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I want to get straight to the point; this is a complete separate story from My Lovely Kazekage. It's better to think of it as a separate story, not a sequel or prequel. That's the top line, but now for some good news. I'm eventually going to start a prequel to My Lovely Kazekage. This time, it's before they got together and how. Thanks for reading this message. NOW READ, GOD DAMN YOU, READ! And review, you know I enjoy reading reviews from awesome audiences.

Japanese to English Key:

[name]-kun = referring to that person as a friend

[name]-san = being respectful to that person

[name]-donno= highest respect. Sometimes used for lovers.

[name]-danna= refers to that person being their master.

"Kimochi" = "it feels good"

"Yamede"= "stop"

"Itaii"= "it hurts"/ "ouch"

Judging by the little key I have, can anyone guess what's going to be in this story?? If you don't like that, then get out. Now.

Ch. 1 – Denial

Gaara knew one thing was a fact in this heartless world; the race of man was dominated by hormones, pure bodily needs and instinct. This was the perfect place to set as an example. The heat and sweat filled the air as strobe lights almost blinded him. He could spot Naruto out of the crowd, being as flirtatious as always. Gaara almost felt lonely as he drank his martini in the cushioned booth. If anything, Gaara wasn't disgusted or concerned about these controlling hormones. The body does some disturbing yet amazing things when these hormones get extreme.

The feel of a hand on his shoulder woke him from his train of thought.

"Hey, you're pretty cute," He felt a man whisper in his ear. "You know, my hotel room's not too far from here. In fact, it's practically next door to this club. Wanna have some fun?"

Naruto ran over, oblivious to the man behind Gaara. He was sweating and panting, red at the face as he screamed over the music, "Gaara-kun! Come dance, mother fucker!" Naruto took a deep chug of his water bottle. There was an awkward "silence", just before the man behind Gaara started to say, "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were with someone."

"No, he's just a friend," Gaara urged. "Let's go."

Gaara got up, giving a slip of paper to Naruto right as he walked past him with the man. Naruto watched them leave, and then opened the note and read, "Be back late." Gaara held the man's hand, pushing his way through the crowd. Truthfully, Gaara hated these places. He only went because Naruto needed a 'safety buddy'…not to mention Gaara needed his fix of satisfaction. After all, it was an all male club. Gaara was open to any man, though he'd never admit it. All the nasty and cruel words the others would call him…

The strobe lights almost drowned out bad thoughts. Finally, after what felt like a mile long hustle, Gaara could see the door. He looked back once to make sure the guy was willing to go with him, then, with the free hand he opened the exit that led outside near the streets. The awful music and sounds dulled when they finally closed the door.

"The hotel's just down the street there," said the guy. Gaara could see him clearly now. He had brown hair and smooth pale skin. Gaara casually slipped his hand in his back pocket, just to make sure his condoms were still where he put them. He wasn't naïve; he knew what was coming next. Without any shame, Gaara accepted this. After all, that's all love was. Love, he found, was just the instinct to satisfy physical urges and nothing more.

The guy's hotel room was tolerable, but Gaara still saw it as a low-class environment. The bed was huge, a bit bigger than a king-sized. Gaara looked around when the man was in the bathroom getting ready.

'He must have a lover…that would explain the bed size.' Gaara thought, feeling the bed sheets.

The guy called out from the bathroom, "So, do you have a favorite stance?"

Gaara leaned up against the bed, uncaring, "Not really."

All Gaara really wanted was to get his fix that night. He didn't know this man, but even satisfaction from a totally stranger was worth it.

Gaara walked down the hotel hallway; hand in his pocket feeling the paper money.

His last conversation with Gaara was, "Let me pay you for your trouble."

"No, I'm not a whore you can just pay," Gaara replied. "I'm leaving anyways."

"Can I at least know your name?"

"No," Gaara said. "You'd just miss me and that would be a hassle."

The man handed him the money, insisting on Gaara taking it. Gaara just wanted out of there fast, but now he regretted taking it.

'I better not let Naruto-kun see me like this,' he thought. 'He would only tease me…"

The next morning was easier. Gaara always hung out with Naruto in the mornings.

Gaara sat on the ledge of a brick wall, Naruto leaning up next to him. Off in the distance were the training grounds, trees covering the area. Konoha village was always teeming with trees and flowers, making Gaara homesick sometimes. Gaara starred into the training area, spying on someone. Lee was over in the open space, bashing at the large training logs. Every time he kicked, splitters went flying. Gaara felt an anxiety attack coming on. But it was a mystery; he never felt this way around Naruto or anyone else. It's only Lee that gives him the urge to run far away but stay at the same time.

"So, did you even know that guy last night?" Naruto snapped Gaara out of daydreaming.

"Yeah," he lied. "I knew him from the Suna."

Naruto saw through the lie. "Oh," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "So I guess that was a great reason for you to leave me and have sex with him?"

Gaara looked down at his feet, knowing what was coming next. "No, we just decided to catch up. We did nothing like that…"

"Bull shit," Naruto looked away from Gaara. "I thought we were safety buddies, Gaara! What if I got date raped?"

"I'm sorry," Gaara said, embarrassed. "It never crossed my mind--"

"So you let your horny needs get in the way of a night out with your friend at the local club??" Naruto shouted. "Stop being a god damn slut!"

"I'm not!" Gaara snapped back.

A familiar voice silenced the arguing, "Hey guys! What's wrong?"

It was Lee. Towel in hand, he dried off the sweat from his face. Gaara felt that jolt of pain in his chest again. He wanted to run away, but at the same time was curious about what he was feeling. Gaara felt like he wanted to cover his face in shame; Naruto just called him a slut on front of Lee!

"Gaara's being a bad friend, that's what's wrong," Naruto mumbled, crossing his arms and looking away.

Lee looked Gaara in the eyes, making Gaara want to vanish, "Why? What happened?"

Naruto began to growl, "We went to the club last night and Gaara had to be a slut and run off with a random guy!"

Lee frowned, "Naruto, you're accusing Gaara of not being a good friend, yet I do not think a true friend calls other friends 'sluts.'"

Naruto was silent for a while, processing the fact that Lee just told him off, and then gave a small grunt in frustration. Gaara's heart throbbed, making him feel somewhat happy. For the first time in a while, Gaara felt like he had the right to stand up for himself.

'Lee-kun is really kind,' Gaara thought. 'No one has ever stood up for me before…'

Lee smiled at Gaara, making his heart race. Gaara managed a faint grin back, but he hoped he wasn't red at the face.

"Hey! Sakura-san!" Naruto shouted and waved. Walking past was the pink haired girl, skinny as a rail and obviously proud of it. Lee whirled around, gazing at her. She waved back at them, walking away.

'Lee has to be straight,' Gaara thought giving Sakura an ugly look. 'He's liked Sakura-san since we were in the exams.'

Gaara looked back down at his shoes in misery. Lee wasn't some guy he could hook up with at the club, and he sure as hell wasn't getting with Gaara anytime soon. Gaara bit his lip as he heard Lee say farewell and run off with Sakura.

'Damn…'