge things on his boss' face (here's a hint; they aren't pimples!).
Those eyebrows...are soo...HUGE!
Gaara watched his boss' lips move but completely ignored what was coming out of them.
Was he getting fired?
Finally
But no, his boss; 'Gai-sensei' didn't believe in firing anyone, n-o-o-o-o, this asshole was too optimistic for that type of shit, no matter how hard (well deepending on how you looked at it) Gaara tried, the bastard never gave up hope..yet.
Gaara smirked.
My psychiatrist can go to hell, getting this guy to crack in going to be amusing.
If an outsider had been looking close enough they would have notices for the first time a glint of eery happiness appearing on Gaara's usual empty, aqua green eyes.
"And so I have decided to have my brilliant nephew work with you to bring prices up!"
Gaara blinked up at his boss, missing (thankfully), the speech of spirit and youth he'd just been blabbering on about for the past five or so minutes.
Just as Gaara caught on he heard the shop door open, those miserable bells chimming happily away.
"Ah, speak of the devil, here he is!" Gai proclaimed in his harty Elvis voice.
Gaara felt his heart drop. HOLY SHIT.
He stood quietly gawking at the Gai-look-alike.
Shit, it's a motherfucking invasion.
Gaara mentally slapped himself.
I have to stop hanging around Naruto.
The Gai-look-alike smiled brightly, taking his hand out.
Gaara flinched.
Too..bright....
Gaara stepped back closing his eyes walking into a self.
If an outsider hadn't been blinded by the look-a-like's smile they would have seen the small crows circling around his head as he blacked out.
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"Gaara?"
Gaara blinked.
Holy shit..
"Mom? I thought nice women went to heaven, what are you doing in hell?"
Someone snickered.
Gaara blinked again, blinded by the white light.
Gaara flinched, covering his eyes. "Fuck, this is hell!"
"Ah, Gaara-san?"
Gaara took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the abnormally bright light.
"Hn?"
Gaara looked up at the younger version of his boss.
"Shit, did you die too?"
The teen laughed. "No Gaara-san , we're not dead, you're in the storage room"
Gaara began to look around. "Oh.."
Damn, so close.
Gaara rubbed his eyes. "How long have I been out?"
"An hour or so, you were mummbling alot so, we thought you were alright, if you're dizzy you can still lay down"
Gaara shook his head, lifting himself up. Where the hell did the bed come from?
"I'll be fine."
"Here let me help"
The mini-me (I love refering Lee like this, and now I actually have an excuse! YAY ME!{If you say I got this from Brenda (?) Song, so help me, I will cyber-slap you}) offered his hand, Gaara immediately slapped it away.
"I'm fine."
The Mini-me sighed, "Well, I'm Lee."
Gaara nodded, dusting himself off.
"Have a nice life then" Weirdo
With a simple thud of the storage door, Lee sighed.
Uncle,you weren't kidding when you said he was really difficult, were you?
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Gaara opened the door to his apartment.
"I'm here, if you guys are making out again, have the decency to stop until I get to my room."
Gaara waited until he heard a groan from Naruto and a chuckle from Sasuke coming from the living room.
"Gaara, there's some burgers in the frige, heat them up"
Nodding, he made his way towards the kitchen (covering his eyes!)Gaara opened the frige, plopping the burgers into the frige, he waited.
"Geez Sasuke, you act like his mother" Naruto said.
Gaara tried hard to ignore the blond mop of hair moving around while a portion of plae white skin was lifted. Who's idea was it to put the coach there?
"Naruto, s-stop"
Hearing the loud (annoying) beep, he hastily grabbed all neccesary items and ran to his room, making sure both men could hear the thud in the end.
"Now where were we?"
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Gaara sighed putting his ear phones (securely) in his ear while he cranked up Evanescence to the highest volume as he grabbed a book blindly from the shelf.
Like Being Dead.
Gaara raised an eyebrow.
"Never seen this before" He mummbled
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"What's going to kill you, your tragic flaw, is that you fucking survive everything. You survive unbelievable shit. Dying would be a relief, and there's no relief for you"
Gaara held to the last words, the character; Margarita had spoken to the self distructive character; Ilyana.
No relief for you...
Gaara gulped in fear but kept reading.
"This world is too fucking mean to kill you; the world doesn't want you to die, it wants you to suffer"
Gaara rubbed his temples.
Paranoia, it's just paranoia, don't take this shit too seriously.
"You're fucked" Gerry said, his voice strong and clear for the first time in hours.
"World's got you by the short and curlies. You're going to be a thousand years old, hunched over like Mother Russia, rocking in your chair, suffering all the burdens of the world."
Immediately, Gaara shut the book.
Laying it on the night stand, Gaara got off his bed, completely forgeting his burger laying beside him as he headed for desk.
Turning his computer on he immediately checked his e-mail, scanning over junk mail and spam until he found something worth looking at, it was from Temari; his sister.
Gaara merely sighed and pressed delete.
Why do I even bother?
Clicking on all current e-mails he pressed delete, watching his inbox suddenly become empty like himself.
Life is way too pathetic to care anymore...
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Subaku:So wha cha think? shitty, crappy or pathetic? please review, i'll need as much feedback as possible.
Gaara: *tied on a leash* Don't you get it? People don't read you're shit, you will never be a writer, NEVER!
Subaku: *a vien pops up* *clink*I love you too mofo.
Gaara:*mummbles* mother fucking bi...
Subaku:Whatwasthat?
Gaara: Go fuck yourself
Subaku: Please excuse the asshole, it's just his time of the month.
Gaara:BOYS DON'T HAVE PERIODS!
Subaku:Who says you're a boy in my story?
Lee:*hysterical* WHAT?!
Subaku: Bye-bye now