Dedicated to my best friend, Ayane Kazaragi
Disclaimer-It is ALL yours Kishimoto-sensei
Rated M-'coz they gots dirty mouths and Temari's a yaoi lover and loooves to express it!
Gaara and Neji are both around 22 in an art studio. (Both manga artists) THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT BUT THIS JUST A LIL TASTE
Rose Weeds
Chapter One: Tomorrow and Tomorrow
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At times like this, man, Gaara really hated everything. He JUST wanted to grow up alone, finish school, find a house alone and live alone, all successful up until now.
Temari had just made it clear he wasn't going to die alone. Oh no, she was going to find him a handsome and tall man that could take Gaara's I-hate-everything-and-imma-'bout-to-kill-you glare. Who made themselves Buddha and declared him gay?
Ha, his lovely sister.
"What about Lee?" The blond suggested pacing as her rather stoic brother sat in his office chair.
If Gaara was in the mood for laughing, shit, he'd be balling on the floor. "Funny. I'd wax his eyebrows first." Seriously, Lee? His best friend besides Naruto? Very funny indeed…
Temari snorted, "Look Gaara, anyone can see you so fucking unhappy! Quit the shit and work with me!" She stopped her walking and glared at Gaara directly to make her point.
'I am not unhappy, being alone is my happiness.' The truth was he was just seriously sexually frustrated. Or was it that he had no one to pick on since his idiot of a friend got together with an Uchiha? Or that his other youth obsessed friend got a new pink whore (in his opinion) that could kick his ass anytime, any day (in her opinion)? It SURE didn't bother him they got laid ANYTIME they wanted.
The youngest Sabaku could just remember the last time he got laid…right?
'1, 2, 3 years ago?' His face went from calmed to an expression trying to search for that person who took his non-precious virginity. 'What was that bastard's name?'
Temari softened her look as she realized what that look was...the when-was-I-last-laid? Her poor, poor brother. Luckily she had a good lazy lay every single night. Temari is proud. 'But I should get him to take belly dancing lessons with me…' Her bizarre thoughts were interrupted by Gaara's soft spoken words.
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
"To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.."
Gaara looked at his sister and waited for that question. '…Troublesome that I remember that…'
"Neji?" The four pony tailed woman asked sort of stunned. How could he remember that quote that Neji whispered? 'Such a bastard he was. Not one of my favourites…' she thought placing a finger on her chin.
"Yes…N-N-The Hyuuga…" Gaara seized out. He just couldn't let himself say his name. After all Neji was The Hyuuga who stole his non-important virginity and then left right after that leaving him with some harsh but well rehearsed Shakespeare. Being so broken up inside, he went to his sister. 'Well SHE, only days before that seduced a younger man…Shikamaru is so whipped.' After confessing that he screwed a man and then trying to persuade her that he was NOT gay she sort of helped him coop with something she called 'misery.'
"Eh-Gaara…do you still-uh-love…Neji?" The blonde gulped. There was only one answer to this question; no. 'It has to be no, if not then…he won't find happiness.'
Her eyes saddened as she realized happiness never really came for her sibling. Gaara was down it that department; he always was, as a child, an emotionless teen and sort of as an adult. The only time he expressed a fair amount of emotion is that time their father took it a little to far while their occasional beatings (a/n: abusive father and it doesn't happen anymore) and when the maroon headed man was telling his account of his love making session with The Hyuuga. He was so alive and the way he moved his hands to express a countless amount of passion that went on and how his eyes became a little livelier. Temari surely didn't miss any of that while he was trying to convince her that 'The Youngest Sabaku' was NOT a 'Homosexual.'
The blonde inwardly snorted, 'not gay my ass!' But a reply interrupted her memories.
"I wish I could understand how you have sex with someone and then love them. To me that is foolishness. To only love someone because you saw their body and their state of weakness and pleasure is not love, just pure sinful lust."
Gaara's light eyes widened as he recalled the weakness and pleasure of one night. The man knew this wasn't a serious thing but everything that brunette put into their movements was unthinkable. 'Wonder how he acts with people he does 'love.'
…Love. What is love Gaara? Well hell like he knew? He was a romance manga artist and didn't even experience true love that people often do. Love was sort of like…ahh…rose. Yea, a rose; it's fresh when you cut it off its vine but in a couple of days the vibrant color, the soft texture and tender petals fall one by one. They all die, all roses die. That's what Gaara thought of love; it's nice at first but then the petals fall and its get old fast. It was a huge was a time to take care of roses. It was a huge was of energy to take care of love.
It was probably a waste to Neji too…That's why Gaara didn't want to love or ever love, just because those harsh words were whispered to him after he gathered up all his courage to open his eyes and wish that his previous lover was besides him.
Tomorrow Gaara will never come for us.
Yesterday was a mistake just like everything we will do tomorrow.
I'm afraid I won't be there to make them with you.
Goodbye 'till tomorrow.
Gaara covered his face with both hands, as if trying to shield his mind from the sweet nothings Neji said to him.
Everything was a mistake in his life, his birth and existence. Gaara's life was a huge flaw in the tomorrows of time. There was only one error his never wanted to erase and only one petal his didn't want to fall.
The only hour he and Neji laid together with nothing to say, no feelings to express and absolutely no more kisses to be shared because it wasn't needed.
They both understood what it meant.
To Neji, there were no tomorrows and to Gaara, roses were useless weeds.
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Alright then...
Reviews if you like it. I love me some critics! If you want any other pairings just tell me. SORRY ITS NOT REALLY PROOF READ! (it is like 12:06 in the USA right now!)
-poem by beastly Shakesheare 3
Next Chapter: A new manga artist joins Gaara in the office...
He speaks Shakespheare very well.