Story Title: Chartreuse
Chapter Title: Prelude
Main Pairings: Neji x Gaara (Yes, that means yaoi.), Sasuke x Naruto, Kanky x ??? (-gasp- Who could it be?... No really, I need ideas. D:), and possible Shikamaru x Temari.
Warnings: Boy on boy loving, drugs, eating disorders, cursing, and filthy rich bastards.
Disclaimer: Naruto ain't mine. ;3
Also, this is my first work published on :) So, if I did anything incorrectly could someone please tell me?
Thanks, enjoy.
A thin line of grey fled to the top of the stopped automobile.
The line turned and curled, curved and thickened, eventually disappearing into the cool air that entered from the open window next to the driver.
In the back seat a pair of pale greens inspected the trail of smoke as it traveled up and out. They watched as an arm brushed out of the open window, resting slightly to tap the thin flaming stick on the metal surface in the cool outside. The eyes tried to follow the red embers that were released behind the car, but they faded to grey in mere moments.
"I swear Temari," choked a brunette that reclined against the cool glass window in the passenger seat. "If you don't stop smoking in the freaking car I'm going to kill you." A tan hand was clenched into a fist for unnecessary emphasis.
"Aw, shut up Kankuro, you big baby. It isn't your business anyway." Blonde ponytails were tossed so an older sister could turn to glare at her lazy brother. "Besides, I'm older; I can do what I want." The teenage girl turned her head back to watch as the stoplight turned green, and proceeded to drive to the new high school that the teenagers were being forced to attend.
"Aw, c'mon Temari, you know that argument doesn't work anymore." Dark eyes were rolled before they moved to stare out the window.
"Will you two just stop?" muttered a small red head from the leather backseat, cursing beneath his breath and wishing he were anywhere but here.
Sabaku no Gaara, age 15, bassist in the suddenly popular band, "Chartreuse."
Moody, bold, and easily angered, Gaara is the youngest sibling in the three member band, consisting of two brothers and an older sister.
An all around negative, violent person, Gaara is certainly not for the feint of heart.
Gaara scoffed the first time he saw this posted under his 'Band Bio' on Chartreuse's main website. Someone must have thought they were going to get paid the big bucks when they were typing that. Riiight. He had made a mental note the moment he had seen it to complain about it to their manager
'Who was the dip-head writing the material on the website? They need to be fired, now. Especially if it's you.'
Looking back, Gaara considered that maybe this was part of the reason they were being carted off to high school again, but he had been hard on his manager on purpose. Never liking the man, upon meeting him Gaara had decided to try and make his new boss's life as miserable as possible.
Gaara had done a rather good job if he were to say so himself.
He had certainly made it an art to complain about everything he found unenjoyable in the least, an action that would undoubtedly drive even the most patient and experienced manager insane, not only because nobody likes to listen to someone whine, but because Gaara could find something to complain in even the simplest of moments.
Today Sabaku no Gaara did not want to be famous.
Sabaku no Gaara did not want to be chased down by fangirls.
Really, if Sabaku no Gaara was forced to sign another autograph he would quit.
Why did he have to buy his own lunch? The cashier is giving him devious looks. He's going to get raped if he goes up there, he knows it.
His manager constantly heard these complaints, among others, like how Gaara thought that it was less than desirable to act polite to people he didn't like, or to go places that he really didn't want to go, no matter how much it would profit the 'dumb' band.
Eventually their manager had had enough, quickly signing them up for a nearby private school and sending them off with the final excuse that 'They had been away from a structured environment for too long, especially Gaara who had better learn something from this or you can wave your contract goodbye.'
Gaara had been given a good talking about 'shaping up' after their manager had left their expensive apartment in a rush, in order not to hear the heated shouting Temari was starting to give. 'What did I do wrong?', 'What is your problem?', 'Why do you hate us?',and 'Since when are you this mean?' Before Gaara could get a word in 'Father isn't going to be happy about this!' was shouted and Temari stormed off in a huff.
Too bad for her that Gaara was already planning on having the crap smacked out of when daddy got home from another month-long business trip. His return was always a lovely bonding period the two shared whenever the siblings' father had a few spare moments and when Temari and Kankuro were suddenly no where to be seen. Yaay. Gaara knew he couldn't wait, and this little glitch was going to make everything twice as much fun.
The Sabaku was pulled from his thoughts as his eldest sibling's car pulled into the parking lot of a school titled 'Konoha High,' in big, beatiful letters of course. The surface of the road beneath them was suddenly smooth and rather nice compared to the dingy road they were just on. Gaara glanced wearily at the school, and found himself doing multiple double takes. It was huge, gorgeous, and rather expensive looking.
There were of course the main buildings, but Gaara also noted other bonuses, such as a huge green house filled the most exotic plants he had ever seen, a lovely tennis court with perfectly new nets, a pool that contained the bluest, prettiest water imaginable, and many large sport fields that actually had fresh, green grass.
Gaara was sure this was the wrong place. The old Sabaku's could never afford anything like this, not even anything close. Their last school was a dingy public place that couldn't even keep their bathrooms moderately clean. Even all the children were dirty, nasty things.
The boy knew that even with all the money they had earned from the band that this was still out of their range. Maybe this was the first place their manager found that would take them and didn't bother to worry about the costs, just getting rid of the nuisance, Gaara of course. Whatever the reason, Gaara was actually pleased to find himself here, or anywhere near here it was so beautiful. He wanted to examine every corner of this place and commit it to memory.
But, he was in the car, so he did the next best thing. He pressed his face to the window and stared. And stared. And stared.
"Knock it off Gaara, you're getting face prints on my window!" Temari huffed as she drove the car towards a carefully selected parking spot, the one she thought was closest to the entrance. "Really, what's gotten into you lately?" After she was sure she had parked the car correctly, she dutifully stopped it and ripped the keys out of their socket.
"C'mon guys, let's go." she sighed, hopping out of the car and telling Kankuro to hurry his ass up.
Short, I know, but it's an intro.
:) Teehee, tell me what you think.
