Akai here bringing you more Neji/Gaara goodness. This'll be a joint fic with my mate, Corvin. I'll do one chapter, she'll do the next. So since i'm starting off, i'm writing all the odd numbered chapters and she's got even numbers. Got it memorized?
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This is a VAMPIRE fic. Just because me and Corvin are random and cool like that. Gay vampires? Yes. You a fan? Please read and enjoy. Reviews are very much appreciated. Don't like don't read.
This chapter is really rather short. Just setting things up and seeing how many of you lovely folk enjoy the fic.
Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. If i did much yaoi would ensue. I do not own Mark Twain or any of his works. I simply enjoy reading them. (You should check out the Mysterious Stranger, great book.) I do not own Boats and Birds nor do i own Gregory and the Hawk. I simply enjoy the song and am using the title for now. It may or may not change. That depends on how the story progresses and what Corvin wants.
Gaara shot out of his bed and surveyed his surroundings. That was certainly his room. And these were certainly his clothes. "Was it all a dream?" he wondered aloud looking out the window piecing together his memories of that night.
The redhead sat on that same old bridge again. He came here to think often. To contemplate the reason for his existence or if he existed at all which often make him think he read far too many books. The most recent one was Mark Twains the Mysterious Stranger. That had been quite the mind fuck as Gaara had so eloquently put it to his brother.
But yes, night after night the insomniac came and sat on this bridge listening to the wave's crash underfoot. It was calming. The sweet burn of salt in his nostrils cleared his thoughts. The wind blowing through his hair made him smile slightly, Just a twitch of his lips that could barely be distinguished from his usual scowl.
"So what will it be tonight, Gaara? Will you have the courage?" a voice asked from behind him. He turned and was faced with a familiar face.
"What are you doing here Sasuke?" he asked raising a brow at his classmate. "I come here to watch you sometimes. My boss is interested in you."
"Interested in me?"
In an instant the petite boy was surrounded by –he counted- five men in strange cloaks. Sasuke charged at him with a knife and Gaara quickly grabbed the arm the knife was in and twisted so the knife was being pressed against Sasuke's throat rather then his own. "Hm, and I thought I was going to be a knight in shining armor" said a pale-eyed man who was dusting his clothes off after killing the four other men.
"Neji" Sasuke gasped before he disappeared.
Gaara searched his clothes and found the knife securely in one of his pockets. "So it did happen…" he said crossing his arms over his chest. "Neji, huh? Well… this'll be interesting…"
Hope you all enjoyed.
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