Smothered
Disclaimer: I don't own it, why do you think that I'm writing this?
Rating: R
Pairings: Gaara/Neji, Naruto/Sasuke, Kakashi/Iruka, Zabuza/Haku, Lee/Sakura
Prologue
Gaara walked up the steps of his new school, it was bothering him, it was his first day here at this place and no one was there.
The bell rang, and Gaara knew he had become late. "Dammit," he swore rushing into the building.
"Hold on there, young man." said a cold voice, "Who are you and where do you think your going?" the person asked.
"My name is Gaara. Homeroom." he stated, glaring at the woman in front if him. She was working on his nerves. "May I go now? Or do you need something for that too?"
"You must be the new student." she said, looking at his face closely. "Hurry up, Iruka and Kakashi-sensei's won't like it if you are too late for their class."
Gaara began to walk again when the woman stopped him again. "What's this 'thing' on your back, boy?"
"A gourd." he growled. Her hand was making it's way towards it, "Don't touch it."
"Fine, fine. Get moving, Boy. You don't want to be later than you already are." she said shoving him towards the room he was going towards.
The spikey red-head opened the door forcefully, "-zumaki Naruto?"
"Here!"
"Ah? Who are you, young man?" asked as taller man with silver hair and a mask covering everything but one of his eyes.
"Great." Gaara cursed. "I'm stuck in here with babies. "They must not trust me anymore to stick me in here with a batch of rookies..."
"What's your name?" the brown haired one tried.
"It's Gaara." he growled. "I'm outta here." Gaara turned to leave when he felt a hand on his gourd. "Keep your hands off."
"What's in it?" the silver haired man asked.
"Stuff from the dessert, y'know sand?" he said shoving Kakashi away.
"Looks like sweetheart here is already causing trouble." Zabuza said pulling Gaara towards one the empty desks by the windows. "Every one clear your desks away; I don't want any of you brats to bother him. Got it?"
"Hai, Zabuza-sensei." the chimed.
"What about you, Gaara?" Zabuza asked the boy, "Are you going to be a good boy, or do I need to send Haku in here to baby-sit?"
"Go to hell." he spat.
Zabuza slapped Gaara hard on the mouth, "You say that again, sweetie and I'll rip out the red in your hair." he growled. "Got it, Gaara?"
"...."
"Answer me, Gaara."
"Fine." Gaara said distastefully. "Get out of here."
Zabuza nodded and walked to the front of the classroom, "Make sure no one messes with Gaara. It could be trouble." he threatened, looking back up at Gaara who in-tern, grinned back down at him.
"Okay, Zabuza-sensei. We'll keep the trouble-makers away from Gaara-chan." Iruka said cheerfully.
"Gaara." Zabuza said, "That's his name to all of you ingrates. You will address him as Gaara. You to, Iruka, Kakashi. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Okay, we'll watch Gaara-sama." Kakashi said with an amused face. "Why don't you come down and show us somethings that you know from your old school."
"Fine." Gaara said, making a sign with his hand and dissappeared and reappeared next to Kakashi. He sat on the floor and began to make rapid signs, "Desert Coffin." The cap on his gourd had been removed and in leeked out and around the boy's body, surrounding him and incasing him in a shield of sand. "Fight me Kakashi."
"Fine." Kakashi said with a grin. "I won't use all of my strength, though."
"Am I not a challenge to you, Sensei?" Gaara said making more movements with his hands and sent sand spikes shooting out of the floor barely missing Kakashi. "Don't take me lightly, sensei. I don't hold back." His coffin melted and reformed into three more Gaara's. All of them grinned and summoned up more sand. "Destroy him!" the taunted, making a giant wave of sand crash down on the teacher.
"Time out!" Iruka yelled, rushing into the battle. "Are you alright Kakashi?"
"Yeah, he's strong for a kid." Kakashi said with a grin. "Well, Gaara. We just won't have to go easy on you any more."
"You weren't going easy on me, Sensei. You were testing me." Gaara said with a smirk as all of his sand lifted and slid into the gourd.
