Me: Uh hello, I hope you enjoy the story.

Gaara: Your a moron and I hate you.

Me: NEH? Why so mean? Is it because your uke?

Gaara:...

Me: Haha

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Warning: This is YAOI!, shounen ai, boyxboy, narugaara, homosexual relationships! I don't know how to make it anymore clearer.

Side notes: I do not know Gaara's Mother's or Father's names. So if I get to confusing on them feel free to tell.

Oh and I am willing to try and write a lemon, but I should tell you I have never written one before so if you want me to write one.

Please say so in the reviews

Okay that's it ^.^ I hope you like the story.

"So you think you can just go around yelling at our children like that, in a drunk montage!" Screamed Gaara's mother, unknowing to the redhead's presence.

"Please don't yell at me sweetheart, I'm sorry" His Father whined, as he rubbed his temples with a pained look on his face. "I can't deal with any loud noises right now, please?" He stated

Gaara walked out of the room after listening to the beginning of their fight, he hated when they fought.
'No wonder Temari left with that Shikamaru kid' Gaara thought as he headed up the stairs to his room. His parents loved eachother somehow, 'even if they didn't show it' he reminded himself.

Gaara sat down in the chair by his desk and got a book out 'How to deal with divorcing or fighting parents' the book wrote in bold letters on the front page. He didn't think he really needed it, his parents weren't 'that' angry with each other. He put the book away and was about to get up until he heard a loud crash downstairs.

"Look what you did! That was my favorite plate!" Screamed Gaara's mother.

'Maybe I do need to read this book' Gaara sighed as he withdrew the book from the shelf and opened to the first page. "Step one: Figure out why your parents are fighting" the book wrote. "Well that's easy, my father is coming home drunk and yelling at me and Kankuro, well when Kankuro is here." Gaara stated matter-of-factly. Kankuro had only showed up at the house once a week to see how Gaara was then he'd leave.

Gaara sighed as he wrote down in a notebook as to why his parents were fighting. Gaara loved his mother very much, but when it came to nagging she was the queen. When ever his father got home from his job, his mother would just complain about her day. Then she would blame him(Gaara's father) for everything that went wrong.

Gaara's father at first had trued to ignore it, but soon he started telling her how annoying she was. After a while Gaara's father just came home drunk everynight, one night he didn't comeback at all and Gaara's mother had to call the police.
Only to find that Gaara's father had gotten really drunk and hired a hooker, then he passed out in the car.
His mother had cried for 3 hours straight that night. While his Father slept on the living room couch.

'This book isn't gonna fix anything' thought Gaara as he put the book back into the shelf, and headed to his bed to lay down.

Gaara got out his ipod and turned on a song by System of a down. They were a christian rock band Gaara had recently gotten into.

Gaara wasn't a Christian, still he liked the beats and the voices, plus he really didn't have a problem with religions so it didn't matter to him. His lids felt heavy and he began to close his eyes. That was until something caught his attention though and it was the clock, Gaara looked at the clock

"It's only 8pm way to early to be going to sleep" Gaara thought, school started next week so he didn't want to mess up his sleeping schedule by falling asleep to early and not being able to go to sleep at night.

Gaara turned off his ipod and sat up, he rubbed his eyes careful not to smudge his eyeliner. A lot of kids had given him crap about the eyeliner, but he'd always tell them he wore the eyeliner because he wanted to and for no other reason.

Gaara looked out his window the sun was setting earlier than usual, not that it was a bad thing. Gaara loved the night but earlier nights meant school. ' Perfect More kids who will stare at me and ridicule me, oh we shouldn't forget my one friend who will bug the living hell out of me' Gaara said in a sarcastic-toxic tone. Yes Gaara had one friend and her name was Hinata, she was as quiet and sweet as a deer, except when she was around Gaara. Then she would be annoying and talkative. Gaara loved Hinata but only as a sister. She once admitted to Gaara she had "special feelings" for him but he told her he "Just didn't feel the same way".
They did not talk for a while, but in the matter of 2 weeks they got back to there normal friendship.

Gaara rolled to his other side and looked out his other window. He noticed something weird, The house next to him had the upstairs lights on. No one had lived in that house for almost a year.
'How could someone had moved in without my noticing' Gaara wondered. He then noticed a man walking out of the house, scratch that a teen. 'He couldn't be living there by himself could he?'Gaara questioned. Gaara then noticed the kid take a sharp turn and realized were he was heading , "Why is he coming here?" Gaara said as he ran down the steps to the front door.

"I'm gonna go out for a bit, I'll still be in the neighborhood though bye!" Gaara said as he rushed out the door. He almost fell when he missed a step, but regained his footing.
He realized that if the kid was coming here he should just stay on the porch. Gaara sighed as he sat down on the steps, he waited there for a good 10 minutes.
"Maybe I was mistaken, he could have been walking over to get something" Gaara said as he got up and began to walk inside.

As soon as Gaara got up and had turned around he realized he was not alone anymore.

"Hello" said a silky voice.

There you go! I know it was really confusing no? I am still trying to find my writing style so sorry if I made the story hard to understand..

I pretty much already have the second chapter written out, so I could upload it I just want 1 or 2 reviews please. I might do it even if I don't get the reviews but I just want to make sure someone is reading this..

Uh Reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed. Just don't be to harsh, feel free to correct me on my mistakes (in a polite and mannered way).

If your really rude I will ignore you.

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