This is Chapter One, edited to its full extent.

Chapter One; Erg, why can't this idiot see that I don't mean it? He reminds me of that song which reminds me of the old lady that was in it and old people don't have much longer to live which brings up the question of whether or not I'll be killed for this

"I don't...want to see you."

"You don't...want me...?"

"I don't want you..."

Inwardly, I cringed when I forced out those words. I didn't really mean what I was saying, but this had to happen. I had to break it off now before it got too serious, and before he figures out that something's up.

Gaara, my now ex- boyfriend, had his head on the glass table in the coffee shop that we were seated in. The way he slumped made it so that the table covered his face, with his arms folded around his head. Then he spoke.

"Sasori. I will get past my condition, and I will forget about this moment. Have you spoken based on that? Cowering behind your little shield, knowing that whatever you said will be forgotten the next time Shuu comes out? Honestly, I don't need an answer. I was prepared, Sasori. They told me about you." A mouthful of table slightly muffled his voice. He continued, "That you never follow through with a relationship. Like you're hiding something behind that little shield."

He got it wrong. It's not a shield. It's a high tech security system complete with lasers, booby traps, and armed guardsmen. Reluctantly, I let him continue.

"What are you hiding, Sasori?"

I knew I should've cut him off. Rule number one: Never let them monologue. Makes you get all soppy. Plus I was short on time. I ended this little exchange with,

"Goodbye, Gaara..."

Well, at least, I thought I did. My eyes were keen enough to catch the twitch of his hand as he reached up to grab a fistful of his deep red hair. Uh oh. I'd said that without thinking. I'd completely forgotten about Shuukaku, even though Gaara mentioned him a little while ago. Shuukaku; his other, violent personality. Seems like Gaa- chan snapped. Couldn't blame him, though, even for a jerk like me.

He looked up, and the sight made me jump. Sad to admit, it wasn't a manly jump. He glared at me with an amount of hatred that put the flames of Hell to shame. He really wanted to kill me. And, he could probably do it with his bare hands.

He then stood up from his chair as if there were hot coals on it. His body was a blur when he steered himself around to stand behind my chair. The clattering of cups and plates made my ears ring, but I didn't notice. I was too scared for my life.

He graciously made time to growl out a few words in the middle of his raging out. It sounded something like, "I didn't want to believe them, Sasori. But a part of me already accepted the fact that this relationship wasn't going to last forever. Obviously, that part of me isn't what you're seeing now." His head then snapped up from glaring at the ground. I quickly turned my body around to face him, which was a mistake. He whipped his hand in my direction and was lifting me out of the chair by my collar.

With just enough time to catch my breath, he wrapped his hand around my neck. I used both my hands to free myself -though I deserved it-, which probably made me look like an idiot and didn't work anyway. My only options were to die but also save myself from looking stupid, try to free myself while looking like an idiot, or just to wait out his bad mood until Gaa- chan came back. I decided on the latter.

I fought to keep my breath while not looking idiotic, and accomplished looking like a dead fish. He squeezed tighter. I could feel my face changing colors. Raspberry red, lemony yellow, blueberry blue...

Anyway, this was getting quite uncomfortable. Of course, I couldn't let him know that. That's what he wants.

He made an unnecessarily loud sigh before releasing my neck from its iron prison. This caused me to bumble about and gasp for air, making me look retardedly stupid. When I finally stopped flopping around, I noticed that he wasn't there. Still trying to look chill, I glanced around, searching the place for the bastard. Damn it, all of the idiots in the place were staring. Many ran out the door when a certain schizophrenic administered the first death glare.

I sighed, exasperated, as I walked out the door. This earned quite a few curses from the cashiers, but I didn't have time for them. I was irritated, and their incessant complaining wasn't doing much for me.

Hands in my pockets, I made my way down the busy sidewalk to the nearest train station.

//Chapter One; End\\

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Umm...Chapter One. Definitely not my favorite, since there's so much drama. Hopefully Chapter two will be calmer.

Don't understand?

--Sasori's point of view (For this chapter)

--Sasori broke up with Gaara, as he does with everyone he dates (Which isn't many!). Is he hiding something? Is it a secret? Or does he just have a really bad butt rash?

--Gaara is bipolar. His two sides are Gaa-chan (The good one) and Shuukaku (The violent one)

-If you haven't realized yet, this is AU (Which stands for Alternate Universe) and takes place in either Japan or America. I'll get back to you on that one.

--Sasori has a lot of useless pride

--Chapter takes place before Sasori and Deidara meet

Please stick around for Chapter Two, where some people talk.

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