The bell rang, signalling that it was time for lunch.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, why do you think that I'm writing this?
Rating: R
Pairings: Gaara/Neji, Naruto/Sasuke, Kakashi/Iruka, Zabuza/Haku, Lee/Sakura
Prologue
Gaara walked up the steps of his new school, it was bothering him, it was his first day here at this place and no one was there.
The bell rang, and Gaara knew he had become late. "Dammit," he swore rushing into the building.
"Hold on there, young man." said a cold voice, "Who are you and where do you think your going?" the person asked.
"My name is Gaara. Homeroom." he stated, glaring at the woman in front if him. She was working on his nerves. "May I go now? Or do you need something for that too?"
"You must be the new student." she said, looking at his face closely. "Hurry up, Iruka and Kakashi-sensei's won't like it if you are too late for their class."
Gaara began to walk again when the woman stopped him again. "What's this 'thing' on your back, boy?"
"A gourd." he growled. Her hand was making it's way towards it, "Don't touch it."
"Fine, fine. Get moving, Boy. You don't want to be later than you already are." she said shoving him towards the room he was going towards.
The spikey red-head opened the door forcefully, "-zumaki Naruto?"
"Here!"
"Ah? Who are you, young man?" asked as taller man with silver hair and a mask covering everything but one of his eyes.
"Great." Gaara cursed. "I'm stuck in here with babies. "They must not trust me anymore to stick me in here with a batch of rookies..."
"What's your name?" the brown haired one tried.
"It's Gaara." he growled. "I'm outta here." Gaara turned to leave when he felt a hand on his gourd. "Keep your hands off."
"What's in it?" the silver haired man asked.
"Stuff from the dessert, y'know sand?" he said shoving Kakashi away.
"Looks like sweetheart here is already causing trouble." Zabuza said pulling Gaara towards one the empty desks by the windows. "Every one clear your desks away; I don't want any of you brats to bother him. Got it?"
"Hai, Zabuza-sensei." the chimed.
"What about you, Gaara?" Zabuza asked the boy, "Are you going to be a good boy, or do I need to send Haku in here to baby-sit?"
"Go to hell." he spat.
Zabuza slapped Gaara hard on the mouth, "You say that again, sweetie and I'll rip out the red in your hair." he growled. "Got it, Gaara?"
"...."
"Answer me, Gaara."
"Fine." Gaara said distastefully. "Get out of here."
Zabuza nodded and walked to the front of the classroom, "Make sure no one messes with Gaara. It could be trouble." he threatened, looking back up at Gaara who in-tern, grinned back down at him.
"Okay, Zabuza-sensei. We'll keep the trouble-makers away from Gaara-chan." Iruka said cheerfully.
"Gaara." Zabuza said, "That's his name to all of you ingrates. You will address him as Gaara. You to, Iruka, Kakashi. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Okay, we'll watch Gaara-sama." Kakashi said with an amused face. "Why don't you come down and show us somethings that you know from your old school."
"Fine." Gaara said, making a sign with his hand and dissappeared and reappeared next to Kakashi. He sat on the floor and began to make rapid signs, "Desert Coffin." The cap on his gourd had been removed and in leeked out and around the boy's body, surrounding him and incasing him in a shield of sand. "Fight me Kakashi."
"Fine." Kakashi said with a grin. "I won't use all of my strength, though."
"Am I not a challenge to you, Sensei?" Gaara said making more movements with his hands and sent sand spikes shooting out of the floor barely missing Kakashi. "Don't take me lightly, sensei. I don't hold back." His coffin melted and reformed into three more Gaara's. All of them grinned and summoned up more sand. "Destroy him!" the taunted, making a giant wave of sand crash down on the teacher.
"Time out!" Iruka yelled, rushing into the battle. "Are you alright Kakashi?"
"Yeah, he's strong for a kid." Kakashi said with a grin. "Well, Gaara. We just won't have to go easy on you any more."
"You weren't going easy on me, Sensei. You were testing me." Gaara said with a smirk as all of his sand lifted and slid into the gourd.
The bell rang, signalling that it was time for lunch.