This ones a bit of a crack fic. GaaNeji. You get the drill by now

Disclaimer: I AM NOT THE FATHER! Of Naruto or Naruto Shippuden :3

Warnings: Little OOC on Gaara's end

Another Life

Gaara fiddled with the camera on the tripod in his bathroom to absolutely no end, searcing for just the right angle for the video. The small, but reliable bathroom door was locked. A porcelain sink underneath an oval shaped ruby mirror held a large range of tools and shades from lip liner to bronzer brushes, even elmer glue sticks. Why did the fiery redhead need all this one would ask? A makeup video tutorial, of course. He didn't know where it started, but ever since he was a little boy, he always found the elaborate designs crafted by makeup to be fascinating. He remembers raiding his sister, Temari's, makeup stash in her dresser and drawing on his face for hours. Then, something magically known as YouTube arrived and he saw other guys just like him dabbling in the magic of makeup.

Drag Queens.

Tall, glamorous, and hotter than most girls Gaara knew, the vixens gave him an entirely new perspective on beauty that he wanted to be involved in. So he saved up his allowances made through chores and stupid dares requested by his brother to get all of the necessities: paint stick, foundation, concealers, wigs, bronzer, lipsticks, eyelashes, eyeshadow palettes... The works basically, just to name a few. He did a video on his beauty supplies if one would want to know more. Nights alone that could be doing more.. cough.. productive things for a boy his age were spent searching tutorials, constant tries and fails, and binge watching of Ru Paul's Drag Race.

Hey, to learn from the masters he had to sacrifice time. And time he had. Aside from his boyfriend Neji and school, he was devoted to his subscribers, pumping out a new beauty video every Sunday when everyone was away doing social things that he never understood. Think back at his stoic brunette, he wondered how much longer he'd be able to hold this act up around him. Though he was sure that Neji would never leave him over something so fabulous, his perspective might never be the same when looking at him. Better or worse is up for debate. Said Hyuga is supposed to pick him up around 2 for another romantic night out that always manages to make the redhead swoon and dizzy in love. It was 11am, he'd have to get started on this video now.

Pressing the recording button, the emotionless boy suddenly came to life in front of the screen.

"Welcome my beautiful beautiful darlings to yet again another tutorial. As we all know, it's my least favorite time of the year: Christmas. But I won't spoil it for the rest of you so this week I'll be doing a naughty Mrs. Clause for your holiday pleasure. So let's get started."

Narrating his actions, Gaara cleaned his face and went about priming with an urban decay product, a personal favorite. Foundation came next and a few more steps later, he was half way done. Finished with his eyeliner, he used a tweezer after glueing the dramatic lashes to place them.

"Take your time with this part, it's a bit tricky if you're a beginner," he quietly advised. "There. On a fini. Now on to our eyebrows. I use Sumitra Beauty Imlee eye brow pencil in chocolate rain since I'll be rocking a white wig. Dark brows just go perfectly with light colored hair if done right."

An hour later, the wig was placed on his pretty little head. The awkward teenage boy was now transformed into a vivacious queen in drag. Kissy faces and intense blinking and winking thrown at the camera, the confident 17 year old cringed in shock at the sound of a knock on the door. Who the hell could it be?! Gaara always had at least 3 hours to do whatever on Sunday, the only person he could think of that would intervene in that is..

"Neji?"

"Gaara, why are you in the bathroom talking to yourself?"

Pure terror etched into his face at the question that he dodged with another question. "Why are you early? I t-thought we planned at 2." Nice job, Gaara, just stuttered. He'll know something's up now. "First of, it is 1:50. Second, did the great Gaara of the Sandbox just stutter? Open the door, you're up to something."

No no no, this can't be happening. Why Kami of all the days! Why now!?

"I'm just using the bathroom why would I be up to something maybe you're up to something," he rambled excuse after excuse but eventually he caved in and unlocked the door to hell that surely broke loose. Stunned at the sight before him, Neji took in the appearance of his boyfriend slowly with furrowed eyebrows. He bit off a laugh. Though over dramatic and caked with makeup, he couldn't deny that the redhead look absolutely delicious.

"So how long has this been going on," he asked, referring to the personal boutique and camera with a glance.

The drag queen looked down at the slightly white tiles in shame. "2 years." The white eyed man came closer to him, in view of the camera, to observe closer. The boy's already feminine jaw was softened with bronze, the red on his lips complimented his turquoise eyes rather well. A hand reached up to caress a blushing cheek as he leaned closer. He pecked his lips and his cheeks. "I think it's utterly adorable and sexy. You shouldn't be so insecure." Walking out, he called for the blushing redhead to wrap up the video while he waits in the car. Stunned and flustered, Gaara turned towards the camera. "Um.. that was my boyfriend, Neji who you will see more often now that he knows. Here comes the fan art and ship names. Bye darlings, til next week!" Taking off the makeup, he quickly showered and changed into everyday date attire and joined his boyfriend in the car who gladly teased and interviewed the redhead on the details of his other life.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading, mustaches! I'm not the only one that could see Gaara as a total drag queen, am I? Depending on the response, I might extend this to another chapter of maybe the boyfriend tag?